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Pillory

By: terri_pop



We were staying at a colonial Williamsburg bed and breakfast - a tourist trap if truth be told. The main house had been carefully restored to invoke a sense of historical accuracy, and five or six small cottages scattered about the gracefully wooded, pastoral property allowed guests to get that genuine revolutionary experience. Each cottage had a short tree-lined dirt driveway leading to the main house, and each was surrounded by small but lush, grassy fenced yard. The motif was old Williamsburg, but the cottages were newly built, quaint three-season structures with little more than a cozy living room, a tiny kitchen, and a small bedroom. The decorations were reproductions of the colonial era, designed to appeal more to vacationing families than to historians.

When we arrived, after unpacking CJ went out back to check the yard. I followed a few minutes behind. "It's cute," she said. "We'll get some reading done there. Peaceful. And look we have our own stocks!"

Technically, it was a pillory. But unlike the ones at Williamsburg, these were functional, with holes just big enough for hands and neck embedded in a split board. Well oiled forged metal hinges and a hook and eye lock completed the assembly. 

"Wow, we do. Look at that." I walked over to the pillory, mounted on a three foot tall post that looked like it had been set in concrete (how authentic!) I checked out the hinge, lifted the top bar, and rested my neck in the big slot in the middle. While lowering the bar, I slipped my wrists in the slots on either side. The neck hole was ample, but there was still no way I could pull my head through when the bar was lowered. The wrist holes were tight, too. 

"But I'm innocent. I called out, once settled in the pillory's grip." CJ, who had been checking out the rest of the yard turned toward me. Seeing me bent over in the pillory's grip, she broke into a wide grin. 

"Don't waste your pleading with me, bucko," she replied. She had now arrived at the front of the contraption, and noticed a simple latch hook and eye latch on the free end of the hinged bar. She deftly slipped the hook in place. "Oh my, it seems that the warden has left this latch was left undone. But not to worry, I fixed it. No need to thank me."

I shook the top bar, to no avail. "Hey hey, let me outta here," I yelled, as she dropped out of sight behind me. 

"Sorry, I will have to speak to the magistrate before I can help you," she replied, and I heard her close the cabin's screened back door. A few minutes later, which passed rather slowly from my trapped perspective, I heard the door open again. She arrived in front of me, planted a kiss on my lips, and asked "Thirsty?" She held up a pair of frosty glasses filled with what I expected were gin and tonic. She had a cat-that-ate-the canary look on her face, and she took a big swallow from one of the glasses.

"Yes, I would love a drink," I replied, hopeful.

She raised the glass to my lips and I drank a big swallow. It was gin and tonic, and more of the former than the latter. 

She stepped back, raised a digital camera and said. "Now this is a memory I want to preserve. She snapped several shots, then kissed me once more before unlatching the hook."

"Well you took your time, but thank you for letting me out," I said as I raised the bar, extracting myself and rubbing my wrists and neck. "You want a turn? "

"No thank you!" She answered quickly. 

"It would be the only fair," I replied.

"Maybe so, but I know you, you love getting even. And usually, that means more than even."

I had to admit that was true. 

"OK", I said, "maybe later."

"Yeah, maybe."

The rest of the evening was quite romantic and enjoyable. We took a long walk through the historic village, and came back home to sip cold martinis in the private back yard before heading to a satisfying tryst in the cabin.

The next day, the sun shone brightly when we woke at about eleven. We had no plans, and were so enjoying our little cabin that we decided to hang out in our yard for the sunny part of the day. CJ put on her new bikini - a recent switch from her years favoring one-piece suits. With a halter top and string-tied bottoms, it was a sight that gave me a tingle. I donned my shorts and a tee, and we both scooped up a pile of unread New Yorkers to idle away the day. We snacked on food we had brought in the cooler, and when noon rolled around, I mixed up a pitcher of gin and tonics. We each had a glass or two, relaxing in chaise lounge chairs while soaking up the sun. After a while I noticed two sandy horseshoe pits positioned along one wall of the fence.

"Wanna play horseshoes?"

"Sure. I was the Laurel Avenue champion of horseshoes."

"Oh yeah? Well I'll put my Butler Street championship up against your Laurel Avenue championship any day."

"Lets go, chump."

We warmed up for a few minutes, and she was indeed good, I missed the post with every toss, and she hit ringers about once every four tosses, rarely missing the stake by more than a foot or two.

"Hey, you are good," I said.

"Told you."

"Alright, one game to ten, If you lose you have to get locked in the stocks until the I free you. Payback."

"You're determined to get me in those stocks, aren't you? What do I get if I win. I've already had my fun with you in the stocks."

"Something comparable, then, I guess. What did you have in mind?"

"Foot massage, back rub, and I get to take pictures of you in the yard wearing only your hat."

I had purchased a kitchy three-pointed hat at the village the previous night, and wore it to town, despite CJs objections, through the evening stroll.

"You'd take pictures of me while you were only wearing my hat?" I asked. "Ooh La la."

"No, the other way round, doofus," she replied drolly.

"Oh, I get it. Me wearing the hat. OK, but I want that reward too, instead of the stocks."

"No way. You already chose. Besides, It doesn't look like we're going to have to worry about you winning."

"OK OK fine, But you're in the stocks until I say so, no complaints."

"Right-e-o. And you prance around for buff pictures until I run out of space in my camera memory. No complaints."

"Deal."

"Deal."

It was only after this delicate negotiation that I began to tap into the true skill that had actually won me the horseshoe title not only of Butler Street, but of the whole Passaic, NJ township.

I won the match easily. After the first ringer, on my second toss, CJ eyed me warily. The second ringer on the very next toss confirmed her suspicion. 

"You've been holding out on me."

"Nah, just warming up. I did tell you that I was the champion of Butler Street, didn't I?"

"I suppose you did."

By the time the short game was over, CJ had resigned to her fate. 

"Alright, shark, you won. Damn, and I was looking forward to those pictures."

"Maybe later, hon. Right now, I need you to join me at the stocks." I said, reaching out my hand.

"I suppose I do," she said warily, grabbing my hand and allowing herself to be led to the pillory. "But remember, I treated you kindly!"

"Of course I remember, and I will be sure to return the favor, I said."

She ran her hand across the top of the pillory, then lifted the bar and slipped her neck and wrists into the slots. 

"Ready?" I asked.

"I guess so," she replied.

I gently lowered the bar, and slipped the latch into place. "There. That's not so bad now, is it? Comfy?" I asked. 

"Uh huh," she said, eyeing me.

I walked around the contraption to soak in the view of my captive. From the side, I was struck by the well-designed ergonomics: The pillory height made her body form a nearly perfect right angle. I noticed for the first time that there were also two protruding horizontal legs to the pillory at ground level, nearly obscured by the grass in which they lay. From each, there was a short loop of rope that was meant to grip the ankles of the prisoner. 

"Look at this, CJ. Ankle bracelets. Lift up your foot." I tapped her left ankle. 

"I'm constrained enough, thank you," she replied, stiffening her leg.

"I don't think I need to remind you that you're in a sorry negotiating position," I said, pushing gently at the back of her knee and causing her leg to bend easily. I quickly looped the rope around her ankle, then went to the other side. She surrendered the leg to me, and I snugged it into the second ankle loop. 

"Lovely," I murmured.

From behind, the view was one of pure vulnerability. Her legs spread two feet apart, her arms splayed to the sides, her head locked securely in place. I ran my fingers lightly up the backs of her thighs, causing them to break into goose bumps. 

"No tickling," CJ warned.

"Right, no tickling," I agreed. Then I had an idea. "I'll be back in a minute," I said.

I went inside the cabin to fetch my hat. Stripping off my clothes, I donned the hat, grabbed the camera, and went back outside. I went around to the front of the pillory, and CJ laughed. "You nutcase," she said. "What are you doing? Do I get my reward too?"

"It would be hard for you to snap many pictures from this position," I said. Then I took the hat off of my head and placed it on hers. "I think you will be the model." I started snapping pictures, and she gave me the cheesy grin that she saves for uncandid shots. I moved around to the side and back of the pillory and snapped several more photos of her predicament.

I put down the camera, and approached CJ from behind. Four tied bows were all that held on her bathing suit: one behind her neck, one on her back, and two at the hips of her suit bottom. I pulled at the string on her back, and the tie came undone easily. Her halter top flittered open, hanging from her neck.

"T, don't you dare," she growled.

Without reply, I pulled the neck string, and her top fell to the ground. Her lovely petite breasts hung freely, straight down in the warm breeze. I rubbed the back of my hand along the side of her left breast, then lightly pulled on the nipple before I took a step back to admire my work. 

"OK T, I'm feeling a little exposed here..."

"But hon, I'm the one who's naked," I replied, adding, "I think a couple of photos might be needed, so I can remember this moment and my horseshoes victory." I quickly snapped off several shots, then moved around to the front of the pillory. She was scowling. 

"Oh, don't take it like that, CJ. Here, I'll get in the picture too." I propped the camera on the edge of the portable gas grill (another authentic touch to the cottage), and set it up to take a self-timed shot. I made sure the image would show the full extent of her predicament, with her breasts captured in the image just below the bottom bar of the pillory. While the camera flashed its self-timer count-down, I scampered back to the pillory, leaning against it and draping my left arm along the top bar. CJ dropped her head down at the last minute, hoping she could avoid being identified in the resulting image. 

I walked back to the camera and looked at the screen. Seeing the result, I shook my head "Tsk Tsk, CJ. This is not really the kind of cooperation I had hoped for. I can't see your face! I think we can do better. Don't you? Will you please smile at the camera this time. Remember, I've got all day."

I had a point, and she knew it. "Oh, all right, she said. I'll look at the camera. I'll even smile. But I don't have to like it."

"That's my girl." I laughed. I reset the self-timer, and got back into position. CJ craned her neck to look up at the camera, and smiled, waving her hands cheerfully from the pillory side holes. Propped on her head was the three pointed hat. I was naked, casually leaning with my back against the pillory and my arms crossed over my chest. I was doing all that I could to avoid having my excitement captured for posterity in the form of an erection. Biting my tongue was just painful enough to do the trick. The picture came out just as I had hoped it would. 

"Are we done now?" She asked, hopefully.

"Not yet, sweet thing," I replied, "Not yet."

I went around behind the pillory and stood behind her. It was too easy. "Have I told you how much I love this string tie business?" I asked, rhetorically.

"About a hundred times," she replied.

"Oh. Well, I still do," I said. I quickly grabbed the ties on both hips, and simultaneously untied them. I pulled the scant remaining fabric from her body, tossing it aside and shouting "Ta Da!" She was naked.

"OK, T. Now you're in trouble," she said, threateningly.

"Me? Oh I think its you who is in trouble, CJ," I said, placing my hand on the small of her back and gently rolling it over her plump round ass.

I stepped back and snapped a dozen pictures in rapid succession, moving from the side and back to the front of the pillory.

"I need a couple more self-timers here, I think, CJ," I said. I dragged the grill to the side of the pillory, framing CJ's profile. I set the self timer, then rushed behind her, spooning my hips against her protruding round ass. I ran over to check the image. It was suggestive beyond my expectations, and I finally could hold down my boner no more. My dick sprang to attention. 

"OK CJ, now I think I'm just excited enough to take advantage of this situation." I marched back over behind her, and grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands. "This is a perfect ass, CJ. As much as I'd like not to take advantage of this situation I think I might to have to take advantage of you now."

She shook her head. "Did I mention that you go too far with payback, dear? Do what you have to, then get me outta here."

"Well, thank you, CJ, I appreciate the support!" I said, as I patted her behind.

Walking around to the front of the pillory, I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the mouth. When I stood again, she glanced at my stiff cock. "Oh, my, you are happy to see me.." 

"So happy, you have no idea," I said. I was tempted by the convenient fact that my dick was right at the level of her face, and that she had nowhere to go. 

"CJ, I'm just about convinced that I have to get a shot of you in this pillory giving me head."

"Or biting your dick off," she said, with a little irritation.

I smiled. "Now let me ask you a question, CJ. Are you really going to give me attitude here? Because I am pretty sure we agreed that I get to say when you get out of this thing, and threatening to bite my dick off is not going to shorten your stay. And as I think I've already made obvious, while you're here, I am going to enjoy taking advantage of you a bit. As a matter of fact, I'm starting to think that since my blowjob fantasy is being dashed, this might be the best opportunity I'll ever have to give you the bare ass spanking that I've dreamed about instead."

CJ's eyes widened. She knew that I had a bit of a spanking fetish. The prospect of conceding to gratifying me orally was starting to look like the easy way out. She looked in my eyes, and I could see she had moved from annoyance to worry. "Oh dear. My bad. Please would you let me give you a blowjob, T?" She asked. "I promise to keep my teeth in check."

"Sure thing!" I replied cheerfully. 

Just hold on for a moment. I set up the camera on the grill again, after moving the grill a little off to the side of the front of the pillory, and started it recording a video. Walking back to CJ, I stood with my hip brushing against her right cheek and my boner prominently pointing straight toward the camera, inches from her lips.

"Could you ask me again, for the camera?" I asked. 

CJ turned her head to look up at me, and was clearly now determined to get this over without any more resistance. "Please please please, T, will you let me suck your dick?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely, I will be happy to!" I turned toward her, and brought the tip of my cock to her lips. She rolled her eyes at me, shook her head, and then opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and took the head of my cock between her lips. The pillory allowed her just enough freedom of motion to slide her mouth from the tip of my cock to its base, and she began a slow, rhythmic blowjob, pausing periodically to run her tongue up and down the length of my shaft and encircling its tip. I looked over to the camera and smiled broadly. She continued her masterful fellatio for several minutes. As my orgasm neared, I gasped the sides of her head. For five last trusts, I held her head firmly and buried my cock deep into her throat. Finally, I exploded in orgasm, and CJ swallowed my cum, a small drizzle escaping at the right corner of her mouth.

I stayed in her mouth until my dick became flaccid, then pulled out slowly, to a final kiss on the tip as her lips released me. 

"Wow," I said. "That was fantastic." I leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips.

"And almost consensual," CJ quipped, precisely as I flipped open the pillory latch.

Pillory Punishment Fantasy



I dreamed of having you in the pillory in our dungeon, naked and exposed for my use. Your riding crop is in my hand as I walk into view. You squirm just a little which I love to see. 

"I told you that I'd punish you if I caught you watching naughty videos and masturbating without me again, didn't?" I asks you sternly. 

"Yes Sir, you did," you say, sounding apologetic, slipping into your role as my sub. "Please, Sir, isn't there anything I can do not to be punished?" you bat your eyelashes at me, seductively, sticking your lower lip out in a pout.

I kneel in front of the pillory, lean forward and take the pouty lip between my teeth, nibbling on it gently as I give you a long passionate kiss, reaching up to fondle your breasts, tugging downward on your nipples, making sure that I'm making your pussy extra wet. 

You're moaning into my mouth as I release a breast, retrieve the crop and flick it gently across your pussy, narrowly missing your clit. I bite down on your lower lip as I break the kiss, "You can be such a naughty sub - you're getting turned on knowing you're going to get punished." I hold the crop up in front of your face, showing you how wet it is from just the one flick. "Clean it," I say, pressing it to your mouth. 

You lick your juices from the crop as I stand, stroking your face as I do. I step around behind you, gently tapping along your spine with the crop as I do. Your legs are spread as you know they should be, a small puddle has already started to form between your feet, your pussy glistening. I love how juicy your pussy can get. 

I kneel behind you and run my tongue from your very hard clit to your winking asshole, "This is perhaps what you'd prefer?" As you moan your "Yes, please, Sir!", I strike your right ass cheek with the crop. I love the way your body reacts in surprise, seeing a few more drops of your pussy juice hit the floor. 

You squirm and drip more as I deliver a total of ten lashes. Not too many - just enough to excite, entice and arouse you more. When I'm done, I drag my finger across your pussy and rub some of your juices into your gorgeous asshole. 

Knowing that it will drive you nuts, I start rubbing my cockhead against your labia, up to your asshole, down briefly against your clit. I do this several times, coating my cockhead with your juices, listening to your moans, admiring your reddened cheeks, loving the site of your now moistened asshole. 

Without warning, I thrust fully into your pussy on one of my trips back from your sweet asshole. Pulling your hips back roughly against mine as I do, I hear you gasp and then moan, "Oh thank you, Sir!"

"This fuck is for me as part of your punishment. If you cum you WILL be punished," and with that, I swat both your ass cheeks with my bare hands. "Do you understand, my sweet little wench?"

"Y-y-y-yes, Sir," you stammer as I begin to slowly slide my cock in and out of you deeply. Reaching under you, I take both breasts in my hands, kneading them with your nipples being rubbed by my palms as I do. As they harden, I take them between thumbs and forefingers, tugging and twisting them. You moan again as I do this and as I press my shaven crotch against your ass, grinding my hips into your ass, my cock twitching inside of you, relishing it's job of having you. 

"You are so damn naughty. I can feel some of your pussy juice already running down my legs." and I can. "Perhaps I'll make your punishment last a long time..." saying that, I slide one hand down to start rubbing your clit, still playing with one breast and thrusting harder in and out of your gloriously hot wet pussy. 

"No ooooh... Please, Sir! Please may I cum?!" you cry out as my playing with your tit and clit as I fuck you begins to take its toll on your senses. I know your face and body well and can tell you're about to cum. I can see it in your eyes in the mirror.  

II take your clit and nipple between my two sets of fingers, pinching them harder, rolling them, tugging on them. Your breathing tells me just a little more... Once again I push in deep and grind my hips into your ass, sliding my hand from your tit back to rub your asshole, rubbing your clit extra hard one more time...

I see the look of pleasure in your face and feel your pussy start to convulse around my cock as you cum hard, your juices flooding around my cock, coating my balls, your thighs and even mine. "I warned you!" I exclaim as I pull my cock out at the pinnacle of your orgasm, thrusting it into your ass without warning. 

"ooooOOOOooooh!" you scream as I start fucking your ass even harder than I was just fucking your pussy. Your eyes pop open, looking surprised, before clenching shut in both pain and pleasure. I can feel your pussy causing your ass to convulse too as I take it hard, lubed with only my precum and your pussy juices. 

I thrust hard and deep several times, your orgasm still shaking your body, exquisite feelings play across your face in the mirror, my fingers now digging into your hips as I support you and pound your ass. 

Your eyes open in the mirror, gazing into mine. I can see it in your eyes as you plead softly, "Please, Sir. Please cum in my ass. Please cum in YOUR ass?" You've learned your lesson...

I thrust a few more times, my cock swelling, my balls tightening as they slap against you pussy. "Ngh...ngh...ngh... Oh god, yes!" I exclaim as I begin to empty my balls into your sweet ass. "oooooh...!" you moan as a second wave of your orgasm takes over, your ass now milking my cock of all it has left. 

I pull out of you, my cock almost completely limp now. A small trickle of cum escapes, starting to run down over your pussy. The greedy eager-to-please sub within me takes over for a few seconds as I kneel briefly, licking that trickle from your pussy lips, flicking my tongue across and into your gaping ass as it starts to close. 

I support your body as I release you from the pillory, help you to the bed with all its restraints that is also here in our play space, our dungeon. I take my place beside and behind you, wrapping my arms around you protectively and lovingly.

I kiss your neck, your cheek and your ear. "I love you." You smile, pulling my arms about you tighter, "I love you too."

We sleep for a bit, then awaken with a few kisses. We grab a nice hot soothing shower. I'm extra gentle as I wash your ass. We're equal again, lovers enjoying each other as we rinse away the sweat and cum. 

We towel each other dry before starting to climb the stairs. As a gentleman, I let you go first as my lady. As your lover, I hungrily watch your naked ass as you ascend ahead of me. I could easily lean forward and kiss that gorgeous ass - maybe give it a nip...

We climb into our bed for what's left of the night...

I awaken to the sound of the garbage truck driving past our home, "Shit! I forgot to set out the trash!" I sit up in the bed. 

"I know," you say from the doorway, grinning from ear to ear. You're wearing your corset, your strap-on, your fishnets. "What have I told you about forgetting to do that?" you ask sternly, an evil smirk barely hidden on your face. You slap the crop against your palm to keep my mind from wandering as I take in the site before me. 

"Now, get your ass downstairs and assume the position!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" I hurry past you to comply to with your command. You intentionally don't quite move completely out of the way as your cock brushes against my hip as I pass. I feel the sting of the crop just before I get out of its reach. 

"And wipe that smirk off your face before I get down there!" you shout at my back. "I'll be right down after I switch dildoes!"

The smirk on my face fades knowing you have both smaller and larger. Uh oh.... Did I make You mad? Which will it be? Some days, switching with you can be fun. Some days, they can be painful. Out of your sight briefly, I smile a knowing smile. Even on those days, it can be fun.



Pillow Fight



A lot happened after the plane landed, which was fitting, since so much happened on the plane. 

First, there was an increasing sense of awkwardness, resulting in silence and even fear. Most of this surrounded my close friend Alana, who marched into the airport and toward the baggage pick-up without as much as a word to me. She didn't appear mad, but was definitely not in a conversational mood. She needed space, and was practically running to get it.

I, on the other hand, wanted to be closer. Not physically, though that would have been nice, but closer on a deeper level, so we could talk things out. Of course I was thinking this, but given the opportunity to start up a conversation about Alana giving me a blowjob in front of a total stranger on a jetliner was not exactly the easiest thing to find words for. If I had caught up with her, I never would have known what to say.

Her actions, and her sudden willingness of such actions, were obviously just as shocking to her as they were to me. But while I took them with pleasure over what happened—pleasure over what I had, for weeks, been fantasizing about—she took them as dangerous and possibly disgusting. Definitely disturbing. I was afraid for our relationship. Alana seemed to still be stuck on what she had actually, physically, done. And as much as I enjoyed feeling her licking my cock and swallowing my cum, I couldn't really blame her.

Together we stood at the baggage claim, going to great lengths it seemed to not make eye contact.

The airport was surprisingly busy for it being only 4AM, but this was, after all, Las Vegas. I looked for Melanie, our friend we had met on the plane. She was nowhere. I remembered that her carry-on bags were almost large enough to exceed the limit. She had probably checked nothing.

I grabbed my bag from the belt and finally looked at Alana. She looked back at me and smiled. It was warm and genuine, telling me that nothing was wrong, but I guessed that only stood true for as long as I stayed cool and backed off. So I did.

If she wanted normalcy, I could abide. I was too on edge to go dropping over it, if that makes any sense.

Alana found her bag and we moved, casually, toward the exit. Just as we stepped outside, a black stretch limo pulled up to the curb to greet us. Hollywood couldn't have timed it any better, I thought.

Alana had won this trip for two to Las Vegas, and limo rides to and from the airport were part of the package. While initially I found it strange that the very attractive, 26-year old Alana chose to bring her 20 year-old housemate with her on a vacation designed more for a couple, I had since found out she planned to use these few days of bliss to do some serious guy-hunting after a recent lesbian experience left her wondering about her preferred sexuality. I, of course, was to pose the least distraction as she did her thing.

And then the 'incident' on board happened, and nothing would likely ever be the same again...especially Alana's Vegas plans.

But as obvious as this change was, Alana resisted nonetheless, and as the limo driver reached for our bags, I noticed Alana was going nowhere near the car. I looked at her questioningly.

"It's not that I don't want to spend time with you, Gavin," she said. "But you know why I came here, and I know you need to do your thing."

Denial. Complete, uninterrupted denial. How could she pretend nothing had happened? Did she honestly expect me to forget?

"You're too young to drink or gamble," she continued, acting as though this was just another morning. "And it's going to be hard to score with me hanging around."

I wasn't so sure about that, but I understood her meaning.

"Take the limo, and I'll meet you later on. You can check my bags at the hotel. The room won't be ready, but they can hold our stuff until it is."

"Where are you going?" I asked, secretly fearing that she might just run away to avoid facing me, never to return.

She hailed a cab and smiled, that beautiful, sensuous smile I had noticed only too late.

"Like I said," she answered. "You know why I'm here. Let's just go have our fun, Gavin." 

I protested, and I could have continued to argue about splitting up, especially at a time like this, when so much had so radically changed. But Alana was not to be outdone. When the moment ended, I was alone in the back of a stretch limo, and she was alone in the back seat of a cab.

My driver, thinking he had witnessed my wife or girlfriend dumping me at the airport, tried to cheer me up by suggesting several strip clubs and even the names of quality, yet affordable escorts he knew of. I declined all suggestions, opting instead to just have him drop me off at the Luxor with our bags, and leave me to wallow in my depression and loneliness.

Alana and I were not a couple, but we'd together ever since we were children. My parents were close friends with her mom, and when her mom died of cancer, my parents became her legal guardians. Alana lived with us for years. She was practically a sibling. And then, when my parents died in a car crash when I was in my teens, they left me under Alana's care until I was 18. We'd lived together like close friends and roommates ever since. Romance had never once seeped into our relationship. The mere idea was unspeakable. But now we'd crossed that line and become something else altogether. I was ready to work with it one way or another, but Alana apparently found the idea so repulsive that she didn't even want to be in the same vicinity as me. I felt like I was losing a best friend, a family member, and a possible lover all at once. It was weird, sure, but it was also quite demoralizing. 

For hours I wandered various casinos, never gambling a dime, but I felt broke anyway. My mature looks got me a few drinks at a couple small bars, but I had yet to feel a buzz. I ate a club sandwich, but it might as well have been made of cardboard, as even my taste buds were in no mood to enjoy it. Before I knew it, the sun had just begun to rise, which is an easy thing to miss in a Las Vegas casino. Bored, I decided to check on the status of our room, even though it was well before check out time. I wasn't having fun. Maybe a good, long nap would break me out of this funk.

Fortunately, the Luxor did have a good, early room available when I approached the front desk. The eleventh floor wasn't the highest in the pyramid-shaped casino, but it wasn't a let down, either. I took it, making sure, for Alana's sake, that it had two queen beds, and started for the elevator.

Our bags were waiting, as expected, and before I even bothered to unpack, I stripped down to nothing and stepped into the large shower. I must have stood there, naked, feeling the hot spray soothe my skin and my nerves, for ten minutes before I did any actual washing.

As I rubbed handfuls of shampoo through my hair, my imagination flashed me images from that life-changing flight. Images of Alana sitting beside me, looking as beautiful as ever. Alana is a goddess, no doubt, with blonde hair as bright as the sun, skin as prefect as silk, and breasts bigger than most vegetables and more appetizing than any fruit. Her legs stretched on forever, and her body was composed of a perfect mix of athletic muscle and sensual curves. Her smile produced goose bumps on anyone who seen it, and her cute facial features were enough to stop anyone, male or female, in their tracks. She was about average height, but there was more beauty wrapped up in that five-foot, ten-inch package than in a whole Playboy pin-up calendar.

It's amazing all of the things you can overlook just because society tells you you're supposed to.

Before I realized what was happening, my soapy hand had dropped to my growing erection. Not wanting to give up on my fantasy just yet, I began stroking myself with the lather, making sure not to neglect my dangling testicles. Despite the flood that I had unleashed into Alana's mouth just hours ago on the plane, my balls felt extremely full and heavy. I would have given anything at that moment to have Alana there, giving me a hand again, or her mouth...or even just watching me as I jerked off to her closeness...

I was getting close...

...And then I remembered Alana's behavior in the airport.

I scolded myself for letting reality destroy my dream, even though it was a reality I would have to accept and eventually face. Alana did suck and lick and jerk me off. And she did say she liked it. But it was not likely that she would ever do it again. It was also not likely that she would ever allow herself to remember this event as anything but a terrible, tragic mistake.

I turned off the water, finding myself completely limp.

I took my time drying off, brushing my teeth, and giving myself a quick shave. I was deciding between ordering room service or getting dressed first when my cell phone rang. The message screen said 'Alana'.

"Hello?"

"Hey!" she said, sounding as happy and as carefree as possible. And a pinch intoxicated, to boot. "I called about our room and they said you already checked in."

"Yeah," I replied, not into the conversation as much as I was into whatever I might pick up in the background. Unfortunately, the connection was weak and laced with static. I could not, therefore, pinpoint her location. Not that I would have done anything if I could. "I left your key at the front desk."

"Right. You're not all by yourself in the room are you?" she asked, sounding concerned, but not exactly sad.

I could have told the truth, but I felt that doing so would just show her how far I was from being over our predicament. I knew she wasn't either—it was probably why she sounded so calm, she was overplaying her ease—but I also knew her concern was about what had happened. My concern was about it not happening again, and she might figure that out if she knew I was alone, depressed, and not on the hunt for women like I otherwise would have been.

"No, no, I'm not there. I only checked in, had our bags brought up."

"Oh," she said. Then she paused, and I heard voices, too muffled to tell if they were close or distant, male or female, or even two or one. Then, "So where are you?"

I made up something about being in the Stratosphere, figuring that, wherever she was, that was probably way too far off the Strip for her to also be there by coincidence. I lied about wanting to be first on the rides at the top of the tower, which I guess she bought, because she dropped the subject immediately.

"Okay, well I just wanted to check up on you, make sure you're having a good time. Have you been chasing any skirts yet this morning?"

I didn't want to lie to her again, but what came out instead wouldn't have been my first choice if I had given it any thought, either.

"I would, but I think they're all after you."

She giggled, which stirred my hanging dick just briefly.

