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Indiscretions Ch. 01

By: D.C. Roi



Passion In James County IX: Indiscretions

Chapter one

Tom Singleton abandoned himself to the kiss and wrapped his arms around the woman named Alison. Their mouths opened and their tongues lashed while their aroused bodies strained against each other. Tom's cock felt so hard he was afraid it would tear a hole in his jeans.

At last the kiss ended. Tom and Alison, who had met just a short time before, stood in front of the door to a motel room, flushed and breathing hard, staring into each other's eyes. Tom couldn't believe this was really happening. Nothing like it had ever happened to him before! He was happily married, but here he was, about to go to bed with a woman he barely knew!

"Would...would you like to come in?" Alison asked, her voice so soft Tom barely heard her. She seemed as anguished about what their situation as he was.

Tom, unable to talk, nodded. He stood there, his emotions a complete jumble, while Alison fished her key out of her purse and unlocked the door. She got the door open, glanced at him again, then walked into the room.

Tom followed the woman into her room. He pushed the door closed behind him and locked it. Before he could move, the slim woman was in his arms again. Once more her lips pressed against his and her tongue lashed into his mouth, fanning his smoldering passion into a wildfires of need.

Tom cupped Alison's firm buttocks in his hands and pulled her against him. She moaned into his mouth softly as the kiss continued.

Clumsily, Tom shuffled toward the big bed in the center of the room, carrying the woman with him. When he reached the bed, he set her down. She began opening the buttons of his shirt while he, with trembling fingers, attempted to undo the buttons down the front of her dress.

The lights weren't on, so Tom couldn't see much, but what he felt when his companion's clothes came off was soft, warm flesh. It felt wonderful! She was the first woman - other than his wife - Tom had undressed in many years and the sensations he experienced as he touched her bare skin were unbearably arousing.

Alison caressed Tom lightly as she stripped his clothes off, arousing him more and more. His cock felt as if it was hard enough to drill cement.

They fell onto the bed. Tom landed on top of the woman and felt her hand searching between them. Then she grasped his cock and positioned the tip at her opening.

Tom lowered his hips, sinking his cock into her. As he did, exquisite sensations washed over him. Alison's slim legs locked behind his and she strained off the bed, clearly demonstrating her urgency and excitement. Tom was experiencing a level of passion he hadn't felt in years as, her vagina, cauldron-hot and rippling, gripped his cock.

Neither of them had spoken a word since they entered the motel room, and they remained silent, save for passionate gasps and grunts, as their bodies struggled, seeking release.

"Now!!! Oh, God!!! Nowwwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!! I can't wait!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Alison moaned, shattering the silence. Her body stiffened and began to jerk. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her fingers dug into Tom's bottom as he drove into her with powerful movements of his hips.

The contractions of the woman's vagina around Tom's throbbing cock invoked an answering reaction from him. "Yeahhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he groaned, pumping gobs and gobs of hot cream into her welcoming nook, convulsing with delight.

His passion spent, Tom rolled off Alison and lay next to her, not sure what to do or say now that they had done what they came to do. Guilt at having cheated on his wife filled his mind, but the guilt paled compared to the wonders of the experience he just had.

Alison got up, picked Tom's shirt from the floor, slipped into it, then she walked to the bathroom.

Tom didn't know what to do. Was she having the same feelings of guilt he was? Should he leave? How was he going to face her? How was he going to face his wife? How had he gotten himself in this situation in the first place?

Tom worked as manager on a large farm outside Jamestown. In addition to his work on the farm, he had a horse transportation business. A delivery to a distant state required that he be away from home overnight. And he made the trip alone, something he rarely did.

Usually either his son or wife accompanied him. His son, Tom, Jr. had just started college and someone had to make sure things got done around the farm he managed, so his wife, Melissa had to stay home, too.

After delivering the horse, Tom checked into a small motel. After he ate dinner in the motel's restaurant, he was bored, so he decided to have a beer at a small roadhouse next to the motel. He walked into the smoky, noisy establishment, sat down at the bar, and ordered a beer. He turned around and leaned against the bar, sipping his beer, listening to the music played by the small country band the bar had playing of country, and watching people dance.

Tom was uncomfortable. He'd never been much for going to bars, and was beginning to wonder why he'd come to this one. Then she walked up and sat on the bar stool next to him. He looked at the woman and, suddenly, he felt tense, very tense. He had no idea why.

The woman sitting next to him wore a pale green shirtwaist dress that buttoned down the front. A belt made of the same material as the dress encircled her trim waist. Tom thought it was one of the prettiest dresses he'd ever seen.

The woman sipped her drink, then picked up her cigarette. She inhaled, then let smoke trail out of her mouth. She looked over at Tom and smiled. An avid non-smoker, he startled that he found the woman's movements very sexy.

"Hi," the woman said. Her voice was soft and smooth.

"Ah...hi," Tom replied. "Do...do you come here often?"

The woman shook her head and her hair danced. "It's my first time," she replied. Another puff, another cloud of smoke. She smiled at him. "My name is Alison Doubleday."

"Tom Singleton," he replied. "Nice to meet you. Country music...it's...it's really getting popular, isn't it?" Tom realized their conversation was a bit stilted and wondered if she was as nervous as he was.

"Yeah," she agreed. "I like country, but I hate rock and roll, especially the stuff that passes for music these days."

"I've always liked country," Tom said, "I guess you could say it's my kind of music."

Alison smiled. Tom found her smile one of the most fascinating he'd ever seen. He wasn't sure how old she was. Her face was hard to figure; she wasn't overly attractive but she had an appealing smile. She also had a slim, almost girlish body, and her breasts were smaller than Tom usually liked. Her hair was long and lightly waved, and was either graying or heavily frosted.

"You married?" she asked.

Tom nodded. "Yeah," he said, "long time now. I'm about ready to pass the point of no return."

The woman looked puzzled. "What's the point of no return?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," Tom said. He realized she had no way of knowing what he was talking about. "I'm sorry, it's the point at which I've been married longer than I was single. I hit it on my next birthday."

"Do you have any children?" she asked.

"Ah...one, just one," Tom replied. "Tom, Junior. He just started college."

"I've got two, a boy and a girl," she said. She smiled. "You know, you really don't look old enough to have a son in college, or..." She chuckled softly. "...to have reached the point of no return." As she talked, she tapped her fingers on the bar, keeping time with the band. Her voice was soft, slightly husky, and to Tom, sounded very sexy.

Tom sipped his beer. He didn't normally drink much. He was on his second beer and was already beginning to feel the effects. The music was inviting, and a lot of people were dancing. "What's the harm in a dance or two?" he thought. "Would you like to dance, Alison?" he asked. He thought his voice sounded funny and wondered if she noticed.

"Sure, I'd love to," Alison said. She stubbed out her cigarette and slid off the stool. Tom, a bit surprised that she'd agreed to dance with him, did likewise. They walked to the dance floor and looked at each other.

Alison gave him a warm smile and stepped into his arms. When she did, her body brushed against Tom, whose insides reacted immediately. That was something that hadn't happened to him in a very long time, not even when he danced with his wife. Of course, he couldn't remember the last time he and Melissa had been dancing.

He was careful not to let the swelling at his groin hit Alison's leg as they moved around the dance floor in time to the music. He was having a nice time and didn't want to spoil it by getting his companion angry.

Alison was a wonderful dancer and the song didn't last as long as Tom would have liked it to. But, fortunately for him, the band immediately began playing another number, so they stayed on the floor. This time, their bodies brushed as they moved around in time with the music.

It was getting more and more difficult for Tom to conceal the swollen shaft in his pants because Alison was pressing tighter and tighter against him the longer they danced. Her head lay on his chest and her soft hair tickled his face. The clean scent of her perfume wafted up into his nose. If they spent much more time dancing this close, he was positive he'd have to do something to relieve tension when he got back to his room.

They talked as they danced and Tom learned that Alison had recently left her husband. She was on her way home from a job-hunting trip. They were, it turned out, both staying in the motel next door. Long before he wanted the night to end, the band leader announced the next dance would be the last one.

Disappointed, Tom walked back to the bar with Alison. She held his hand as they did. Tom was both excited and confused. "Is it possible she might...?" he wondered. No way! It was just the mood they were in.

"That was fun," Alison said softly when they sat down. "I wish they weren't stopping. Since I left my husband, I haven't dated much. Guys aren't that interested in a woman with the two kids. And I really like to dance."

"Melissa, my wife, and I don't go dancing much, either," Tom said. "We keep saying we ought to, but it seems one or the other of us always has something to do, you know?"

"I sure do," Alison replied, stifling a yawn. "I guess I ought to get some sleep," she said, "I've got to get going early tomorrow."

"Yeah, I do, too," Tom said. He hated to see his evening with Alison end, but it looked like that was inevitable now. They left the bar, walked back to the motel, and started down the hallway to their rooms.

"You're a good dancer," Tom said, trying to make conversation, to extend the wonderful mood.

"You aren't so bad, either," Alison replied. Once again, her hand found his, squeezed it and she smiled at him.

Tom was experiencing a lot of inner turmoil. His erection had softened only a little, and he was glad his jeans were loose.

They arrived at Alison's room, stopped, and turned to face each other. Tom didn't know what to do or say. Did she want him to make a move? If he made a pass at her and she didn't want him to, what would she do? He'd been watching her carefully, trying to figure out whether she wanted him to make a pass or not, but couldn't decide.

He stood there, continuing to ponder what to do. If he made a pass and she didn't want him to, would she make a scene, accuse him of rape, or something? He decided to play it safe and took a deep breath. "I...I, ah, I had a good time tonight, Alison," he said, his voice raspy.

"I did, too," she replied. "It was more fun than I've had in a long time." She still held his hand, and gave it a soft squeeze as she spoke.

The squeeze added to the confusion Tom was feeling. Was he imagining things or was her voice softer and sexier than it had been before? And she had squeezed his hand. Why?

Alison moved closer, looking up at him, smiling. Her eyes were wide, her lips were slightly parted, and she seemed to be breathing hard. Her hand again squeezed his softly.

Tom took another deep breath. What the hell? What harm was there in a friendly good night kiss? He bent and did just that, totally unprepared for what happened next.

When their lips met, fire and feelings flashed through him with an urgency unlike anything he had felt in a long, long time. Alison pressed against him, moaning softly into his mouth. Her arms encircled him, pulling him against her.

What happened after that was now history.

A few minutes later, Alison emerged from the bathroom, walked to where she'd dropped her purse, took out her cigarettes and lighter, then she sat down on the bed next to Tom cross-legged. She lit a cigarette, inhaled the smoke and blew it out. Then she leaned over and kissed Tom softly. Her hand stroked his face lightly. "That was wonderful, Tom," she whispered.

"It was, wasn't it?" Tom replied. "The minute I saw you, I thought you were, ah, very attractive," he admitted. "I...I sure didn't expect this to happen, though."

"I didn't, either," she said. "I...I didn't plan this but I'm not sorry it happened."

"I'm not, either," Tom replied. He knew that, even though there could be dire consequences from what he'd done, he wasn't sorry he and Alison had made love.

"I...I haven't slept with anyone since I left my husband," Alison said softly.

Tom looked at her, finding her extremely lovely in the glow entering the room from floodlights outside the hotel. Her bare, slim, smooth legs were near his face. She hadn't buttoned the shirt, so he could see the under slopes of her breasts. They were small, but nicely shaped, and she had fantastic nipples. He continued to gaze at her, trying to accept the fact that they had actually made love. As he did, he felt passion once more begin to awaken. He rolled on his side and began stroking one of her legs, keeping his touch feather-light.

Alison looked down at him and smiled. She drew on her cigarette and let the smoke trail out.

"Do you want me to go to my room?" he asked.