"Well if I see any of them, I'll send them to the roller coaster for a different kind of ride." She laughed. I faked one of my own, but at least my smile was real. Hearing her joke about sex seemed to be a step toward something better than wherever we had been since the plane landed.

We said our goodbyes, then hung up. She never said what she was up to, but I had a hunch about that, anyway. If she was really going after guys, this new, more bold Alana, accompanied by her exquisite beauty, would have no problem picking one up.

I turned off the light and walked into the bedroom, naked, and turned to the extra mirror and sink that covered the opposite side of the bathroom wall. Our bags were still there, unpacked, and I wanted to get my cell charger out of my bag while it was on my mind. I couldn't find the zipper in the dark, so I looked for a light switch--

A sudden beep and a sharp click froze me instantly. Before I could register what was happening, the door was already opening. And I heard Alana's giggle as she entered the room.

There was no way out of this, so I briefly considered just standing there and letting her find me. Maybe covering myself so as not to expose her to more awkwardness, even though I would have loved to feel her eyes on my naked skin. But then I heard something else, another laugh, and this one was several notches deeper. This one was a man's.

And then, over that man's laugh, came another man's laugh.

I dropped to the floor and rolled under the double sinks, then curled up behind our suitcases. It was by no means a hiding spot, but as long as the lights were out, I wouldn't be very easy to spot. Only the peeking sun gave me concern, as it shone in from the angled window that made up one entire wall of the room. I peeked through a space between the bottom of the sink and the top of Alana's suitcase as I tried to come up with an explanation for when they found me.

But they didn't turn on the lights, and they didn't seem at all interested in the sinks, the luggage, or even the bathroom where the wet towels, scattered clothes, and remnants of steam in the shower might given them caution about where, exactly, I really was.

I saw the three of them grappling with each other hastily as they moved past the first queen bed and toward the further one. I have seen and heard Alana enough in her various stages of sobriety and drunkenness to know she was probably only just above a good buzz. 

The two men with her, however, were struggling to form complete sentences and stay on their feet. One guy was walking backward—a controlled fall, really—as he pawed at Alana's breasts and tried to suck her tongue down his throat. The other guy had his hands at Alana's crotch, fumbling with the button on her pants, as he ground his own crotch into her ass. 

Alana looked younger than her 26 years, which made the two men, who were probably only 30 or so, look much older. Both were thin, but well built. The one leading the trio to the bed was well over six feet, maybe as much as six and half, and the one taking up the rear was considerably shorter—almost eye level with Alana.

The group hit the bed, with the tall guy falling on his back, Alana falling into his arms, and Shorty somehow keeping his balance and staying on his feet. He held fast to Alana's chest, making sure his hands never lost contact with her tits. They were no longer laughing, but moaning, and Alana was the loudest.

As he ground against her, Shorty reached under Alana's shirt, pushed it to her neck, and unclasped her bra. The tall guy pulled it off of her and tossed it at the window. He pushed Alana up, giving her a chance to take off her shirt and free her bouncing tits, which she did promptly before falling back onto him and devouring his face with her mouth. The tall guy reached between his chest and hers, cupping her large breasts and squeezing them in his fingers. Shorty stroked her naked back, then ran his fingers through her long, blonde locks.

Shorty then became the first of the men (besides me, of course) to take off his clothes. He started by whipping off his shirt, then stopped dry-humping Alana just long enough to unfasten his pants and let them slip to the floor. A thick erection of about six and a half inches sprung from the opening in his boxer shorts, and he pressed it hard against Alana, rubbing it across the top of her still-covered ass as he groaned.

Obviously not satisfied with this indirect contact, Shorty slid his hands around Alana's waist. His buddy had already undone her belt and button, so Shorty only had to unzip her pants before he tugged them down to her knees. Alana's white panties still framed her plump little ass, but Shorty was just as quick in yanking them down. He grabbed his cock with his fist, rubbing it back and forth across her cheeks a few times. Then he ran his cock up her crack, letting his balls slap against her asshole.

Between grunts, Shorty asked, "Can I go in your ass?"

I thought it nice that, in the heat of the moment, he had the manners to ask. And it was a good thing, too, because Alana suddenly pulled away from her make-out session with the tall guy and reached back to grabbed Shorty's dick.

"No," she panted. "Fuck my pussy." And she guided his dick between her legs.

So much for the possibility of Alana ever becoming strictly a lesbian. Shorty let her lead him in, but he quickly took over, pushing slowly but deeply into Alana's pussy. After a moment, he began fucking her, speeding up his rhythm with each thrust. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him as he began ramming her excitedly. Her hair tossed wildly, and Alana made loud, though feminine grunts on each down stroke.

Alana's body jolted so much from the fucking that she could no longer kiss the tall guy. He had been laying beneath her still, grabbing her swaying tits and licking them when he had a chance, but now that his friend and Alana were several steps ahead, the tall guy decided to join their level. 

He rolled out from beneath Alana and tore off all his clothes, making he and I the only ones completely naked in the room. Then he walked to the side of the bed and thrust out his huge, seven or eight-inch monster cock at Alana's face. Even in the dark I saw her eyes go wide.

"Oh my God," she gasped. 

But before another word could be said, she grabbed the dick, opened wide, and stuffed it in her mouth. She only took the head at first, but soon she was sucking down more than half of the long, but somewhat thin member. Then she pulled it out and did what she had done to me on the plane—she began licking the cock fiercely, up and down and across and back again. In seconds, her saliva was dripping from both her lips and his straining erection.

Shorty took this change in her focus to give himself a break. He pulled out and kicked off the pants that had been at his ankles, then raced to take his shoes, boxers, and everything else, off. 

Once done, he grabbed Alana and lifted her onto the bed, rolling her on her back. Alana seemed not even to notice, as she just held onto Tall Guy's dick and kept licking, only now the dick was above her, and she concentrated first on the underside of his shaft, then worked her way down to his balls. She tongued them hungrily and sucked them between her lips, moaning all the while.

On her back, it was easy for Shorty to pull off her remaining clothes that had tangled at her ankles. He pulled off everything but her socks, which I guessed he was just too excited to care about. Then he climbed on the bed, spread her legs and pushed back into her pussy.

Then, amongst the moans, the grunts, and the ramblings, "Oh my God", "Fuck yes!", and the like, Shorty began talking to his friend.

"Can you believe this shit? She is so fucking hot!"

He looked down at Alana and grabbed a bouncing tit with one hand, keeping his other hand on her leg, which went up and over his shoulder.

"Can you feel my cock in you, baby?"

Alana paused from licking just long enough to gasp an answer. "Yes!"

"Does that dick taste good?"

"Yes...mmmm..."

"Do you want another one to suck?"

Before she could answer, Shorty pulled out and began moving toward her head. But Alana was faster, and suddenly she sat up, met his cock halfway, and took it straight down her throat, all the way to the hilt. In that one swift move, Shorty had his entire fat dick in Alana's mouth and throat, and his heavy balls rested against her chin. She grabbed him by the ass, pulling him even deeper, and her nose pressed into his skin.

Just as quickly, Shorty convulsed and grabbed Alana by the shoulders for support. He made a face of awesome pleasure, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth while barking out, "Oh, fuck! Oh fuuuck!"

He began thrusting into Alana's throat, but she held on as tight as she could, never letting him get too far out before stroking in again. I could hear her swallowing, gulp after noisy gulp, as he spewed his hot semen into her stomach.




Pillow Fight



This seemed to last for minutes, but eventually, with a cough and a gag, Alana pulled the deflating cock from her mouth and laid back. A long string of cum and saliva connected her lips and tongue to Shorty's dick, but rather than wipe it away, she just let distance break it for her, and the thick goo dribbled onto her tits and stomach.

Shorty, overcome by his orgasm, his alcohol level, or most likely both, stumbled off the bed. His feet found the floor, but he never found his balance as he staggered awkwardly across the room, bumping into the wall first, then tripping and falling onto my bed. He fell so hard that he bounced and rolled right off the other side—the side where I was hiding. His body knocked into the luggage hiding me, but fortunately none of it moved anywhere. And fortunately he was passed out before he even hit the floor.

Ever since this scene had unfolded, I had been acutely aware of my hardening cock. It grew bigger and bigger, until finally it felt like it was going to rip through its own skin. I had managed to keep my hands off myself, fearing my movements would catch someone's attention. Or worse—I might not be able to stop, and if I came, I was likely to be loud.

But after seeing Alana suck down that cock, my own dick was feeling more neglected than ever. Precum was oozing from my tip, and it was so thick that it was actually enhancing my arousal as it dribbled down along the underside of my shaft. I touched the cum with my finger and began smearing the slippery stuff up and down my length. I could no longer hold back, and I couldn't stop watching...not that I wanted to.

Back on the bed, Alana and Tall Guy were repositioning themselves. Alana lay back on the bed, sitting against the headboard and spreading her legs. I assumed from this gesture that the guy would take the hint and give her some pleasure for a change, but this stranger was apparently not the giving type. He passed up Alana's crotch and kneeled over her, pushing his dick in her face again.

Maybe Alana wasn't disappointed by this turn of events. Certainly she enjoyed sucking cock on some exquisite level. Or maybe I just couldn't see her clearly enough from my hiding spot to tell if her facial expression was one of dissatisfaction. Whatever the reason, Alana didn't hesitate to spit-shine that juicy dick once again, and she never stopped moaning for it. Either did he.

But I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, and mad at this guy's neglect for giving a little back. To be fair, I hadn't returned the favor after Alana sucked me off in the plane, but I was also restricted by time, as well as the oddness of the situation. The least this guy could have done was give her a finger or two.

Alana must have been thinking that same thing, because she moved one hand from his ass and placed it between her legs, finding her clit and flipping it back and forth with her fingers. At her other end, under the stranger's fragmented commands and pleas, she continued licking the long cock while rubbing it all over face. The mix of her saliva and his amazingly thick precum smeared across her cheeks and lips, glistening on her skin and dripping down her neck. 

I don't think most guys could cum as much as this guy was offering just as the appetizer, for Alana's face was coated in thick, white goo. I could actually see the pre-jizz spewing from his head, and would have believed it to be his orgasm if it weren't for the fact that it just kept coming and coming, slowly, but surely. And Alana was lapping it up and gulping it down between hot, heavy breaths.

Speaking of pre-cum, my own reserves seemed to be releasing a little more than normal, and my hand had stroked it into a sticky foam. I was at risk of losing control, but as I shifted my eyes away from the sight of Alana drenching herself with a face full of cock, my mind switched to something even more out of this world.

I had caught another glimpse of Alana fingering herself, feverishly rubbing her clit in an attempt to reach the climax this selfish one-night stand would not give her. And before I could throw the thought out of my mind, I had already rationalized that it could be done. I could help Alana orgasm.

I could crawl from my hiding spot, climb on the bed, and lower my face so no one who glanced my way would recognize me. They didn't know Shorty was out cold on the floor, and in the dark, it would take a long gaze to tell that it wasn't really him. Besides, Alana's face was buried in cum and facing Tall Guy's crotch. He, meanwhile, was facing the wall. Best of all; I could finally get a taste of Alana's pussy.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I was already on my way across the room. I hesitated once, but then I caught a glimpse of the stranger momentarily looking in my direction. While I was sure he didn't pay me any real attention, he did probably at least sense my presence. From that point, I was committed.

I climbed onto the bed, touching Alana's ankles to let her know I was there. Just in case she looked down, I already had my head low, my nose against the comforter, hiding my face. It would have been easier to just bury myself into her cunt, but even being this close to something I had fantasized about so longingly, it was still a lot to tackle. I had to work up to it, even if patience was a little out of Shorty's character.

Gently, I caressed Alana's thighs, then moved both hands to her left calf, running my fingers down to her ankles. Getting to touch her smooth, naked leg was more than I could have ever hoped for, and my cock was throbbing already. Then, as I slid my hands back up her thigh, I gave her ankle a soft, wet, slow kiss.

Her whole body trembled.

Seeing as this technique was having a positive effect, to say the least, I decided to continue with it, slowly working my way up her leg, kissing and tonguing it on all sides. I massaged her calve as my lips passed her knee, and I felt her pushing her leg up against me as if begging for more. As I my trail of wet kisses grew closer and closer to her sweet spot, I could smell the powerful scent of her desire. In this darkness I couldn't much see it, but I knew it was worth waiting a lifetime for.

My lips grew closer, kissing the inside of her thigh. My forehead brushed Alana's rock hard clit, and my dick throbbed as she squirmed in delight. While much of her moaning had been from eagerly slurping the stranger's big cock, I detected a definite change in pitch in her sounds when I touched her, and when I didn't pull away, those sounds further intensified. Soon she was gasping around the cock as it fucked her face, and her grunting was non-stop. She reached down and placed a firm hard on the back of my head, pulling me up, guiding me toward her cunt.

Then she froze, her body rigid.

For a split-second I thought she had reached orgasm, and this was just the beginning of her climax. But before I could decide the validity of that theory, her fingers gripped my short hair and pulled me up to face her around Tall Guy's hip. I had no time to react. Our eyes locked, and no doubt mine were just as wide with surprise as hers. I felt my face grow flush. I saw her eyes well with tears of embarrassment.

Immediately I scolded myself on being so brash, so impulsive, so greedy. I had crossed a line that I should never have been within miles of in the first place. And now I was stuck, with no way to fix this and no way to repair the damage I'd done.

But Alana apparently didn't see it quite that way.

At first she seemed devastated and confused, and I couldn't blame her. Tall Guy's slippery hard-on fell out of her mouth for the first time in what seemed like an hour. He kept pumping though, rubbing his dick against Alana's face and into the thick lather of pre-cum he had left on her. Alana was only half aware of this, for while she continued to absentmindedly lick at his balls and shaft as they neared her mouth, her eyes and focus were on me. A million thoughts were running through her head, and her gaze tried to quietly communicate them all at once.

Without warning, her features changed, as if she had finally made a decision that would solve, if not all her problems, at least a few of the major and immediate ones. Her eyes narrowed on me, focusing as if trying to communicate something specific. I'm no mind reader, but I definitely picked up on her message—'no'.

Yet at the same time, she was putting Tall Guy's dick back in her mouth, and even resumed her gasping and grunting. Meanwhile she released my head, grabbed a pillow from next to her, and put it down on her crotch, right under my face. Then she grabbed my head again and pushed my face down into the pillow and held me there. Firmly.

It never occurred to me that was trying to smother me, though now I realize that would have been a rational fear, given the situation. But it was something about the last glimpse I got of her eyes before I was pressed into the pillow that told me Alana was a woman teetering on the edge of the line I had nearly crossed. She didn't want to cross it, but she still needed release like never before. And this pillow was going to blur that line just enough for her to get what we both wanted.

Through the pillow, my lips and nose felt her hard body beneath. I began gently gnawing on her mound, working my jaw slowly but with purpose. With my lower jaw I managed to find what I was sure was her clit, because as soon as I began rubbing it through the pillow, her body tensed and Alana pushed me harder against her. She ran her fingers through my hair, which sent my balls tingling. Her gasping and moaning increased in volume and speed, and then I could hear the pace of Tall Guy's nut sac slapping against Alana's chin double. The wet slurping of Alana's lips around his dick became desperate, and while I could not see, I knew he must be adding yet another coat of pre-cum to her face at that very moment.

I continued to grind my face into the pillow, egged on by the powerful feminine moans that I hoped were more for me than for the cock above. My saliva soaked the pillow, and smeared back against my face, but I just imagined that it wasn't my own spit but Alana's pussy juices against my skin, and for all I knew, she might have been wet enough that some of the dampness actually was hers. She was bucking against my face, raking her fingers across my scalp, and soon her velvety thighs were tightening around my head so tight that I could barely hear her screaming around that fat, dripping cock.

My own cock was throbbing to the point that if I even thought about cumming, I would have lost it, so I kept my concentration on Alana as she jolted into orgasm. She bucked so hard that half her body jumped off the bed—the half that had wrapped itself around me. She had lost control, and I had lost my balance. I fell back as she splayed her legs again, her pelvis catapulting the soaked pillow off the bed. 

Her convulsing cunt was displayed before me once more, but it was naked, untouched, and Alana needed more contact to fulfill her climax. Before I could regain my balance and dive onto her, she slapped at her pussy with her hand, frigging her clit with intensity as her legs kicked and her ass squirmed in pleasure. Alana's tight little tummy was moving in and out rapidly, and her tits jiggled in place, the nipples long and sharp.

All the while, Alana kept sucking that cock as if her life depended on it, screaming and gasping and choking down a mixture of pre-cum and her own saliva. It was enough to finally trigger Tall Guy's release, and with a long line of grunted obscenities, he drilled his dick into Alana's mouth, gagging her as he went in to the hilt, his balls smacking her chin. 

I saw her throat trying to swallow what he was spewing into her, but she couldn't take either the pressure, the volume, or both, because she choked the dick up, pulling him out of her and coughing up a mouthful of thick white semen that sprayed his genitals and dribbled down her chin and neck, then on down between her tits. But that must have been only the first gush, because a flood of sperm was still pumping out, splashing Alana's face. 

She closed her eyes but kept her mouth open and her tongue out, straining to catch what she could. She pumped him furiously with her hand, and while much of his jizz went on her tongue and lips, huge, heavy droplets spattered her entire face. Eventually she decided his cum was too good to waste, so she stuffed him back in her mouth and sucked hard. I couldn't believe it when I saw white jizz leaking out the corners of her mouth as he filled her yet again. Alana pulled him out one last time, then put her lips together and blew of spray of cum, making it bubble and squirt on her face. Then she opened her mouth, the cum oozing out and clinging to her lips, and she twirled her tongue in the stings of sticky sperm.

Seeing this was just too much, and I knew I was going to have to cum. I grabbed my dick, readying to stroke it the one or two times necessary to reach my own orgasm, and tried to decide where I would shoot; tits, face, or cunt. I hesitated a split second too long, my conscience starting a battle between cumming on Alana without her permission, or just letting go onto the bedspread, when I saw movement to my left.

Any chance I had for release was suddenly gone as I saw Shorty begin to pull himself up off the floor. I jumped off the floor and rolled to the opposite side of Alana's bed just as Shorty's head rose above the top of my bed. Still drunk, I heard him grumbling incoherently and falling over the floor as he made his way back to where things were finally calming down with my sis and Tall Guy. Before I dipped down behind her bed, I saw Alana rubbing Tall Guy's balls against her face, licking them as they smeared the hot cum while her other hand continued to play with her clit.

The adventure was over. Not much was spoken as Alana let herself and Tall Guy come back to Earth. Shorty, I believed, passed out again on the spot on Alana's bed where I had just been. Eventually Alana went into the bathroom to wash up. While she was in there, the two guys dressed and left. I stayed on the floor, wondering how long she would stay in the bathroom, and how she would feel once she discovered the guys had ditched her. Then I realized she was probably staying in the bathroom in hopes that they would leave, to save her from any awkward goodbyes.

And once I realized that, I decided she was also waiting for me to leave. It had been ten minutes, and she had only heard the door open and shut once. She didn't want to face me.

I opened my suitcase and threw on the first things my hands could find in the darkness. Then I moved toward the door. I stopped by the bathroom door, listening for a sign of....well...anything. But I heard nothing. No water, no voices, not objects being moved around on the counter.

I had better get moving.

I opened the door, took one last look at the room where my dream had almost come true, and left. As I speed-walked down the hall, I swore I heard my name being called, muffled and distant. But when I paused near the elevator, all I could hear was the chatter of gamblers and the rattle of slot machines in the casino below.

No, I thought. You're imagining things. She's going to need time, so give it to her. She'll call, eventually. Just wait until she calls.

But as the elevator doors closed, I realized that in my haste, I had left the room without my cell phone...



Pillow Princess



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"Hey Bran." 

I looked up from my studies just in time to get hit in the face with Suzu, Amy's teddy bear. I blinked in shock as she screamed, "Bear attack!"

"Jerk!" I squealed, and threw it back at her. She caught it cleanly and grinned wickedly, rearing back to throw it again. I scrambled to sit and get my hands up. 

Amy had lettered for four years in softball in high school, so the match wasn't very even. She took it easy on me and I managed to block it. I tried to fake her out, but she was too good and caught it again. By this time we were both on our knees on our beds, giggling, as we faced off across our little dorm room. She made me flinch several times before throwing it back; she drilled me in the stomach so hard I couldn't help but catch it. She laughed in encouragement, and my attempt at a hard throw ended up hitting the ceiling over her head. We played volleyball for a few seconds before she pulled back with a gleam in her eyes.

"No, Amy!" I protested, but she threw hard at my head. 

I got a hand up and it careened back towards the foot of her bed. She lunged to swat it back to me and I swung wildly at it, sending it towards the head of her bed as she tumbled headfirst off the foot of it, a lone bare leg sticking up from where she had fallen. The bear made a funny noise and I sat up, puzzled.

"Oh crap, Amy!" 

I jumped up and ran over to her bed. The bear had hit the half-empty remains of her Big Gulp; the lid had popped off, and soda was all over her pillow and sheets. I didn't know what to do since the soda had already soaked into everything. Amy got up and shoved me.

"Jerk. You got my bed wet!"

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to!"

She pulled a fist back as if to punch me and I pulled back in terror before she broke into a big smile. 

"I wouldn't hit you, silly! It's my fault anyway. I knew I should have dumped that cup."

We shared a laugh before pulling off her sheets. We put on shorts—both of us were only wearing tees and panties as it was already past 11PM—and took the soaking sheets down to the laundry room. Just our luck, all the washers were full and there were already several loads waiting for the dryers. We took her stuff to the showers and soaked them, hoping to get the soda stains out. Amy had just changed her other set of sheets after way too long, and they were in the bottom of her hamper, so she didn't have a spare set. I only had one set, washing and changing them the same day. 

Our dorm mattresses were hard plastic, and when we got back to the room we started arguing about who was going to sleep on my bed. It would totally suck to sleep on those mattresses without sheets. I insisted she sleep in my bed, since I had ruined hers, but she refused, saying she had started the whole fight. We argued for half an hour before finally compromising: we would both sleep in my bed. I'm not really sure whose idea it was, but I didn't think it was a big deal. I'd had sleepovers before, and this was only for one night due to extenuating circumstances. 

Amy is beautiful, the girl I wished I could be, with jet black hair. She was my best friend at College. Athletic, toned, funny, personable and supremely confident; I had envied her from the day we met. She was small up top, but with her body and personality, she never had a problem with boys. The only advantage I had on her was my boobs, which were much bigger, but I compensated with more than a few pounds. It was like I was determined to put on the entire freshman fifteen in the first semester and with wavy brown hair and a somewhat reserved personality, boys didn't pay much attention to me. 

The dorm's beds are really quite small, and with Amy's pillow soaked, we both tried to share mine; it was a tight squeeze. We considered laying head to foot, but there was no way I was going have feet by my head. We giggled a lot in the dark as we tried to find a position we were comfortable in. She complained that the wall was cold and squooshed into me, and I scooted over so far I was almost falling off the other side of the bed. Finally we settled down and I drifted off to sleep. 

I was having a dream about Brad Pitt making out with me, yet I felt someone's hand under my shirt, feeling my tit. I slowly woke to the realization it was Amy. I was feeling so relaxed, I didn't move, enjoying the sensation. She flicked my nipple and I let out a squeak, causing her to freeze for few moments. I didn't move and she started to caress me again. God it felt great, and I knew I was already wet, but as I woke up, I realized that I needed to say something. This was Amy after all! 

"What are you doing?" I sighed with a smile as I turned to her.

She jerked her hand away and sat bolt upright. "Oh my God!" she squealed, lunging out of the bed and out the door. I'm not sure how she got up and out the door so fast. I pulled my shirt back down, wondering where she had gone. Maybe I should have started with "I like that."

I rolled out of bed, turned on a light, and went to the bathroom. Sure enough, she was in one of the stalls, sobbing. I stood outside and tried to get her to come out but she wouldn't even answer me. Susan came in to use the toilet and when she came out she asked what was going on. Amy was suddenly silent.

"She spilled soda on my bed and now she's all weepy and apologetic."

Susan knocked on the stall and told Amy to come out. Suddenly the door flew open and Amy ran past us in a blur. I rolled my eyes in mock exasperation and went back to our room. When I got in, Amy wasn't there. I looked around for a moment before hearing something from her closet. I peeked in and there she was, balled up and buried in the back, crying. I told her to come out but she refused so I grabbed a small handful of hair just in the back of her neck; she squealed in pain and followed me. I put her back on my bed and she started blubbering.

"Please don't tell anyone. I didn't mean it. Please don't tell."

Over and over again. She was holding her palms out defensively and looked a bit like the monster girl from The Ring. I fought my way through her hands and hugged her, trying to calm her down. I held her, stroking her back, and told her everything was okay as she cried on my shoulder. I felt really bad for her. She finally started to calm down.

"Hey," I warned, "No blowing your nose on my shirt."

She giggled a little and I got her a tissue. She slowly composed herself as we sat together, gently stroking her arm in reassurance.

"You feeling better?" I asked softly and she nodded. "Good. Now back to my question: what were you doing?" Her eyes bugged out and she looked like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Amy, what were you doing?"

"Nothing," she whispered.

"Amy." She swallowed apprehensively and looked away but I steered her face back to me. "Amy," I said again, looking right into her eyes. 

"It's just that...well...I don't have any boobs and you do...," she started, glancing at me guiltily. "Please don't tell anyone."

"So you just thought you help yourself to a squeeze?"

She frowned a little. "Yes."

"You have boobs."

"Yeah, but they're tiny."

I ignored her comment. "Guys have felt your titties, right?"

She shrugged. "Yeah."

"And did you just let them walk up and grab away?"

"No!"

"No?" I asked quietly. "What did they have do first?"

"Well, make out a little..."

"Right, kiss you. But you didn't kiss me, did you?"

She was completely stunned at the line of questioning. I had already decided what I wanted. Understanding dawned on her face and she glanced away shyly before slowly leaning in for kiss. I let her come in before pulling back.

"What do you think you're doing?"

She jumped back and looked at me in alarm. "I thought you wanted me..."

"Amy, we're not talking about what I want. We're talking about what you want."

She thought about it for a few moments. "Can I kiss you?" she asked quietly.

"Why?" I asked with mock suspicion. 

She swallowed nervously. "So I can feel your boobs?" she whispered.

"No!" I said with mock disgust, and she pulled back in shock. "Have you looked at yourself? You're a mess." I broke into a big smile. "Go wash your face, you're all messed up from crying."

Her eyes widened as she realized what I was saying and she broke into a big smile and dashed out of the room. Honestly, I couldn't believe what I had just done, but I was giddy at the prospect of what was about to happen. I had never kissed a girl, never wanted to, never thought about it, but suddenly it seemed like the most natural thing to do. I knew I wasn't a lesbian, but I did want to make out with her a little. 

A fresh-looking Amy reappeared and practically tackled me on my bed with a smile. "You were teasing me!" she complained as we giggled nose to nose. 

"Hey, it wasn't my idea to cop a feel..."

She was suddenly serious. "I've never kissed a girl."

"Skipped straight to second base, huh?" She looked at me with a guilty grin. "I haven't either," I whispered.

She moved in but I laughed and pulled back. Then I tried, but we couldn't seem to make it work without giggling. We decided to sit up and try, but managed nothing more than a light peck on the lips before bursting out laughing. This was way harder than it looked. We held each other's hands and grinned at each other before trying and failing again. Finally we had the idea to turn off the light. In the darkness I calmed immediately and a moment later I leaned forward with my lips parted...and caught her on the bridge of the nose. We both fell backwards with peals of laughter. We sat again and suddenly it was deathly still as I could see her, beautiful Amy, dimly in the darkness. I cupped her face and we met in a kiss. 

God, she could kiss. My high school boyfriends had never been much into kissing, but Amy and I didn't have any issue with that. Our tongues battled and played as we kissed and by the time she cupped my breast, I was more than ready. Suddenly we were lifting off each other's tops, feeling each other's breasts, as we kissed deeply. We were both whimpering and I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life. We kissed, caressed, pinched and loved each other. I wanted for her to go further, but I didn't want to initiate anything. I knew my panties were soaked, but was afraid that if I took a hand off her breast, she would take one off mine and I didn't want her to stop. Instead, we sat cross-legged, knee to knee, and kissed and played with each other's breasts. Early in the morning we collapsed on my pillow and fell into an exhausted sleep.

I awoke in the sunlight and looked over to see Amy looking at me. The moment our eyes met, she looked away with a blank expression and sat up. She slid off the bed, put on her shirt, and left the room. I had class and left before she returned and she was gone when I got back. The first night I sat alone and waited for her, hoping that it was all in my head, hoping we could play again. My heart leapt when she returned...and then was crushed as a guy followed her in. 

"Hey Bran, can you give us some space?" she asked with scarcely a glance as she started making out with this guy I had never seen. My jaw dropped and I finally left the room, spending the night in the lounge, not even allowed the privacy to cry. We didn't talk for the next three months. Over the next few nights she had a succession of new lovers. I was devastated, having lost my only friend on campus and my social life in one cruel twist. Amy, on the other hand, seemed to BFF with half of our all-girl dorm. One good thing did come out of it: with no friends, no social life and no interest in being in my room, I spent a lot of time in the library, didn't party, and got a 4.0. 

Amy says her epiphany came during Thanksgiving; I started to feel a change also. She started being less a bitch. Sometimes it felt like she watched me dress. I didn't really care and just went about my business. She left for Christmas break before I did, and when I returned to the room I found a Christmas card on my desk. She had written on it that she hoped I would have good Christmas and she hoped we could be friends again. My blood boiled. After all she had done, she just expected me to forget about it, and yet I still burned for her. She was still the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I had no interest in any other girls, and still wished for a boyfriend, but I wanted her most of all. I wanted her and hated her at the same time.

Late in January I returned to school, still livid about her note. She wasn't in as I moved back into our room, but she had clearly been there. I was glad. I didn't want to make a scene in front of my parents. When she returned that night I was laying on my bed reading a novel while listening to my iPod and I didn't bother acknowledging her. I could feel her looking at me, even after she sat on her bed. Unfortunately, I had to pee. I eventually pulled out my headphones and left for the bathroom. As soon as I pulled them out she said, "Hi Brandi," but I didn't answer and just left. She tried again as I returned, and I offered a "Hi" and put my earphones back in. I kept them in even after I turned out the lights, pulling them out as I got ready to sleep. I was just about to fall asleep when she tried again, catching me off guard.

"Brandi?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we be friends again?"

"No," I sighed, trying to stay calm.

"Why not?"

I bolted upright and flicked on the desk light. "Why not? I get the silent treatment for four months and you ask why not?" I screamed at her.

"Bran, I'm sorry," she said after a pause while pulling a pillow to her chest defensively. 

"You're sorry? Sorry for what? Sorry for groping me in my sleep? Sorry for ignoring me? Sorry for rubbing in my face that boys like you?"

"I just want to be your friend again."

"Yeah? With friends like you I don't need enemies. No thanks."

"Please, can I make it up to you?"

"You can shut the fuck up and leave me alone." I flicked the light off and lie back down, still furious.

"Brandi, I'm sorry." I didn't respond. "I'm sorry," she finally repeated. "I didn't do it to hurt you."

I had had enough. I sat back up and turned the light on again. "You didn't mean to hurt me? What, you just happened to fall on seven or eight cocks on the way home and decided to show me?"

"I was confused."

"You were confused? You were confused? How do you think I felt, waking up to my roommate feeling me up and seducing me then tossing me aside like a used tissue? How do you think that felt?"

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

"Yeah right. You knew exactly what you were doing."

"No, I was confused."

"Confused? Confused is a little, lost girl spending her life alone in the library; it's not being a slut and fucking everything that moves."

"Don't call me that."

"Slut? No? Is there another term for a girl who fucks eight different guys in eight nights? Whore maybe?"

She started to shake. "Please don't say that."

"I hate you," I hissed and turned off the light again. 

I fumed in the darkness and listened to her break down. My anger evaporated, as I had said what I wanted to say. She was really sobbing; a soul-crushing wail of despair. Listening to her cry broke my heart--I'm such a softie.

Finally I sighed. I was going to get no sleep with her crying like that and I was feeling bad about it also. "Amy, come here." She didn't move. "Amy, come here," I ordered. She still didn't react. "Bitch, don't make me come over there," I threatened. 

She got up with sob and shuffled over to my bed. I lifted my blanket.

"Get in."

"What?"

"I said, get in."

"Please don't hurt me," she pleaded as she got in, laying face to face with me.

"Even though I hate you, I don't want to make you cry," I said as I wrapped an arm tenderly around her. "Now shut up and go to sleep."

I had acquired a second pillow so we weren't quite as squished as before. She sniffled and I pulled over the tissue box for her.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"I still hate you."

"I'm so sorry," she said. A moment later she stroked my cheek lightly. "I never meant to hurt you. What we did felt really good, and I got really scared. I jumped into bed with those guys to try and get over you."

I snorted in disgust. "Well, you did a good job."

"No I didn't. They couldn't make me feel like you made me feel. By the time I realized it, I already knew I had hurt you badly and didn't know how to make it better." I said nothing. "I'm really glad you got a 4.0."

"How did you know?"

"I heard from Kelly." I nodded. "I'm really grateful you didn't tell anyone, with as mean as I was you should have."

"I was involved also."

"It's all Suzu's fault."

"Yeah, he's a bad bear."

"Can I kiss you?"

I thought about for a moment. "No. I still hate you." Her hand moved and slowly squeezed my breast. "What are you doing?"

"Stealing second," she grinned.

"Amy, come on," I complained but made no move to stop her.

She gently pushed me to my back and I draped my arm over my head, opening myself up to her as I turned away. She started pulling my t-shirt up.

"Amy, stop it."

She ignored me and started feeling my now exposed breast. A moment later she licked my nipple and I moaned in pleasure. With one hand playing with one breast and her burning tongue on my other, I was in ecstasy. She pushed my shirt up further and I sat to allow her to remove it.

"Take your shirt off," I said as I flopped back to the bed. "I'm not going to be the only one topless."

She whipped off her shirt and repositioned herself so that she lie over me, allowing her to use both hands and her mouth on my tits. I stayed still and enjoyed the sensations, awash in pleasure. She would suck on one nipple while flicking the other and then switch sides. I whimpered in bliss. After a long time she started to kiss her way down my belly. When she grabbed the waistband of my panties I stopped her. She kissed my hand.

"It's okay baby, let me take care you."

I gave in and lifted my hips. She pulled my panties off and got between my legs. She kissed the inside of my thighs and stroked my skin before kissing my pussy; I gasped. 

"I've never done this," she whispered and started to lick me. "I hope I do a good job."

"You're doing great so far," I squeezed out.

She reached up to play with my boob while she licked me. I moaned so loud I had to pull the other pillow over my head to keep quiet. It had been so long that I was ready in no time and came hard, crushing the pillow against my mouth. Finally she pulled away and I pushed the pillow off, gasping for breath.

"Oh my God," I sighed. "That was amazing."

She started to lick me again and I pushed her forehead away. A quick move later she grabbed my wrist, pulled it to my hip, and continued to lick. I tried to reach down with my other hand but she grabbed it also, leaving me defenseless. 

"I've been dreaming about this for months," she slurped. "I'm not going to let you go that easily."

I protested but she was strong enough to hold my wrists and her tongue was relentless. Unable to hold a pillow, I moaned out loud as she forced me to cum again and again. Finally she was done and slid up to lay beside me, gently kissing the back of my hand.

"Do that a few more times and I might even forgive you," I sighed as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning we awoke with her spooning me. I was afraid to turn around with how bad our last episode had ended, but I had to go. I rolled over and she smiled a big smile.

"Morning Brandi."

"Morning. I gotta go," I smiled and went to the bathroom. She was in her bed when I returned.

"You okay?" 

"I feel great," I grinned. "It was amazing."





Pillow Princess



"Good."

"But I gotta get ready and go to class."

"Me too," she sighed, and hopped off her bed.

I wasn't freaked out about the whole thing, as I had spent the better part of a semester dreaming about it. It had just been really, really nice, topped off by the most incredible orgasms I had ever had. 

I expected it to be a one time thing, like a make-up present, and that we would just go back to being friends. When I returned that evening, she had bought me a bouquet of flowers. I told her I still hated her, but both of us knew I was no longer serious. We went to dinner together and chatted like the friends we were before. It was really nice to have a friend again. When we got back to the room we started talking about what had happened and we both agreed that we didn't want anyone to know. 

"Do you think you might want to do that to me tonight?"

"No."

She was taken aback. "Why not?"

"That's freaking disgusting with all the cock that's been in there!"

"Brandi!"

"I'm serious, who knows what kind of diseases you have. No way am I going down there until I'm sure you're clean."

"I'm clean," she protested.

"Yeah, right. Show me the test results." She looked at me blankly. "You did get tested, didn't you?"

"No."

"No? Holy crap! You need to get tested right now!"

I bundled her out of the room, overruling her protests, and took her straight to the clinic. I got tested at the same time, just to give her moral support. She was really worried when we got back as it would take several days to get the results. We went into our own beds and I felt really bad for her, but slutting around had been her choice. 

"Will you hold me?" she asked in the darkness and I joined her in her bed.

I spooned her and started kissing her neck. I reached around and started playing with her breasts. Minutes later we were both topless, sucking on each other's nipples in a 69 position. We played like that for hours until she flipped me over, pulled my panties aside, and proceed to lick me to another mind-shattering orgasm. 

"You didn't need to do that," I mumbled in a daze.

"Thank you for caring about me," she whispered. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next night she and I had a long talk about our relationship. Reading the literature in the clinic had scared me so badly I didn't even want to kiss her until the results came back. I had a long discussion with her about my concerns, not only for my health, but for hers. Basically, I was not going to kiss her or go down on her until she tested clean again in 3 months. I wasn't even going to touch her pussy. She swore that she hadn't been with anyone since October, but I wasn't going to risk it. She nodded in numb agreement. From that night on, we shared the same bed, alternating between hers and mine. We were careful to avoid being seen together too much, and as far as I know no one suspected anything. 

Amy's first test came back negative and I gave in on the no-kissing deal; it was just too much to miss out on. Almost every night we would get into bed, start making out, then she would go down on me. I wouldn't do anything more than suck her breasts and lick her neck, and she seemed satisfied with that. Sometimes she would finger herself to orgasm when she was done with me. We went to the beach together for Spring Break. I started talking about what I was going to do with her when we could both have sex, how I was going to make her cum over and over. I don't think I was in love, but I did want to make her feel good.

We decided that she would stop masturbating in the weeks leading up to getting the results from her second test so that her release would be monumental. After taking her second test, we went to a party. As usual, we tried not to hang out together so no one would talk. I was getting pretty drunk and was ready to go, thinking maybe I might cheat and not wait for the results to come back. I walked around the house looking for her and found her in the basement playing cards with several other people; she was sitting on some guy's lap and looking blasted. I shook my head and left. She came home the next morning wearing some else's shirt.

She apologized profusely, but I wasn't listening, or interested. She used the fact that she had stopped masturbating as an excuse, saying she was so horny she couldn't help herself. I sent her right back to the clinic. Thinking about it, I figured that nothing needed to change about our relationship. She could continue to pleasure me and I could continue to enjoy it. She was feeling so guilty that she eagerly fell into our old routine. 

The semester ended before she could get a second test and her parents pulled her out of school after another round of awful grades. I found a boyfriend and happily jumped in bed with him without demanding a test. Although his oral skills aren't quite as good as Amy's, he has other parts that make up for it. Personally, I love returning the attention. To this day I have never gone down on a girl.



Pillow Talk



Pillow Talk: A Bedtime Confessional For Two

I was lying on my back in the dark on my side of our bed; one hand behind my head and the other on my chest. Jill was lying on her side with her back toward me. We had just retired at our usual time; eleven pm. 

"Jill?" I said softly.

"Hmmm."

"When did you decide to have an affair?" I asked quietly.

I felt more than heard her stiffen with a quick intake of breath. "What are you talking about?" she finally asked.

"I'm just curious ... I know you've been seeing someone ... I've known for a month now. I was just curious when you made the decision." 

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you crazy?" She hadn't turned toward me and was doing her best to imitate an irritated attitude.

"You aren't a very good actress, Jill. I knew something had happened almost from the first day and I was hoping it wasn't what it turned out to be. I was hoping you hadn't been unfaithful." I said sadly.

"Are you accusing me of infidelity? How could you?" She was now becoming much more vocal and had at least turned her head toward me.

"No point in denying it, Jill. I checked your purse one day when you were out in the garden and I found the condoms."

There was a long silence and I could see her shoulders begin to shake as she started to sob. 

"Oh God, David, I'm so ashamed. I'm so sorry. It doesn't mean anything. I love you; you know I do."

There was a long silence as I waited for her to continue. 

"Are you going to divorce me?" she asked through her sobs.

"I guess that depends. Do you love him?"

"No ... god no! I love you. I don't want anyone but you." she cried.

I wanted her to talk to me. I wanted her to tell me when and how it had happened. 

"David, I'm so sorry. I would never hurt you deliberately. I don't know what I was thinking."

"I know Jill. But it did hurt. It hurt me very deeply and I'm still having trouble getting past it."

The silence between us grew but I was determined to let her tell me what had happened and that meant being patient.

"Was I right about when it started?" I finally asked.

"Yes ... yes. About a month ago. How did you know?"

"Jill, I've known you for over twenty five years. I know your every signal. I just didn't think it would happen to us." I said

I could hear her renewed sobbing and I was once again forced to wait and be patient.

"I met him at the Crisis Centre. He was there looking after his sister. I can't remember how it started, but he was very attracted to me. He told me how beautiful I was and how he admired my work there. I saw him there every week with his sister and one day, he asked me to go with him for coffee. It all seemed so innocent and I ... I didn't think that ... I didn't know it would be the way it turned out."

"Is he younger?"

"Yes."

"How young?"

"Twenty five, I think." 

"God, that's over twenty years younger than us. You must have made quite an impression on him." I said.

"I was flattered. I didn't think any man would be interested in an older woman like me." 

"That's crazy. You are beautiful. I can understand why he would be attracted to you. You should look at yourself in the mirror more often." I stated emphatically.

There was another long silence.

"Jill ... when you had sex with him ... was it different?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is he bigger... you know ... does he last longer ... can he do it more times?" 

"Oh, please David. Don't! I can't! Don't do this to me ... please!"

"Talk to me, Jill. I need to understand. I want to understand ... why it happened!" I pleaded.

And yet another moment of silence.

"He was ... thicker. That's all. It felt different. He's young. He could last longer than I could." she confessed haltingly. 

"Was it better?"

"No ...just different. We did ... different things."

"Did you have oral sex?"

"Yes." she replied quietly after another pause.

"Did you give him oral sex?"

"Yes." she answered haltingly.

"Did he come in your mouth?"

"Please, David ... don't make me."

"It's alright, Jill. Just tell me the truth. Did he come in your mouth?"

Another long silence. "Sometimes."

"Did you swallow it?" I persisted.

"Oh god, stop it. Yes, I ... I swallowed it. There! Are you satisfied now?" She was getting frustrated with the endless questions.

"I'm just trying to understand how he could convince you to do things you would never let me do." I explained in a quiet, even voice.

"It was different. I told you. It wasn't the same as what we had." 

"Did you do it 'doggie style'?" I continued.

"Yes." she said quietly.

"Did you have anal sex?"

"No ... not really." She had given up resisting the questions and was now answering in a flat, monotone voice.

"Does that mean he used his fingers there?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything else he did with you that I didn't mention?" I asked quietly.

"No."

Another long silence ensued as I digested what she had told me. In our twenty five years of marriage, she had pretty much restricted our lovemaking to conventional, plain vanilla sex. She had tried oral sex a couple of times and claimed it made her ill. We had tried 'doggie style' several times but she made it plain it wasn't something she enjoyed and eventually I quit trying. She wouldn't even consider anal sex or having anything near that area. But now, in the space of a month, she had succumbed to all these pleasures with her youthful lover that she had denied me. I didn't know whether to be angry or curious. I chose the latter path.

"Why, Jill? You wouldn't consider doing those things with me and yet you gave yourself willingly to him. Why?"

"I don't know. I was trying to please him I guess. I was afraid I might lose him if I denied him." she moaned.

"Yes, I think I can understand that." I offered. "Are you going to keep seeing him?"

"No! I can't! Not now." She began sobbing again. "It's over. I made a mistake. I'm not going to make it worse."

I lay on my back listening to her soft sobbing and irregular breathing. After a few minutes, I began again.

"There's something you should know, Jill." I said quietly.

"What?"

"I had an affair too."

"Oh no, David. I can't believe it. How could you?" 

"I was angry with you, Jill. I was hurt and I was angry. There was a young woman I knew who had made it clear that she wanted to be with me. I had resisted her until I found out about you and then I stopped resisting. I had sex with her several times." I had delivered my confession in a quiet tone.

"Oh David. What are we going to do? Is it all over for us?" she wailed. I knew my revelation had shocked her and probably hurt her as much as she had hurt me.

"I hope not, Jill. But I guess that's up to us. We can get a divorce and go our separate ways and lose everything we had in the past twenty five years or we can try and put our marriage back together again. Either way, it won't be easy." I said sorrowfully.

"Was she very young?" Jill asked after a long silence.

"No, about thirty I think. I guess that's pretty young for us though, isn't it."

"Did you do those things you asked me about?" she asked carefully.

"Yes. She enjoyed oral sex; both giving and receiving. She was quite aggressive. We had sex in many places in her apartment and many different ways. It was very exciting. I learned a lot from her." I said matter-of-factly.

"Are you still seeing her?" Jill asked.

"No. I ended it a few days ago when I knew I had to talk to you about ... about ...your friend. It wasn't anything but sex for the sake of sex and I guess some payback for what you did. It's over and she understands."

I could hear her sobbing again and I knew she was feeling pain from my admission.

"Jill, I think I know why this happened." I said quietly. "I think we got too comfortable with our lives and we just let things drift. Our sex life was in decline and we just let it happen. We didn't talk to each other as much. I had my job and was settled in that and you had your volunteer work and you were happy with that. Our kids are grown and have families of their own. We just let things happen to us. I could almost see it coming, but I didn't do anything about it." 

"I know what you mean." Jill said in a sad, soft voice. "I think that's why it happened too. I was just floating along and the first time someone came along to rock that boat, I went for it. I needed some excitement and adventure. It was dangerous; I knew it was dangerous, but that was part of the allure. That and a handsome young guy who wanted me." she concluded, her voice falling off.

"He was the smart one. He saw how beautiful you are. I just took it for granted you knew how I felt about you. I forgot to tell you." I admitted.

"Do you think we can pick up the pieces, David?"

"I hope so, Jill. I want to. I don't want to lose you, but we won't be able to forget this time in our lives. It will be with us forever and we can't know how it will affect us. In a perfect world, I want another twenty five years with you as my lover. I want another chance to prove you don't need anyone else. I want you to be sure you know how much I love you." Now it was my turn for tears.

"Oh David, I want that too. We've both made a horrible mistake. But it's not too late to repair it ... is it?" she pleaded. 

"All we can do is try. If we both want it, we have a better chance. I know I want it to work for us."

"Then let's try again. Let's start on the next twenty five years tomorrow morning." Julie said hopefully.

We held each other and many more tears were shed that night. I don't know when we drifted off to sleep, but it was late the following morning when we finally woke. 

We tried very hard over the next months to put this bad period behind us. Our sex life was rejuvenated by our recognition that we needed to offer each other more satisfaction and we both enjoyed the changes in our private hours together. In some ways we became closer to each other as we each understood we had to be more aware of the other and respond more to them. I think we surprised ourselves with how much we learned about each other; even after twenty five years. 

I'm more confident now that we'll be OK. Jill knows what she did was wrong and impulsive and I know that I probably contributed to her straying by benign neglect. It's a common theme among couples who have been married a long time. They forget what attracted them to each other and lose contact with their love. I wasn't going to let that happen again.



Pillow Talk



It is a warm summer evening. The time is half past ten pm. In a comfy bedroom Andrew, the husband, is laying on the bed reading a paper. He is a forty something rather handsome guy. Mary, his wife, enters the room. She is in her mid-thirties and very good-looking with a medium height figure, brunette hair and green eyes. Mary removes and hangs her silk dressing-gown and goes to the full length mirror in only her panties. She looks intently at herself for a while.

"Are the children asleep, Mary?" he asks.

"Frances went to bed first and Tommy and Emma have just dropped off" she answers.

"You spent a lot of time with them..." he adds giving her his best come to bed eyes.

"I had Carla on the cellular phone too" she answers again quietly looking at him through the reflection in the mirror. 

"Ok" he gives a little yawn. 

Mary looks at her husband through the mirror for a second time and adds, "Do you want to sleep, honey?" 

She now cups her medium size boobs which are very nice with large areolas and hard nipples. There was only a bit of pendulous and some stretch marks, but still very sexy. 

"No, dear, not yet. I want to read a few minutes more" says Andrew looking vaguely at her.

"How about a little talk?" She looks closely at her boobs and tries to lift them up a bit .

"Why not, dear? I'm listening to you" says Andrew putting his paper down and patting the pillow next to him. Mary wiggles out of her panties and throws them on a chair revealing a nice hairy patch. Her body is almost entirely tanned.

"I would like to go to Carla's house for a tanning session tomorrow afternoon. I aim to leave our children with your mother until you take them back. They don't stay with their grannie very much never the less" she proposes walking to bed naked.

"No problem Mary, mom is happy when the children stay with her. They can do their homework and should be no trouble. You like to go to Carla's for tanning after all and you look great" he smiles. 

In a moment she lays her head on the pillow.

"O thanks, dear. You are fantastic. Take a little kiss. That's true, I like to go to Carla's," she kisses him again, "just four or five women tanning topless and talking on their own in a garden it's much better than going to the beach," she says cunningly with a little laugh.

"Topless?"

"Yes, honey, topless is our rule. The place is so secluded that nobody can spy on us. We call Carla's garden 'the topless ladies parlour' in jest. We believe we are more liberated without a top," she laughs again, "you ought to see us, we are not so bad after all ah ah."

"Mmmm, interesting." comments Andrew as his thoughts wonder.

"Sometimes one or another sheds her panties too, but not always," adds Mary watching his eyes glaze over as she kisses him again more sensually.

"And are you one of them, Mary?" he asks huskily.

"Sometimes but not always, hon," she laughs lightly again, "do you like the idea of your wife tanning naked? You always ask me to take my top off when the children are not around at the beach." 

"Mmmm, that's true, but you are not so consenting with me."

"Oh dear, I am a bit shy at the beach because my tits are now starting to sag after the breast feeding of three children and I am on the way to be forty years old too. But if you want I can do it next time. I did it in the past when the children were younger, do you remember? You called me the sexy mom," she caresses his face and neck as he leans over to take a boob in his palm.

"Oh I remember, Mary. You were very sexy exposing yourself and pampering the kids at the same time. Since having the kids, your breasts have got bigger and curvier. It is really erotic and you look much younger than your age. I love when you are topless at the beach and men look at your lovely body," he says playing with her nipples as he feels them harden. 

"Thanks dear, I love you." She closes her eyes and kisses her husband passionately. He reciprocates his wife's kisses as she caresses his cock through his nightwear. The room is filled with their mutual moans of pleasure. They kiss for a while. 

When they break the kiss Andrew asks "what do you girls talk about at Carla's place?"

"O many things, honey. Imagine a few women doing nothing than to get a tan and talk. Many topics... children, health, clothes, a bit of gossip, men."

"Men?"

"Yes dear, we talk about men sometimes. Don't you approve it? Women talk about men very frequently." 

"And what about men, Mary?" 

"Uh, trivial things dear! Their class, their taste, their character. Sex sometimes," she whispers out the final words and giggles.

"Sex? Let me know. You were so shy once about certain matters," he is rather inquiring 

"Well... mmm... yes... we talk about our own womanly fantasies. Perfect men, or lovers. Nothing serious. Just to have a bit on the side, dear" 

"Just to have a bit on the side?" He contemplates this new revelation.

"Yes dear, a bit on the side. A few of the girls have tried it. Can you keep a secret? Carla has had two lovers and still sees one of them, Paula has had one, she stopped to see him for sex but he is her best friend now and Laura, well, Laura is fooling a bit around also and has a boyfriend," Mary seems to be rather amused. 

"I can't believe it. Albert, Carla's husband, my best man at our marriage and other very good friends on mine are – well – cuckolds!"

"Cuckolds! What a rough word, dear," she smiles, "but it's true dear. Their wives have had or are having lovers. They say they are still in love with their husbands but they need something different at the same time."

"And you, what do you say, Mary?"

"Well, what do I say, honey? Mmm, I say that I love you, that you are a very good father to our marvelous children. I say that I don't want to spoil our marriage, but," she interrupts her speech

"but, Mary?" he stares at her intently.

She takes a deep breath and continues "O dear. I think that one man is maybe not enough in a woman's life. Isn't it, hon?"

"Not enough. What do you mean, Mary? I had been your first and only man until today."

"Yes, honey. I haven't had other men until today. I haven't of course. I don't want to cheat on you, but after an agreement between us (pause) with the right guy (pause) without any other involvement (pause) only for sex," she stammers

"Only for sex?" He chimes rather bewildered

"Well, only for sex I could try. The girls say with the right guy it is great." she stammers again and gushes.

"Do you need to find this guy, Mary?"

"O dear, I don't of course. I haven't done it in fourteen years," she says as she strokes her husband's cock through his briefs, "but if it happens (pause) I am only a bit curious" she adds.

"Have you said that to the girls, Mary?" Andrew raises an eyebrow as his manhood stirs. 

"Yes I had, dear," as she frees his thickening cock from his pants.

"And what did they say about it?"

"O Carla wants to teach me a thing or two... and..." as her hand goes up and down his shaft.

"And?" he groans as the blood rushes to his cock.

"You are getting excited, dear..." says Mary looking at her husband's cock as it throbs with his heart beat, "... and, smile dear, she says you are on the way to be added to the cuckolds list..." she giggles playing with his husband's cock "... Carla thinks I am rather receptive and planned a party for my emancipation next week" Mary now leans over and kisses her husband's cock just on the top and adds "She was very persuasive and I should like to go."

"O Mary, you drive me crazy," he shakes his head.

"Are you jealous, dear?" She takes his shaft in her mouth and plunges down a good half length feeling each vein ripple along her lips. Then sucking up the shaft to pop it out of her mouth. Andrew has his own sexual nerves on fire and stammers, "O no, not jealous, but I am rather surprised" as he tries to concentrate to form the words. The cock is completely dripping with saliva.

Mary looks at her husband's hard on once again and says "O your cock is huge tonight, honey. Is it the idea of me with another guy? Many husbands find it exciting." 

"And you, Mary, are you excited at the idea to go with another guy?"

"Well, I can't say no dear. Does it hurt you?"

He doesn't answer but spreads her legs. His eyes fixed in his wife's eyes as he enters her starting a very strong fuck. It is the best sex they had for a long time.

---

The following evening, Andrew and Mary are in the bedroom. It is about ten again. As soon as Mary enters the bedroom Andrew asks her about the afternoon at Carla's house. "Did you have fun at Carla's, dear?" 

"O yes honey, very much... I had a lot of laughs with the girls. Your mom was very nice to take the children."

"Have you been naked today?" as he tracks his wife's movement in the bedroom.

She smiles, "yes I have dear."

Andrew sits straighter on the edge of the bed and says, "let me see your all over tan." 

She unties her night-gown opening the sides. The garment falls to the floor. She stands naked near the bed and smiles as she enjoys the sensation of being admired. Hardening nipples crown her sexy longish boobs.

"You shaved your groin" he says as he involuntarily licks his lips.

"Yes dear, I did. When I was planning to lay naked in the sun I shaved my little beaver this morning. She was too hairy. Shaved pussies seem to be very trendy by Carla's" she giggles and runs her fingers around the area as she can feel pussy getting aroused and opening. It makes her feel super sensitive. Slowly she poses a foot on the bed teasing her husband with her open and shaved pussy. Her fingers stir her clit now. "Last week Carla and Paula shaved their pussies smooth on their boyfriends demand. I found sexy the idea of being secretly smooth between my legs and imitated them, the silly girl of mine, ah" she smiles.

"What did you speak with the girls about? Men again?"

"Uh uh, honey... they spoke about their lovers too." She stops her fondling climbing on the bed to move between his knees.

"Mmm... lovers! did you get excited with this matter?"

"I got a bit curious again and asked a few wacky questions... Carla and Paula were excited to answer all and they were very extrovert" she trails off as he fingers and licks her very juicy pussy. Mary closes her eyes as she could only focus on his intruding digits.

"Ah ah... may I know?" he said, stopping his licking.

Mary's hips thrust forwards trying to capture his friction. Weaken by the need for orgasm, she rolls on to the bed and continues "I can't tell you details, dear, but they spent nights with their boyfriends... it's unbelievable..." she says.

"Do their husbands know?" he says looking at his wife.

"Of course not, dear" she answers moving one hand to squeeze his husband's cock through his trunks.

"Mmm... cheating wives... what do you think about, Mary?" he says as she disrobes and fondles his shaft.

"I don't know really... it's dangerous and exciting at the same time..." as she watches her husband, obviously turned on, "but maybe it's not so wrong. Carla and Paula both said to have better feelings with their husbands since they had been unfaithful..."

"Who are these guys? Do you know them?"

"O no, dear, I don't... but I'll know them at the little party by Carla... Albert will be not at home next week and she wants to invite her actual lover to introduce him to us girls... Paula will bring her ex too..." she pauses "I think that's a bit daring, maybe... " as she hesitates and looks Andrew in the eye " I told her I'll go, but I am a bit undecided. What do you think, may I go dear?"

"You can if you want, Mary. Go, it will be fun. I'll remain home with the children, not a problem." 

She kisses him on the cheek as she says "thanks dear, you are the best husband in the world" as she gives his cock some skillful sexual strokes.

He kisses her back with some passion and adds "I think there will be other guys." he says leaning back on the bed as he enjoyed her hand job.

"Yes, dear, but only a few. Carla says two or three guys, no more, just to introduce me to new friendships. What do you think about your sexy wife choosing from a discreet group of men to find a possible lover?" she bobs her head down to suck the crown of his cock. "You are excited hon..." she strokes and sucks him closer and closer as she controls his tempo. 

Andrew is in sexual agony as she backs off and slows down as she brings him close to the edge "I think about another cock in your mouth, Mary" as his brain is stimulated as well as his body. Andrew cannot wait any more and pulls her hips onto him. Both are ready to make love.