Alison took another drag on her cigarette and shook her head as she exhaled smoke. "The damage has already been done," she replied. She smiled and shrugged. "What's the point?" She stubbed out her cigarette, slid under the covers, and rolled on her side to face him. As she did, her breasts moved enticingly.

Eagerly, Tom pushed the shirt open, took one of her nipples between his lips and sucked the semi-hard nubbin of flesh deep into his mouth. Alison groaned softly and her hands slid into his hair.

"God, I love that!" she murmured as Tom suckled her. "It makes my stomach feel all funny! I haven't felt like that in so long!"

Her words were music to Tom's ears, and he avidly continued, moving his mouth from one breast to the other, suckling as if he were an infant who hadn't eaten in ages. The buds of flesh grew hard and firm and stood out proudly from the smooth flesh surrounding them.

While Tom suckled her, his hands slid over her body, exploring, searching. She was a woman, just like his wife, but she felt different. The sensations he experienced as his hand moved over her soft, warm flesh were different and far more exciting than any he'd known in a long time. What he was doing might be terribly wrong, but it felt marvelous!

Tom finally abandoned Alison's breasts, leaving her rigid nipples glistening with wetness, and began kissing her body. Her belly was softly rounded and showed faint stretch marks. He kissed them and heard her purr with delight as his lips continued their journey.

"Gahhhhh!!! Yesss!!! Yessss!!!!" Alison groaned, rolling onto her back, her body moving more and more insistently as his lips and hands roamed it.

His hand went between her legs and slid upward. She gasped when he began toying with her still-wet vagina. A finger slid easily into her and her back arched in response.

Her moans grew louder. "Yess!!! Yessss!!!" she cried. "God, Yes!!"

Tom's lips were approaching her dark mass of tightly curled pubic hair. His lips moved through it and her movements became more and more furious.

"Eat me!!! Oh, Yes!!! Eat me!!!" Alison mewled.

Tom did, bringing loud cries of delight from her. As his tongue lashed her clit and his finger slithered in and out of her well-lubricated opening and her body went wild. His cock, re-awakened, pressed against her leg.

"Oh, Jesus!! I'm...I'm gonna come!!! Oh, Christ!!!!" Alison cried suddenly. Her back arched even more. Tom felt her shudder and heard her wails of ecstasy.

"Gahhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she wailed. Her body jolted wildly, smearing their mixed juices all over his face as she bucked and twisted through another orgasm.

When Alison began to calm, Tom rolled her onto her belly, pulled her hips up, then he plunged his cock into her still-quivering opening.

"Yesss!!! Oh, Yessss!!!" Alison cried, pressing back against him. "I need you!!! Take me!!! Please!!!"

Tom drove into her powerfully, his cock surging deep into her, his thighs slapping hers. He reached under her, took a breast in each hand, and squeezed them, the nipples jutting between his fingers, tantalizing her.

"Can't...I can't stand it!!! Feels so good!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!" Alison grunted as he hammered into her. "Oh, Jesus!!! I...I'm gonna...I'm gonna do it!!! Ag...again!!! It's gonna happen again!!! Now!!! Now!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Me, toooooooo!!!!" Tom roared, jetting his torrid cream into her.

Sated, they collapsed onto the bed. Tom pulled his softening cock out of Alison and they rolled into each other's arms.

Alison kissed him fervently. "God! I haven't felt this satisfied in ages!" she whispered, breathless. "Don't go back to your room. I want to wake up with you next to me!"

Tom kissed her back. "I was hoping you'd say that," he replied.

They pulled the covers up and, locked in each other's arms, were soon asleep.

Indiscretions Ch. 02



Passion In James County IX: Indiscretions

Chapter two

"I think we've got things pretty well under control for now, Mitch," Melissa Singleton told Mitch Hathaway, the man her husband, Tom, hired after their teenage son and Donna, a girl who also worked on the farm, left to go to college.

Mitch was a rugged, handsome, friendly man of about thirty, with a head full of curly brown hair. He was also a hard worker. Melissa's husband was away, delivering a horse, and Melissa and Mitch had been left to take care of things on the farm until Tom got back the next day.

Mitch looked at his employer's wife. Melissa Singleton was a damn good-looking woman. She was about ten years older than he was, but didn't look it. She was tall, had a wild mass of curly light-brown hair, and looked like she was in excellent physical condition. She had on a sweatshirt and snug-fitting jeans. Since they'd been working hard, Melissa was sweating and her sweatshirt was clinging to her upper body in interesting ways.

"If you want to take off, you can, Mitch," Melissa said. "I'm beat, I'm going to try to watch TV, but I'll probably fall asleep."

"You sure you don't want me to hang around?" Mitch asked. "What with Mr. Singleton being gone and all, I wouldn't mind. I could sleep in the bunk room in the barn."

"It's sweet of you to offer, Mitch," Melissa said, "but you don't have to. Jennifer and Alex are staying in the big house tonight. They're leaving for Europe in the morning."

Jennifer was Jennifer McIntyre Martin, who owned the farm. Alex was her husband, head of the detective division of the Jamestown Police Department.

"Must be nice," Mitch said. "I'd love to go to Europe and see what it's like."

"I suppose it is," Melissa said.

"Well, if you're sure you'll be OK," Mitch said, "I'm gonna take off."

"See you tomorrow, Mitch," Melissa said. She turned and started for the manager's house.

Mitch watched her walk away from him for a while, then he sighed, climbed into his truck, and headed for town.

"Why the hell do I get myself all hot and bothered thinking about Melissa?" Mitch thought as he drove along, listening to the sounds of country music coming from his pickup's radio. "She's as happily married as a person can get. I ought to find someone who isn't!" He laughed. "Isn't married or isn't happy, doesn't really matter, does it?"

By the time he got to town, he was hungry, so he stopped at a little diner he often visited. The diner's prices were reasonable and the food was excellent. He parked in the parking lot, went inside, and took a seat on one of the stools at the counter. It was late afternoon, between the lunch and dinner rush hours, so the diner was almost empty.

"What would you like?" the lady behind the counter asked.

Mitch studied her. She was about his age and fairly attractive. She was short, but had a very good shape, a fact not hidden by the snug jeans she was wearing. Her frosted brown hair was cut very short.

"I'll have a cheeseburger with bacon, fries, and a cola," Mitch said.

"Coming right up," the woman replied. She got a hamburger patty out of a cooler, put it on the grille, and dropped some fries into the deep fryer.

"Traveling through?" she asked Mitch while the food cooked.

"Actually, no, I just moved to town a few weeks ago," he replied. "I'm surprised I haven't seen you here before. I eat here a lot. Food here's really good."

"Thank you for saying so," the woman said. "My husband and I run this place. I've been away for a few weeks. My sister was sick and I went to take care of her. Do you work around here?"

"I'm a farm hand and horse wrangler on the McIntyre Farm," Mitch said.

"No kidding?" the woman said. She turned and flipped the hamburger, put a slice of cheese on it, and lifted the fry basket out of the fat and hung it on a rack to drain. Then she put the hamburger roll on the grille to toast. She turned back to Mitch. "We, my husband and I, we have a place outside of town," she said. "I've been thinking about getting a horse or two. I'm just not sure what we'd need to do to our place if we got some horses."

"You have a farm?" Mitch asked.

"Not really," she replied, flushing a little. "We have a lot of property, though, so we could build a barn, I guess."

"If you need some advice, maybe I could help," Mitch said. He noticed the rosy color on her face and wondered. "I've worked with horses all my life. I could probably tell you what you need, and probably where to get it. Any time you want, just give me a call."

"Ah...well," the woman hesitated, then she turned quickly to the grille. She picked up a spatula, put his burger on the bun, put the sandwich on a plate, and then dumped the fries next to it. She turned and set the plate on the counter in front of Mitch. After that, she walked down behind the counter, drew his cola, and placed that in front of him, too.

"I...I wouldn't want to impose on you, you know," she said.

"It wouldn't be an imposition," Mitch said. "I think it would kind of be fun to design a place from scratch."

"Uh...well, ah, my husband, you know, ah, he comes in about six and takes over until we close at midnight," she said. "If you, you know, wanted to come out say, oh, maybe six-thirty or so today, if you're sure I wouldn't be imposing on..."

"No problem," Mitch said. "I was just going to go home and zoo out in front of the TV anyhow. Might as well do something productive, right?" He took a bite of his burger. "Where do you live?"

She told him, then turned to wait on another customer. When she returned to put another hamburger on the grille, she smiled at Mitch and looked a little flustered. He didn't say anything, just smiled back at her. When he finished his meal he got up, paid his check, told her he'd see her at six-thirty, and left.

"I can't believe this!" Mitch thought when he got in his pickup. It looked like he was going to have better luck with women in Jamestown than he thought. The attractive woman in the diner had invited him to her house. And she'd done it in such a way that it was clear her husband wouldn't be home. She said she wanted help deciding how she and her husband could set their place up to raise a few horses. "Yeah, right!" Mitch thought. He turned onto the road she'd indicated, and headed for her house.

Back at the diner, Bonnie Markham, the woman Mitch had talked to, was having second thoughts about what she'd done. How could she have asked a strange man to come to her house to help her decide how to set it up for horses when she'd never even considered buying a horse?

What had she done such a stupid thing? Sure, she and her husband Bill were having problems, but was that reason enough to do what she'd done?

Just then, her husband walked in the front door of the diner. "Hi, babe!" he said.

"Hi, Bill," Bonnie replied. She finished making up the order she was working on and placed it in front of the customer.

Bill walked over to Cindy, the attractive blonde waitress who was working the evening shift. "Hi, sweetie, I guess it's you and me tonight, huh?" he said.

Cindy, who wasn't married, but had a child at home, giggled and laughed. "Yeah, honey, I guess it is," she replied.

Bonnie bit her lip. "I can't remember the last time Bill flirted with me," she thought bitterly.

Bonnie had given Mitch good directions. He found her home with no trouble. Located on a side road, it sat at the end of a long, tree-lined driveway. No chance of any neighbors noticing a strange vehicle. The closest house was a half-mile or more away.

Mitch pulled into the driveway and parked in front of a two-car garage attached to a white clapboard two-story house. He was pretty sure the woman who lived here wasn't interested in talking about horses, but he wasn't concerned. Whatever her problem was, he'd be happy to service it. Or her.

Bonnie was, at that minute, driving home slowly. She still found it hard to believe she'd invited a strange man to her house when her husband wasn't at home.

"What, exactly, were you thinking when you invited him?" she asked herself. "Maybe he won't show up," she mused hopefully.

"Maybe he will, then what?" an inner voice countered. "You saw him admiring your ass, you know what he wants."

She shook her head. "If he's there, I'll just ask him to leave," she thought.

"Before or after you let him fuck you?" the inner voice retorted.

Bonnie turned into her driveway and suddenly found it hard to breathe. A pickup truck was sitting front of the garage! She pulled up next to the truck and saw Mitch, who smiled and waved, sitting in it. She shut off the engine and sat in her car, her mind spinning. What was she going to do? Why had she put herself in this position?

Mitch got out of his truck, walked around to the woman's car and stood by the driver's door, waiting for the woman to get out. It was obvious she was nervous.

Finally, Bonnie opened the door and stepped out, looking at the man nervously. "Ah...look...I..." she stammered. "I...I'm sorry I..."

Mitch stepped closer to her. "You aren't really planning to get horses, are you?" he asked. He could see how skittish she looked and figured the longer he waited, the less chance he had of getting what he wanted. Knowing there were risks involved, he took action.

"Ah...no, um, I...I'm..." Bonnie stammered. She never finished what she intended to say because her words were stifled by the man's warm lips covering hers. His strong arms went around her and he pulled her against him.

Despite her misgivings, Bonnie felt her insides burst into flame as the man's strong, hard body pressed against hers and his tongue slid between her lips. With a groan, she wrapped her arms around him, pushed against him, and began lashing his tongue with hers. She felt as if she were melting.