As she bucks up and down on his shaft, "will you get mad if I go with another man?" asks Mary. 

He doesn't answer but he rolls her over so that he is on top and with passion in his eyes, kisses her deeply and after a few minutes he comes deep inside her already orgasming pussy

---

Four days later. It is the evening of Carla's party. Andrew is alone in the lounge watching television. He has mixed feelings with strong amounts of excitement but doubts are consuming his mind also. He keeps replaying his excitement a few hours ago watching his lovely wife getting ready for the evening. As she showered, then choosing her favourite summer dress and put on her makeup he was really proud of her beauty, but jealous also. Eight o'clock she called a taxi and left. Andrew remained home with the children as he promised, but feeling nervous. It's about half past one when he hears the key in the door and Mary comes back home. 

"Hello dear."

"Hello Mary... you've come back soon... how did the party go?" he said rather surprised at his own excited voice.

"Rather uneventful, dear" she said as she put her purse down on a table beside him.

"Are you disappointed?" he asked with a little relief in his voice.

"Not at all, dear" she takes off her shoes and seats herself next to her husband leaning her head on his shoulder. She is showing a lot of legs from her short dress.

"Who was there?" 

"Carla of course, Paula, Laura and Elizabeth, which is Carla's cousin..." as she rattles off some names.

"No guys?" he asks curiously.

"Yes dear, a few guys too... John, which is Carla's boyfriend and four others" she says more excitedly now that she is relaxed. 

"Five girls and five guys. May I know their names, the guys names I mean?"

"Of course, dear. Peter, Mark, Roscoe which is Paula's ex lover and George" she says rather dreamily.

"Did you like any of them?" Andrew detects something in his wife's voice.

"Well... all of them were rather handsome if you mean it. John is charming. He is tall, well built, intelligent. I can't blame Carla," she smiles, "and Laura maybe has a secret crush for Peter... George is very nice... I spoke a lot with him then he offered to drive me back home and I accepted.. we left the party first"

"You were in a great hurry to be alone... together" he smiles teasingly.

"Don't say that... we wanted to talk a bit... we did it quietly, then he drove me home" she explained.

Andrew nodds "I heard the car... what did you talk about with him?"

"O George was very formal... he loves music and good books," she says being a bit abashed

"Didn't he pass you a compliment?"

"Well, yes... he passed me a few compliments for my dress."

Andrew smiles "I know why... your dress is rather revealing..." he alludes her legs and her deep cleavage.

"O no, he said I was elegant... he was very nice as I had only a little summer dress after all..." she said innocently.

"Nothing else?" he asked teasingly, knowing there must be more.

"Nothing special... he said I have lovely legs" she reaches over and kisses her husband on the lips.

"I agree... you have lovely legs and when you sit down, that short dress of yours raises higher... I think he got an eyeful of your legs in the car... and maybe he gazed your boobs when you bent... isn't it, honey?" he kisses her back and moves a hand to cup a tit in one hand as she sat next to him on the sofa.

"Maybe dear..." she kisses her husband again

"Hasn't he made a move to you? You are so sexy after all..." asks Andrew

"He played with the hem of my dress and caressed my thighs. I didn't want to be unkind and I let him play for a while but in two or three minutes I tried to pull the hem down..."

Andrew interrupted "But you didn't, hu..."

"What a devil you are... he stopped my hand from pulling the hem down and continued to caress my skin, but he wasn't rough" they kiss again.

"Let me see how high your dress was raised" he asked teasingly as his hand began to rub her nipples while they talk.

"You can see for yourself. I sat in his car like this," as she seats up straight on the sofa, breaking their embrace. 

He looks at his wife's legs. The dress covers half of Mary's thighs, "Great sight indeed... What did he say to compliment your legs?"

"He said you have lovely legs Mary," she pauses, "and he asked to see a bit more of them" 

"Not very original, but very sensual. Did you make him happy?" asks Andrew.

"I only raised the hem a bit more, like this... see," Mary slowly lifts the dress and crosses her legs. A hint of pink panties with a small wet spot peeps out between her thighs. This causes Andrew to moan as the smell of her arousal hits his nose.

Andrew is getting very excited and kisses her again while she strokes him on his fly. With a quick movement Mary takes her husband's cock out, then she lowers her damp panties and impales herself on him on the sofa. They start to make urgent and lustful love. 

They both came very quickly after so many hours of mental and physical foreplay.

---

The evening after. It is ten minutes past ten pm. Mary and Andrew are in the bedroom. He is on the bed in his brief. She stands naked at the full length mirror brushing her hair. He looks at his wife's slightly red backside. 

"What a beautiful wife I have" he says. 

She smiles to him via the reflection in the mirror. "Thanks, hon. Fourteen years after our marriage you are still a dear."

"From your ass cheeks I can tell that you were in Carla's garden this afternoon."

"Shhh... what a bad speech tonight," she giggles, "OK... it's true, I went to Carla between three and five o'clock when Claire, our cleaner was here doing her house work. I asked her to keep an eye on the children too."

"I can definitely say that you sunbathed in the nude too. Your delightful little ass is rather sun burnt"

"Yes I sunbathed in the nude, and got a bit burnt." she smiles again and going to the bathroom she turns back and sticks a playful tongue out at him cheekily. 

Watching her go with a playful smile of his own, Andrew adds, "Sun burnt or not, you are the sexiest woman in the world."

"And you are the most loving husband," as she blows him a kiss then continues to wash her face. In a moment or two she seats on the wc.

"Who was there today in Carla's garden?" asks Andrew as he hears her moving around.

"The same team. Paula, Laura, Elizabeth and Carla of course" says Mary.

"What did they say? Did they stay for a long time after you left?" asks Andrew while she starts to piss.

"Yes they did, but not for a long time. Paula and Elizabeth left with Roscoe and Mark in half an hour. Laura and Peter went away only a bit later." Mary's tinkling is heard in the silent bedroom. He turns on his side looking at his wife through the door in thought of the other ladies. She has a little fart too and smiles at him saying "sorry, dear," but he doesn't mind at all and recalls the matter.

"So Carla remained home with her boyfriend. Do you think they had sex?" Mary moves in the shower cleaning her pussy. Andrew never tires of watching the spout of water playing on those lips. His cock now stirring.




Pillow Talk



"Yes they had" she says toweling her body "Carla told John had been very passionate yesterday." 

Mary is ready to join Andrew on the bed now. Still naked as the day she was born she takes a refreshing after sun cream and lays on the bed aside her husband facing down on the mattress.

"Did Carla give you girls any details?" Andrew asks kissing his wife's shoulder.

"O dear, don't insist... She did but I can't tell you. That's private, I can't be unfair. Sorry dear, you want to hear some naughty details maybe but I can only say Carla was very descriptive, no more. He fucked her silly after she performed orally on him" she giggles.

"That's damned exciting" says Andrew trying to act indifferent

"Yes it is. You must hear at her... she was really graphic..." she smiles archly having a pause, and after a moment she adds "Carla and the girls were rather curious about my time with George too." 

Andrew raises one eyebrow, "What have you told them?"

"Nothing more than you already know," she hands him the cream, "will you be a dear and put a bit of cream on my back. The sun really burnt today."

"Of course, honey, my pleasure." He takes the tube and spreads the cream on his wife's shoulders starting to massage it in. A moment of silence again.

"Thanks dear, that feels so nice. The girls joked a lot about me, you know..." Mary says lifting up her brown hair to give him better access. "Apparently George has a reputation with the women. They said I have no more than one month of resistance... ah ah" she trails off then in a softer voice, "lower, dear" Andrews hands glide obediently down to Mary's pelvis. 

"Are you excited at the idea, Mary?" he says with a equally soft voice. 

"O it's only a joke, dear, nothing serious. No more than flirting between adults. Nevertheless he is very nice. Handsome and nice," she says dreamily and pauses for a while. After a moment, she continues, "Lower dear, just on my buttocks, my ass is scorched. Mmm... just there... how sweet."

"Is he married?" asks Andrew.

"Slowly dear, put a bit more cream. No, hon, he isn't. Never married. He is single. I could not flirt with a married guy." 

They keep silent pause while Andrew massages his wife's lovely ass, sending her purring under the cool feeling of the balm.

The atmosphere is broken when Mary's cellular phone pings with an incoming text message. She hesitates. 

"It is a text message. Read it" Andrew says

Mary takes the cellular phone and reads the text. She keeps silent so Andrew asks

"Who is texting, dear?"

She hesitates again then says "It's George..."

"George... what is he texting?" says Andrew. His action has a change and he is more caressing than massaging his wife's lovely back now

"He apologizes for having been so demanding in the car" says Mary

"What did he demand of you yesterday, dear?"

"You know it, dear. I've told you everything. Coming back home... He wanted to look at my legs and caress them." 

Andrew continues his massage "and you led him, isn't it, dear?" as he rubs lower between her legs to find her pussy very wet and aroused. Mary moves her legs apart to give him better access. 

"I only raised the hem of the dress up but I stopped him when he tried to go higher than my thigh with his hand. He wanted a kiss too..." she admits

Andrew fingers her clit gently from behind. "O dear you stir me" she whispers as her arousals move up a gear. 

"A kiss? You haven't told me. Did you kiss him?"

"O it's not so important, dear. It doesn't mean very much for me and I forgotten to tell you about that little kiss. Yes, I kissed him, but I gave him nothing more than a peck on the lips. He wanted a wet kiss but I didn't allow him to kiss me deeply. We only exchanged tongues for a moment..." she says with a smooth voice, and adds "I was wrong putting that little dress of mine on yesterday. I was too showy and encouraging. He could even cup my naked breast for a moment sliding his hand inside the plunging neckline and I haven't found the nerves to stop him. Anyway he is very polite and apologizes... I appreciate his style..." Mary is distracted as Andrew is working his fingers in her and rubbing her clit faster. "mmm yes dear... touch me. Are you jealous, Hon? Yes, I was wrong encouraging him a bit, but it's only a play... "

"No, I'm not jealous. I am only curious to see how far you go with him. Has he touched your pussy?" 

"He has for a brief moment only caressing my legs" answers Mary. 

"Mmm... a full body petting" says Andrew utterly

"O no dear, I had only a little fun" replies Mary quietly 

Andrew is now kissing her deeply. When they break the kiss he asks 

"Do you think you will see him again?

"I think I will see him again with the girls but he asks me for a date now... he will call tomorrow morning..." she puts a gentle hand on his fingering digits, "stop only a moment dear, I want to reply him" Mary replies the text message

"What have you texted him back?" he approaches his mouth to Mary's open buttocks and starts to plant kisses and licks. Restarting his fingering again.

"O dear, what did you have this evening? mmm... leave my little hole in peace..." she says in mock distress, "I texted him to call tomorrow morning" 

"Mmmm tomorrow I leave for a three days business trip" says Andrew kissing his wife's buttocks.

"I know dear... in your absence I will have the time to think quietly about the silly situation I got into going to the party two days ago..."

The sexual tension continues to build as Andrew continues to lick Mary's open ass and to finger her pussy. She moans loudly in a orgasm when her cellular phone pings again. She reads it "George texted me goodnight". 

Andrew leans his stiff cock between his wife's labia from behind. She raises her hips a bit giving him access. "O dear... I never felt your cock so hard and big"

"I'm thinking of you with George" he says slapping his thighs against hers.

"O dear... push harder... Harder... take me hard" she moans.

"Do you want to make love with him?" He holds her hips to keep his pace.

"I don't know, dear... "she says as she feels him get bigger and harder inside. 

"But you are excited by the idea..." 

"Yes I am, hon...o... o... o... deeper dear... deeper" 

She lifts up and is now on all fours now. He takes her hanging boobs and squeezes them then kisses her neck. She comes like a fountain while he shoots inside her and with the last few spurts, spreads his seed on her lovely backside.

---

The morning after. Andrew has left for a three day business trip. Telling his wife to be good and to have fun she remained in bed but she couldn't go back to sleep because of the recent events. 

She felt she was no longer the prim and proper wife she used to be until she spoke with her friends about "having a bit on the side". She had confessed to her husband about being curious about taking a lover. She confessed to him about how she flirted a bit on the risqué side with another guy. Her husband was not upset in fact it made him more excited at the idea of her with another man. Then he seemed to encourage her to go further. "To have fun". And he knew she is waiting for a call from the "other guy". 

She is absolutely curious to try the new experience but what should she do? It's been over 18 years since she's had a first date with Andrew and no other dates after she met her actual husband. In a panic, she calls Carla's number to ask her help. "Hello Carla, it's Mary... sorry about being so early but I need to talk with you... May I?"

"You are welcome Mary, no problem... My daughter is sleeping and I have nothing to do" says Carla perkily.

"Thanks Carla... mmm... well... I played a bit with my husband yesterday"

"You are rather playful these days, dear" Carla laughs lowdly

"O don't joke... it's true... I'm playing with fire... the little dirty talks in your garden with the girls... then your party... George... my husband" she stammers.

"Nothing wrong Mary, you are a healthy and lovely young lady seeking a new way in her sexual life... I did it a few years ago and still do being very happy... how about your husband... is he jealous maybe?" asked Carla, warming up to the subject.

"O not at all... I told him that I had been in the car with George and he seems to be rather turned on and excited at the idea..." she paused and then taking a deep breath, continued "yesterday we played in bed when George texted me..."

"What has George texted?..." Carla asked.

Mary replies, "He asked for a date..."

"Wow... what happen then?" prompted Carla.

" Well... Andrew encouraged me to answer the message then he had an instant hard on... and we had the best sex ever."

"Mmm... good for you dear..."

"... and when we were starting to make love he said he was thinking of me with another man..." she trailed off silently.

"Do you want to make love with George?" prompted Carla again.

"I am tempted, Carla... he will be the second man in my life... but I worry I will feel guilty too..." said Mary.

"You are not tempted, Mary hon... you are eager... accept George's invitation for the evening and... good luck" Carla laughs slowly again

"I can't believe it, Carla. Only six months ago I was a church going wife and mom, now I am thinking seriously about having a bit on the side. I don't know how it happened."

"It happened because you are a complete little slut" Carla laughs lowdly teasing her "and no more a prim and proper wife, isnt'it Mary?"

"Dont't joke about me, Carla... all the way it's true... I feel to be a bit slutty now"

"OK, you admit it and I encourage you to have sex with George... what you need actually is just a love affair and, remember, your husband is supportive. Have fun. Accept George's invitation for the evening" sentences Carla. 

"OK, Carla, you convinced me... but I can't leave the children alone..." Mary uses one last reason.

"No problem... Helen, my daughter, can look after them... she can sleep at your place with the kids... I'll tell her...OK? And you will be free to have your date with George" sooth Carla.

"Thanks, Carla... you are a real friend..."

"O don't say thanks, Mary... I had these feelings before you have had them... I bet you are turned on."

"O Carla, I'm waiting for George's call with my brains in turmoil..." she pines 

"and a very wet pussy too ah ah" Carla laughs, "see you, girl. Next time I want to know everything in details" she giggles and ends the call.

---

A few minutes later, George texts Mary that he will come at 7 pm to pick her up and she texts ok back. Then she wakes her children up and prepares their breakfast. Time goes by very slowly throughout the day. She plays in the sun in her garden with the children, she plays games with them as usual and prepares them lunch but she is nervous and distracted the whole day thinking about what she would do in the evening. 

Helen, arrives in the afternoon and the children go with her to eat ice cream. Mary is totally alone now and very excited. George is expected in an hour but those sixty minutes are the longest she had ever felt. She showers and applies some light makeup. Then she selects a few potential dresses to try on for the date. She wants to be faintly sexy but not slutty and in the end she picks a short linen dress with spaghetti straps and a low cut front. The dress doesn't need a bra and she completes her outfit with dental floss panties and medium-heeled sandals. Just as she decides on the footwear, George arrives dead on time at 7 pm.

He drives Mary to a nice restaurant on the sea front a few miles far from home and after a drink at the bar they have a delicious meal. At the restaurant he is very complimentary and they flirt, making frequent eyes to eye contact and as the evening progressed, they end up holding hands. Mary certainly feels the sexual tension grow between them. 

They exchange the first kiss of the evening just outside in the parking lot. George has trapped her against the car door and leans in to kiss her, never breaking eye contact. Mary feels a gush of excitement in her loins at doing this so publicly, to a man who is not her husband. They kiss passionately for minutes, Mary could feel his cock pressing into her and her nipples poking him back. They break off with a giggle when a group of people leave the restaurant bringing Mary to her senses. She seems to have a change of mind and asks George to drive her home, but the guy proposes a last drink at his place which Mary can't refuse. 

George's place is a delicious secluded house on the harbour with a terrace on the sea front. They have there small talks again sipping a drink under a romantic moonlight watching trawlers slip moorings and sail to the open sea. Mary loves the spot and she is ravished calming down. When she is perfectly relaxed George moves in beside her with his arms around her. They cuddle for a while then their cuddling turn into passionate hugs with Mary reciprocating every kiss she receives from George. After a few minutes of tonguing and groping, George's hands run allover Mary's body and she doesn't offer any resistance when he lowers her spaghetti strap dress exposing her sexy tits. She helps George to strip her while George caresses her breasts she unbuttons his shirt and he is also bare-chested showing a very sturdy torso. Mary now is horny and runs her hands over George's lower parts. She tugged on his belt and fly to release his cock. She quickly moves her hand on his hard on then she bends down and takes it in her mouth sucking for a while. 

He moans placing his hand on Mary's head, and without missing a stroke of her sucking action, she flips her thong off. Her pussy is wet and her whole body is quivering with excitement. 

When she is totally naked, he pushes her on a sun bed lying nearby and enters her with his stiff cock. She felt no inhibitions being fucked on her four in a sort of romance and lust. It's a fantastic fuck, the first of many with George. 

In this way Mary became a hot wife. After that night she visited frequently George's place every time being fucked by her friend.

---

Andrew and Mary's bedroom about one year and half later. A cold winter night. Outside is rainy and windy. Andrew is under the blankets watching television. It is half past ten pm. Mary enters the room throwing her dressing-gown on a seat and she flies into the bed with a nice pajama on. 

"Brrr... what a night... I am frozen... warm my feet, Andy" as she puts her feet on her husband's. 

"You spent a lot of time with the children again... Did I hear the phone too?" he hugs his wife with one arm kissing her on a cheek. The other hand runs to her breasts

"Yes dear... Frances couldn't sleep and I told her a story... then my mom called" she answers reciprocating her husband's little kisses

"What a couple of aroused nipples you have this evening, Mary" he says with growing arousal in his voice.

With a playful shake of her boobs Mary offers, "It's the cold... brrr... Iced boobs show... slip your hand inside and feel for yourself"

"They stand like little pencil erasers... let me play with them" Andrew says excited

"Leave them in peace and let me warm up, bad boy" she says playfully and cuddles in to her husband's arm, "mmm... sweet hands... boobs say thanks" 

"How about the little beaver cuddling under the sheets then?" his hand slips inside Mary's pajama slacks. She is panty less. 

"mmm... be gentle... pussy is sleeping" she kisses him on the lips

"Let's try to awake her up?" he inserts a finger in her slit "mmm... not so sleepy... rather wet indeed..." he kisses her back

"You and your finger... a bit higher, hon... mmm... yes... just there"

Andrew keeps his fingers moving and commands, stirring her wife's clit as she likes "Unbutton the pajama top, Mary" 

"Ok, you naughty boy..." Once Mary's boob are on view Andrew kisses and licks them for a moment then says 

"Edgar, my little brother, split up with his girlfriend."

Tensing her body, at the change of atmosphere, Mary asks, "Oh, poor Ed. I did not know... why?

"She had another guy..." he whispers as he continues to stroke Mary's clit. 

"I knew she was not the girl for him... the little slut." Mary says relaxing back into her arousal. 

"He called me today... he feels down..."

"The poor boy... he is so tender... tell him to come here for the week-end... we can pamper him a lot" she places her hand on Andrew's cock trying to recapture the mood.

Andrew continues kissing her nipples. "I have a wish, Mary"

"A wish? Please tell me." he looks into her loving eyes as they kiss again

"I want to watch you with another man..."

"O dear... this idea again... I've said no many times... why do you insist?" she takes out her husband's cock.

"I found this is so exciting... Nothing else turns me on like this for me than thinking about you with another man... look..." he shows Mary his erection

"Your cock becomes hard as soon as you think of me with another man... I know..." she laughs loudly stroking him, then she bends to kiss the tool on the tip

"I can't help it... to watch you with another man... you undressing... the foreplay... you gobbling him..."

"Like this dear?" she engulfs Andrew's cock all the way 

Andrew's eyes roll back as he enjoys the feeling of Mary's skillful mouth and throat. "Yes, Mary... you on the bed with him... spread legs... pussy on display..."

Removing his cock from her mouth, she says huskily, "Mmm... he plays with my clit... I am encouraging him to enter me... to do me harder... do you like your slutty wife, huh... hon?..." 

"I love you..." he puts one hand on his wife's head while she goes up and down on his shaft. 

"You cuckold" she says in between sucking him

Andrew pleas, "will you let me?" 

Mary stops her oral massage, "Listen dear. Well, under Carla's and your encouragement I fooled around a bit last year and I did it with George. He was nice with me, his lovemaking was great. I wanted to try something different, you were aware of it and contented. You have known every detail, every kiss I received from him, every place I made love with him. You know that I think George being a far better lover than you are and how much I loved to fool around with him, like the time he fucked me in our bedroom while you entertained our guests at my birthday party but I stopped seeing him after four months because some silly gossip circulated about me. Too many people saw me with him all around the town. Even my mother said what are you doing, Mary? I don't want any other gossip about me. I am a respectable mom. It was a one-off."

He stares into her eyes, "o come on Mary, we can be cautious."

"O no, Andy... George is always after me... he calls to say hi, we see him socially sometimes also, but I don't want to have a new beginning with him... even when he is a very good lover... I am no more the prim and proper wife I had been once but that bit of flaunting on a topless beach in front of you as I did last summer is really my limit... And I'm sure that George never agrees to make love in front of a third person... even if you are my husband... he is so reserved" she kisses Andrew on the lips then starts to suck on her husband's cock again. 

He shakes his head "Mmm... Mary... I don't mean George... I have another guy in mind..."

"Another guy?" she hurries on taking Andrew's testicles in hand "Who?" she continues stroking them. Andrew takes a long moment before murmuring "Eddie..."

"Eddie?!? Your brother?!?" she stops still again, sensing another mood change.

Quickly Andrew follows up with, "He feels down, you want to pamper him a bit."

"He was a child when I knew him... " she pauses, "Do you want me to have sex with him?" She pounds her husband's cock as the idea starts to sink in.




Pillow Talk



"I've been thinking of you with him since this afternoon."

"What a mad husband I have. I was his big sister, eight years older than him. He had a crush on me, a puppy-love, I know. Maybe he still has, last time he was all eyes with me."

Andrew's heart pounds at double speed, "I know, he will be happy to make love with you. Think, Mary. Nobody can say a word as he is my brother. He can stay with us in the meanwhile."

Mary is getting turned on at the idea, "I spent a lot of time with him since he was twelve or thirteen years old, then we married and he grew up," she smiles, "once or twice I also saw him naked when your mom still bathed him. He had a tiny unfledged cock at the time. He was so cute."

"You must see him nowadays. I saw him in the shower after we played tennis two months ago. He has a very fat cock now, bigger than mine."

"Yours is not that big, dear." Andrew startles and his cock erupts in Mary's mouth. She swallows his seed with a teasing grin and pats his manhood. 

---

The evening after. Eight o'clock. Andrew and Mary are having supper with the children. 

"Your chicken with rice and Italian salad is very good, dear" says Andrew

"Thanks, hon... I'm happy you like it..."

"May I have a bit more, mommie?" asks Frances, their youngest daughter, which is five years old now.

"Of course, baby... eat slowly..." says Mary

"What have you done in the afternoon, dear?" says Andrew savouring the chicken. 

"Nothing special... Carla and I went for a cup of tea... by the way have you invited Eddie for the weekend, hon?" she asks with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Yes I had, Mary... he comes on friday..." Andrew announces with a similar twinkle in his own eyes.

"Great!!!... uncle Eddie always brings toys" scream the children with one voice.



Pillow Talk



John had driven his vintage red convertible to the station to meet Fiona. Her train must have been early because although he had left with plenty of time she was already waiting at the station for him when he arrived.

The station was an old fashioned one and, like many things in this part of the world, had retained a certain prettiness that seemed to have vanished from much of England. It was built of red painted timbers and blocks of locally hewn stone. Summer flowers spilled out of hanging baskets and from low stone troughs on the ground.

He found Fiona sitting up on a sun dappled red bench, flanked by flower baskets, reading a slim paperback. She looked up as he approached and flashed him a brilliant smile. Marking her place with a bookmark, she slipped her book into her handbag and stood up to wait for him.

Fiona was in her mid-thirties, tall and pale skinned with straight, dark blonde hair cut just above her shoulders. Her long, floral dress was gathered at her trim waist with a black sash, breaking clean over her hips. Her arms and shoulders were bare. Although her dress was fairly low cut, her small pointy breasts were not at all exposed. Their shape was, however, clearly apparent through the blue fabric. 

She was elegant and refined, really quite stunning, more so than he remembered but with a slight air of the untouchable that made him worry he had got this all wrong.

This was only the second time they had met. The first had been some awful corporate conference at the tail end of a long winter. John had been an attendee and Fiona a presenter. She had been calm and classy in her business suit despite the most indecently short skirt he had ever seen in a professional environment.

She had been an impressive speaker too, discoursing on recent developments in structuring credit default swaps in a lucid, cogent and even engaging way, quite an achievement given the subject matter. For all that though he had struggled to keep his eyes away from her exposed, stockinged thighs. 

Later in the bar, he had found himself one of a small throng of men playing court to her. Clearly John had not been alone in his admiration. Stunning though she was, John had been disinclined to compete for her affections and his instinct was to disengage.

He had made his way to the bar, to get a drink before heading to bed. With Fiona apparently under siege, there was no one else he felt like talking to. The bar was bust so he had to wait a little to order. Shortly after he had done so, he noticed that Fiona was standing alongside him ordering the same single malt he had. 

He complimented her on her choice. She smiled back at him and made some comment about the quality of the offering at this particular hotel. Surveying the half empty bottles stacked up behind the bar he had to agree.

It turned out they had a common interest and she pulled up a stool beside him and they sipped their scotches together. Conversation was easy and wide ranging, Fiona turned out to be both well informed and opinionated on a range of subjects, delivering her insights with a dry wit he found quite arousing.

The evening passed far more pleasurably than it had initially presaged. They freely availed themselves to the range of fine whiskies available to them as the bar slowly emptied around them, Fiona's erstwhile admirers cutting their losses and drifting away. Fiona matched him drink for drink and, although he soon felt his own head buzzing with alcohol, she didn't seem to lose her poise at all.

By the end of the evening they were the only customers left. Fiona drained her glass and placed it next to John's already empty one. John motioned towards the empty glasses and asked if she would like another.

Fiona shook her head, "I think we should let these people go to bed," indicating the hovering staff, who had nothing to do but were unable to do leave until their final customers had.

"I think I want my bed too," Fiona's tone was low and she looked down as she spoke. Her words were quite innocuous but seemed strangely pregnant. She paused, looked up, held his gaze in hers and asked, appatently carelessly but also quite deliberately, "Care to join me?" 

She didn't lower her voice at all and it was clear, from the way he fumbled the glass he was cleaning, that it was quite clearly audible to the barman.

John couldn't believe his luck but his brain was fogged with too many glasses of whisky to adequately respond. All he could express was a desultory and quite inadequate, "What?" 

Fiona placed her hands on his lapels and leaned in, close enough that he could feel her breath and smell her perfume, bringing her cherry red lips up to his left ear, close enough to tickle.

"I like scotch because it makes me horny. I've been drinking scotch and now I want to fuck. I want you to fuck me."

Fiona had been whispering but every word was clearly audible. She moved back a little so she was looking him straight in the eyes.

"Do you think you could help me with that?" she asked, in a more normal tone. 

John was blind to everything other than Fiona and almost didn't hear the sound of breaking glass as the barman dropped his task. He had just enough presence to lean in and kiss Fiona full on the mouth and then let her take him upstairs, commencing one of the sexual highlights of his life.

That had been three months ago and he hadn't been able to get the experience out of his head, the feel of her lips around his cock, the taste of her tight pussy, the way her small pert tits had bounced as she slid up and down him.

He told himself to forget it. It was clearly lust not love, a glorious, not to be repeated,one night stand. He had her email from a list of professional contacts from the conference but had successfully resisted the urge to get in touch. She didn't seem the type to get sentimental. 

So it had been a more than pleasant surprise to receive a light toned, perhaps even slightly flirty, email from her last week asking if he'd like to meet for a drink, with just a hint of a promise of more.

It was with extreme regret, therefore, that he had to refuse, at least to refuse the date she had suggested. He was spending the week in the Cotswolds at his friend Ben's place, together with Ben's wife, Helen.

John had suggested another time. He had also, more or less on a whim, suggested she come out to the Cotswoldsto join them for a day or two. 

He had not been expecting her to accept. Yet here she was waiting for him on the platform of this charming little village, looking absolutely delightful, if a little less libidinous than in his memory. An image of her naked body, smeared in baby oil, arse in the air as he fucked her from behind, popped into his head. It was hard to connect with this vision in front of him. 