When the kiss ended, Bonnie stepped back, panting, and looked at the man. He wasn't bad-looking, and seemed a decent sort. Still, she couldn't let him...

"There is a problem you want me to help you with, isn't there?" Mitch asked the flushed, breathless woman.

"Uh...yes...I mean, no," Bonnie replied, hugging herself. Now was the time to tell him to leave, before things got out of hand.

"I think I know what it is, and I'd love to help you with it," Mitch said. Smiling, he moved toward her and reached for her again.

"Uh...no, ah..." Bonnie stammered. Her protest was halted when his arms went around her and pulled her to him and his lips once more covered hers. She felt his hands grip her bottom and press her against him.

Having the man's hands on her bottom felt so good it almost made Bonnie faint. She loved having her bottom touched and her husband touched her there in what seemed like ages. She was becoming more aroused than she'd been in a long, long time!

She felt the man's hardness pressing against her belly and, for a second, heard warning alarms sounding in her mind again. She had to stop this now, before she lost control and wound up doing something she'd regret!

Despite the frantic alarms, her arms slid around his neck and pulled him to her, while her tongue slid between his lips.

While Mitch's lips were mashed against the woman's and his tongue was lashing in her mouth, he slid his hands between them, opened her jeans, and pushed them and the cotton panties she wore down over her legs. He was surprised when the woman offered no resistance. She continued to clutch him, kept kissing him, and groaned into his mouth.

Bonnie couldn't believe he'd taken her pants down! And that she had permitted him to do it in front of her house, in broad daylight! Her mind screamed for her to stop him, but she couldn't. Her body was on fire and all she seemed able to do was hang on to him and lash her tongue in his mouth while he did awful, wonderful things to her.

She felt his hands go to her bare bottom and lift her, then her flesh contacted the smooth, warm, metal of the hood of her car.

After he placed the woman on her car, Mitch opened his pants, fished out his cock, then he pulled her to him, thrusting it up and into her sodden opening. He heard her gasp and felt her shudder when he slid into her.

He was fucking her! Bonnie was stunned. Before she realized what the man had in mind, or could make a move to stop him, he had her naked from the waist down, sitting on the hood of her car, and was fucking her! She didn't know his name, but what she did know--as she moaned and gasped and shook--was that he was making her feel better than she'd felt in ages!

"Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!" she whimpered as the man's cock jabbed into her furiously. Why didn't Bill ever do something like this? Why did he...her capacity for lucid thought was swept away by the powerful sensations evoked by the stranger's plunging cock.

"Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!! Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!! Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!! Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!" Bonnie groaned as she came. She clutched the stranger, quaking. Then she felt his hot cream spurting into her, bathing her with fire. "Mmmmmmmmmmmpppphhhhhhh!!!! Mmmmmmmmmppphhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Her moans continued as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced swept through her.

"Gahhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Mitch groaned when his passion unleashed.

Bonnie heard the man's groan of pleasure. His thrusting hips slid her back and forth on the smooth metal surface of the car and his fingers dug into her bottom.

When he finished, Mitch held the limp woman in his arms as his cock softened and slid from her. Screwing her on her car had been incredible, but he didn't want to stop at just this once.

Bonnie was so spent she couldn't move. She leaned against the stranger, her naked bottom on the car, her legs on either side of his, their juices seeping onto the waxed metal surface of the hood. Her head was lying on his shoulder and her arms were still draped around his neck. She'd never been fucked better! Finally, she lifted her head and looked at him.

"My name's Mitch Hathaway," he said, smiling.

"I...I'm Bonnie...Bonnie Markham," she said weakly. She wasn't sure what was happening to her, or why. She'd just allowed a stranger to fuck her on the hood of her car, in front of her house, and it had been wonderful!

Mitch lifted Bonnie off the car and lowered her to her feet. He bent and picked up her jeans and purse. "Why don't we go inside?" he suggested.

"Ah...I...I guess so," Bonnie replied. Feeling terribly exposed, she walked ahead of him, toward the door of the house. She wished she'd put her jeans back on. She felt shameless walking half-naked in front of a man she'd met just hours earlier.

Mitch watched Bonnie's delightful bottom move as she walked in front of him. She was one of the finest pieces of ass he'd ever encountered!

When she was inside the house, Bonnie, unsure what to do or where to go, stopped, turned, and looked at Mitch, questions in her eyes.

"Where's your bedroom?" Mitch asked. He sensed he had to remain in control and not give her too much time to think about what was happening.

Bonnie nodded toward the hallway behind her. "It's...ah...it's down there," she said. 

Mitch scooped her up in his arms and carried her down the hallway. Her bottom was warm and slick with the juices of their outdoor coupling. Her head fell against his shoulder, her hair tickled his cheek. There was a faint smell of hamburgers and grease about her.

Bonnie trembled as the man who'd introduced himself as Mitch carried her toward the bedroom she'd shared with no one but her husband Bill until then. She had a hard time comprehending what had taken place since she'd arrived home and was desperately trying to get herself under control. This was so wrong!

Mitch laid her gently on the bed, sat down next to her, and began unbuttoning her red sleeveless blouse. Bonnie watched him, her eyes wide, but made no attempt to stop him. When the blouse was undone, he slid his hands under her and unhooked her bra, then he removed the two garments.

Mitch studied Bonnie for a second. She was flushed, her chest was heaving and there was puzzlement in her eyes. She had a nice shape, with small breasts that sagged into themselves, but her nipples, which were beginning to emerge from her areolas, were large and thick. Her body was firm, her legs strong and well-formed. Her middle was covered by a luxuriant mass of curly brown hair which showed traces of gray. Mitch bent and sucked one of her nipples between his lips.

Bonnie groaned and arched against him. She couldn't get her thoughts together. He'd taken her clothes off!! She had to stop him! He was staring at her, his eyes hot, surveying her body! She couldn't allow this to go on! It was wrong! But then he began sucking one of her nipples, bliss rocketed through her and she knew she was lost. She'd do anything he wanted! Anything!

Mitch's hands and lips moved over Bonnie, exploring, teasing, evoking continuing moans of bliss. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow and her hips were rocking gently. He loved the way she was responding to his touch! This was one hot woman!

"Yesssssss!!!!!" Bonnie cried when Mitch's hand slid between her legs he started toying with her clit. She couldn't believe she was this hot again! This never happened when she and her husband made love. Of course, Bill never kept making love to her after he'd come, but...

"Gahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned. Mitch was kissing her belly! It had been so long since Bill had done that. Mitch's tongue was sliding through her pubic mat now, and her body was shivering with exhilaration.

Mitch continued to minister to Bonnie's quivering physique. His hands slid up and down her shapely legs while his mouth moved across her gently rounded belly, into the dark mass of her pubic hair. He felt tremors go through her, heard her moans of joy, and continued. His tongue found the swollen bud of her clit and flicked it from side to side.

"Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!! Oh!!!!! Oh!!!!! Oh!!!!!!" Bonnie whimpered while Mitch's tongue lashed delight into her. Her hips bucked in time with his tongue and her hands clutched and began to squeeze her breasts. She couldn't believe this was happening! Or that it felt this wonderful!

Mitch slid his hand between Bonnie's legs and shoved two fingers into her quivering vagina. She groaned and squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand in her middle. Still, his tongue drove down, lashing her clitoris.

Bonnie couldn't stand it! The sensations were too much! If he kept this up, she was going to... "Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she sobbed, her hips rising off the bed, her body straining, quivering, her insides fluttering.

Mitch felt the onset of Bonnie's second orgasm and increased the intensity of his activities. Her body stiffened, then exploded into frantic action as cries of abandon issued from her. He caressed and kissed her until she lay still, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling steadily.

Mitch wasn't finished. His cock was rock-hard once more. He rolled on top of Bonnie, between her legs.

Bonnie, dazed, felt the man's body move on top of hers, then she felt his cock slap against her soft belly. No! Oh, God! He was going to make love to her again! She couldn't! She just couldn't! She started to open her mouth, but before she could utter a word of protest, the head of his massive pole slid between her dripping labia and began to enter her. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Bonnie moaned as she was filled with swollen cock once more.

Mitch stroked into Bonnie using a leisurely pace, watching subtle alterations, brought on by growing need, take place in her. Her face flushed, her eyes softened, her features began to go slack as he slid his cock in and out.




Indiscretions Ch. 02



Bonnie felt trapped, trapped more wonderfully than she'd ever been trapped before. Mitch had come to her house, used her, and pleased her more than she'd been pleased in a long time. And he was doing it again! She felt her body responding to his insistent invasion and exulted. Her arms went around him and she pulled him against her. Her mouth sought his.

Mitch crushed his mouth against Bonnie's and thrust his tongue between her lips. Her snug channel clasped his cock and her hips rose off the bed to meet his thrusts. He continued plunging his cock into her with an even, calm rhythm. This was nice!

Bonnie didn't ever want it to stop! The steady pounding of Mitch's cock into her was delightful. Every part of her was tingling and passion was spreading slowly and delectably through her.

Bonnie had heard of long, slow fucking, but had never experienced it. Until now! It was wonderful! The fact that the man doing it to her was a stranger no longer mattered. His cock wasn't a stranger. Not the way it was making her feel!

Mitch tried twisting his hips when he was in Bonnie all the way and heard her burble with glee. Her arms tightened around him and the motions of her tongue against his increased. Yeah, he was getting to her again!

Bonnie felt her body start to quiver. The sensations she was experiencing, sensations of intense pleasure, again began to grow unbearable. She was going to come again! She'd never come this much and didn't know what would happen if she did! She was scared. Could too much of this wonderful feeling drive her crazy? Still, her body pressed against Mitch's, seeking more of the gratification he was bestowing on her. She moaned into his mouth and worked her lips on his.

Mitch felt his control slipping. His movements became more and more intense. He'd waited about as long as he could. He raised himself up on his elbows and increased the power of his thrusts. As he did, he looked at the woman impaled on his prong. Every thrust caused her to groan with delight and her jellied breasts bobbed delightfully.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yessssssssssss!!! Oh,yesssssssssssss!!!! Yesssssssss!!!! Take meeeeeeee!!!! Yessssssss!!!! Take meeeeeeeeee!!!!!" Bonnie shrieked, her body writhing, exploding into ecstasy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Mitch roared when his sauce spewed into Bonnie's clasping pussy. He ground his pelvis against her until there was nothing left in him, then he allowed himself to fall to the bed next to her.

Bonnie couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do anything. She lay there, spent, her legs spread, the mixture of their juices dripping from her.

Finally Mitch rolled over and kissed the lovely woman lying next to him. He smiled at her and said, "I'm sure glad you invited me out here."

Bonnie turned bright red. "I...I guess I'm glad I did, too," she responded. "That...what we did...it was wonderful!" She'd cheated on her husband. The thought shook her. She felt her eyes begin to fill with tears. What kind of woman was she? What kind of wanton slut had she become? "I...I have to go to the bathroom," she stammered. She slipped out of bed and dashed down the hall.

Mitch watched her go and lay on the bed waiting for her to return. When Bonnie hadn't returned after a few minutes, he got out of bed, walked down the hallway to the bathroom, and knocked on the door.

"Bonnie? Are you all right?" he called.

Bonnie sat on the toilet sobbing. "I...I'm...ah...I'm all right, ah, Mitch," she sniffled. What had she become?

Mitch heard her sniffling and was concerned. "You sure you're OK?" he asked.

"I'm...I'm fine," Bonnie sniffed. "I...I'll be out in a minute." She thought more about what she'd done. Mitch wasn't acting like he planned to leave. Did that mean he wanted to make love some more? God! The idea thrilled her. She'd already violated her marriage vows, doing it again wouldn't make things any worse.