Fiona stood in the middle of the platform, legs together, back straight and hands folded in front of her, waiting for him to approach. Her skin breathed a limpid, radiant. beauty.

As he reached her, she turned her white cheek towards him for him to kiss, exposing her long white neck as she did so. He placed one demure kiss on the check, briefly tasting her scent of fresh soap and rosewater. He had to fight the urge to start running kisses down her neck.

John picked up her bag and gestured for her to come with him. Fiona walked along beside him, her gait light and graceful. The skirts of her dress, cut just below the knee, swooshed around her long, white legs as she walked.

Fiona commented on how charming the station was. She seemed relaxed and quite as lovely as the day. They were soon chatting like old friends. She didn't comment on the red vintage Bugatti, but acted as though it were the only appropriate thing, which perhaps it was. He held the door for her and was more excited than he could explain at the brief flash of pale thigh as she folded her legs into the seat under her dress.

It was too noisy with the top down for them to talk as he drove but the drive was brief, through the pretty village and prettier countryside as they made their way to Ben's place. John felt good, with the wind in his hair, the sun on his cheek and a beautiful woman at his side as he dropped down a gear for the last straight before they arrived.

Fiona had done a good job at not being impressed by the car but she couldn't do quite so well as the Bugatti cr unched to a standstill in the gravel outside Ben's place. 

"Wow," she said.

Ben was a friend of John's from university and from an altogether more exalted background. Not actually titled himself, he was head of a cadet branch of a moderately ancient part of the British aristocracy. His house, or at least his country place, was a gorgeous sandstone Georgian pile, perhaps not large as stately homes went but certainly large enough. Sometimes John wondered if the only reason Ben had gone into the City was to afford to keep the place up without letting the public in.

John had considered making out that the place was his but thought better of it. Still it was enough of a thrill to escort Fiona through the massive oak doors with the proprietorial air that holding a pair of keys conferred, even if only borrowed ones.

He parked Fiona's bag on the black and white tiles of the hallway as he watched her upturned head tracking round the portraits, antiques and objet d'art. He admired her long white neck as she did. 

Suddenly she looked at him, "Where is everyone else?"

"Everyone else?" it was the question he had been dreading.

She nodded, "You know, your friend, his wife, the other guests?"

"Umm, well Ben was called back to town on work and Helen went with him."

"Hmmm," Fiona had wandered off and was no longer looking at him, instead she was peering over a glass case, inspecting its contents, "and the other guests?" 

"There are no other guests."

"So it's just you and me?" Her tone was light and noncommittal and he had no idea how she was taking this. She leaned in closer over the case, her dress fell forward so he would have been able to see down it, but the angle was wrong.

"Yes," he said uncertainly, braced for what would come next.

She looked over at him and gave him a sly smile, "How delightful," she said. She didn't do anything as crass as wink but that was the impression he got. He let out a sigh of relief.

Fiona stood up and walked away from him, towards an open archway leading out to a light, airy room on the other side of the hallway. He couldn't help but watch the way her bottom moved under her dress as she walked.

She paused in the archway, put one arm out against its curvature and turned to look at him over her shoulder, "What now?" she asked.

John's mind went blank. She looked absolutely ravishing, with the sunshine from the far room silhouetting her body, the curve of one breast just visible as her body turned slightly towards him. Her eyes were doe like and expectant. Her mouth, soft, moist and slightly open.He just stared at her, entirely losing his cool but she didn't seem to mind. He wondered if this was all the come on he could ever expect but somehow didn't quite have the nerve to just take her and kiss her there and then. 

"How about some tea, then?" she asked.

...

So John found himself sipping tea, seated opposite Fiona, sitting at the wrought iron table and chairs on the terrace at the back of the house. There was a low wall at the end of the terrace and beyond that,the land sloped away in a gentle green sward down to a lake. The lake had a little island in the middle with a Grecian temple folly perched atop it. On the far side of the lake was thick woodland. Practically everything they could see belonged to Ben. Deer ambled across the green sward in the foreground. 

Fiona held her dainty tea cup with her little finger crooked. He back was straight and her legs crossed demurely at the knee, her legs almost entirely hidden beneath her dress. She had been wearing tan shoes but had kicked them off somewhere. The toes of her bare feet were painted an almost indecent shade of red, seemingly out of keeping with the rest of her attire. She was looking entirely at home, as though she spent every Saturday afternoon like this. For all John knew, she did.

Taking a sip, she peered at him over her teacup with her deep blue eyes. They sparkled in the sunlight, which gave her a flirty look but in no way undercut her obvious intelligence. She looked at him like she was having fun with him. John wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

She also had a rare gift of light, airy chatter about nothing very much but was highly inclusive, as though they had been close friends for years. She managed to keep a loose sexual tension running beneath the surface of the conversation but it was more through smiles, glances and body language than anything as crude as an entendre.

Placing her teacup down, Fiona leaned in a little, elbows on the table, hands folded under her chin, "So, do you bring a lot of girls down here?" 

John slurped his tea but desperately tried to play it cool. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Fiona leaned back but kept her eyes fixed on John, a cool amused look on her face. "Well, you brought me down here on my own. I can only assume, especially given our last meeting, it was because you wanted to fuck me."

As she said 'fuck' she uncrossed and then recrossedher legs. The movement wasn't quite slow but it was slow enough for John to have a clear, if only momentary, view of pale, inner thigh. He felt hot and hard and both bothered and aroused. He wished there were some shade. 

"I'm not going to flatter myself that I'm the first. So I just wondered how many."

John decided not to mess around and lie to her, she was sure to see through it. He was also grateful to stick to the moderately safer topic of old girlfriends rather than the reason he'd invited Fiona down.

"Not many, three to be precise. It's not like it's something I do as a matter of course."

"You sure? The Jaguar, the fancy house, the lack of a host, it all seems designed to get a girl to drop her knickers. I expect there's champagne later." 

"Well, umm," he was unsure what to say. He just about managed to stop himself correcting her about the Bugatti but started to feel a little awkward about the magnum of Piper Heidseck cooling in the fridge. 

Fiona leaned in, "Don't look so worried. It's an excellent technique. A girl likes to be wowed. I expect it works like a dream." 

"Well," he smiled wryly, "not always."

"No?" she gasped in mock horror, "They didn't all put out? How many?"

He laughed, "Only one." He leaned back and sipped his tea, keeping eye contact with Fiona. He wasn't sure what was going on but he was enjoying simply being with Fiona so he was happy to play whatever game she was playing.

"What happened?" 

"Well, nothing happened. That's rather the point."

She laughed, "Good point. But there must be more than that."

"She said it was too smooth, like I'd laid all this on just to sleep with her, like it was expected. She didn't like that."

"Well, a girl does likes to be wowed," Fiona sounded thoughtful, "but she doesn't like to be bought. Was she pretty?"

"Very."

"Details, man, details."

"Well, she had ... "

Fiona held up her hand, "Actually, stop, why don't you run along and get that champagne and then tell me."

"What champagne?"

She arched an eyebrow, with a withering look, "Don't fuck around,darling . Just toddle off and get the bubbly. I want to get pissed and talk about sex."

John didn't fuck around. He fairly ran to the kitchen. There was already a tray prepared with two glasses on it, an ice bucket in the freezer and a bottle in the fridge. He was back on the terrace in about five minutes. 

Fiona had turned her chair a quarter turn, facing 45 degrees away from the table and towards the view. She was leaning back with her legs up, her bare feet resting on the low wall, red toenails prominent. Her legs were slightly apart and her knees pointing up so that the skirt of her dress was hanging down between her partially exposed thighs. She was reading her paperback with one hand and the other arm was dangling behind the back of the chair. John couldn't see what she was reading.

She seemed lost in her book and didn't acknowledge John at all as he brought the tray over and even as he sat down. It was only as he pulled the magnum out of the ice cold water that she looked over.

"Ooh, big boy," she cooed appreciatively.

John was getting used to her directness, starting to appreciate it even, and didn't react. He just sat coolly opposite her and poured two glasses of champagne.

"Yummy," she said as she took her first sips, she leaned back in her chair, keeping her feet on the wall. She looked out over the view rather than at John.

"So we were talking about this pretty girl you took down here and wouldn't let you fuck her."

"Carole."

"Carole? Stupid name anyway. You probably weren't missing much."

"Very pretty though."

"So you said. That's right. You were going to tell me just how pretty."

"Well, she was quite tall."

"As tall as me?"

"No, not as tall as you. She had long blonde hair, clear grey eyes and a wicked little smile." 

"Big tits?"

"Umm, well, not small." A vision of the canyon between Carole's glorious ripe breasts swam into his mind. It still made him want to howl he'd never got his hands on them.

"Bigger than mine?"

John was seriously flustered now. Carole's tits were certainly much bigger than Fiona's which, whilst quite lovely, were not what you could call big. He may have decided to play the truth game but he didn't want to play with fire. 

Fiona gave him a wicked little grin. "I'm joshing with you, John," she put her hands to her chest, cupping her breasts, "I love these girls but I've no illusions about their size. But Carole,was she big?" 

"Pretty big."

"How big?"

"Like a dead heat in a zeppelin race."

Fiona laughed, snorting her champagne. "Well, I can see the attraction then."

"It wasn't just the tits."

"Of course not."

"It helped though."

"I bet. Who doesn't like a girl with big tits?"

John was unsure if this was a little light teasing or an admission to a Sapphic side to Fiona. He felt emboldened to be almost as direct as she had been.

"Do you?"

"Of course, obviously it's not the be all and end all. Maybe it's because I'm not so big myself but when I go to bed with a girl, I know I'm going to have more fun if she's got a decent rack."

John tried not to run away with the mental images that particular admission prompted and to ignore the raging hard on pulsing between his legs and keep it cool and light.

"You'd have liked Carole then."

"Sure, except she wouldn't put out."

"Well, not for me. You might have had more luck."

"Perhaps, but anyway enough about Carole with the stupid name, who, by the way," she turned to look softly into his eyes and reached over to lightly stroke one of his hands, "really doesn't know what she's missing." 

He wanted her so much at that moment he was just about to jump over the table and grab her. But she turned away to look out over the lake again.

"Who else?"

"Who else who?"

"Well, three, you said. There's Carole with the big tits who wouldn't put out so that leaves the two you did fuck." 

"And you want me to tell you about them."

"Of course."

"I think I'd rather hear about these other girls you take to bed."

"I bet you do but you naughty boy, but not until you've told me about ...?"

"Emily and Josie."

"Until you've told me about Emily and Josie. Much better names by the way."

"Well, why do you want to know?"

"Well, I want to know what I'm up against."

John chuckled, "Nothing to worry about I'm sure. Well, Emily was my girlfriend. We were together about three years and we came down here a few times, three maybe four. So it wasn't like this was a great seduction set up. We'd been going out a couple of months already."




Pillow Talk



My inspiration for this spoof (am I giving too much away?) is any one of the excellent nasty stories written by C.D.E. A good example is, "Accidents Will Happen" Read C.D.E. for fun, even though you don't have to have read his stories to enjoy this one (I hope).

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We open on a typical scene of newlywed domestic bliss. A well-endowed, thirty-something woman with long dark hair, wearing a sexy nightie and four inch red pumps is resting on one elbow looking down into the eyes of her new husband, a muscular hunk with square jaw and funny blue and red tights. As she whispers words of love into the ear of her life's mate, she has her hand between his legs, working on putting a nice bulge there. Apparently, she wants hubby in a VERY good mood.

In addition to her sexy attire, the woman is wearing a very self-satisfied smirk -- and with good reason. Looking more closely we detect a still small, but unmistakable bulge in her tummy. Like many brides her age, she hadn't wasted any time between walking down the aisle and getting that first bun in the oven. Who knows, might she even have jumped the gun? Only one thing mars this otherwise paradisiacal scene -- the man looking up at the woman does not look nearly so happy as does his newly-pregnant wife.

"Oh, shit, Lois! I love it when you do that to me. You don't know how much I'd like to roll you over and cram it in you right now. It's just so frustrating! Why did you have to be so precipitous?"

"Oh, darling, do you have to keep torturing yourself with that? Lots of men have trouble getting it up on their wedding night."

"I didn't have any trouble getting it up. I was fine until I put it in you. Why did you have to line your pussy with Kryptonite?"

"I'm sorry, dear, but I was just taking precautions. I'd read Larry Nivin and I was afraid of what could happen to my poor little pussy if you came in me full force. I figured the Kryptonite would just make you a little more . . . human."

"Shit, Lois, it doesn't work that way at all. I can . . . er, could . . . control how hard I come, otherwise I would have blasted holes in the walls every time I masturbated."

"I never would have believed that YOU masturbated. O, my darling. How was I to know?"

"Well, you could have *asked* someone -- Battman, for example."

"Darling! How can you suggest that I would discuss something so intimate with another man!"

"Well, there is Wonder Woman or Batgirl."

"And just WHAT are Wonder Woman and Batgirl doing knowing things like THAT about you? You told me that you . . . .

"It's true, Lois, so help me. I was . . . er am . . . a virgin. But they are Justice League of America; they've been briefed."

"Harumpf! I'm beginning to think you're sorry you married me."

"Of course not, Honey. You know I've always wanted to marry you. You just kept turning me down until after that last rescue."

"It's true, My Love. I was such a silly girl to have waited so long for this," Lois said and slightly increased the tempo of her massaging. "It was while I was being held captive by that awful Joker person that I thought, if I were married to you and had you to protect me full time, I wouldn't be suffering the way I was."

"I'm glad you came to that belated conclusion, Lois, but you didn't really seem to be suffering that much when I rescued you. As I recall you were in the middle of your umpteenth orgasm, riding Joker's cock like a bronco. When I flew in, you tried to push me away, screaming, 'Fuck me, you bastard! Yes! Give me more cock, you stallion!'"

"That was what was so awful about it, Sweetie. He had been bombarding me with those terrible Libido-rays for a week. At first it was awful the way I responded to the disgusting advances of him and his henchmen. I just hated the way my pussy got wet every time Joker would fondle my titties or lick my nipples or play with my clit. It was embarrassing the way he made me orgasm over and over again on his fingers until I couldn't stop, begging him to slam me with his repulsive salami. It was mortifying to come like a cheap whore every time he dumped his vile jism in me."

"Then why were you smacking it off your lips?"

"Sweetheart, you have no idea how they had tortured me. There were four of them. They came at me one after the other, fucking me unmercifully for perhaps a half hour at a time. Then, when they'd barely given me five or six good comes, they would loose it, dump their load in me, and leave me to stew. No matter how much I pleaded or insulted their manhood, none of them would ever fuck me more than three or four times a day. Well, you do the math; I was left in torment for over 16 hours a day with no schlong in me. I begged for a dildo or at least for then to uncuff me so I could cram my hands into my hot horny twat to get off, but Joker cruelly refused, claiming I would injure myself."

"It was during those long tortured hours I knew I could never be satisfied by anything less that a Cock of Steel. Lord knows another week of that kind of frustration, the villain might have made me his sex slave."

"Batman told me to be careful of you, that the experience with Joker might have 'turned' you already."

"Don't pay any attention to him, My Pet. He's just jealous because I wouldn't give him a 'Thank you' fuck for helping you rescue me. You know it's only you I love. You were the one I wanted to marry and make a baby with."

"Well it didn't work out. Why did you have to put so MUCH Kryptonite in your pussy?"

"Look, I've said I was sorry, OK?"

"You're sorry but I'll go through life never able to get hard again. And as for getting pregnant. . . ."

"Now don't be that way Honey-poo. We've discussed this several times already. I told you before we married how much I wanted a baby and you promised me I'd be pregnant before the honeymoon was over."

"Well, sure, Lois, but . . . ."

"And after your little accident . . . ."

"'Little accident!?'"

"Whatever."

"And did you have to go down to the bar that very night to pick up that guy . . . What was his name?"

"Kerr, Joe Kerr. And I've explained that, too, Angel. I had our honeymoon planned very carefully to coincide with my most fertile period and I got my gynecologist, Dr. Jekel, to give me those fertility drugs to be on the safe side. All I needed that night was good hard dick in me to pump me full of hot thick baby juice so I'd be well and truly knocked up. I was heartbroken, of course, that you weren't able to give me what I needed, but it only made sense for me to find someone else who could. You have to admit, he did a good job," the woman smiled and patted her expanding belly.

"Lois, how can you expect me to be pleased that my wife is having the triplets of some stranger!"

"Well he's not a stranger to me!"

"Do you have to remind me?! That's another thing. He's already knocked you up. Why do you have to keep going out with him?"

"Some times you surprise me, my dear. Don't you think it would be terrible for our precious child to know he was the result of a sordid one-night stand with a man I picked up in a bar? I'm doing this to establish a permanent bond to the father of our baby. Besides, don't I always let you suck as much of their . . . er, his . . . his cum out of my juicy twat as you want? And don't try to tell me you don't enjoy putting your head between my legs and licking clean my fresh-fucked pussy!"

"Well, yes, but it just kills me to see you dress up in those sexy little mini-skirts and high heels the nights you meet him at the club. And why can't you at least wear panties?"

"Oh, Honey, how inconsiderate of you! Remember, other men can't use X-ray vision to look at my pretty shaved pussy the way you can. When Joe has me out on the dance floor twirling me around so my little skirt flies up, he wants everyone to be able to see my nice round ass and moist pink twat. He loves everyone see how my belly is getting bigger and rounder week by week. You can imagine how proud he is that everyone knows it's his little bastard growing in there. And during slow dances, he likes to pull out his prick and glide around with it in me. Oh, and getting filled with a nice load of cum during a foxtrot is soooo romantic!"

Closing her eyes, the woman drifted off, softly singing to herself:

"Heaven! I'm in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek, When we're out together dancing... Meat to meat."

Breaking her reverie, she continued, "And when he takes me back to the table with his friends, Joe likes them to be able to finger my sperm-filled snatch without any fabric getting in the way."

"I guess I can understand that, Love, but still, I'm a nervous wreck by the time you get home at 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning with all that sperm still running out of your cunt."

"But don't you see, dear, that's just another way I show my love for you. Every man deserves a slutty cheating wife, especially a "super" man like you! From what I've read, it sometimes takes other husbands three or five or even ten years before their wives will do this for them. I've cuckolded *you* from the day we were married. And you know how hard that was for me, being a virgin."

"A virgin? Now, Lois, Angel, I don't want to pry into your life before we were married, but everybody around the paper knew you were having an affair with Jimmy Olsen and fucking Perry on the side!"

"Well, of course, sweetheart, but they don't count. Jimmy meant nothing to me; he was merely the boy-toy I had to used for physical release. Nothing like a couple of good fucks after a hard day at the office to help a career girl relax. Sure beats martinis! And getting a pussy full of nice warm cum at bedtime really helps a girl get her beauty sleep. Of course an early morning drilling from a hard young prick that makes you come like a freight train really puts a spring in a woman's step for a new day. As for Perry, it's just business to let your editor turn you over his desk for a little doggie fuck a couple of times a week. On the other hand, if you mean that exclusive interview at the White House, well, I had to get on the First Lady's good side somehow and you couldn't expect me to turn down the Alpha Male of the United States, could you?"

"So, although my *pussy* wasn't a virgin, My Love, my *heart* was a virgin for you."

"And I do love you for that, My Light, but sometimes I want to fuck you, too!"

"Now, now, honey. You don't need to fuck me to make me happy. Our love is stronger than that. I love the way you can get me off with that amazing mouth of yours. No other man in the universe can move his tongue like a vibrator inside my pussy the way you do. And the way you puff air through your nostrils onto my clit at super speed, why, you drive me crazy. And I know you love the way I help YOU get off." Lois grinned and began working on her husband's crotch in earnest, lapsing into baby talk, knowing how this aroused him. "Just tause 'u have a softie widdle cockie doesn't mean Mommy Wois tan't make u feel weel dod."

"Lois, Lois! Stop! Oh my God, Lois!"

"Oh no. 'Er naughty boy is wetting mommy Wois det him so 'scited he's about to tum."

"Loissss!"

"'At's awight dawing, wet Mommy pway wid 'er Bid boy, make 'er Bid Boy tum."

"Agggggggg!!"

"Oh no! Wook at dat! 'E came in 'is pants and made a bid messie. Mommy's widdle boy tan't contwoll himself when Mommy makes 'is fingy feel soooo dood. 'Is tum wons out of 'is widdle cockie and dits 'is pants all wet."

"Oh Lois, I'm so ashamed!"

"Don't wowwy. Just doe to sweep and Mommy Lois will cween up 'er widdle boy."

"No Lois! I don't like the way you always want me to go to sleep after we have . . . after you make me come. It doesn't feel like real sleep. And sometime I dream that you're talking to me, asking me to tell you things that only JLA members are supposed to know."

"Now, now, hush my love. You know when I make you come hard like that with my hand you just get really sleepy. So close you eyes . . . ."

"No, I will not close my eyes. There are still things we need to talk about. Some of your new friends, for example. Take that Selina woman; I don't trust her. I'm sure if you would let me run a check with the JLA database . . . ."

"I will NOT have you insulting and snooping on my friends. Selina is a very nice person. She even loves cats. How can you mistrust a cat woman?"

"What about the other new guy, Le Xluthor? And his mysterious wealth. I think . . . ."

"Entirely too much, Sweetie. You really need to take a little nap and let me make you forget all these silly suspicions."

"Maybe they're not silly . . . UUUuuu"

"Oh, oh. Mommy' boy 'as been wooking at Mommy's titties and dot horny aden, didn't 'e? E's fwustwaited 'cause e needs a dood tum and tan't det 'ard. Bid boy needs Mommy Wois to help him have a nice tum. Un huh. 'E wikes to have Mommy Wois wub 'is widdle fingy. 'Is widdle fingy feels so dood and it makes 'im feel soooo 'waxed. Tum here, put 'u's widdle head on Mommy Wois's bid soft bwests. Mommy's dwosey widdle baby tan suck Mommy's bid ole titties. Dood boy! Sucking Mommy's titties makes 'er baby sooo sweepy. Poor widdle baby tan't teep 'is eyes open any wonger. Mommy Wois is puddin 'er widdle baby to sweep wid a dood tum. 'At's wight. Dood baby . . .Sooo sweepy. Baby wants to tum . . . to sweep. Tum . . . to sweep. Tum . . . ."

Lois heard a slight groan and saw another large wet spot form in the crouch of her husband's blue tights as his head fell limply to one side. Waiting a few seconds, she reached for her cell phone and punched in the numbers.

"He's under, Stud. . . . He'll sing like a canary this time. Yeah, I goaded him into fighting it so he'd go under real deep. He tried his best to resist me, but I 'distracted' him."

. . . .

"Could he what?

. . . .

"Sure, any number of times. There's nothing wrong with his balls; no telling how much they can pump out."

. . . .

"You want to do what?"

. . . .

"You mean we scoop it up and use it to make a whole new crop of little supervillians? 'Poison Sprout,' 'Crime Kitty,' Oh, darling, you're a genius!"

. . . .

"Now get over here, pronto."

. . . 

"Don't give me any shit, Joker. Everything *else* about him is still a hunk and you know bedding him always makes me so horny I could fuck a fence post."

. . . .

"Just get your ass over here and bring your fence post, you bastard."

. . . .

Yeah, I love you, too, but what am I going to do until you get here?"

. . . .

"OK, it's better than nothing."

Minutes later our scene of wedded bliss closes with the horny bride still beside her now sleeping husband. "Oh! . . . OH . . . OHHUUUU! . . Yes! YES . . . Ahiiiii!" she screams, her red heels pointed to the ceiling as she vigorously rams a harlequin dildo between her legs.

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Pillow Talk



The information below is no story, it’s fact. Brenda, my wife of twenty-four years was a virgin when we met, but she had fooled around with more than a couple of boyfriends who had played sticky-finger and licked, kissed and sucked her 38D tits. Let me explain. Now Bren didn’t tell me about this until we had been married for more then ten years, and not until we had been “pillow talking” for a while. Pillow talk is our description of nasty talk during foreplay, something we started to spice up the years of routine sex. During one hot night of sex, she told me about how she learned to cum from someone else’s finger. She had already told me about the two different boyfriends and their limited sex lives. And she had told me about how she likes to “bounce” on the corner of the bed, rubbing her clit against the edge of the mattress to get off. She started doing this as a young teenager, but one time on a sleepover, things changed.

Brenda’s best friend was her cousin Michelle. She was six months older than Bren was and they were raised next door to one another. Bren’s dad and Michelle’s dad are brothers and built houses on the same piece of land. Not until Bren and I were married did she live anywhere else, and the same for Michelle. Anyways, one Friday night, Michelle and Bren, while lying in bed, started talking about Michelle’s new boyfriend. Oh…by the way, Bren and Michelle lived very sheltered and conservative lives.

Michelle wanted to practice kissing on Bren so that she would be ready for the boy. Well, as Bren told me, one thing led to another and Michelle wanted Bren to touch her. Neither Bren nor Michelle knew what they were doing, so they did what felt good. Bren said this continued every weekend for nearly a year. She said it would start just as soon as the bedroom door closed. Michelle’s parents were always in bed by 7:00 and never checked on the girls. Bren said that usually they would start by getting naked, taking a bath or shower together, then get into bed naked and kissing each other. They would suck each other’s titties and stroke each other’s pussies. Bren said that Michelle would slip a finger into her pussy and she would cum almost immediately. Bren would then just stroke Michelle’s pussy lips and clit and Michelle would cum. According to Bren, they never licked each other’s pussy, but Bren said if should was ever to get with a woman today, she would go right for the pussy.

The irony of this, I was Michelle’s boyfriend. And yes,…I’m the bad boy that dumped Michelle for her younger cousin. And while they are friendly to each other today, they haven’t been best friends since Bren and I started dating.

Now when Bren and I have “pillow talk,” it always centers around her being with another woman or with a couple. She says that she would like to see another woman suck me and then make love, but the pillow talk, it’s usually about Bren with others. 

Now the thought of seeing Bren nuzzled into a freshly shaven pussy…well…hold on, I need blood to flow back to the head with the brain…keep holding….oooooooooooooooooooo….. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…OK, I’m back! Well…it finally happened!

Last weekend, the fantasy became reality. I went fishing my friend Rodney and Bren spent the night with Rodney’s wife Trish. Trish is a little younger than Bren, but her 40 double D’s are bigger than Bren’s 38’s. According to Bren, it started with Trish complaining of her neck being sore. Bren, being the touchy type of person she is, starting rubbing Trish’s neck. Well one thing led to another and soon Bren was rubbing Trish’s now topless body. AS Bren rubbed, Trish started talking about our here and Rodney’s sex lives have become routine. So, Bren told her about our pillow talk.

Trish asked Bren to elaborate and she did. As Bren told me, the talk became hot and soon she was watching Trish rubbing her our tits. So, Bren removed her shirt and stated playing with her own tits. Well…one thing led to another and soon they were playing with each other’s tits.

To cut to the chase, Bren and Trish ended up getting naked, taking a bath together and slid into bed. The giggled like schoolgirls as they kissed, licked and suck each other’s lips, tits and yes…pussies. Now for the good news, Rodney’s going out of town next week and Trish will be spending the week with us.



Pillow Talk



"How long have we been married?"

"Christ! Have I forgotten our anniversary again?"

"No, nothing like that... not yet anyway... you've got another six weeks. How long have we been married?"

"What brought this on?"

"Answer... the... question!"

"Don't poke your fingernail in my ribs like that! Ummmm... ahhhh... twenty-two... twenty-three years? Twenty-three years in six weeks!"

"I'm glad you had to think about it."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, I dunno... I asked Morrie the same question the other day."

"Morrie?"

"Mournful Morrie at work..."

"Aaaaah, Mournful Morrie... he of the long and lugubrious look. So how long have you been married to Mournful Morrie then? ...Ouch!"

"Get serious for once! I asked him how long HE'd been married the other day. He knew instantly, even down to the hours and minutes... after he'd looked at his watch. I don't think he's all that rapt with married life."

"He's hardly a ball of fire himself... anyway, have you met his wife? At least I only have to shave once a day! ...Ouch!"

"That's really mean! I've always thought her a very nice person!"

"But you're not married to her! I'll bet you a dollar to a dollop of doggy doos that she wears the trousers in their house!"

"Hmmmm, I suppose you're right. Still, that's just the right and correct order of things isn't it? After all, I rule the roost around here!"

"You wish!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Little does he know!"

"And I'll bet they've not had any nooky for the last ten years either!"

"I know the feeling."

"Aaaaaha! So that's what this is all about? Feeling a bit fruity are we? Blimey, it's not even the third Saturday in the month ye... Ouch! That really hurt!"

"One more crack like that my boy and I'll go straight for The Crown Jewels!"

"Ok then, My Love, what's bugging you?"

"I've been thinking..."

"Careful Johnny-Boy, "thinking women" either means trouble, or it's going to cost you a lot of money...or both!"

"You are living very dangerously...!"

"Oooooops..."

"I suppose I've been thinking a lot because we're getting on for twenty-five years together... hmmmm...you're right, but don't let it go to your head though. But, we are at the "sex every third Saturday of the month" stage, aren't we...? We just don't connect much any more... it's like we live separate lives under the same roof..."

"What is this... some kind of mid-life crisis?"