"You sure you're OK?" Mitch asked again.

"I'm OK," Bonnie replied. "I'll be right out."

"All right," Mitch said. He went back to the bedroom, sat down on the bed, and considered what he should do. He thought about getting dressed, then he heard the bathroom door open.

Seconds later, Bonnie walked into the room, no longer acting as if being naked in front of him bothered her. "It's...it's only eight o'clock," she said softly, walking across the room toward him. "My...my husband...he...he won't be home until at least one..."

It was Mitch's turn to be surprised. Astounded, he watched the lovely woman sink to her knees in front of him. "Ahhhhhhh!!!" he moaned when she took his cock in her mouth.



Indiscretions Ch. 03



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter three

Tom Singleton awoke and wasn't sure where he was at first, and he wasn't sure who the naked woman lying next to him was, either. Then he remembered. He was in a motel room. He'd met a woman named Alison in a roadhouse the night before and... The memory of what happened when he returned to the motel with Alison flooded him with guilt. He'd slept with a woman he wasn't married to; he'd cheated on his wife! Melissa always said she'd leave him if she ever caught him cheating on her! Then, as he forced his turbulent thoughts to calm, he realized that, unless he told his wife what he'd done, there was no way she'd ever have to know about this one inadvertent indiscretion.

He looked around the room. Where was Alison? This was her room, he hadn't returned to his. When he heard the shower running, he knew. His memories of the delights he and Alison had shared the previous evening started to get him turned on once more. He slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

As Tom walked toward the bathroom, he wondered if Alison might have had a change of heart about what they'd done, but he pushed the thought out of his mind. The worst that could happen would be she'd tell him to go away. If she did, Tom wouldn't be too upset.

He walked into the bathroom and saw the usual compliment of feminine accouterments laying on the counter next to the sink. It reminded him of what Melissa did in bathrooms when they traveled and, once again, he experienced pangs of guilt.

He turned and realized he could see the vague shape of Alison's nude body through the shower curtain. His cock grew stiffer while he watched her ill-defined form go through the motions of bathing. He experienced still more guilt. He shouldn't be doing this. He should get his butt back to his room.

Tom brushed the feelings of guilt aside and opened the shower door.

Alison turned and saw him. She looked startled, but made no effort to cover her nakedness. "Tom, you startled me," she gasped. Rivulets of water made glistening trails over her lithe body.

"I hope you don't mind if I join you," Tom said.

Alison smiled and shook her head. "Not at all. You need a shower, too, don't you?" she said. She reached for the soap. When she did her petite breasts, which he had enjoyed fondling and sucking the night before, shifted delightfully.

Tom took the washcloth from her. "Would you like some help with that?" he asked. "Maybe I could wash your back."

Alison grinned and shrugged. "I was almost done, but..." she glanced down and saw his erect cock and her eyes grew hot. "Why not? I guess I really didn't get my back all that well."

Tom lathered the cloth and began washing her. He paid careful attention to her breasts first. Her nipples - which got incredibly large when she was aroused - stiffened. They looked like tiny fingers poking through the foamy suds covering her chest.

"I..." Alison clutched his arm, "I...Ahhh!...Oh, God, Tom, don't stop. Ahhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhh!!! God! Do you have any idea how wonderful that feels?" Her eyes began to glaze with lust.

"I think I have a pretty darn good idea," Tom replied. He covered her lips with his. Alison's mouth opened; her arms slid around him; her warm, wet body pressed against his; and their tongues dueled. His rigid cock was trapped against her soft belly. He slid the washcloth down her back and cupped her bottom.

When the kiss ended, Alison took the washcloth from him. "Now it's my turn," she murmured. She took the soap and got the cloth even latherier than Tom had it. Then she wrapped the washcloth around Tom's rigid cock and proceeded to wash it, and his balls, more thoroughly than he'd ever had them washed before. By the time she finished with him, his legs were shaking and he was sure he was going to explode any second.

"Alison, that, it...it feels too good! If...if you keep that...up," he gasped, "I'm gonna have an accident! "

"My goodness!!! That's the last thing I want!" Alison murmured, clutching his erect member. "I have a much better idea!" She released him, turned, and bent over. "Know what to do, Tom?" she asked.

Tom knew exactly what to do. He centered his cock on her opening and drove it into her.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, God, Tom, yessssss!!!" Alison hissed when his swollen shaft slid into her. "Before you came in, thinking about what we did last night made me feel all funny inside. I needed you the minute I...Ohhhhhhh!!!...I woke up, but I didn't want to wake you."

Fighting for control, Tom kept sliding his cock in and out of her tight pussy. It felt wonderful! "You...you could have woke me...up. I...I wouldn't have...cared," he grunted. He leaned forward, reached under her, and grasped her dancing breasts.

Alison groaned and pressed back against him, trying to get him into her even deeper. "I...I'm not going to be able to wait if...Ohhhhhhhh!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwww!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Her body stiffened and shuddered violently as an orgasm roared through her.

The rhythmic rippling of Alison's pussy around his embedded cock was more than Tom could take. Clutching her breasts, he exploded, moaning with joy. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!! Unnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he bawled, quivering, as torrents of his hot come jetted into her.

They clung to each other when it was over. When they at last were able to stand unassisted, Alison turned, moved against him, put her arms around him, and laid her head on his chest. "My God, Tom, you are incredible!" she murmured. "I...I don't know what it is, but I can't get enough of you. You touch me and I want you!"

"It's the same way for me," he told her.

She looked at him and giggled. "You know, we ought to get out of the shower before we wrinkle," she said.

They did, playfully toweling each other dry. Then, while Alison finished all the things women have to do, Tom headed back to his room to get dressed. He stuck his head in the bathroom. "I have to go back to my room to change," he told Alison.

"Why don't I meet you in the coffee shop for breakfast?" Alison said, continuing to brush and dry her hair with an electric hair dryer. She was still nude, and the way her body moved as she did her hair almost made Tom change his mind and stay, but he didn't.

Back in his room, Tom shaved, put on a clean pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He was slipping into a plaid shirt when a soft knock sounded on his door. He opened it and found Alison standing there wearing a turquoise long shirt, belted at the waist, and snug jeans.

"I didn't see you downstairs, so I checked out and came to your room," she said, smiling, as she walked by him, into the room. She turned and hugged him, then she kissed him on the cheek.

When the kiss ended, she slipped out of his arms and walked to the sliding glass door that opened onto the a small balcony which overlooked the motel parking lot and highway beyond.

Tom had seen the contemplative look on Alison's face, and surmised he wasn't the only one who was having second thoughts about what they'd done. He wasn't finished dressing, but that could wait. He walked to where Alison was standing and put his arms around her from behind. With a soft sigh, she leaned back against him.

"Are we...have we...made a mistake?" she asked softly. "Last night and this morning were...were wonderful, but..."

"I've been wondering about that, too," Tom replied. The scent of her perfume filled his nose and once more there was turmoil in his groin. He couldn't believe the effect she had on him!

"I...I've never done anything like...like this before..." she continued. "I...I keep feeling like I'm some kind of...of...tramp."

"Don't think that," Tom said. He really didn't want to spend what little time they had left together sharing recriminations. He could do that alone on the trip home. "We did kind of let things get out of control, but it's over and done with now. We can't change what's happened, can we?"

"I...I guess not. We...we can't change what's happened can we?" Alison agreed. "What happens now?"

"The way I see it, we have a choice," Tom said. "I can finish getting dressed and we can go down and have breakfast or..."

"Or what?" Alison asked softly.

"Or..." Tom pulled her against him, pressing his swelling cock against her bottom.

"Oh! My God!" Alison exclaimed, rotating her bottom against him. "I can't believe you're turned on again! You...you're insatiable!"

Turmoil built rapidly in Tom's body. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently, rubbing her nipples through her bra.

Alison moaned softly. "This is unbelievable!" she murmured.

 Tom unbuttoned her blouse and his hands slid onto her breasts, which were sheathed in a lacy white bra.

Alison moaned softly and her head fell against his shoulder. "Tom, this...this is crazy!" she cooed. "We...we're supposed to be adults, but ever since last night, we've been acting like a pair of horny teenagers."

"Does that really bother you?" Tom asked. Delighted to discover her sheer, lacy bra had a front closure, he undid the clasp, pushed the bra aside, then his hands slid onto the warm, bare flesh of her lovely jellied orbs. "I can stop if you'd like."

"No!" Alison groaned, shaking, "God! Don't stop! You make me feel so wonderful!"

Tom rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and the fleshy buds extended and hardened. Her hands slid between them, searching for his cock. She got his zipper open, her warm hands moved inside his pants, and her fingers encircled his rigid shaft. It was Tom's turn to groan.

"How can you be turned on?" she gasped. "We...we just made love it in the shower a few minutes ago!"

"I don't know. I guess you just have that effect on me!" Tom choked as she stroked his rock-hard pole. He had to have her! He backed to the bed, released his grip on her breasts, and turned her to face him.

Their lips fused in a passionate, fiery kiss, and their tongues lashed. Tom let himself fall back onto the bed, pulling Alison atop him.

Alison still had hold of Tom's his cock and he struggled to open her clothes. He wasn't as good at removing a woman's clothes as he used to be, but he managed somehow to get her naked. When her clothes were finally off, Tom's hands roamed her back and bottom, caressing her soft, silken, warm flesh.

Alison's hands slid up and down on Tom's rigid cock and, before he realized what she was doing, he was sliding into her. Her tight, warm cavern gripped him, sending shudders through him. She pushed herself up on her arms and began moving her hips. The tremendously exciting experience was made even more wonderful for Tom by the sight of her pert, hard-nippled breasts dancing in front of his face.

"My God, Tom!! It feels like you're in me all the way to my throat!" Alison gurgled, continuing the insistent, delightful movements that were giving him--and her--so much joy.

Tom took her dancing breasts in his hands and began flicking his thumbs over the stiffened tips.

Alison's eyes closed and her head rolled back. "God! I don't believe you! You know exactly what to do to make me feel good!" she groaned, the stirring of her hips became more urgent.

"I aim to please," Tom replied. He shoved his hips upward, trying to drive his cock as far into her as it would go. There was no way he could delay coming much longer. As it turned out, he didn't have to. Alison's body stiffened, then began the vibrations he'd come to know only too well in the last twelve hours.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Cries of ecstasy exploded from Alison and her hips went wild, threatening to tear his cock from his body. "Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, her lean body convulsing, her frosted hair flying. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Oaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"

"Yeahhhhhhhh!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Tom groaned, spewing his hot seed into her like an erupting volcano.

Spent, Alison collapsed atop Tom. He put his arms around her and held her tightly. Maybe they shouldn't have done any of this, but he'd never see her again, so this delightful interlude would just be a pleasant memory. And that was just as well. Alison was far too wonderful a lover to resist if she were accessible.

Alison raised her head, looked down at him fondly, then she kissed him. "Are we going to get some breakfast?" she asked.

"Probably," Tom said. "We have to stop making love sooner or later. I have to check out by eleven."

Alison gave him another kiss, then she pushed herself off him and sat on the bed. "I need a shower. You got me all sticky again," she said, then she smiled at him. "This time, you stay out here. If we're going to make check-out, we haven't got time to shower together again."

"Yes, ma'am," Tom said. He watched her walk toward the bathroom and sighed. It was a delightful sight. He finished dressing. After Alison finished her shower and got dressed, they went down to the coffee shop, had breakfast, then they went their separate ways.



Indiscretions Ch. 04



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter four

"Other than the truck problems, how was your trip?" Tom's wife Melissa asked when he got home that evening. Because of his early-morning romp with Alison he got started late, so he called and told Melissa he had problems with the truck.