"A mid-marriage crisis perhaps... what's happened to us, John?"

"Both having to work to pay off a huge mortgage, plus a set of lovely twins when they were kids who've turned into "The Teenagers From Hell" doesn't help... You switched off before me anyway..."

"Did not!"

"Did so!"

"You're the one who's always snoring by the time I get into bed!"

"Because you spend an hour plastering yourself with face cream and stuff..!"

"That's a gross exaggeration!"

"Well, half an hour then..."

"This conversation isn't going anywhere."

"You're right... so?"

"Well, on top of everything, I was thinking of how little we really know about each other; even after twenty-odd years of living together."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Put your arm around me and give me a cuddle... Mmmmm, that's nice... Well, I know we bared our souls to each other about our previous relationships when we decided that "us" was the next big thing. Neither of us got uptight about each other not being our "first", or even our "second" or our "third", did we...? And we have always been prepared to experiment and been open about our likes and dislikes when it comes to sex...you were so good about me not wanting to do anal again after that first time..."

"It's overrated anyway..."

"It was so painful! But you can keep on with the finger though; I like that, but not every time... there's more to my thoughts though..."

"Such as?"

"Much earlier than "us"; before our first boyfriend and girlfriend even..."

"Aaaargh, the "scared of getting a hairy palm" days!"

"That's it! I want to know more about you from then."

"So?"

"Did you masturbate a lot?"

"Of course! Didn't you?"

"Pretty much every night... except when I had my period... I tried it once, but it was too messy... want to share?"

"You mean you want to know all about me pulling my pud when I was a callow youth?"

"Does that bother you?"

"I suppose not."

"Do you still do it?"

"Pull my pud?"

"Yes, husband dear, do you still pull your pud?"

"Ummmm... yes... a bit... What about you, do you still get yourself off?"

"Of course!"

"How often?"

"At least five or six times a week."

"Whaaat?"

"Don't shout like that; you'll wake "Them"!"

"But five or six times a week! What ever happened to good old fashioned sexual intercourse with your husband?"

"The time is hardly ever right; one or the both of us are always "too tired"... and working up to it takes too long if I'm going to get anything out of it... And then there's "The Teenagers From Hell"... I'm sure Andy can hear us through the wall... he masturbates a lot by the way; I've found the evidence... and so does Trina... How often do you do it?"

"They're just normal horny teenagers... how do you know Trina gets herself off? Yeah, alright... back to the subject! Me...! Uummm... twice... three times... Jeez! I've never realised you are so horny! Where do you find the time?"

"Well, I usually have an hour or so to myself in the mornings before I go to work, after you've gone and the kids have left for school. I can often cum three or four times on the trot... and sometimes I nip into the loo when things are a bit slow at the office..."

"Phew! Aren't you scared of getting caught?"

"Actually, that's one of my fantasies... while I'm doing it there..."

"Who catches you?"

"Well, it is "Girls Only"!"

"You fantasise about being caught masturbating by one of the other women at work! Who?"

"It doesn't really matter... see how much you don't know about me... But that thing prodding my hip tells me someone is interested in learning...!"

"So what happens next?"

"Now? Or in my fantasy?"

"In your fantasy."

"Oh, lots of things can happen. She's never, ever shocked; in fact, she always takes charge. It depends on which one of the other girls gets to be my "fantasy" that day; they all have their different personalities. Like, one makes me bend over and show her my bare bum, and then she spanks me, before pushing several fingers in me from behind while I get my tits out and play with them. Another one pulls her panties down, then stands astride me and makes me eat her out while I do myself with my fingers. But my real favourite is the one who gets me to move so that I am sitting on the front edge of the toilet seat, and then she kneels between my legs and licks and fingers my pussy until I have an amazing orgasm."

"Bloody hell! Dare I ask if you fantasise about any of the guys?"

"Ha! Ha! Like Mournful Morrie?"

"Come on... there's other men in your office aside from Morrie. Some of them are pretty young and attractive..."

"Ooooo! Been casting our eye around have we?"

"Now who's being silly! I've been sizing up the competition, right?"

"Don't worry, there isn't any... not in the office anyway! But it's not all that bad, dear... When I do it here I often fantasise about you and me doing all kinds of exotic things... yes, you and me! Other times I imagine being with a nice young guy who needs teaching how to use his lovely cock properly... and then I go back to my favourite fantasy from when I was a girl... 

"You're kidding me...!"

"And then there's Joe... we get together on the weekends when you are off playing golf and the kids are doing school sports... He's just a voice, but he's real...we talk dirty on the phone and do stuff while we make ourselves cum..."

"Are you saying you're having an affair?"

"I suppose I am in a way... but I've never met Joe in person... and never had any desire to do so...pretty impossible anyway: he lives somewhere in the American Mid-West... a long, long way from "Lil' Ole Noo Zealand"... he's just a guy with a hot imagination and a sexy voice..."

"How in the name of hell did you get to "meet" him?"

"You're shouting again...! I suppose it was Andy's fault for going to school and leaving his computer on with it logged on to a porn story site. I read several until I found a really hot one that I liked and sent the author an admiring email... the rest, as they say, is history... Are you mad at me?"

"Fucking stunned...! How do you talk to him? The phone bill doesn't show any international calls!"

"Never heard of Skype? Andy has it on his computer; you can talk to anyone in the world for free..."

"So you use our son's room as your little sex parlour...?"

"If you put it like that... Would you rather I was here on our bed doing it, and running up hundreds of dollars in toll calls? Anyway, I'm thinking of breaking it off 'cos Joe's starting to go a bit far... He keeps asking me to bring Trina in..."

"He wants cyber sex with you AND Trina?"

"Shouting...! Not quite... He wants us to pretend that he strips her naked and licks her all over, and then he takes her virginity while I "watch" and describe what I "see"... He's too late for the "virginity" bit though, she lost it ages ago..."

"How do you know that?"

"She told me."

"Ohhhhh...that's Ok then..."

"You've calmed down smartly! So, it was "Ok" for Trina to lose her cherry to some randy kid at school when she was fourteen? It was probably unprotected sex too! And it's "Ok" for me to lay on our son's bed and "fuck" a total stranger over the Internet as long as I keep our daughter out of it?"

"Now who's shouting! Fourteen...? I wonder who the dirty little bastard was! You really do it on Andy's bed?"

"It must have been that boy Patrick...the one who left school early and joined the Navy..." 

"Ah, girls are alright, but there's nothing like "The Real Thing"!"

"Don't be filthy! Andy has this long extension lead to his headphones... it feels extra naughty doing it there, smelling him on the bedclothes..."

"It sounds like you are the depraved one! Surely you make a hell of a mess of his sheets?"

"That's why I change the bed linen every Saturday!"

"Female logic! What kind of "exotic things"...?"

"Hmmmm?"

"What kind of exotic things do you and I get up to?"

"A quick subject change, eh? Ohhhh, a bit of bondage... nipple clamps... spanking... rape... things like that... even anal is Ok as long as it's the vibrator... that's quite small..."

"You have nipple clamps... and you use them on yourself?"

"Uhuh..."

"Don't they hurt? Vibrator...?"

"Yeah, but the pain makes my orgasm so... wow! Yes, I have a vibrator... and an artificial cock...""

"Not one of those fucking-great fifteen-inch-long things for Chrissakes...?"

"Of course not... it's only a little bit bigger than you are, but not much. I use it mostly when I'm with Joe... and in my favourite fantasy..."

"This is unbelievable! So, your really do "fuck" online!"

"Well, I have orgasms..."

"Who's the stud with the big cock you have fantasies about? Is it that young joker who loads your groceries into the car for you down at the supermarket? You're always very friendly with him..."

"I said "lovely cock" not "big cock"... and "He" is certainly not Billy! Billy is very sweet, but when you get talking to him you quickly realise that he's a few cents short..."

"If it's not Billy, then I'm picking it's that aerobics instructor down at your gym... I saw you slobbering over him when I picked you up the other evening..."

"Slobbering? Over Justin! I was just giving him a hug. Mmmmmm, he is young though... and he does have a super bod...! And judging by the bulge in his shorts he is wellll hung! But such a waste... he's gay, of course..."

"Ohhhh, well, what about..."

"Look darling, "He" is nobody in particular! What about you though... who do you imagine being with when you're rubbing that fine dick of yours? No, don't tell me... it's bound to be one of those young chicks with the pert little boobs and legs up to her armpits you get all bug-eyed about when we're at St Luke's!"

"Yeah, right!"

"No, honestly, you should see the way you stare..."

"A man can't go to jail for looking..."

"Hmmmmm, that's true. I can see some of them are quite tasty... even if they are "Jail Bait". Have you ever thought of trying your luck... with one of the more legal ones, that is?"

"As if... a Methuselah like me? If I did hit on one of them, she'd probably wet her pants laughing!"

"You could get a nice surprise! Don't put yourself down, John, you're quite tidy for "an older fella"... this is quite tidy too... alright if I hold it for a while?"

"Be my guest..."

"You can touch my pussy if you like..."

"Thought you'd never ask..."

"Aaaaaah, that's it... nice and soft and slow... you've always had good hands, you know..."

"Thank you... you're very wet..."

"No wonder...!"

"Do you want to...?"

"No, not yet... I overheard Trina and her friend Shona talking about you the other day..."

"With Trina whinging about what a miserable old bastard I am, without a doubt...?"

"Quite the opposite...! The words like "choice" and "awesome", and "cute", and "bad", and "hot", and "stud", "cool" and "phat" were being used liberally ... and mostly from your daughter I might add...!" 

"Fat...!"

"The "ph" spelling..."

"You're joking!"

"No, that's God's Truth! Tell me... do you ever imagine Trina when you're masturbating? Be honest... Oooooo, that provoked a reaction!"

"Come on, Sue! Katrina's my daughter... my own flesh and blood!"

"True... but, I wouldn't blame you... she's quite a "fox" isn't she...?"

"Takes after her mother..."

"Oh, thank you! You're so sweet! And she's "legal" age-wise! Let's face it; you wouldn't be the first father to fancy his daughter in that way, or the last... Don't be shy, you can tell me..."

"So that you won't feel so bad about your cyber-sex boyfriend...?"

"I must say you don't seem overly put out by "Him"... You got very huffy when I said he wanted me to include Trina though... dare I say jealous?"

"Just being a protective father... is there something wrong with that? Anyway, how do I know "Joe" is real...? You could have invented him to stir me up..."

"I suppose I could have... But the question is Trina..."

"I suppose the thought has crossed my mind..."

"While your hand was "crossing your cock"...?"

"I think I'll plead "The Fifth Amendment" on that question..."

"Your refusal to answer is taken as prima facie evidence of guilt... besides, this lovely stiff thing I'm holding twitched again... a dead giveaway!"

"A live one more like..."

"Ha! Ha!"

"So, now we're into "what ifs", is that young stud with the "lovely cock" ever Andy?"

"Now that'd be telling!"

"Ok then, I will if you will..."

"Hmmmm, you go first..."

"Right...yes, I do fantasise about Trina sometimes... often..."

"Do you "fuck" her?"

"Mostly I just undress her and kiss her body until I reach her pussy..."

"Only "mostly"... do you ever imagine having her...?"

"Yes..."

"Have you ever considered you might be able to do it with Trina for real?"

"Are you nuts? She'd scream and run a mile if I so much as mentioned it... and never speak to me again!"

"I wouldn't be so sure... not from the way she was talking to Shona... I "go all the way" with Andy."

"Do you now?"

"He really does have a lovely cock you know... I've seen it... hard..."

"Oh yes, when was that then?"

"I walked into his room one weekend afternoon... it must be three years ago now; when he was fifteen... he was lying on his bed with his eyes closed and his underwear around his ankles... and his lovely thing pointing at the ceiling... he was just holding and stroking it gently in his fingertips... enjoying the feelings..."

"What happened?"

"He was all embarrassment, of course, but I controlled myself and just did what a good mother should do... I simply smiled and left the room as quickly as I could... much as I would have liked to stay and help him out! That was the first time I imagined being with Andy by the way... I couldn't help myself... I just had to come straight here and "relieve my feelings". He tried to apologise for what he was doing later, but I told him it was fine by me; he was only doing what every teenage boy in the world does... In your imagination, does Trina "suck" yours for you?"

"Oh yes!"

"Good... because I "do it" to Andy!"

"How did we get to here?"

"We were going to tell each other about our misspent youths... but got diverted along the way... I had two favourite fantasies back then..."

"Which were...?"

"But sometimes I didn't need a fantasy; just doing it was enough... 

"This boy needs "pictures"... what about your fantasies?"

"One always involved another girl..."

"That's interesting..."

"This fella here thinks so too: he jumped again..."

"So, what did you do with this girl?"

"Well, at first, before I learned a bit more about what it could be like, just "being" with her in my mind was enough... kissing... holding hands... that kind of stuff... I was pretty naïve..."

"Before you learned...? Do I read into that you actually had an experience with another girl?"

"Didn't you experiment with any of your mates?"

"No...but I knew some guys who did."

"Pity, I would have liked to hear about it..."

"So...?"

"It was my cousin, Becky... she's the same age as me. You've never met her... Uncle Arthur and Auntie Chris went to live over in Perth a couple of years before you and I got together. When I was thirteen, I went to stay with them for a couple of weeks at their place in Hahei during the school holidays. It was a lovely spot, right on the beach, but very small, unlike the gin palaces over there today. There was only a living room come kitchen and three tiny bedrooms. Uncle and Auntie had the biggest one, while my cousins, Jeff and Bob had the next one in size. Becky's room was the smallest and we had to share the bed."

"Cozy...!"

"Mmmmmm, it was! Anyway, on the first night it just seemed to happen that we started cuddling while we talked girlie things... and then there was a kiss... soft and innocent... and then another, and another. Before long we were twined around each other like a couple of snakes... it was like we couldn't get close enough. And then Becky started humping on my thigh, probably without realising she was doing it, and I started doing the same..."

"That's how you got off with her for the first time?"

"No, not in the least! Actually, the thigh-humping bit doesn't do much for you at all... it's all a myth that girls orgasm doing that... they only put it in porn movies 'cos you guys find it sexy! And as for girls rubbing their clits together and getting to cum... that's physically impossible! Nevertheless, Becky and I were getting really worked up... it was so exciting feeling her body writhing against mine like that... I wanted to cum so badly, and I knew she wanted it too, but we were getting nowhere. But, I knew all about doing myself with my fingers, so I took a chance and pushed my hand between her legs and started rubbing her through her pyjamas. I thought she would freak out, but she didn't. Instead, she had her own hand between my legs in an instant. That's how we made each other cum that first time."

"And after that?"

"Well, the next night Auntie Chris couldn't believe that Becky and I wanted to go to bed so early! Just rubbing through each other's pyjamas wasn't enough though; before long we had our hands inside and were touching through our panties. It took us a couple more nights to pluck up the courage to take the next step... feeling her naked wetness for the first time just blew me away! By the second week we weren't even bothering with nightwear at all; it was a race to see who could get into bed stark naked first! And we learned how nice it was to have our breasts touched, not that either of us had much "up top", and other parts of our bodies too."




Pillow Talk



"Did you go down?"

"We were still to naïve for that... neither of us knew anything of oral sex... we did kiss each other's breasts, but didn't progress any further than that... it was just fingers "down there"...

"And you never got caught?"

"I think Auntie Chris suspected something, but she never said a word..."

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing... Becky and I never did it again. The next time I saw her, about two years later, she had her first real boyfriend and was going at it like a crazed rabbit with him. I was pretty much the same with my own fella... Your turn to "tell all" now..."


"Hmmmm, where do I start...?"

"Probably beating your fist over the Playboy centrefold!"

"Not at all! In fact I find that kind of thing pretty un-sexy."

"But you said you need pictures..."

"Mental images...of real people...sometimes in situations I've read about, but mostly of my own making..."

"Ohhh...!"

"A Maori family came to live next door to us..."

"Yeeees..."

"I got on pretty good with the youngest son, Honi, but there were older kids I didn't have a lot to do with. He had a sister who was six or seven years older than him, which would have made her twenty or twenty-one I guess... Well, you know how close the houses are together in Wellington... Tariana's bedroom window was lower down than mine was, and she was kind of careless about pulling her curtains when she was getting changed... I could see right inside..."

"So you used to perv while she got dressed and undressed?"

"And give the old dong a good workout! She was a big girl... lots of firm, rounded, golden-brown flesh... God, I fancied climbing all over her, but, in truth, I wouldn't really have known what to do! Then, one evening when her parents and the rest of the clan were out somewhere, she had a visitor...a big joker with what seemed like a huge dick at the time...but when I got to be an adult I realised it was only "normal size". Boy, did he give her what for! I thought her bed was going to collapse and tip them on the floor! He didn't last at all, not the first time, and it was obvious she wasn't too happy about it. But after he sort of grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face down to suck his cock hard again... that made my eyes bug out, I can tell you... the second time took a lot longer. That was when I learned that women have orgasms. Man, she was so "out of it"... nothing like the wuzzie orgasms you see in movies, especially the ones they faked back then... it was kind of awe-inspiring really."

"So, after that you pretended it was you making her cum?"

"Yeah... and girls at school at school... my sisters, when they started growing boobs..."

"Did you ever do anything with Lily or Jean?

"The usual "you show me yours and I'll show you mine" stuff... we did that all the time from when we were little kids... until they got too shy when their pubic hair started... Lily let me touch her pussy once, and she held my dick, but it was only for a few seconds..."

"Hmmmm, pretty much the same as my brother Ken and I... but I was a lot older than him... anything else?"

"Ummmm... panties... I used to borrow my sisters' panties..."

"You used to wear your sisters' panties!"

"Yeah right... dumb-dumb! No, I used to get their used ones out of the wash basket and use them to masturbate with."

"Tell all..."

"Nothing much to tell really... I just used to get their smell...and wrap their panties around my cock while I jacked-off... I had to be really careful not to cum in them though... Mum would have spotted the sperm stains..."

"It must be in the genes... Andy steals my panties and masturbates into them. That's the evidence I found... my panties under his pillow, full of his cum stains... more than once! Do you think he intentionally leaves them for me to find?"

"Probably..."

"Do you ever "borrow" Trina's?"

"Seeing as it's "True Confessions" time, I have to admit that I do..."

"Does she smell nice?"

"Amazing...!"

"I'll have to tell her..."

"Don't you dare!"

"She'll be flattered, I know..."

"Bollocks...!"

"Stranger things have happened..." 

"In your dreams! What was your other fantasy then?"

"Hang on a minute, I'm not finished with you yet! When did you first give a girl an orgasm?"

"Shit! I was pretty hopeless for a long time! Getting past first base was the first hurdle to start with... the older girls I tried to chat up just laughed and told me to come back when I was grown up; and the younger ones were just too scared. It got a lot better when I became a senior, but it wasn't until I got to Uni in fact..."

"This is something you've kept a secret... when we first met you gave me the impression you were a major stud at high school!"

"Well, I was... in a way... I was getting plenty, but I just wasn't much good at making girls cum..."

"Aaaaaah... You not too bad at it now though... so tell all about what happened at Uni..."

"We try to please... It was a bit like "The Graduate"... one of the lecturer's wives took a fancy to me... her husband was a lot older than her...mind you, she was no spring chicken herself. She taught me "everything"..."

"The secret of your success...! How long did it last?"

"Not a hell of a long time... things got a bit tense after she found out I was practicing my newly learned skills on both her daughters!"

"Aha! So that's why you left Victoria and came up to Auckland...!"

"That, plus the course at Victoria wasn't giving me what I wanted... your turn now..."

"So, if you hadn't been such a randy goat, we'd probably have never met... I'm glad we did though..."

"So am I..."

"Kiss kiss! ...Mmmmmm, that was nice. Ok then... fantasy number two was me being with an older guy... usually my Dad, or my Grampa, or an Uncle..."

"Soooo... why "an older guy"...?"

"Because, at the age I was then, just into puberty, boys were horrid, immature, smelly creatures... all my girl friends thought the same... For me older men were sexy... and dangerous..."

"Dangerous...?"

"Mmmmmm, the good ones know how to make a girl feel... My Dad's youngest brother..."

"Ted...?"

"That's him... he touched me once... not in places he shouldn't have... but he knew "where and how"...! My pussy was just screaming out for it... and from the way he looked into my eyes he knew that too. That's what I mean by "dangerous"...!"

"I see..."

"Honestly...! Take the chicks you look at down at the mall for example...Ok, they may fantasise about some pimply pop star instead of you while they masturbate in bed, but your lecherous staring makes their little pussies tingle alright! To them you are attractive in a "power" way...not bad looking either...and they can tell that you have the knowledge and experience to take them to sexual places they can't even imagine yet. You spell "danger". If you don't believe me, next time we're there, just watch they way they pose to show off their bodies...and throw quick little glances in your direction to see if you are still looking. And they'll act giggly and stupid; especially if there's a group of them... "look at me, not at her, look at me"...!"

"Well I never...! How do you know all this stuff?"

"I was one of them once, moron! Now, about my "Older Guy" fantasies... It was never important how it came about, but we were always alone together for the weekend. I used to get scared at night in real life because the old place my parents rented at the time used to creak and groan horribly as it cooled down after dark - it sounded like there were people creeping around. Anyway, I would go to my "Fantasy's" room and ask if I could sleep with him in his bed because I was scared and cold. He always said I could of course."

"And then he got on top of you and shagged you..."

"Hey! This is my fantasy!"

"Ok, Ok..."

"Well, what happened next very much depended on who my "Fantasy" was that night. If it was my Dad, or an Uncle, we would just cuddle until I felt something hot and hard growing against my tummy. Of course, I would ask what it was, and he would be all embarrassed and tell me it was nothing and to "forget about it". But, being a little girl, I had to keep on asking questions..."

"That much hasn't changed!"

"Do you want to hear this...? So I kept on asking until he told me what it was. Naturally, I knew about male sexual parts from the health classes at school, but the drawings in the books never showed erect cocks. Even though I'd seen my younger brother with a stiffie, he was just a little kid, and I was still curious. Anyway, I would keep on asking about it until I asked him to let me see. He would never need much persuading to do that; he would get it out straight away! As a matter of fact, I got it all wrong... you have to remember that I was very "green" and this was just fantasy. What I pictured in my mind was just a long, stiff, smooth thing. I never for one moment imagined the real colour of one, and all the veins and the mushroomy-shaped head of a real man's cock!"

"Not all that pretty are they? The first time I showed a girl my erection she said it was "gross"!"

"I think your cock is beautiful! But to carry on... It wouldn't be too long before he would take hold of my hand and get me to touch it. Once again, my imagination was not all that accurate, but that didn't matter because the main thing was that he would then start to touch me. Of course it was my own fingers, but you get the idea..."

"Didn't he ever "fuck" you?"

"Not at first, but my imaginings eventually came up with that."

"What was different when you were "with" your Grampa then?"

"It all came from a time when I was younger... when the whole family went camping... there must have been about fifty of us... Aunts, Uncles, Mums and Dads, Grandparents, kids... it was some special anniversary or other... we took over most of the camping ground. Anyway, I insisted that I was going to sleep in Grampa's and Grandma's tent... I loved my Grampa; he was a real neat character... never treated me like a kid. During the night, in our sleeping bags, I slept between them...kind of spoons-like with Grampa... well, I was a wriggly little kid in bed..."

"Still are sometimes..."

"Shush! And I must have wriggled a bit too much for Grampa's, ahem, equilibrium, because I woke up to feeling a hard thing pressing against my bottom. Then he put his hand on my tummy...outside my sleeping bag of course... and pulled me back on it... and pushed for a little while..."

"What did Grandma have to say about that?"

"Oh, she was fast asleep. Anyway, that was my fantasy "with" Grampa... only now we were in bed with no sleeping bags getting in the way. I could "feel" his hard cock moving in between the cheeks of my bum while I pretended to be fast asleep. Then I would "feel" him easing my pyjama bottoms down... very slowly so as not to wake me... I used to do it to myself for real... until they were partway down my legs! And then my panties... his cock felt so nice against my bare skin... he must have got it out without me noticing! Then he slipped it in between my legs and slid it backwards and forwards on my pussy until I was very wet. It was then that he put it inside me..."

"Good on yer, Grampa!"

"The feel of "him" sliding inside and opening me up was amazing..."

"Hang on a minute... how could you imagine that? You hadn't seen a real cock nor had sex then..."

"Oh dear... it's a good thing it's dark and you can't see how red my face is... I, um... I stole a candle... it was only a short one... about four inches... but it was quite fat... purple... Stop laughing, you bastard!"

"Well I mean... a candle!"

"Yep, my Mum kept worrying where it had disappeared to for ages! One of my friends tried it with a cucumber from her Dad's veggie patch... and a couple of others used carrots..."

"All right then... Jeez, I thought that veggie thing was a myth!"

"You' be amazed what some young girls put in there to try and see what a cock feels like! Another friend of mine had a teddy bear with quite stiff paws; she used that a lot until all the fur started falling out."

"Unbelievable! So that's how you lost your cherry?"

"Ummm, I made myself bleed the first time... and when it came to real sex, much later, I didn't... That was when I found out, also, that a cock feels nothing like a candle..."

"In what way?"

"Well, a cock is always a bit bendy, even if it is hard, whereas a candle is just stiff... feel me bending yours? That's why I love the feel of your cock inside my pussy... so much nicer than a candle..."

"Or a dildo?"

"That's bendy too, but it's not as warm...Do you think we ought go to sleep? There's work for both of us in the morning... and school for "The Monsters"..."

"Story telling time is over then, is it?"

"I think so..."

"Aaaaaah well..."

"You're still hard..."

"And you're still wet..."

"Hmmmmm...."

"Yeah...hmmmmmm..."

"Grampa... can I get into bed with you...? I'm cold... and it sounds like someone is creeping around in the corridor outside my room..."

"Of course you can, Sweetheart... c'mere and let Grampa give you a nice cuddle..."



Pillow Talk



Christina pulled into the drive and stopped, got out and got the mail out of the box. She leafed quickly through it and saw there was nothing of any importance, at least not if she paid them on time. She hit the garage door opener and pulled into the garage and parked. It had been one hell of a day at work and the air conditioner hadn't been working properly and she decided that she needed a shower before starting dinner.

She started shedding clothes as she headed up the stairs; she would pick them up later, but right then all she wanted was to get under the showerhead. She entered the bedroom, pushed her thong down and stepped out of it and then unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. As she was walking by the bed on her way to the bathroom she saw the envelope on the pillow. She smiled and her pussy tingled as she thought about what that envelope meant. First off, it meant that she wouldn't be fixing dinner. The second thing it meant was that she would be getting to bed late that night and that she would most probably be sexually exhausted by the time she fell asleep.

As she soaped her body she thought back to the night sixteen months ago when she and her husband Gary had gotten extremely mellow on wine and started talking about actually doing something about Gary's favorite fantasy. One that he had spent almost ten years pleading with her to try.

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It had been the night that they had celebrated their tenth anniversary. They had gone out for dinner and dancing and had come home in a pretty good mood from the drinks they had consumed. Gary had turned on the gas fireplace, opened a bottle of Caywood Cabernet Sauvigon and they had curled up on the couch and sipped the wine. Gary had looked over at her and had seen her staring into the flames with a look that told him that she was someplace else.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

She pulled her gaze from the fire and said, "I'm not sure that you would like them."

"Oh come on Christina, they can't be that bad. Come on, don't hold out on me."

"I was thinking of our honeymoon ten years ago."

"Why wouldn't I like that? I thought we had a grand time."

"We did. But what I was thinking about was that bartender you kept trying to get me to take up to our room."

"I'll never understand why you didn't do it. He was willing, I was willing and you told me you thought he was a hunk."

"And I was a newly married bride Gary. I'll grant you I wasn't exactly the virgin queen in the years before I met and married you, but I wasn't a round-heeled slut either. I was only two days from promising to be true to only you."

"What made you think of him tonight?"

"The bartender at the club tonight. He kept looking at me like he wanted to pick me up, throw me over his shoulder and take me into the back room."

"So what? Most men look at you like that."

"You really want to know?"

"Of course."

"If this one had asked me I just might have gone."

"You're serious?"

"He never asked so we'll never know."

"Why him and why after all this time?"

"Him because he reminded me a lot of the guy from our honeymoon. And why now? Why not? It is something I have wanted to do since the first time you suggested it."

"Then why haven't you? You know that you have always had my blanket permission to go play if you ever wanted to."

"A ton of reasons Gary. At the time of the honey moon I was afraid that if I did it you would have thought you married a slut. All I could think about was looking up into your eyes as the bartender screwed me and seeing your disgust. There was no way I was going to throw my marriage away on my honey moon."

"But you wouldn't have. I must have told you twenty times that I wanted you to do it."

"I know that's what you said, but I was more worried about what you would do."

"I don't understand?"

"You remember that kegger you took me to at the Pi Kappa house?"

"Vaguely. What about it?"

"Remember what you did?"

"I remember getting pretty well smashed. We had to get someone to drive us home."

"You don't remember walking out onto the dance floor and pulling me away from some guy who you thought was dancing too close with me. You don't remember telling him that you didn't like him putting his hand on my ass while we danced? Well I remembered. If you couldn't handle me dancing with some guy there wasn't anyway on God's Green Earth that I was going to screw some guy in front of you."