Melissa was at the sink washing dishes, wearing a silky nightshirt she sometimes wore around the house. The garment hung just below her luscious bottom. Her well-shaped buttocks were part of what had attracted Tom to her when they first met and her bottom remained good, even though she'd had their son in the years since.

"No real problems, drive out, deliver the horse, get the truck fixed, and head home," Tom said. He put down his suitcase, walked across the kitchen and pulled his wife against him. He was surprised that when he did, his cock twitched a little. Maybe what he'd done with Alison at the motel wouldn't affect his performance at home after all. That would be nice.

"What's that I feel?" Melissa giggled, wriggled her bottom against him.

"What do you think?" Tom asked. He cupped her large, soft breasts and she groaned. Tom knew how much his wife loved having her breasts played with.

"I take it you missed me," she said.

"I suppose you could say that," her husband replied. He turned her in his arms and their lips joined.

When the kiss ended, Melissa gazed at him. "I missed you, a lot, Tom," she whispered. "Let's go to bed. I'll finish the dishes some other time."

In their bed, Melissa felt her husband move against her from behind. Then his hand slid up over her body, and he cupped one of her breasts through the silky nightshirt. Tingling warmth began to fill her. Her nipple stiffened in response to her husband's caress, and passion began smoldering in her. She hated the fact that Tom had to be away overnight, and now that he was home, in their bed, she desperately needed for him to make love to her!

When she felt Tom's swollen penis pressing against her bottom when he hugged her in the kitchen she knew her husband was turned on. Now they were in bed, where she wanted them to be. She shuddered with anticipation as her husband's hands moved over her gently.

Tom rolled her onto her back and tugged up her nightshirt. Then slid his hand down over her belly and cupped her vagina. Melissa gasped when his finger probed into her wet opening. Her body bucked upward.

"Yesss! Oh, yesss, Tom!!" she murmured. Her hips began undulating in counterpoint to her husband's spearing finger. "That's so good!! Oh!!! Oh...Tommm!!!! Yessss!!! You're doing it!!!! Oh...God...Yessss!!! You're getting me there!!!"

Tom, more aroused than he thought he would be, rolled between his wife's legs and fumbled his erect cock out of his underpants. Guiding it with his hand, he drove it into wife's Melissa's twisting body.

When Melissa felt her husband's hot, fleshy wand enter her, thrills rippled through her. Her need continued to grow and she felt her middle tightening, one of the unmistakable signs of her approaching orgasm. "Yesssss!!!" Her moans and the movements of her body grew more urgent. "Take...meee!!!! Oh, Tom!!! Take...meeeee!!! I'm...getttinggg...there!!! I'm...I'm getttinnnngggg there!!!!"

"Unnnnnhhhhh!!!! Unnnhhhh!!!" Tom grunted, his thrusts became increasingly urgent.

Stunned, Melissa realized what was about to happen. "Noooooo!!!! Not yet!! Please!!! Tom!!! Nooo!!! Not yet!!" she cried. He was going to come! She wasn't ready for it yet! Just a few more seconds and she'd be there, too.

Then she knew Tom was coming because she could feel his hot sperm jetting into her. Almost immediately, herhusband's movements stopped and she felt his penis begin to soften. She couldn't stand it! She needed more! Just a little more! "Please!! Tom!! Please!!!" she begged and pulled at him, "Please, darling, don't leave me hanging like this! Make me come! Please!!!"

Melissa's impassioned pleas were ignored. Tom's limp penis slid from her still-craving opening and he rolled to the bed next to her and turned his back to her.

Melissa continued to beg. "Please, Tom, don't leave me like this! Please! I need to come!" she moaned.

"Honey, I'm...I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it now," Tom replied. He realized that what he'd done with Alison had affected his life at home. He felt guilty and was afraid to turn around and face Melissa, for fear she'd see something in his face that would tell her he'd been unfaithful.

"Please, Tom! I..." Melissa continued. She desperately wanted him to do something to help her, to relieve the unbearable need she felt.

"Dammit!" Tom snapped. Angry at himself, he directed his anger at his wife instead. He bolted from the bed. "I can't! Don't you understand that? I tried. If you aren't woman enough to get off after all I did, it isn't my problem!" He realized he was being unfair, that Melissa wasn't the guilty one, but it didn't matter.

Tom's words lashed Melissa like a whip. "If you aren't woman enough..." Even though Melissa's body was shaking with need, the words made her question herself. She began to wonder if, in fact the problem really did lie with her. "Please, Tom! Come back to bed," she said. "We...we can start over. If...if we make love again, maybe..."

"You just don't understand, do you?" Tom snapped. He began pulling on his jeans.

"Tom, what...what are you doing?" Melissa asked.

"I'm going down to the barn!" he snapped. "I need some sleep and I'd rather sleep in the goddamn horse trailer than put up with any more of your damn whining!" He stormed out, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

Melissa lay in their bed, stunned, her body still on fire, tears running down her cheeks. "Is he right?" she wondered. "Is there something wrong with me? Have I become less of a woman than I once was? Is...is that why this happened?"

Melissa wasn't lacking in physical beauty. She had a statuesque figure; full hips and well-shaped large breasts, which only sagged a little when she took her bra off. The skin on her face was still smooth and gave no evidence that she was over forty. The mass of curly brown hair on her head contained scattered strands of gray, a natural frosting which made her look better, not older.

She got out of bed, walked to across the bedroom and examined herself in the full-length mirror mounted on the closet door. Her body didn't look too bad to her. "I don't think I look all that bad," she thought. "Maybe I could stand to lose a few pounds here..." she slapped herself on the hips, "but, otherwise, I think I'm in pretty good shape. But...but if that's true why...why doesn't Tom want me?"

She cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them to examine them more closely. When she did, a thrill ripped through her already-stimulated body and her nipples began to emerge from the dark circles capping the tips of the globes she held in her hands.

"My God!" she thought, while the delicious feelings sweeping through her made her mind feverish, "I don't believe this! I...I'm turning myself on!" Without planning to, she rubbed her thumbs over her stiffening nipples and experienced an even more intense burst of delight.

"Wow!!" she thought. "Ohhh!!! That feels nice!!!" She continued caressing herself. "I...I don't care. If this is the only way I can be satisfied, I'll do it! Damn him!! Damn Tom, anyhow!!"

She went back to the bed and laid down. Then she pulled up her legs and parted her knees. She slid her hands down over her belly and started caressing her silky inner thighs. As she caressed herself more earnestly, her hips began the rhythmic movements of sex.

For the first time in ages, Melissa touched her own vagina. When she did, an electrifying wave of delight ripped through her. Her vagina was soaked with the juices Tom blasted into her earlier and they made what she was doing to herself more pleasurable.

Melissa parted her silky lower lips with her fingers, then she slid one slim finger easily into her aching opening. Having it there, felt so wonderful it caused her hips to rise off the bed. Her other hand found her clit, which was rigid and extended. When she touched it, the sensations she felt were so beautiful she almost fainted with bliss!

"This...ahhh...feels so...ahhh...fantastic!" she thought as her hands whirled and plunged in her titillated middle. Her hips rose and fell and her chest heaved as her caresses propelled her nearer and nearer to release. "I...I'm gonna make it!!! I...Ohhhhh!!!!...I really...Ahhhh!!!...am!!" she thought.

"Yesss!!!...Yessss!!!...Ohhh!!!!!!!!  That's ittttt!!! Oh, God!! Oh, God!! Oh, Goddddd!!! I...I need this so much!!!! Yesssss!!!!" she moaned as the tension she'd been feeling released and ecstasy flowed through her. Slowly, the jolting, wondrous spasms ceased and, eventually, her hands dropped from her vagina and her legs slid out straight on the bed.

Spent, Melissa pulled the covers over herself and lay there, wondering what was wrong with her husband and their marriage.

Tom, meanwhile, tossed and turned on the bunk in the horse trailer. "I shouldn't have talked to Melissa like that," he scolded himself. "It wasn't her fault, it was mine. I'm the one who cheated, not her. I'm the one who's rotten, not her. I...I should go in, apologize, and beg her to forgive me." But he didn't. He stayed in the horse trailer, continuing to toss and turn, unable to sleep, unable to do what he knew he needed to do.



Indiscretions Ch. 05



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter five

Mitch stopped at the diner after work the second day in a row. Any questions he might have had about how Bonnie felt about his doing that were answered by the big smile she flashed him when he walked in. Bonnie was the only one visible in the diner, which didn't surprise Mitch, given the fact that it was fairly late. He wondered where the waitress was.

He took a seat on one of the stools and Bonnie came over. Today she was wearing a snug-fitting denim skirt that buttoned down the front, a white T-shirt, and a paisley vest.

"Hi, Mitch," she said, flushing faintly. "What are you having tonight?"

"Hi, Bonnie," Mitch replied. "Bacon cheeseburger, onion rings, and a cola. Where's your help?"

"Cindy's out back, cleaning up the dishes," Bonnie told him. She put the burger patty and bacon on the grille, then got Mitch's soda and put it in front of him. "I have to close up tonight," she said.

"Oh?" Mitch replied. That wasn't the news he wanted to hear.

"My husband's sick in bed," she said.

"So you're stuck here until midnight?" Mitch said, sipping of his cola.

Bonnie nodded. "I'm afraid so," she said. She looked at him a bit more carefully. "How come the sad look?"

"I thought maybe I could see you again tonight," Mitch said.

"Oh," Bonnie replied. She felt her face get hotter. "Ah...I...we...we really can't tonight." She turned around and flipped his burger.

"Would you mind if I stopped by for a cup of coffee near closing time?" Mitch asked.

"Ah...I...I guess that...it would be OK," Bonnie replied. She wanted to see Mitch again, but not in the diner. Why in hell did her husband have to be sick, anyhow? She finished Mitch's order, put it on a plate, and set the plate in front of him.

Mitch ate his meal, drank a second soda, then he got up and walked to the cash register.

"Cindy will be out of here by twelve-thirty," Bonnie said softly as she handed him his change. "I'll leave the back door unlocked and keep some coffee on."

"I'll see you," Mitch said. He took his change from Bonnie, letting his fingers caress her hand as he did.

A tingle raced up Bonnie's arm when Mitch's fingers touched her hand. "Damn!" she thought, holding her hand to her chest, "I wish Bill wasn't sick!"

Mitch went back to his apartment and watched TV. After the late news ended, he checked his watch and decided to walk to the diner.

"See you tomorrow, Cindy," Bonnie said.

"Good night, Bonnie," the waitress replied and headed for the door. Before she went out, Cindy stopped and turned. "Do you want me to come in early tomorrow, in case Mr.Markham's till sick?" she asked.

"That might be a good," Bonnie said. "It's liable to be busy tomorrow night." She glanced at the clock. It was twelve-thirty. She and Cindy had worked hard to get things cleaned up once the diner closed. Nothing remained to be done, except to wash the coffee maker, which still held a pot of coffee.

Cindy walked out the front door. Bonnie locked it behind her, then she turned out most of the lights in the dining area. The only light came from a neon light surrounding the big round clock on the wall.

"Hi," Mitch said from the doorway between the dining area and the kitchen. He'd come in the back door just as Cindy was going out the front.

Bonnie, startled to hear his voice, turned and smiled. "Hi, Mitch," she said, brushing her hair nervously. "I left the coffee on. Want a cup?"

"Sure," Mitch replied.

While Bonnie went to get the coffee, he walked around and closed the Venetian blinds on the diner's windows.

"What...what are you doing?" Bonnie asked. She placed two heavy porcelain mugs full of steaming coffee on the counter, walked around in front of it and sat down on one of the stools.

"I thought, maybe, a little privacy would be nice," Mitch said, finishing with the blind on the door. He started toward the stool where Bonnie sat and, as she gazed up at him, he bent and covered her lips with his.

Delight rushed through Bonnie when Mitch's lips and hers joined. Her arms slid around his neck and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. She experienced additional thrills when Mitch's tongue lashed hers. "God!" she thought, "I wish Bill wasn't home sick!" Her fingers tangled in Mitch's curly hair and she pressed her lips even tighter against his.

Mitch's mind worked feverishly as he and Bonnie kissed. "I should have invited her to my place!" he thought. "There's no way in hell we can do anything here!" He looked around, and a wild thought occurred to him. "Or is there?"

Bonnie, her eyes closed, felt Mitch's lips leave hers, then he was lifting her in his arms. She opened her eyes and looked at his smiling face as he set her on the counter. "Mitch!" she exclaimed when he sat down on a stool in front of her and began unbuttoning the buttons up the front of her skirt. "What do you think you're you doing?"

"I'm having a great time," Mitch replied. He got all of the buttons, including the one at her waist, undone and the skirt fell apart, baring Bonnie's middle, which was covered only by a pair of panty hose. He slid his hands up and down Bonnie's well-formed legs. "Do you mind?"

"Mitch!" Bonnie murmured. Thrills were rippling through her. "My God! This is crazy!!" She couldn't believe he was making love to her there, in the diner! When he began tugging her pantyhose down, she lifted her hips so he could get them off. Then she moaned softly as his hands slid lightly up and down the silken surfaces of her bared inner thighs.

"Mitch...I...Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she murmured. As his caresses continued, she found it more and more difficult to speak. She leaned back, her arms outstretched, to make it easier for him to touch her. Thinking about what she looked like sitting on the counter, nude from the waist down, only served to arouse her more.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!! Mitch!!!" she moaned, her hips rocking, when he began sliding his fingers through her sopping-wet center. "Goddddddddddd!!!! Oh, Mitch!!! Oh, Please!!!"

Mitch, too, found making love in the diner a real turn-on. He still hadn't quite figured out where they could actually get it on, but in the meantime, he knew what he was doing was turning Bonnie on. He slid a finger into her, heard her groan softly, and felt her hips begin moving even more ardently. Then he bent his head and began licking her clit.

Bonnie felt as if she was going to explode! She thought making love with Mitch in front of her house, on her car, had been the wildest experience she'd ever had, but this was even wilder. She couldn't believe how wild he was making her feel with his lips, tongue and finger.

"Mitch!!! Oh, God, Mitch!!! Oh, God!!!" she wailed. The motions of her hips grew more and more fervent. "If...if you don't stop doing that I'm...Oh, Goddddd!!!...I'm coming! Oh, Goddddd!!! Oh, yesssssssss!!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!! Yesssssssssssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" A shattering orgasm exploded through her.

Mitch halted his caresses once Bonnie's orgasm ended. He stood up and held her against him as she calmed.

"I don't believe you...we...did that...here," Bonnie gasped, still weak from the force of the orgasm she'd experienced. "But...but what about you? Don't you...you know...don't you have to...?"

"You can't imagine how bad I need you," Mitch whispered. His cock felt so hard he was afraid it was going to tear the front out of his jeans. He shifted position a bit, to take the pressure of the stool off his swollen cock, and realized something. "Come down here," he said. He lifted Bonnie off the counter and sat her on a stool.

"Mitch, now what are you doing?" Bonnie asked when her bare buttocks came in contact with the shiny, cool vinyl covering of the stool.

Mitch quickly opened his pants, shoved them down, and fished out his erect cock. He stepped between Bonnie's legs, lifted one of them, and shoved his cock into her hot, rippling channel.

"Mitch...I...Ohhhhhhh!!!! Godddddddd!" Bonnie whimpered when she felt herself being filled by Mitch's swollen organ. "I...Oh, God! I don't believe this!" Her back rubbed against the counter as Mitch lunged into her powerfully. This was every bit as wild as being eaten on the counter had been!

As Mitch jabbed his cock in and out of Bonnie, he pushed up her T-shirt and bra and began squeezing her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her rigid nipples. He watched her face grow more and more flushed and felt the rippling in her snug channel become more and more pronounced.

Bonnie had never dreamed anything like this would happen to her. She had no idea it was possible to make love this way, or that it would feel so wonderful. "Mitch!!! Oh, God, Mitch!!!" she moaned. "I...Oh, God!!! I'm there!!! I'm there!!! Am I ever!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Her hips rocked, making the stool squeal in protest, and her hands clamped around Mitch's biceps while she came and came and came.

"Yeahhhhh, Baby!!! Oh, yeahhhhhh!!!!!" Mitch groaned. He lunged against her even harder and his hot seed spouted from him, propelled by powerful spasms deep inside his body.

Mitch lowered himself onto a stool next to Bonnie and spent, they clung to each other desperately. After a few moments, Bonnie raised her head and looked at Mitch. "I...I don't believe we did that!" she gasped.

"Was it good for you?" Mitch asked.

"Do...do you have to ask?" Bonnie replied. "I...I've never, ever felt anything that wonderful! Ever!" She tightened her arms around him and kissed him passionately.

All of a sudden, there was a loud knocking at the door. Bonnie and Mitch stiffened and stared at each other, wide-eyed. Both of them apparently had the same thought.

"Bill..." Bonnie gasped.

"Your...your husband..." Mitch croaked.

"Is anybody in there?" a loud male voice said, "This is the Jamestown Police."

"The...the police?" Bonnie stammered. She was desperately struggling to get her clothes back in shape.

"I'll be out back," Mitch said. He tugged his pants up and dashed for the kitchen.

Bonnie walked to the door and peered out through the blinds. Two police officers were standing there. She unlocked the front door and opened it slightly. "Yes, officers?" she said.

"We're just doing our nightly business check, ma'am," the older of the officers said. "And we noticed your blinds were closed."

"Oh," Bonnie replied. She could feel herself blushing. "I...I was just cleaning up after we closed."

"We thought we better check, ma'am," the officer said. "We've advised your husband to keep the blinds open, so we can see everything's OK when we make our foot patrols."

"Of course," Bonnie said. "I...I forgot. I'll be leaving in a few minutes anyhow, I'll make sure they're open before I do."

"OK, ma'am," the officer said. "You sure everything's all right?"

"Everything's fine," Bonnie said. "I'll be leaving in a few minutes, and I'll make sure the blinds are open. Thank you for checking."

"You're welcome, ma'am," the officer said. He and his partner waited until Bonnie locked the door, then turned and started walking away. Before she joined Mitch in the kitchen, she opened all the blinds again.

While Bonnie was having her conversation with the cops, Mitch was looking around the kitchen. In the middle sat a large, sturdy stainless steel prep table. He searched the cupboards and found a table cloth, which he spread out on the table. Then he stripped his clothes off and laid down on it, grinning.

Bonnie walked into the kitchen and discovered that Mitch had come up with yet another exciting surprise for her. Smiling, she walked across the kitchen until she was standing next to him, then she bent over his middle and began licking and sucking his swollen organ.

Delight swept over Mitch. All he could do was grab the edge of the table, hang on, and watch Bonnie's head bob up and down his thickening pole. After a while, she let the fleshy pole slide out of her mouth and grinned at him, her eyes aflame. Then she bent her head and took him back in her mouth once more.

Mitch watched his cock disappear once again into Bonnie's mouth. While she sucked him, she squeezed his balls in ways they'd never been squeezed before. In a little while he was as turned on as he'd ever been. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" he groaned. His hips arched upward. 

"You really like that, don't you?" he heard Bonnie say.

Once more her mouth engulfed his cock. She took more of him into her oral opening than he believed possible. He'd never been deep-throated before! It was unbelievable! Her teeth brushed the veined surface of his rod and that felt wonderful, too!

Bonnie seemed to know just when he was about to come, because when she had him at the point where it felt like he was going to explode, she backed off. After letting him calm a bit, she started all over again, playing with him, teasing him, giving him a level of pleasure he never dreamed possible.

"Enough of this," she murmured finally, her voice thick.

Mitch's eyes were closed and skyrockets of joy were exploding in his mind. He couldn't watch what she was doing, not if he wanted to keep from coming!

Bonnie's mouth left his cock and he heard the table creak as she got on it. Her leg slid over him, then once more his cock sank into her warmth and wetness.

Mitch gazed up at Bonnie. Her face was flushed and slack with passion and she looked even more alluring than she had earlier. Her hips moved and his cock lashed around inside her. She leaned forward, supporting herself on her outstretched arms. Her breasts swung toward his face, nipples protuberant.

Mitch lifted his head and began lashing the extended tips of Bonnie's breasts with his tongue, first one nipple, then the other.

"Oh, yessssssss!!!!" Bonnie bawled. The movements of her hips grew more clamorous. "God, Mitch, it feels so wild when you do that!"

Mitch arched his back, shoving his cock as far into her as he could get it. The table rocked and creaked as they rode out their passion on it.

"That's it!!! Harder!!! Harder!!! Give it to me!!!" Bonnie groaned, bouncing up and down on him. "I'm going to come!!! I'm going to come again!!! Yesssssssssssss!!!! Yesssssssssss!!!! Now!!! Now!!! Now!!! Now!!! Now!!! Yessssssssssssssssss!!!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhh!!!!!!" Mitch cried and, his hips jolting, he exploded into Bonnie again.

Afterward, Bonnie lay on top of him for a few minutes. Then she moved and his softening cock slipped from her.

"Ohhh!!! You're not hard any more!" she giggled. She pushed herself erect, then slid off him and sat on the edge of the table.

Mitch sat up and turned so he was sitting next to her. He put his arm around her and she laid her head on his shoulder. "I hope I was good for you," he said.

"You have no idea how good you were!" Bonnie replied. She reached down between his legs and gave his limp organ a tender squeeze. "You were incredible!" She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I guess we ought to get going, huh?" she said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Mitch agreed.



Indiscretions Ch. 06



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter six

The alarm roused Melissa Singleton early the next morning. She sat up in bed, at first confused because Tom wasn't lying next to her, then the memory of the fight they'd had the night before flashed through her waking mind. She forced the upset out of her thoughts and got out of bed. She'd see her husband at breakfast and they'd get this silliness straightened out.

Standing in the shower a few minutes later, soaping herself, she realized the soapy wash cloth sliding over her skin made her body tingle. "See!" she told herself, "You can take care of your own needs. If Tom wants to act like a jerk, let him!" She shuddered. She wasn't used to thinking things like this, and besides, it wouldn't be a problem, she was sure she and her husband would be able to get things straightened out over breakfast.

She got dressed, then she went down to have breakfast. She found a note from Tom saying he'd gone to get a truckload of feed for the horses. It looked as if working on their problems would have to wait. After she finished breakfast, Melissa headed to the barn to begin doing the daily chores.

Melissa tried to think of some reason why her Tom had suddenly started acting so strangely. The fact that he'd experienced some problems performing sexually the night before did bother her, but she was sure they could work that out. Their sex life had always been wonderful. What upset her were his angry words, demeaning words. He said things to her the night before he'd never before said.

As she neared the barn, she became aware there was a vague, disconcerting feeling inside her, an aching kind of warmth that was pleasant, yet left her a bit on edge. She wasn't sure exactly what the feeling was, or why she was feeling it.

Mitch was already hard at work when Melissa arrived at the barn.

He looked up at her and smiled. "Good morning, Mrs. Singleton. Where's the truck?" he asked. "I was supposed to go and get a load of feed today."

"Tom apparently decided to go and get it," Melissa told him. "He left early."

"Oh," Mitch said, puzzled. Tom Singleton had asked him to go for the feed the day before, shortly after he got home from his trip. Now it turns out he went himself. Oh, well, he was the boss. Mitch shrugged and went back to work. There was plenty to do, so he might as well get it done.

Melissa worked alongside Mitch, occasionally glancing at him. She realized he was quite handsome and wondered if he had a girlfriend. She started currying one of the horses while Mitch was raking old hay out of the same stall.