"That was over ten years ago. Since then I've seen you swap tongues with guys under the mistletoe at Christmas parties and some of the dances you've done with guys at parties looked more like acts of sex than dancing and I've never gotten pissed."

"And I'm supposed to gamble my our marriage on your being able to handle my trying a strange cock?"

"I wish you would. It is and always has been my fondest wish to see you with another man. Even just hearing about it if you feel too nervous to have me there would be good enough."

"I really do wish I could believe you Gary, because I've thought about it ever since you brought it up. But as much as I'd like to do it I will not risk my marriage unless I can be absolutely sure that you can handle it."

"Well then, since we both seem to want it how about we spend some time thinking about how to make it happen. Lets find a way that you can be sure I can handle it. I know I can, all we have to do is convince you."

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The next day she came home from work and went up to the bedroom to change out of her good work clothes and put on her sweats before fixing dinner. She noticed an envelope on her pillow on the bed. She picked it up, opened it and took out several sheets of paper. Across the top of the first sheet was printed Chandra's Dates. She started reading it and found that it was a story about a wife who cheated on her husband, but in such a way that he thought she was faking it. When he finally found out that she really was cheating he accepted it. She had to admit that the story was hot and she was surprised to find that one hand had gone to her left nipple and she was rolling it between her fingers. She folded the story and put it in her upper dresser drawer. 

The next day there was another envelope and she opened it to find another story. This one was entitle Cassandra's Guy and it was another cheating wife story where the husband finally accepted the fact that his wife was going to have lovers from time to time. She read the story and once again found herself playing with her body. The story joined the first one in her top dresser drawer.

For the next two weeks there was a story waiting for her on her pillow almost every night when she got home from work. She figured they were Gary's way of keeping what they had talked about fresh in her mind. They were all stories about wives who fucked other men with their husband's permission or of women who cheated, got caught and then had their hubby's accept it. The more stories she read the more she wanted to have another man. Hell, she'd always wanted to have other men, what woman doesn't at one time or another, but the choice was always a varied sex life versus her marriage. She loved Gary and couldn't really believe he would be able to handle her playing around so the marriage always won. If there just could be some way she could be sure that Gary could handle it. He said he could, but you don't bet a marriage on something like that. She had to know for sure. And then she suddenly knew how to find out for sure if Gary could handle her being with another man. She would lie to him and the inspiration for the lie came from none other than Gary himself.

She came home from work one Monday night and found the usual envelope on her pillow and she opened it up and read the story. The story was titled Lotion and a Dozen Condoms and as she read it she knew what to do. The story spelled it out for her. The story joined the others in her dresser, she changed clothes and went downstairs to fix dinner and began to make her plans.

First, she primed the pump. "You will have to handle dinner on your own tomorrow sweetie."

"Oh? Why? Not that I can't of course, but what's up?"

"The girls have asked me to stop with them after work tomorrow. We will have dinner and a few drinks. Kind of like a girls night out."

"Will you be out late? Should I wait up?"

She had giggled, "Maybe you should. I hear they have a very handsome bartender there and you know me and the thing I have for hunky bartenders, right?"

"Yeah, right."

"You never know sweetie, one of these days I might just surprise you."

For some reason just the thought of what she was going to try fired her up and she did something that she hadn't done in ages. She got off her chair, got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the kitchen table. Before had any idea what she was doing she was pulling his zipper down.

"What are you doing Christina?"

"Gonna practice what I might be doing to the bartender tomorrow night."

She worked Gary's cock out of his pants and then she licked it like an ice cream cone. She swirled her tongue around the head and then sucked it into her mouth. A couple of long, slow sucks later she took her mouth off Gary long enough to say:

"Think he would like some of that?"

"You bitch; don't stop now."

She laughed and bent her head back to her task.

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The next morning just before she left for work she got a fresh egg out of the fridge, put it in a plastic container and then put the container, along with a fork, into her shoulder bag. As she left the house she reflected on the fact that it was a good thing that Gary left for work before she did because she didn't want to have to explain why she was taking a blouse on a hanger with her to work. 

She stopped at a Walgreen's on the way to work and got the rest of what she needed. Once at work she went straight to the women's bathroom and locked the door behind her. She laid the blouse down on the counter and took the fork and plastic container out of the shoulder bag and got to work. She cracked the eggshell and broke it into two halves. She carefully separated the egg white from the yolk and then dumped the egg white into the plastic container and then tossed the yolk and the shells in the trash can. She opened the Walgreen's bag and took out the bottle of KY Lotion and the shaker of salt she'd bought and opened them up. She added two drops of the KY and several grains of salt to the egg white and then used the fork to whip the mixture until all the salt was dissolved. The she used the fork to drop spots of the mixture on the spare blouse. She was hoping that when the mixture dried it would look like cum stains. That done, she washed the fork and the container and then she took her blouse and headed for her office.

She hadn't lied to Gary. She did stop with the girls that night. She usually stopped at least once a week with them, but she hardly ever stayed for more than one drink. Kathy, Bev, Mary and Sue were all single and their table tended to become 'party central' as the guys moved in to ask the girls to dance and to see who might be able to get lucky. Being married she wasn't comfortable with that and so she had her one drink - two on a rare occasion - and then she went on home.

That night she surprised the girls and stayed. They were even more surprised when she got up and danced with whomever asked her. She even surprised herself when she let a couple of her partner's get away with copping a feel. That was nothing new of course, but before Gary had always been there watching and smiling. She had let one persistent guy walk her out to her car and kiss her. She had even let him get a hand on her right breast before pushing his hand away and murmuring: 

"Maybe next time."

She stopped a block from the house and changed into the egg stained blouse. She then took the KY Lotion and poured some into the plastic container, added just a touch of salt and then stirred it with the fork. She poured some on her hand and then worked it in like hand lotion and then she sat and waited for it to dry.

Gary was sitting in front of the television watching a sports talk program when she walked into the room and sat down in the chair across from him. She sat there and tried to look nervous and waited for Gary to open the ball. He looked over at her and asked:

"Have a nice time?"

She looked away from him and hoped that to him it looked like she didn't want to meet his eyes and said:

"It was okay."

"Just okay? Something happened and it is obviously bothering you. Out with it Christina. You know I'll stay after it like a dog worrying a bone until I get it out of you."

She hesitated for a couple of seconds and then she blurted out, "I did it."

"You did what?"

"I did what you wanted me to. I had sex with another man."

"YOU WHAT?!!!"

She cringed at the yell and it wasn't faked and Gary saw it. 

"Whoa baby, I didn't mean to yell like that, it is just that you surprised the hell out of me." He patted the couch next to him, "Come on over here baby and tell me all about it."

She looked at his face and saw that he didn't seem upset so she got up and went over and sat down beside him.

"Tell me baby, I want to know every detail. Where, how many times, how big was he, how did it happen, I want to know all of it."

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive baby, everything, every bit of it. Was it the bartender?"

"No. It happened at the bar, but it wasn't the bartender."

"Tell me."

"There really isn't much to tell. The girls and I stopped for drinks. Guys were coming over to our table and asking us to dance and after a couple of drinks I got up and danced with a few guys. There was this one really cute guy who kept coming back and asking me to dance and after the fourth dance with him I went back to his booth with him. We talked, had another drink and the next time we danced he pushed his cock into my leg and I pushed back. He smiled and let his hands slide down my back until they came to rest on my ass and I didn't push them away.

"The whole time we had been sitting in his booth talking I had been thinking about your fantasy and I liked the looks of the guy and he seemed real nice so I just let things run to see where they would go. After the dance we went back to his booth and talked some more and then he started playing 'footsie' with me under the table. When I didn't protest he got up and moved to my side of the booth and slid in next to me. He put a hand on my leg and I didn't push it away so he started moving it up my leg and I didn't stop him until his hand went under my skirt and then I stopped him and told him no, not in the bar. He said we could go out to his car and I nodded a yes and we got up and went outside to the parking lot. 

" We got in his car, embraced and then started necking like a couple of teenagers. He was a pretty good kisser and you know how worked up I can get with a lot of frenching. Anyway, while we were steaming up the windows he got his hand up under my skirt and started rubbing my pussy. I spread my legs for him Gary. I opened myself up for him like an easy slut and he slid two fingers into my pussy."

"Christina, are you making this up? Are you trying to tease me?"

Moment of truth time she had thought and then she raised her right hand in front of his face. "Lick my palm Gary."

"Why?"

"Please, just lick my hand."

He had looked at her for a second and then he had taken her hand and licked it. He made a face and then he licked it again. Tastes bitter, almost salty. What is it?"

Here goes nothing she said to herself. "Another man's sperm Gary. You have just tasted the man I was with tonight."

Gary had looked at her in amazement, "No shit? You did it? You really did it?"

"Well, kind of."

"What does that mean?"

"I didn't fuck him. All I did was give him a hand job."

"Oh wow. I can't believe it. You actually went and did it."

"He came a little quicker than I expected and I wasn't ready for it. See the cum stains here on my blouse?"

Gary looked at the egg stains and again he said, "Oh wow."

"You're not mad?"

Gary had taken her hand and had put it on the hard lump in his trousers. "Does this feel like I'm mad? After ten years you are on your way to being the 'hot wife' I've always wanted and you thought I'd be mad? Silly girl" and he had started to undress her. 

It was one of the wildest nights of her life up to that time. Gary undressed her right there on the couch and went down on her. He licked and sucked at her clit and then stuck his tongue inside her and she shivered as she wondered if he would have done that had she gotten on Don's back seat and gone all the way. Gary stuck a finger in her pussy and began rubbing her G-spot and she arched up off the couch and pushed her pussy into his face. He inserted a second finger and then a third and she had moaned and then had cum.

Gary stood up and dropped his trousers, "I hope we don't stain the couch," he said as he drove his cock into her, "But I can't wait until I can get you into the bedroom."

It was a fast and furious fuck and Gary pounded her through two orgasms before he got his own and then he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. A session of sixty-nine gave her one more orgasm and Gary another erection and he lifted her legs up on his shoulders and slid into her sopping wet pussy. He slammed into her hard and fast. He fucked her with an urgency she hadn't felt in years and she had another orgasm. He kept pounding into her. It was as if knowing she had been with another man had flipped a switch somewhere inside him that turned him on and wouldn't let him shut off. He brought her to two more orgasms before he finally had his and he was about to swing into another sixty-nine when she stopped him.

"Save some for tomorrow baby. I need to get some sleep; I've got a hard day ahead of me at the office in the morning."

Gary fell next to her on the bed and she had rolled over and snuggled up to him. When her breathing had returned to normal she had said:

"Gary?"

"What baby?"

"He wants to see me again. I gave him my number at the office and told him to call me. What should I do?"

Gary was silent for a second or two and then he said, "Fuck him." Two more seconds of silence and then he said, "I mean that literally. Fuck him and then come home and tell me about it."

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The day at work she spent a lot of time looking out the window and trying to figure out what she wanted to do. No, that wasn't right, she knew what she wanted to do. It was what Gary had wanted her to do for years, but that she had been too afraid to do. She had never done it because she had always been afraid that he really wouldn't like it. Fantasy was one thing, but reality was a whole different animal. That she was going to do it was almost a foregone conclusion. Gary's reaction to the hand job story put most of her worries about him really wanting it and being able to handle it to rest. Most - but not all - so she had made a second trial run.

Two days later just before she left the house to go to work she told Gary, "Don called me at work today and asked me if I would meet him at the bar for a drink. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course it is."

"Are you absolutely sure? After the hand job he got the other night I'm sure that he is going to try and fuck me."

"Are you going to let him?"

"That's what this conversation is all about baby. The question is not whether I'm going to let him, but do you want me to let him?"

"The other night when you told me he wanted to see you again I told you to fuck him. I meant it."

"Okay sweetie, I'm trusting you on this. I may be late" and she had kissed him and headed out the door.

That night she stopped with the girls again and it was a repeat of the previous night she had stopped. Drinks and dancing, and since Don was there again, some heavy necking in his booth. She had stopped a block from the house and had squirted a liberal dose of KY Lotion into her pussy. Once in the house she had gone straight up to the bedroom. As she passed the living room she had called out to Gary:




Pillow Talk



"Better hurry baby, before all of him leaks out of me."

She had hurried into the bedroom, stripped and had crawled on the bed. She had spread her legs wide and then had watched the doorway. She remembered thinking that it was the acid test. She would know the minute he came through the door if he really wanted his fantasy to become a reality or not. She heard him coming up the steps and she braced herself for the moment of truth. She smiled in relief as Gary came through the doorway dropping clothes as he came.

"You did it? You really did it?"

She almost felt guilty at deceiving him, but she would make it up to him.

"Come on Gary, hurry baby, get your sloppy seconds while they are still fresh."

He fell on her. No foreplay, no questions, just shoved his cock into her squishy pussy and then he fucked her hard.

"Oh God, you did it, you did it," he moaned as he rammed himself into her. He was a raging bull. She came twice as he fucked her hard and when he came he didn't pull out. He held himself in her and she felt his cock start to soften and then it stopped! It was almost as if Gary willed his cock to get hard again and she felt it start to harden. She was amazed. As many times as she and Gary had had sex in the ten years of their marriage that had never happened before.

The second time was slower as Gary started out with long, slow strokes and said, "Tell me about it."

"No," she had moaned.

"Tell me Christina, I want to know."

"No. Fuck me honey, fuck me."

"Tell me Chris."

"No baby, not yet, not until you make me cum. He did. He made me cum twice. You have to make me cum; you have to earn your story."

"You bitch, you slut, you whore! I want the story."

"No!" she cried, "Not until you make me cum."

The long, slow strokes stopped as he pounded into her and she moaned and teased him.

"Fuck me hard Gary, he did. He was a bull Gary, he fucked me hard and fast. Do it Gary, hard and fast. Take your pussy back Gary. He claimed it. He owned it at the bar tonight, you have to take it back. Come on Gary, fuck me hard, take your pussy back."

She had moaned, she had cried and she had screamed as Gary rammed his hard cock into her. Her nails clawed at his back as he gave her orgasms. Sweat was dripping off him and he was breathing hard.

"Mine," he moaned, "Mine damn it, mine, mine."

"Cum for me baby" she had crooned in his ear, "Cum for me, fill your pussy baby, fill your pussy."

"Oh God" he moaned as he shoved hard into her and she felt his warmth flood her and held himself still while he drained. 

When he had fallen to the bed beside her and she was lying next to him with his arms around her she made up a story about how Don had gotten her into one of the bar's storage rooms and had bent her over a stack of beer cases and had fucked her from behind. She told Gary she had turned around and sucked Don's cock until he was hard again and he had taken her a second time. To her surprise - and delight - Gary had gotten hard again as he listened to her story and he had mounted her again.

Her fears put to rest she decided to actually give him his fantasy.

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She had already decided that the first man was going to be Don. He deserved something for what she had put him through with all of her teasing. She had led him on. She had let his hands wander all over her body and she had shoved her tongue down his throat a time or two. He was nice and she did like him so yes, it would be him.

But how? Should it be something leisurely, like a couple of hours in a motel or hotel? Or something a little more sordid? Gary had seemed to get turned on by her bent over the beer cases story; should she maybe try and do it for real? She quickly decided no on that. It would be way too risky. Getting caught doing it by the wrong people could be disastrous. The question that had to be answered was what would turn Gary on the most. The slow seduction or the quick and dirty. The more she thought about it the more she thought that Gary would like the quick and dirty. And for quick and dirty nothing could beat that old standby - the back seat in the parking lot.

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She waited until Wednesday because that was Gary's bowling night and she didn't want him to see what she was doing. She got the pile of stories out of her top dresser drawer and looked them over. On the bottom of the pages she saw the Internet addresses of the sites the stories had come from and she sat down at the computer, pulled up one of the sites and then had gone looking. It took her almost an hour to find exactly what she was looking for and she printed the story out.

It wasn't a complicated story and that's why she had chosen it. A woman whose husband liked for her to screw other men went to a bar with her girlfriends. Some drinks and some dancing and then she had allowed a man to take her out to the parking lot. She did the man on his back seat and then went home and told her hubby all about it. She folded the pages, put them in an envelope and wrote, "Do not open until twelve noon" on the front and then placed the envelope on Gary's pillow.

She was in the basement working out on the Stairmaster when she heard Gary come home. Several minutes later she heard the shower running. It was another twenty minutes before she finished her workout and went up to take her shower and she found Gary sitting on the bed holding the envelope and looking at it.

"What's this?" he asked.

"You will know at noon tomorrow. Want your dick sucked before I take my shower?"

He did and so she did.

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The next day at one Gary had called her at work. "I read what was in the envelope. What does it mean?" 

"It means that I'll be home late tonight and you just read the script for what I'll be doing. You can wait up if you would like. I have to get back to work now. Bye-bye."

Then she had waited to see if he would call back and tell her no. He didn't call so after work she went to the bar with Kathy and the rest of the girls. That night she destroyed whatever image the other girls had of her as far as being a faithful wife was concerned. She sat and drank with the girls until Don came in, saw her and asked her to dance. She had moved to his booth with him and then it had gotten steamy. Their dances were lewd as he pressed his cock into her and she pushed her pussy back at him. His hands were everywhere. On her ass, on her tits, and he even slid his hand down inside the front of her skirt and rubbed her panty covered pussy.

In the booth they drank, swapped tongues and he ran a hand up her leg and she opened her legs wide to give him better access. As he slid a finger into her love hole her hand went to his fly, worked his zipper down and reached inside for his cock. It was the first cock she'd touched other than Gary's since she had said, "I do." It throbbed in her hand and she had felt so wicked to be sitting in a booth in a bar that was full of people and playing with the cock of a man who was not her husband.

She had worked Don's cock out and was stroking it when the waitress came to the table. She bent down and whispered:

"Stan has suggested that you take it outside before someone important notices what you are doing. He doesn't want to lose his liquor license."

She hadn't realized that she and Don had been so blatantly obvious. Don had put his cock away and they had gotten up to go out to the parking lot. She had stopped by the table and had handed Kathy her purse and had said, "Here, watch this for me till I get back" and she had giggled at the look on Kathy's face as she followed Don out the door. 

Don's car was parked right under one of the parking lot pole lights and she had looked around and then pointed at the back of the lot where it was dark.

"Move your car down there and back in next to the Dumpster" and she had started walking that way.

Don was parked when she got there. On the way down she had thought about the bending over the beer cases story she had told Gary and she had decided to deviate from the script she had given Gary, but she didn't think he would mind when he heard about it. 

Don was sitting in the car waiting for her when she got there, but she didn't get in the car. She had motioned for him to get out and when he did and he walked to the back of the car where she was he found her leaning over the trunk with her panties laying on the truck lid in front of her, her skirt up around her waist and her legs spread wide. She had smiled at him and asked:

"Why is your dick still in your pants?"

He had grinned at her and had said, "Oh my, the lady has a kinky side to her."

He stepped up behind her, pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed the knob of his cock at her opening. She was already very wet and she pushed back at him and he slid inside her. He began pumping into her and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She had writhed and wiggled on his cock as he slammed into her. Her hands were on the trunk lid bracing herself for his thrusts and to help her push back to meet him. She kept one eye on the back door of the bar in case anyone should come out and head their way as she urged Don on:

"That's it, fuck me, fuck me hard. Make me cum, get me off, harder, harder."

Don gave it to her hard and deep and she felt every inch of it as it slid in, slid back and then plunged all the way in again. She was near her orgasm and she moaned:

"Get me there, make me cum, get me there."

He slammed his cock hard into her and she went off like a rocket. His cock was rubbing her clit and it made her climax again and again. The she felt Don's cum gushing into her and the two of them just stood there, Don leaning against her as his cock softened.

She had wondered how she would feel after fucking another man and now she knew - she felt great! She felt so good in fact that she didn't want to quit and run on home. She didn't know if she would ever do it again so she wanted to make this time last.  

She pushed herself away from the car and that caused Don to step back and his limp cock fell out of her. She had turned and knelt in front of him. She lifted his limp cock in her hand and then licked their combined juices off of it and then she took the head in her mouth and worked on it with her tongue. Soft, his cock filled her mouth and she took all of him in and sucked on him as he started to get hard again. As he grew she had to back her mouth off a little to keep from choking.

She wished Gary was there to see her giving another man head so she could look into his eyes as her lips moved back and forth. No matter, she knew he would be turned on when she got home and told him about it. Don was fully erect by then and she used her right hand to jack him off while her mouth sucked on his cock head and her left hand caressed his nuts. She felt his balls draw up tight and she knew he was ready to cum again. She pulled her mouth off of him and stood up.

"Back seat time baby" she said and the two of them had climbed in the car. She had lain down on the seat and put her right leg up on the back of the front seat and as she looked up at Don she felt just as wicked as she had felt the last time one of her high school boyfriends had taken her on a back seat. Don had knelt between her legs and was looking down at her feasting his eyes on the sight and she had smiled at him and had used her hands to pull her pussy lips apart and open herself up for him. He lined up his cock and pushed into her and her hands had grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him to her. The second time was long and very satisfying and Don gave her two more orgasms before he spent himself in her.

She was on her knees sucking Don's cock and trying to get him up again when there was a tap on the window. She had looked up and had seen Kathy looking in the window at them. She leaned over and opened up the window and Kathy had said:

"I'm leaving now so I brought you your purse" and she had handed it through the open window. After Kathy had gone and she had rolled up the window she and Don had looked at each other and had started laughing. Somehow that broke the mood and she had kissed Don, thanked him for a good time and then she had gone home to Gary.

Gary was in bed waiting for her when she got home. His cock was pointing straight up at the ceiling and she had smiled and asked:

"Is that for me?" and indeed it had been, three times.

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She waited a week before she left the next "Do not open until noon" envelope on Gary's pillow. That afternoon at work every time the phone rang she picked it up expecting it to be Gary telling her "No!" When she hadn't heard form him by quitting time she had gone to the bar with the girls. As she was sipping her first margarita Kathy had asked:

"Is Don going to be here tonight?"

"I certainly hope so."

"Look, I'm glad you're having fun, but it embarrassed the hell out of me having to bring you your purse last week. Please don't do that to me tonight."

"I won't. Tonight I'm taking him home with me."

"Oh my God. What about your husband?"

"He's out of town on business for a couple of days."

"You're going to do Don on the bed you share with your husband?"

"Yep, and if I'm lucky hubby will call on the phone while Don and I are doing the nasty."

She had almost laughed when Kathy's eyes had gotten big. She didn't know why she was pulling Kathy's chain. It was probably because Kathy and the other girls (all of whom had made trips out to the parking lot) had always considered her a 'goody two-shoes' and she was enjoying bursting their bubble.

Just the Don had come in and taken a booth and she got up and joined him.

"Do you want to waste time on drinking and dancing or would you rather get right to the fucking?"

"Silly question. Take your panties off and lie down on the table."

"Right answer sweetie. Hubby is out of town on business. Follow me home" and she had gotten up and headed for the parking lot. Fifteen minutes later she had pulled into her drive with Don right behind her. He had followed her in the front door and as it closed behind them she had turned and gone to her knees in front of him. In seconds his pants were around his ankles and she had his cock in her mouth. She gave it several licks and sucks and then she had stood up and started taking off her dress as she said:

"Get naked lover and follow me."

She headed for the stairs stripping as she went. When she and Don walked into her bedroom they were both naked. She led him over to the bed, had him sit down and then she went to her knees in front of him again. She took his cock in her hand and slowly stroked it as she looked up into his eyes and then she had moved her head forward and licked it like an ice cream cone. 

A side long glance showed her that the closet door was opened just a bit and she moaned and took the head of Don's cock in her mouth and licked all around it. She had one hand on Don's ass and the other cupping his balls. Her head moved back and forth as she fucked her mouth with Don's cock. When his hands went to the back of her head she pulled away from him and crawled up on the bed. She spread her legs wide and waited for him to mount her.

"Come on lover" she urged, Get over here and fuck me. Put that beautiful cock in me lover and make me scream."

She was wet, extremely wet, just from knowing that Gary was in the closet watching her be a slut for another man. Don slid easily into her and he began to slowly fuck her as she pushed her hips up at him to meet his thrusts. He began to pick up the pace a little and she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. Two minutes into it she had her first orgasm and she cried out and her cry spurred him on. He was fucking her fast and hard and she was moaning:

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh God yes."

Her hands clawed at his back as her second orgasm swept over her. Don was close to coming and he began to ram his cock into her and she moaned:

"Yes baby, yes, cum for me, cum for me" and he shot his load deep in her cunt.

Don pulled back and rolled onto the bed beside her. He leaned on one elbow and looked into her face.

"I could fuck you forever if you would let me."

Her hand had gone to his limp dick and as she fondled it she had giggled and said, "If you could stay hard forever I would probably let you, but you keep going soft on me."

"But you always seem to be able to bring me back into a useful condition."

"Yes, I guess I do and it is something that I like to do."

She moved over him until she was in a sixty-nine and she looked toward the closet at where she thought Gary's face would be and she blew him a kiss. She lowered her head and, eyes still on the closet, she went to work on sucking her lover hard again. Her head bobbed up and down on Don's shaft as she licked and sucked. She was slurping noisily as she pictured Gary watching her be a slut.

Don grew in her mouth and she took her mouth off of him and spun around until she was poised over him. She took hold of Don's cock and guided it into her pussy. Once the head was past the lips she rammed herself down on him and took him all the way in. She began to slide up and down on his pole and she rode him like a bull rider. She bent forward so her tits swayed just above his face and he raised his head and captured the left one and with his mouth and bit at the nipple and she moaned.

Don wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over on her back. He lifted her legs up on his shoulders to get deeper penetration and then he started fucking her hard.

"Oh god yes, give it to me, give it to me" she cried. Don rammed her harder and faster and she moaned, "Oh yeah, fuck me, like that baby, fuck me hard like that."

He pounded into her hard for several minutes as she moaned and begged him to make her cum. She had two more orgasms before he grunted, "Coming, coming, I'm coming" and let loose in her. He fell to the bed beside her and she sat up and looked down at him.

"You have one more in you?"

"Probably not."

"Not even if I suck on your dick some more?"

"Well, you do have a magic mouth. I suppose we could try."

She lowered her head and took him in her mouth again. Her right hand started caressing his balls and her left rubbed his scrotum. She licked the length of him several times and then started sucking on the head. She moved her left hand and started teasing his asshole with a finger and was rewarded when his cock twitched. She took more of his cock in her mouth and worked the finger into his butt hole and he arched up off the bed and drove his cock all the way into her mouth. The helmet hit the back of her throat and she wiggled the finger in his ass some more and his cock throbbed as it hurried to become erect. She moved her left to his balls and used her right to jack him off as she sucked on the head and she felt his cock growing.

She pulled her head off of him and got on her hands and knees. "My ass baby. I want this one in my ass. My ass is the only part of me you haven't had so take it baby, fuck my ass."

Don moved in behind her and slid his cock into her pussy to get it wet and then he put the head of his cock against her butt hole. He pushed forward and she had pushed back and Don slid into her tight channel inch by inch. She buried her head in a pillow and moaned as he fucked her. She cried out as she had one orgasm after another as minute by minute his hard cock plundered her butt. She stopped moving and just lay there as Don pounded her ass. Then she had a mind blowing orgasm and fell forward on the bed just as Don had his climax and shot his cum all over her butt.

She rolled over and looked up at him. "That's it baby, I'm done. This little girl needs to get some rest if she is going to be worth anything at work tomorrow."

"I was hoping I was going to get to spend the night."




Pillow Talk



"Maybe next time lover, but not tonight."

The front door closed and Gary came out of the closet. He had been in there three hours and he looked haggard. She had giggled and then she had said:

"Am I going to have a mess to clean up in the closet?"

"You fucking whore" he had cried as he pushed her down on the bed and mounted her.

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For the next week Gary could not keep his hands off of her and she and Gary had sex in damned near every room in the house. She had been in the laundry room sorting clothes when he had come in, picked her up and sat her on the dryer and did her. She was in the kitchen fixing dinner when he came in and took her on the kitchen table. They had been on the couch watching Dancing With The Stars on television and he had pulled her off the couch and onto the floor and fucked her. He followed her into the shower, bent her over and took her from behind, on the hood of the car in the garage and on the grass in the back yard under a full moon. The two of them were worse than newly weds.

It was on a Thursday, one week after Gary had watched her from the closet, and she had come home from work to find an envelope on her pillow. She opened it and read the story inside and then looked at her watch. She could make it, but she would have to skip her shower. She quickly changed out of her work clothes and into a short skirt, low cut blouse and four-inch heels. She grabbed her purse, took one last look at the address written on the bottom of the last page of the story and headed for her car.

She walked into the lounge of the Hilton and took a quick look around. She saw Gary sitting off in a corner, but made sure that her eyes didn't stop or settle on him. There was an empty stool at the bar and she headed for it. She sat down and ordered a margarita and when the bartender brought it he waved her money away.

"The gentleman at the end of the bar says it's on him."

She looked that way and a rather good looking middle aged man smiled at her and raised his glass in a salute. She raised hers, mouthed a "thank you" and took a sip. She was not at all surprised when minutes later the man slid onto the stool next to her. 

"Hi, I'm Ray."

"Hi Ray, I'm Susan."

"Waiting for someone?"

"Not any more."

"What brings a lovely lady like you to this place?"

"Well Ray, I put my husband on an airplane yesterday and sent him off on a three day business trip. I got lonely so here I am looking for some company. Do I have to keep looking Ray?"

"You want to skip all the bullshit and just go on up to my room?"

"I like a man who doesn't waste time Ray, lets go."

Two hours later she walked off the elevator into the lobby and saw Gary sitting in one of the chairs. He got up, walked over to her and led her into the men's bathroom. She'd read the story so she knew what to do. She walked to the last stall, her high heels clicking on the hard floor, and opened the stall door. Gary walked in, sat down and took out his cock. She moved into the stall, locked the door and then straddled Gary. She looked down into his eyes and then she slowly slid down on his cock. He slid right into the soupy mess between her legs and she began to ride him.

"He fucked me baby, he fucked me twice. I gave him a blow job after the first time to get him up again sweetie. His cock was slick with our juices. Want to taste him sweetie?"

She leaned forward to kiss Gary and he pulled back from her. "Oh come on baby, don't be that way. You let him fuck me. You told me to do it. Kiss me baby, kiss your whore" and she had grabbed his head with both hands, mashed her lips against his and then forced her tongue into his mouth just as the woman in the story had done to her husband.

"He wanted my ass baby. He wanted to fuck my butt and he had the perfect cock for it. It was long and skinny and it would have fit in my ass real nice, but I wouldn't let him. Two fucks and a blow job were all that the story called for. He was pissed that I wouldn't let him have my butt. Called me a whore. He called me a whore after I gave him the best fuck of his life. Low life bastard. Come on honey, cum for me. Add yours to his baby, come on, do it."

"God Chris, you are such a slut."

"I know baby, but it is what you wanted."

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After that night they had talked and decided that to keep things fresh they would limit things to about once a month and they would alternate ideas. The next year had become an exciting sexual high for both of them as they searched the Net for stories that had appealed to them and then put those stories into play.

There had been one rough spot about fourteen months into their little game. She'd had to take a three day business trip and she had found a story about a woman on a business trip that had a two night affair while away from home. It was only two weeks since their last incident and it wasn't her turn to choose, but she had felt that Gary would be all right with it under the circumstances. She left the envelope on his pillow just before leaving for the airport.

She had arrived in Denver, checked into the hotel and then had attended her first meeting. By six she was back at the hotel. She set up her laptop and checked her email - nothing from Gary - and then she had gone down to the hotel dinning room for dinner. After dinner she had looked into the lounge and what she had seen looked promising so she had gone back up to her room and changed into a simple, but sexy dress and put on her four inch heels. She checked her email one last time - nothing from Gary - made sure that she had her cell phone and then headed for the lounge.

She took a seat at the bar and was on her second drink when a good looking man sat next to her and offered to buy her a drink. She had said yes and checked her watch. It was seven thirty-five, more than enough time for Gary to have called her cell or to have emailed her to tell her no.

Half an hour later she was on her bed on her hands and knees as Sam fed her his cock from behind. He was giving her long hard strokes and she was pushing her ass back to meet him. She was looking forward to two nights of his hard pounding cock and she was expecting to wake up with him beside her in the morning. She would wake him up with some head, fuck him and then they could shower together, part for the day and then meet to fuck all night again.

She was just settling down from her third orgasm and Sam was fucking her hard to get his first one when her cell phone rang. She stretched across the bed, Sam still pounding away, to get the phone off the nightstand.

"Hello?"

"Hi babe."

"Hi love."

"I just got home and found the story."

"Like the idea?"

"Not really. I'm too far away and it will be two days before I see you again. I would just as soon you not do it."

"Oh shit!"

"What's the matter?"

Just then Sam's cock had rubbed her G-spot and she had moaned.

"What? What was that?"

"I'm sorry baby, I really am, but it is too late. You didn't call so I went ahead."

"You doing it now?"

Her "Yes" turned into a long "Yessssssss" as Sam hit her G-spot again.

"I guess I'd better leave you alone then" and he hung up on her.

Shit, shit, shit! Gary was pissed at her, but what the hell could she do about it at that point? She just couldn't pull away from Sam and tell him to leave. He needed to get off, God knows he'd earned it with the solid fucking he had given her so far, but she had to get on the phone and call Gary back.

"Hurry honey, cum for me" she had moaned. "That was my husband. He's at the airport. He decided to surprise me. Hurry baby, hurry. Cum for me, please cum for me."

Sam put on a burst of speed and then he shot into her and she pulled away from him and bent and sucked his cock clean of their juices and then hurried him out the door. 

She'd immediately called Gary and she could tell he wasn't happy with her. She had explained that she had waited until after seven-thirty before doing anything so he would have time to call her if he didn't want her doing it. He told her that since she wasn't home he had stopped with the guys after work for a couple of beers and hadn't gotten home until just minutes before he called her. They had managed to work through the bad spot, but it had put a damper on things. It was almost three months before she found the next envelope on her pillow and since then things had been fine.

+++++

She finished her shower and dried herself off with a heavy bath towel and then she used the hair dryer to dry her hair. She walked over to the bed and as she reached for the envelope on her pillow her pussy tingled as she wondered what was in store for her.



Pillow Talk



 (sound of boots on gritty pavement)

You look worried. Don't be. Yeah, I'm queer enough for ya.

You look nice. How old are you? Really. You look younger. (laughter) Well, I still ain't breakin' the law. The temptation's there, know what I mean?

How much?

I can swing a hundred.

Yep. My wedding ring. Nope, not divorced. Not divorced. Don't want to get divorce. Happily married.

Just curious.

Nah. Don't wanna go to that hotel. It's sleazy, yeah. And I really like sleaze, kid. But the walls are thin, kid, the walls are thin. You can hear a gnat fart in the next room. And I don't want no one hearin' what goes on between you and me. No, nothing dangerous. A man's got a right to privacy. So I wanna take you to this dark alley. Yeah. Behind this warehouse, not far away. No, it's over by the railroad tracks. Nobody ever goes there, not even the bums. No one near. It's cool.

Cool. Good. Let's go. This way.

Quit actin' scared. I ain't no psycho. I got my kinks, but pain ain't one of 'em.

I like how you look. Small. Slender. Something about how you're shaped. Nice shoulders, tight waist. And you're blond. Blond guys always do it for me. Always something about blond hair makes me think of sunlight at noon. And you're tanned, kid. Really tanned. You're slender, but you ain't bony. I don't like bony boys too much. I kinda need something to cushion the pounding. You run? You got good legs. Great butt. Betcha play basketball? Volleyball? Yeah, you look like you ought to be serving volleyball on a beach.

What's your name?

Kevin. Wow. Kevin. I gotta son named Kevin. No shittin'. Ain't that weird?

Nah, he's not really blond. He's got light brown hair, gets kinda blond in the summer, looks beautiful, but just not the same thing. Besides, he's too young.

Though you don't look to be much older than him.

You hang out in the bar down the street? That queer place?

Nah. Never been inside. Don't think I want to. Not my style, ya know? Don't need to. Not if I can find guys like you outside. Cute and cuddly.

(Laughter) Now you're friendly. Come on. Let me put my arm around you. Don't worry. We'll look like a Dad and his son, out on a night on the town.

Yep, that's real sweat. Real man sweat. I'm a big fan of my own smell. It's one of my things. One of my kinks. Make's my prick get big.

I work in a print shop, son, and it gets hot on the press. I'm a pretty sweaty guy, too. Hell, I've soaked my wifebeater in five minutes just walking into work. Yeah, well, my wife says she don't like it. But she snuggles up next to me on the couch. And the ladies might bitch about the smell, but they flirt with me just the same.

Quit it, boy. (Laughter) 

It won't kill you. Take a deep breath. Come on, Kevin. Breathe in Daddy's funk.

Ain't gonna tell ya my name. Call me Daddy. 

Good. Really good. Son.

Now get your nose in my pit. Breathe. That's it. Again. That's my fuckin' sauna, boy, my fuckin' sauna.

That's me. That's a daddy.

Gets ya horny, don't it, Kevin? Betcha wish you could work up a funk like me. Betcha sniff my wifebeater. Betcha steal it. Betcha take it in your room. Betcha you'd be a real man, if ya smelled like me, don't ya, Kevin?

Mind if I touch you there, do ya? (chuckle) Bathing suit area. Nice. Ya like it. Yeah, Kevin, ya like it. Yeah, grin. I knew ya would.

Yeah, that's a car up there, but he's still a long ways off. Who cares what the cocksucker thinks? Hell, maybe I'm your real Daddy, you're my really drunk boy, and you're about to pee your pants and I'm having to pinch your cock for you so you don't piss yourself. Stuff like that happens.

Roll with it. I'm payin'.

Wish you were wearing some soccer shorts, maybe. Or swim trunks, with the drawstring untied. Yeah, the blue ones, those'd be nice.

Nuzzle up, Kevin. Get close. It's a little cool, tonight. Yeah. You feel warm. OK. (laughter) I'll let it go. 

Feels like it got big for me. Did it, Kevin? Did ya get boned, when Daddy touched ya? Ya suppose they can see it, from the car? Yeah, he can. Yeah. Yeah, son, he can see ya. My boy's got a boner. Look at him look. (chuckle)  Yeah. (shouted:) Hey, fuckwad! Watcha lookin' at? This is my son, dammit!

OK, take this left. Yeah, it's fucking dark. And it's darker back there. Fuck, no, ain't no slashers. No one ever comes back here; who the fuck they gonna slash?

You're a good boy, Kevin. Yeah, come on.

Fuck, you got a hot butt. Damn, son. Damn, that is a butt. (whispered:) Looks so fucking hot in tight pajamas. Daddy likes boys with hot butts, and holy shit, my boy's got a hot ass. My son's a blond bitch. Shit, Kevin. They fit right in my palm. Right in my fucking palm. Perfect. I wanna peel you open, son, back here. I wanna kneel down, I wanna palm this little butt open, and I wanna look at ya, Kevin. You got something Daddy needs, Daddy needs really bad, and Daddy's gonna make your butt feel real good--

Stop. Stop, Kevin.

Turn around.

(soft kissing sounds)

OK. Shit. Too worked up. Let's go.

You taste like beer, Kevin. Like Heineken. That what you drink in the bar?

Cool. Dad likes Scotch. Ever had Chivas on the rocks? It'll make a man out of you.

OK. Turn right. Yeah. By the loading dock. Come on. Come on. (whispered:) I shouldn't have kissed ya, son, ya shouldn't have kissed Daddy like that, son.

Touch me, Kevin. Don't be shy. Use your fingers. Touch Daddy there.

Feel that?

A little further. Keep 'em moving. Yeah, like that. Some more. Oh, you fucking tease, I'm leaking--

Keep 'em moving. Real light. Like feathers.

That's it. That's your Daddy's prick, Kevin. You just felt your Daddy's prick. It's a goddamned big prick, Kevin. Ain't it? Your daddy's got a huge fucking cock. Mommy knows, Daddy knows, now you know, Kevin.

It'll hurt like hell. That's the way it is. It always does the first time with Daddy. There's no gettin' around it, OK? You understand Daddy? You know it's gonna happen now, it's gonna happen tonight, that it's gotta happen no matter what?

OK, kneel. Just kneel. Right now, Kevin. In front of me.

Good, son. Real good.

Let me tell you something, Kevin. I've got to tell you this. You do things to Daddy. You do things to Daddy you shouldn't do. You make Daddy think things that ain't nice when ya mow the lawn in those blue trunks. You shouldn't shot hoops in the driveway with your buddies without your shirt on. You shouldn't wear pajamas, not like the one's you've got, Kevin. You just can't do things like that. You make Daddy think bad things. Bad things, son. Really bad things. Things he shouldn't think. He oughta to be thinking about Mom, but no, I'm looking at Kevin, and I want to--

Look, Kevin. I want to take your jeans down. (whispered:) Pretend like you're fightin'.

No. Let me do it. Stop it. Let Daddy do it. Stop it. Let me do it, Kevin, let your Daddy do it!

There.

What the fuck, son? What. The. Fuck. They must call you commando Kevin, in school, yeah, Kevin, like when you're in the bathroom and ya gotta take a big piss and your shorts drop half off your ass while you stand there in front of the pisser-- Betcha those shorts drop half off your ass while you drain it. Betcha like guys lookin' at your ass. Betcha. Betcha know they're looking, and ya take your time getting your tackle tucked back in. Show off. Fucking awesome ass, son. 

(sniffing)  

Fuckin' locker room. Fuckin' sweat. Fuck. Butt like goddamned rocks. Jock ass. Not a fucking hair in sight. Smooth. 

(slurping noise) 

Spread your legs. 

Yeah, that's why I like blonds. Nuts clean as a baby's chin. Ah, Kevin, you're a natural boy. My boy. You look so good, spread out for Daddy. Let me touch your nuts, Kevin. They look so pretty. They're so tight in the sac. You look like you're gonna shoot. You that horny, Kevin? Daddy make you that horny?

You sure as fuck make Daddy horny, son.

One sec. Just hold it. Yeah. Let me peel 'em open. Yeah. That's beautiful. Little fuckin' pink starfish. Now that's how a cunt ought to look. Fuck, son, that's a cunt. Don't look like I can get my pinky in there, son. Tight. Yeah.

Daddy wants to teach you something, son, is that OK? Something cool only guys can do. You gonna let Daddy do that, Kevin? You wanna learn a new game? Come on. Let Daddy teach ya somethin' new. 

Yeah, I know. Turn around. Yeah. Look at that. Look what's happenin' in my jeans, Kevin. You see that big thing, jumping around? You see that? You know what it is, Kevin? You were inside it. You traveled up it, once. I shot you out of my nuts into Mommy's cunt. Tonight (laughs) I want you to ride it, like it was a train. (chuckles) Visit Daddy's nuts again.

Unzip your Daddy.

Take it out.

(Wet meat-smacking sound)

Told you it was big.

Smell your hands, Kevin.

That's me. That's Daddy's crotch sweat. Some piss. Yeah, Kevin. And headcheese, Kevin. It gets so thick it leaks out from under my foreskin, Kevin. It stinks, Kevin. I can smell it sometimes, on hot days, you know, when Daddy really needs to shower. It makes your Daddy dizzy, Kevin. That's how bad it is. Yeah, but they love it. They all love how it smells. They love licking it.

Yeah, go on, kneel down. 

It's like heroin. Makes the boys go crazy.

Yeah, big fucking cockhead. When I was growin' up, younger than you, we had a grove of apple trees on our farm. Yeah. I used to hold up them apples, so swollen and juicy in the fall, up against my cockhead to see which was bigger. Hell, I don't ever remember finding an apple bigger than my cockhead. Not ever.

Is that spit, Kevin? Leakin' out there from your pretty pink lips? Good boy.

Sniff. Now. Don't argue with Daddy. Sniff. Come on, my pits didn't bother you. Hell, they got ya goin'. Sniff my crotch.

Yeah. Breathe that funk.

Put your nose in my hair. Tickles, don't it? Yeah, it's thick and long. I'm a man, son. Daddy's a real man. Breathe it. Yeah. Old piss. Yeah, some cum left over from when I beat off this morning. Yeah, that's Daddy's spunk you're breathing. The stuff you're made of.

Enough bullshit. Suck my nuts.

Oh, fuck, that's good Kevin. You got nice lips. Shit. Been dreamin' about my boy's lips for years. Soft and pink and the way they shine after a glass of Koolaid... Feels like velvet. Slurp on my nuts. Yeah, the hair tickles your mouth, don't it? You like that hair. Hair's what a man's got and what a boy wants. Daddy's got a lot of hair.

OK. Try to get the other one in. Ow. Yeah, they're big. Try again. Open wide. Here, let Daddy use his fingers, let me stretch your mouth. Now take that one. Suck it in. Yeah. Hum. Yeah. Hum one of those tunes they play in that bar down the street. Oh yeah. That's nice. Daddy's liking that, Kevin. Ya make Daddy feel really good, Kevin. Better than when he's watchin' ya shoot hoops or pullin' up your underwear--

Reach up. Tickle the back of my sac. Yeah. It makes it go all loose and dangly. 

(Laughter)  You look like a chipmunk. So fuckin' cute, Kevin. Alvin. With nuts in his mouth. My nuts. Taste salty, don't they?

I wish we were at home, son. A late night, son. And your Mom's in bed asleep and we're up, watching an old movie. And the air conditioning's broke. And it's hot. (Whispered:)  And I'm in my boxers, sitting in the recliner, Kevin, and you're in your blue PJs, a little too small, and you look over, and my junk's hanging about twelve inches out of my shorts. Right down my leg. And your eyes get big, Kevin. Real big. And I watch you watch me. And you never turn back to that fuckin' movie, Kevin, you just watch your Daddy's stuff, hangin' out, on display. And--

OK. Getting' too hot, too soon.

Ease off. Let 'em go. Let Daddy's nuts out of your mouth.

(Pop)

Ow. Tight fit. Your cunt that tight, Kevin? Tight as your lips?

Fuck, son, my balls are dripping. With your spit. Shit. Fuck. You liked the taste, didn't ya? Yeah, a bitch son. A real bitch son. Daddy's bitch son.

Stand up. Come on, stand. Heh. You like how I smell, don't ya? Yeah, it gets to a boy. Got to me, too, when I was your age. But I ain't gonna tell you that story. Daddy's got his secrets, too, like his boy. Like what you do in your bedroom alone. Like why it's so hard to keep bananas in the house. Like why I find carrots covered with hand lotion in the trash. Like why your farts are big silent whooshes and not tight little pheeps.

You're a dirty boy, aren't ya, Kevin?

Let me sniff your face, Kevin.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! You smell like a man, now, Kevin. How's that? How's it feel to smell like cockcheese, like piss, like sweat? Like a daddy? Feel grown up? Feel powerful? Feel like you could beat your hands on your chest and howl loud enough to make Tarzan crap his loincloth? Yeah, well, that's what it's like to be a Daddy. To have a big nutsack, dripping with Kevin's spit, swinging between my legs. Shit. I can feel my spunk sloshing in there--

Feels nice, Kevin. I like that. Your fingers feel cool on my nuts. Lift 'em. They're heavy, aren't they?

Sure, OK.

Nah, leave the clothes where they are. Let's have some fun. Look. I'll lean against the wall--

Oh.

Oh.

Lick that slime. Lick it. It's been building up in my pits all day. For you, Kevin. Can ya taste my salt boy? Taste Daddy. Dirty nasty Daddy. Oh shit, Kevin. You remember that time? You remember that time when I took you swimming, at Grandpa's, in the pond? Fuck. It was hot. You wore those shorts. Loose. Not tight at all. They hung off your hips. That drawstring. Daddy saw your asscrack, Kevin. Daddy looked at your crack, and he--

Nice. Yeah. Play with Daddy's tits. Roll 'em. Yeah. Tug on 'em. Yeah. You're gettin' into this Kevin, ain't ya?

Look at me. Look at me. Like that. Pretty boy. You're a real pretty boy, Kevin. You make Daddy horny. You've always made Daddy horny.

I'm fuckin' boned. Fuckin' boned. Boned for my boy. I wanna plug you, Kevin. I've wanted to for a long time--

Ah, shit.

Great. Do it again.

Look how it makes me leak, Kevin. You can't do that, son. You can't do that to a man, you can't touch me like you're touchin' me, where you're touching me, without starting something dangerous.

It's gonna get real dangerous, son.

Get down there and blow me, faggot.

Ah yeah. Like that. Pretty lips, boy. I gotta faggot son. Use them pretty lips. Yeah, lick me. Daddy's faggot boy. Yeah, lick that cheese. Crusty. Oily. Dirty. Daddy. Stroke my balls. No, real light. Yeah. Open up. Yeah. Got ya trained, Kevin. Remember how I trained you? How I came into your room that night, and I got on your bed, and I was just wearing boxers, and my cock was hard, and I knelt above you. And you looked up at me, and said what's that, daddy, and I said, it's Daddy's dick, and I rammed it down--

Like that. Choke, bitch.

Fuck. Daddy's balls on his boy's chin.

Gag. Gag, ya bitch.

All of it. Every fucking inch.

Fuck, you're good.

Yeah, ya like Daddy in your throat. Fuck, you're boned too. You're a bitch, son. Yeah, blow your Daddy. Show Daddy how good you suck cock. Make Daddy happy. He likes to get sucked, boy. 

Get that tongue under there. Clean that cheese out. Eat it. That's your dinner. Get me wet. Dripping. Ain't got no lube, son, so it's what your mouth can--

Ah, fuck. Nice. You're gettin' used to it. Fuck, you're throat's like velvet. Like your Mom's cunt. Work those pretty lips, boy. Work your Daddy. Make him feel good.

Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Blow me.

(whispered:)  Oh yeah, little Kevin. Take you into the back yard, climb up into your tree house, unzip my jeans and let my meat flop out. Touch your Daddy, hold him. Yeah, see how it gets big and long? That means Daddy likes you. Let's do something special, Kevin. Something only Daddies and their special sons can do. Yeah, did ya know you can milk your Daddy? Yeah, Daddy makes really good milk. Now, put your mouth on it. All the way down. Oh boy. You got it. You got it all. Now move up and down. Like that. You're a good boy. Shit, Kevin, shit. You're doing things to Daddy--

Stop. Stop. Get off.

Shit. That was close.

Nah, nothin' with him. And won't. Probably. But I think--

OK, stand up. Turn around.

Let Daddy touch your butt. Like how I rub it, Kevin? You know why I do that? 'Cause you got a real pretty butt. See, Daddy likes butts. There's just something about butt. Especially young butt. Slim waist, nice curves, hard muscles. I like watchin' you swim, Kevin. I like watchin' you manhandle a kayak into the river. I wanna see you make a three-pointer on the court. You make Daddy want to come up behind you, like this, and grab you around the waist, like this, and pull you too me, like this, and feel your body, so smooth, against mine.

There's a nasty game we can play. But it's only for us guys. You can't tell anyone about this. No one, not even your Mom.

What is it? You feel that thing? Yeah, that bulge? Against your butt? Ya know what it is, Kevin? Yeah, it's something that's gonna make you feel good, Kevin.

Turn around. Up against the wall. Yeah, it's dirty. It's all about dirt, son. 

Oh yeah. Fuckin' awesome.

Yeah, let me open these up again. Fuck, boy, you're hoppin' around. Shit, not even your Mommy's that horny. That little pucker's winkin'. Winkin' at me. Yeah.

Let me kiss it.

(soft slurping sounds)

Tastes nice, son. Orangey. A little salty. Oh yeah. Open it up. Yeah. Let me get up--

(soft slurping sounds)  You keep moanin' like that they're gonna let the guys in the city jail out to fuck ya silly, son.

I wanna see this tight little butt in some nice Jockeys, Kevin. Would ya do that for me sometime? Let me come in your room when your changing clothes, when your just in your underwear, tight white underwear like a wedding dress, and let me touch you, and pull them down, and kneel, and put my tongue here--

(soft slurping sounds)

You sound like you're hot enough. 'Nuff of this. Time. It's time.

Oh yeah. So fuckin' pretty. Nice, boy. Nice. Squeeze it. Yeah. I wanna bust that hole open, boy. Wanna hear you screamin'. Wanna hear Mommy poundin' on the door, wantin' to know why little Kevin's screamin', wanna see those brown curls in the moonlight, sweaty, from behind, while I'm on top of ya, son, and I'm rammin, and Mommy's yellin', and you're yellin', and it's just another night on Cinnabar Street, maa-maa we're all crazee now--

Heh. You twitched. Yeah, got a lot of hair on my chest. It drives the boys wild when they feel it on their backs. Like they're gettin' mounted by a silverback gorilla. Or a sasquatch. Yeah, I think it's the sasquatch thing. Yeah. Too much X-Files. 

Nice hips. Made to be held.

Jumped again. Ya know what's comin', don't ya? You know it's gonna hurt bad, Kevin. Real bad.

(whispered:) You love Daddy, right, so you'll let him do it, right? 

Let me rub ya. Let me hump ya. Yeah, a big hot cock's in your buttcrack. Yeah, Kevin, this is the game. Yeah, it's fuckin' serious. Yeah, it's scary. But it's fun. Let me show ya. Slides real easy, don't it? Yeah. 

Fuck this bullshit. Let me get it in ya.

Gonna breed ya, son. 

Got it against your hole.

Gonna breed ya, son. Like hillbillies do. Yeah. Something special. Squeal. Squeal. Like a pig!

(screaming)

Ah, that's nice.

(screaming)

More.

(screaming)

That's what Daddy wants to hear.

You're a man now.

Feel that weight? Feel those big hairy things on the backside of your ballsack? That's your Daddy's nuts. Fuck. Heavy. Hard. (panting) Shit. Good damn. Kevin, you're tight. Fucking tightest thing I've ever bred.




Pillow Talk



Didja know I cheat on your Mom? Yeah, I cheat on her with my kids.

Fuck.

Let me stroke ya.

(screaming)

It hurts, yeah, but it feels so fuckin' good.

Let me move.

Don't try to get away, slut, don't try and get away, you're my son, you're my bitch, I'm gonna ride ya till ya break--

Shit. Good.

Quit cryin'.

Yeah.

Like that.

Again.

Take it.

Oh yeah. Rammin' my boy. Rammin' him hard. Fuckin' dirty Daddy at work. Yeah. Shit. Shit. Yeah. You like it when Daddy gets in the bathtub with ya, boy, ya like it when he turns ya round, ya like how the soap feels when he rubs it there--

Take it.

Turn that ass up, bitch. Yeah, spread those cheeks. Oh, yeah, you want it now, yeah, you can't get enough of it.

Fuck, I wanna get you to straddle your bike and then I wanna fuck you from behind. Oh, son, there's so much dirty shit we can do together. In the garage. Yeah. And I can fuck you when I get home from work, yeah, you on the couch, yeah, watching dirty porn, yeah, in your Jockeys, yeah, and Daddy comes home all hot and sweaty, yeah, and he touches you, yeah, bathing suit area, yeah, and you give it up, yeah, and you show Daddy you love him. Daddy wants to sniff your jerseys and your catcher's mitt and your jockstrap and the Kleenex you wipe your cum with--

Squeeze that cunt, son. Squeeze. You're cummin'. Shoot it. Yell! Scream! Boy, ain't no one for miles, fucking let it go. Yeah, like that. Roar like a fucking lion. Yeah, Daddy's rammin' your guts, yeah boy, your spunk's flying everywhere. I can smell it. Daddy smells your cum. You smell like my jockstrap, son, yeah one of Daddy's funky jockstraps. 

Smells like your bed, boy, after I've molested you in the night.

OK, boy, this is for me.

Don't try and get away. Quit it. Stop. You ain't leavin' Daddy with blue balls. No more teasin'. You hot little bitch. Prancing round the house in your jockeys. Mowing the lawn. Laying on your belly, watchin' Oz on the TV, squirmin'. Sunnin' yourself at the beach, in those trunks. Comin' out of the water, with them clingin' to your body. In the bathroom, shavin' that fuzz off your face you think is a beard but ain't nothin' like what I've got.

You're smooth, son, but not soft, and I like that. Like velvet over marble. Yeah. A pretty boy.

I'm in your butt. Daddy's in his boy's butt. Daddy's strokin' his boy's butt with his big long cock. Yeah, it's a big cock. You about died the first time you tried to take it. Remember? Remember the first time, Kevin, when I bent you over the sink in the bathroom and rammed you hard--

You gotta let Daddy finish. Quit squirmin'.

Pulled that towel down, and there were those two cheeks and that little starfish, and my tongue touched you, and you gasped--

Bitch, I'll get rough!

Who the fuck do you think you are, son? I'm you're goddamned Daddy. If I wanna fuck that hot tight cunt I'll fuck it. You'll take it. Who gives a fuck if you got your nut? You gotta wait. You gotta let Daddy do this to you. It'll hurt Daddy if you don't let him cum in ya, don't ya know that?

Yeah, pay attention. When Daddy's horny, don't piss him off.

Let me drill that ass. Yeah. Like that. Longcockin' my boy. Oh yeah. I hear you squish, down there. Heh, and ya fart too. It ain't easy taking big cocks, boy, but you can do it. Quit whining, you'll love it when I'm done. Everyone likes a big cocked Daddy on a sweaty night. You like your Daddy, don't you? You like sweaty nights, 'cause you know it makes Daddy crazy, and he takes it out on you, and--

Get into it. Yeah. Move those hips. Here. Let Daddy wipe your tears. Yeah, it hurts, but it hurts good, don't it? You just move your hips on your Daddy's prong. He needs it really bad.

Ah shit. Can't take it. Do ya love Daddy, son, do ya love your Daddy, Kevin?

Son. Sweet-assed son.

I feel your heartbeat, son, your heartbeat on my cock.

Don't move.

Don't move.

Don't fucking move you sweet-assed whore.

Holy fuckin' shit. Holy fuckin' shit. Daddy's shootin' that stuff, he's breedin' you, he's making a man out of you, yeah, take Daddy's milk, yeah you fucking slut, yeah, you're gonna leak this in your jeans, yeah, Daddy's slime, yeah, the slime he made you with, fuckin' inbreedin' like a hillbilly in springtime. Inbreedin'! I'm inbreedin' my own boy!

(roaring)

* * *

(crickets)

Shit. Shit.

That was good, kid. A good one. You earned it.

Fuck, I think I need to sit down. Christ. 

Nah, I don't smoke. Where's my pants?

Sure...let me get my wallet. Here. And a tip. 

You hang out there a lot?

Cool. See ya next weekend. (chuckle)  Got a brother?