Try as she would, Melissa couldn't keep her eyes off Mitch. She saw the way his muscles moved as he raked. "You know..." she thought, "...I never noticed before, but Mitch really does have a good body!" She continued to scan the man's body with her peripheral vision. At one point, her eyes fell on the bulge at his crotch. "Look at that!" she thought. "My God! It looks like he's hung like a horse!"

She stopped what she was doing and straightened up, shaken that she was having lewd thoughts about Mitch. She realized her hands were shaking. "What's the matter with me?" she thought, her mind racing. "What is wrong with me?"

The curry-comb fell from her trembling hands, and when she went to pick it up, she lost her balance. Mitch was working close to her, so she grabbed hold of him to keep from falling and wound up clinging to his muscular arm. The sensations she experienced from touching him were so startling that she pulled her hand away as if she'd touched a hot stove.

"I...I'm sorry, Mitch," she said, then bent to pick up the curry-comb.

"Melissa's really acting strange today," Mitch mused. He looked at her and saw that her face was red and she seemed to be having trouble breathing. "And so is Tom. I wonder if they had a fight or something."

That wasn't all that was going through Mitch's mind, or body. The contact of Melissa's hand on his arm had an unexpected effect on him. He began to get a hard-on. He spread his legs a bit to be more comfortable. He knew he was being silly. Sure, he had a crush on Melissa, but she had no idea how he felt, nor did she seem to care. From what he'd seen since he came to work here, she was madly in love with her husband.

Melissa saw the uncomfortable look on the hired man's face and wondered what was wrong. Then she realized the bulge in his jeans had grown larger. "My God!" she thought, her heart pounding, "He...he's got an erection! It...it looks...huge! It...it's swelling...it's liable...what if it pops out of his jeans?"

She wiped her forehead. For some reason, it had gotten very hot in the barn and she was sweating a lot more than she usually did. "I...I wonder what it looks like?" Lascivious thoughts continued to swirl through her mind. "What would it feel like? What..."

"Mrs. Singleton," Mitch said, startling her back to reality, "Are you all right? You look a little flushed. You sure you feel OK?"

 "Oh...yes...I...ah...I'm sorry, Mitch," Melissa stammered. "I...maybe I'm coming down with something. I think I'll go up to the house and get something to drink." She had to get away from him so she could get herself under control.

"Is there anything I can do?" Mitch asked.

"No...thank you, Mitch," Melissa said. She turned and started for the house.

A short while later, Melissa sat at the kitchen table, mopping her face with a cool, damp cloth. "What on earth is wrong with me today?" she thought. "I...I was leering at Mitch! Staring at his crotch! Look at the state I've got myself in! My God! I'm a grown woman, not some empty-headed teenager! I'm old enough to know better than to do something like that!"

She decided it might be best if she worked in the house and stayed away from Mitch for the remainder of the day. But it didn't help. As she did her housework, memories of Mitch's bulging crotch kept flashing in her mind. "It looked so big!" she thought. "I...I never realized how muscular Mitch is, or how handsome! I wonder what it would be like to...My God! What's wrong with me? I'm acting like some foolish teen-ager again! I'm a married woman! I have to stop thinking like this!"

She continued doing her housework. "What I really need is a cold shower, a stiff drink, or both!" she thought. She got out the vacuum cleaner, plugged it in, and turned it on. "Or a stiff dick!" Try as she would, her mind just wouldn't stop dwelling on sex. Or Mitch.

Mitch continued to suffer the effects of his unexpected contact with Melissa the rest of the morning and through lunchtime. Finally, knowing he had to do something about his state, he walked into the tack room, picked up the phone, and dialed the number of the diner.

"I need to see you," Mitch told Bonnie when she answered. "Can you get away?"

"I...Bill's still home sick," she replied. "I...can we get together after I close up?"

"I can't wait that long," Mitch replied. "Can't you get away for a little while this afternoon?"

"I...I suppose so," Bonnie said. She was thrilled that Mitch wanted to see her so badly. "Lunch rush is over and things are kind of slow right now. I suppose I could get away for a little while."

A half-hour later, Mitch and Bonnie were nude, lying on a blanket in a field some distance from the farm buildings, recovering from a frantic session of love-making they'd engaged in the minute she arrived.

Bonnie was, as she always was when she was with Mitch, delighted that he'd come up with yet another unique experience: sex in the open air.

Mitch was stroking one of her breasts, which was leaning on it's mate as she lay on her side facing him. He was a bit puzzled that, despite the fact that Bonnie was an adventuresome and extremely satisfying lover, he couldn't get Melissa Singleton out of his mind.

Bonnie had no idea Mitch was thinking of anyone other than her. She slid her hand between them and grasped his cock, which was still half-hard and sticky with the remnants of their recent love-making. She felt him shudder. He turned her on so much, she loved being able to return the favor. Around her he was absolutely insatiable.

"I can't believe what you get me to do, Mitch!" she exclaimed, beginning to stroke him. "You and I have made love in places, and ways, I never dreamed possible."

"It's been fun, hasn't it?" Mitch replied, quivering. Her insistent caresses were making his cock hard again.

"It sure has!" Bonnie agreed. She sat up, bent over his middle, and took his cock in her mouth. She licked it, squeezed it gently, and toyed with his balls. She loved feeling the fleshy tube harden and grow as she worked on it.

Mitch lay back, enjoying the thrills Bonnie was bestowing on him with her mouth. She turned him on as much as any woman he'd ever been with. She had his cock as hard as tempered steel and the turmoil her mouth was causing drove rational thought from his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut. Watching her suck him was too much!

Suddenly, Mitch realized his cock was untouched, cooling as soft breezes wafted over it. He opened his eyes and realized Bonnie was standing next to him, grinning.

"Do you want to make love to me again, Mitch?" she asked, her eyes flashing.

"God! Yes!" Mitch croaked. "You...you know I do!" He rolled on his side and reached for her, but she stepped back, just out of his reach.

"If you really want me, you'll have to catch me," Bonnie giggled, then, as naked as the day she was born, but much lovelier, she started running across the meadow.

Mitch clambered to his feet and, his erection bobbing as he ran, chased after her. He quickly learned that running naked with your body in a full state of arousal, wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do. He tried to catch Bonnie, who kept evading him. As the chase continued, he discovered that the more he chased her, the more excited he got, and the more difficult it was to run. Bonnie continued to elude him.

Then Bonnie, looking over her shoulder to see where Mitch was, tripped and fell. Before she could get back to her feet, she felt him fall atop her. He immediately plunged his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. She was spread-eagled, and he held her hands in his as he continued slamming into her.

"Yesssss!!!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!!" she groaned, shoving her hips up to meet his thrusts. "Take meeee!!! Yessssssss!!! Take meeeeeee!!!!!"

Mitch, aroused more than he believed possible, held himself above Bonnie on his out-stretched arms and continued to slam against her. "Take it, goddammit!!! Take my cock!!! Take itttttt!!!!" he bellowed. Snorting with lust, he kept plunging his cock into her. Their union this time was feral, two people in the throes of lust, fucking their brains out.

"Oh!!!! Oh!!! Ohhh!!!" Grunts of delight came from Bonnie as Mitch's hips slammed against hers again and again.

"Yeahhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhh!!!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!!!" Bonnie screamed when she realized she was about to explode. Her hands clutched Mitch's ass and her legs locked behind his, coupling them into the proverbial beast with two backs. Their pubic bones ground together and passion flashed between their coupled bodies.

"God, I need you!!!" the lust-maddened woman yelled, "Shove it in me, Mitch!!! Harder!!! Eeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Take meeeeeeee!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Take meeeeeeeeee!!! Nowwww!!! Nowwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!" She clawed at his buttocks as she exploded.

"Take it! Here it comes!!!" Mitch yelled, spewing his seed into her vibrating cavern. "Take my cummmmmm!!!!! Take ittttt!!! Annnnnnnhhhhh!!!!!"

"I can't believe what you do to me," Bonnie gasped as they lay side by side in the grass afterward. "That was the most intense fucking I ever had!"

"It was something else, wasn't it?" Mitch agreed. "I liked chasing you. Damn, that was such a turn-on!"

Bonnie giggled. "I don't know what made me do that," she said. "It...it just kind of happened, you know?" She kissed him on the forehead, then planted a soft kiss on his lips and sat up. "I really have to get going. I told Cindy I wouldn't be gone too long."

"Yeah, I guess I better get back, too," Mitch agreed. He still had chores to finish. "You want to stop by my place after you close tonight?" he asked.

Bonnie smiled. "I'd love to," she said.

They got to their feet got dressed. Bonnie gave Mitch a kiss then headed for her car.

Mitch watched her drive off, then he climbed back on the tractor and headed back to the barn. "You know," he thought as he guided the growling machine over the fields, "it would be a real trip to do something like that with Melissa."




Indiscretions Ch. 07



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter seven

Tom Singleton gazed fondly at the young woman lying next to him in the motel bed. Her tightly-curled light brown hair had fanned out on the pillow, framing her exquisite face, which looked even more attractive now that it was flushed with passion.

The young woman opened her pale blue eyes and looked at Tom. "Why...why are you stopping?" she whispered. Her hips continued the undulating motions evoked by his avid caresses.

"I had to look at you," he replied. "You...you're so pretty I can't stop looking at you." Having said that, he once more covered her middle with his mouth. She moaned and her back arched, thrusting her center against him. He sucked her clit between his lips and kept thrusting his finger into her dewy wet opening.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" his lover moaned, her hips twisting. "God!!! That feels so good!!!"

That was exactly what Tom wanted to hear, so he didn't stop. The warm, smooth skin of his companion's inner thighs caressed his face as her legs thrashed in response to what he was doing to her.

"Oh God!!! Oh, God!!! Ittt's happening!!!" she cried, "You...you...I...I... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Her lithe body twisted and shook as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.

When he felt his companion begin to relax, Tom lowered her hips gently to the bed then slid up next to her and took her in his arms.

Wide-eyed, the attractive female gazed at him. Her finely formed hand reached for his face and touched the wetness her wild movements had deposited there. "You...you're all wet," she whispered. "Is...is that from me?"

Tom nodded and kissed her on the forehead. "It certainly is," he said.

"Don't...don't I taste bad?" she asked.

"You're delicious," Tom told her and noticed that she seemed surprised by his answer. Was it possible that...? "Was that the first time you've ever come like that?" he asked her.

She nodded. "Mi...Michael, he does, you know, what you did, a little, but...but not like you..." She averted her eyes from his. "...like you just...did." Her voice was so soft he could barely hear her.

"What a waste!" Tom thought. The lovely woman - whose name was Linda Margulies - had a body made for exploring and a pussy that was an absolute delight to eat! She was lithe, but well formed. The delightful body was coupled with striking facial features which could have allowed her to be a model. Instead, she was married to a surgeon and raising two children.

Tom's hands began roving over Linda's divine slim body, gliding easily over her incredibly soft, smooth, warm flesh.

Linda squirmed and pressed against him. "I can't believe how soft your touch is!" she exclaimed, shuddering. "God! Don't ever stop touching me!"

Tom continued cherishing her with his hands and, before long, he once again had her aroused to the point where she lay open-mouthed, her chest heaving, her body undulating. His lips moved from one petite, perfect breast to the other, sucking her nipples, which had extended to impossible stiffness. Her breasts, though small, were incredibly exciting. When she was turned on, even her areolas swelled. Tom couldn't stop sucking them.

"Do you really want me?" he whispered, his fingers teasing the erect bud of her clit.

"Oh, yessssss!!!!!" Linda hissed her feverish reply. "Please!!! Please!!! I need you!!!"

Tom rolled atop her, careful to hold most of his weight off her. Reaching between them, he gripped his erection, centered the swollen purple tip on her sopping middle, then he lowered his hips slowly. Entering her was such a sweet experience he gasped.

Linda's head rolled from side to side, and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. "God!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!" she cried as Tom slid into her. Her hips rose, summoning his cock deeper.

This was their first time. Tom found her stupendous! He stroked slowly in and out of her, bending occasionally to thrust his tongue into her mouth, where it was met by hers.

It took all of the self-control he possessed to maintain the steady pace but, somehow, he managed. And, the longer his cock worked in her, the more insistent Linda's responses grew.

"I'm getting close!" she groaned, clutching his arms, grinding her middle against his. "Oh, Tom!!! I...I'm so close!!!"

When he felt Linda's tight channel begin to quiver around his invading shaft, Tom knew it was time. He increased the pace and strength of his thrusts.

"Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhh!!!" Linda groaned as his body thudded against hers.

Tom's insides were churning, about to explode. Linda began quivering, then her passion erupted. "I'm coming again!!" she cried. "Oh, God, I'm coming again!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yessssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!"

Tom was startled by the ferocity with which his companion was pressing her lean body against his. That, coupled with the pulsing of her vagina around his cock, proved to be more than he could stand. "Take ittttttt!!! Take itttttt!!!" he cried, exploding stream after stream of his sweltering juices into her.

Afterward Linda snuggled in his arms, burrowing against him, hiding her face in his chest. "I...I know I should feel terrible," she whispered, "for doing what I'm doing. But...but I don't. I...I feel wonderful! I haven't felt this wonderful in years!"

Tom caressed the smooth curve of her back and enjoyed the way her hair tickled his face. "You should feel wonderful," he whispered. "A woman as lovely as you should always feel wonderful."

The last thing Tom intended to do was cheat on Melissa a second time, but here he was, in bed with another woman for the second time in a year. In the eight months since he first violated his marriage vows, things in his marriage had gone from bad to worse.

After his first affair, his ability to perform sexually with his wife had been affected. He believed he'd tried to work through that particular problem, and Melissa had tried to help him, but every time he failed, it seemed to make things worse.

It had gotten so bad, Tom had just about accepted the fact that he was doomed to a life of impotence, a life without satisfaction. And part of him felt he deserved it as punishment for being such a rotten husband.

He met Linda, when he was delivering horses to the farm she and her doctor husband owned. Tom was immediately taken by how lovely Linda was as she stood by the barn watching him unload the horses. He looked at her and felt stirrings he hadn't felt in many months.

After the horses were in the barn, Linda explained that husband was away. She and her two children were very excited about the new horses Tom had delivered.

As they stood in the barn, talking, Tom felt his body responding. He was surprised by the reaction, and began to wonder whether or not he really was becoming impotent. "You have a really nice place," he said. "All of this is fairly new, isn't it?" He gestured at the barn and corrals.

Linda smiled and nodded. "Michael and I thought the kids would like horses, so we had the stable and corrals constructed. I understand horses take a lot of work, but the kids do seem to like having them," she replied, gesturing toward her kids. "And they've even been helping around the barn without complaining too much. Do you have any children, Mr. Singleton?"

"Just one," Tom replied. "He's in college. By the way, my name is Tom." He sensed that she was as attracted to him as he was to her. Maybe her husband was too busy being a doctor to be an attentive husband.

"Michael, Jr., and Marsha are quite a handful right now," Linda said, "but I'm having a lot of fun watching them grow up."

The kids were in the barn, feeding the new horses carrots while their mother and Tom talked.

"Is all you do delivering horses?" Linda asked.

"No, I manage a horse farm in Jamestown, too. The transportation business is a sideline," Tom replied.

"Doesn't the delivery work keep you away from home a lot?" she asked.

"I don't mind the traveling that much," he said. "And besides, I get to meet some really nice people." He smiled at her and noticed that she flushed a little at his comment.

Linda felt herself reddening in response to the man's compliment and was a little confused by her reaction. She found him attractive, and had an idea he found her attractive, too. "Would...would you like to see the rest of the farm?" she asked.

"Sure," Tom said. "I'm staying over in the motel in town anyhow. It's too long a drive for me to get back tonight."

Linda scolded one of the kids who'd climbed up on a the wall of the stable, then she turned to Tom and smiled. "Our...this little farm of ours is probably nothing compared to what you're used to, but..." She led him around the property, showing him everything.

"This farm is quite well-designed for keeping horses," Tom said when the tour was finished. "Whoever planned it for you knew what they were doing."

"Thank you," Linda said and smiled. "It certainly cost us enough, I can tell you that."

The kids had left the barn and were playing on an elaborate jungle gym located near the house.

"Kids are really active at their age, aren't they?" Tom commented. "I wish I had half their energy."

"It gets to be a lot sometimes," Linda said. "Michael's always busy at the hospital. And now that we're living out here on the farm and having to watch the kids and all, it's sometimes all I can do to get all the chores done."

"You ought to talk to your husband about getting some part-time help," Tom said. "That way you could still be a full-time Mom."

"Maybe I will," Linda replied. "It does get to be a little too much sometimes."

Tom realized Linda seemed to be hungry for personal attention. Was it possible this breathtakingly beautiful woman was insecure?

She invited him to stay for lunch and he did. After lunch, they went out to the stable and Tom helped Linda with some of the chores while the kids played. As they worked, their conversation became more and more intimate as Linda became comfortable with Tom.  She eventually confided that her husband, a hard-working and sincere man, was extremely dedicated to medicine, but was a lot less dedicated to his marriage.

"He never refuses anything I ask him for," Linda said. "I mean, you can see what a wondeful home we have. But he can't seem to understand I'd like it better if he spent more time here than at the hospital." She made a face. "He's just like his father. Michael's father was a doctor, too. He worked every day and died of a heart attack at the hospital. He was a doctor for fifty years and never once took a vacation."

"It must make it hard for you," Tom said sympathetically. "I mean, a doctor's work is very important, after all."

"I try to be understanding, I really do," Linda replied. "But he can be so...so impossible sometimes. He worries about his patients, but sometimes it seems as if he doesn't even think about me and the kids." She smiled at Tom nervously and her face reddened. "I shouldn't be pouring out my heart to you like this, I mean, my problems aren't your concern. I'm sure you have lots more important things to worry about."

"That's OK," Tom said. "I don't mind. If it helps you to talk with me about it, I'm glad."

Linda smiled wanly. "Sometimes, I get so frustrated at how insensitive Michael can be, I want to scream!" she said.

Tom patted her shoulder. "Maybe you guys ought to try counseling," he said. "Maybe he'd learn to be more attentive to your needs if you did. What do you think?"

She looked at him and nodded. "I...I never thought about counseling," she said. "Do you think it would help?"

"Why not?" Tom said. "I hear it does sometimes."

Linda looked at him hopefully. "You...you really think so?" she asked.

"You'll never know unless you try," he said and gave her shoulder a squeeze.

Linda turned and leaned on the stable wall, staring blankly at the barn wall while she considered what Tom had suggested. Tom stood there, watching her.

"I...I don't know what Michael would say..." she commented, as much to herself as to Tom. "He...he might be angry..."

"Look..." Tom said. He moved next to her, suddenly acutely conscious of the nearness of her body to his. "You don't really have anything to lose, do you?"

"I...I guess not..." Linda replied. She turned suddenly and, because Tom was standing close to her, bumped into him. Both of them were knocked off balance. Linda looked as if she was going to fall, so Tom grabbed her around her waist.

"Ah...I'm sorry," Linda said. She looked at him, reddening even more.

Tom's hands were still around her waist. He didn't want to take them away. "No...no problem," he stammered. His throat was tight, his pulse was racing, and things were happening in his groin. He stared at her. "You...you are so lovely," he said softly, then he bent and covered her lips with his.

At first Linda stiffened and her hands pressed weakly against his chest. Then she emitted a soft moan, her arms went around his neck, and her mouth opened. Their tongues dueled, sending flashes of lightning through his mind.

It seemed like their kiss went on forever, but eventually it did to end. They stepped back from their embrace, faces flushed, chests heaving, staring at each other.

"How...what...what's happening...?" Linda gasped. "I...I..."

"That was intense," Tom whispered, his pulse pounding.

"But..." Linda stammered. Confusion clouded her comely face. "I...we..."

Tom took her in his arms again. This time Linda snuggled against him, her hair tickling his face. His cock lurched and his legs shook. He kissed the top of her head. "I'm extremely attracted to you, Linda," he said softly.

She leaned back in his arms and looked at him. "You...you are? I...I didn't know..." she murmured. A soft shudder went through her. "I feel all funny inside, I..."

"Look," Tom said, "I don't want to put you in an uncomfortable position. I...I better leave. I...I'm afraid if I don't, I'll do something I'll regret later. And I don't want to hurt you. You're far too nice for that."

Linda stepped out of his embrace and took a deep breath. "Yes, maybe you're right," she said. "I...I'm not thinking too clearly right now." She walked a few steps away from him and turned. "I..."

"I'm going back to my motel," Tom told her. "If...if you want to talk some more, you can call me." Stopping now was the right move. He knew he could have pushed things farther, given the fact she was off-balance, but he liked her and didn't really want to cheat on his wife again.

"OK," Linda replied, starting for the door. "I...I'll do that."

Tom went back to his motel and lay in the bed, thinking about the kiss he and Linda had shared. Would she call? If she did, what would she say? Why had he let this happen again? His marriage was already a mess because he'd thought with his crotch instead of his head.

The phone rang. Tom grabbed it. "Hello."

"Hi," Linda said. It was her! His heart started thudding. "I...ah...I'm still confused."

"Want to talk about it?" Tom asked.

"I...I guess so..." Linda said hesitantly, "...but...not on the phone."

"Want to come down here?" he asked. "Or would you like me to come out there again?"

"I...I'm not sure it's such a good idea for us to be alone," she replied.

"Where, then?" he asked.

He heard her take a deep breath and sigh. "I...I don't know," she said, very softly.

"Would you like to meet me somewhere for coffee?" Tom asked. Maybe meeting in a public place would make her a bit more comfortable.

"Ah..." Linda said, then there was a long pause. "Yeah, OK. When?"

"There's a restaurant next to the motel where I'm staying.  I'll meet you in the parking lot," Tom said.

"OK. I...I'll see you in about an hour," Linda replied.

An hour later, Tom walked out of the door to his room and saw Linda, driving a gray BMW, pulling into the parking lot. His breath caught.

 She parked her car and got out, and Tom's palms began to sweat. She was wearing an oversized red sweater and a pair of tight black stirrup pants. He thought she looked breathtaking and gaped at her for a minute. "You look gorgeous," he said, hearing the raspy sound of excitement in his voice.

Linda's face turned crimson. "Ah...thanks," she murmured.

They stood there, both of them feeling, for a few minutes. "Are...are you ready for that coffee?" Linda asked finally.

"You bet," Tom replied. They started walking toward the little restaurant across the parking lot.

"How are you doing?" Tom asked as they walked toward the restaurant.

"OK, I guess," Linda said. "But I...I'm really confused."

"Why?" Tom asked. He stopped and so did Linda. She was staring at the ground in front of her. 

She shrugged. "I...I feel guilty about what we...what happened at the farm earlier..." she murmured.

It seemed good not to say anything, so Tom didn't.

"...but...but I liked it, too," she whispered. "That's what has me so upset. I feel guilty, but I don't. I mean, all we did was kiss, right? Am I...is there something wrong with me?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with you," Tom said. He laid his hand on her arm and gave it a squeeze. His emotions were roiling like water at a fast boil. He wanted this woman, yet knew he should leave her alone.

They were at the edge of the restaurant's parking lot. He looked at Linda and she looked back at him, eyes wide, lips apart, her breathing strained. He put his hand in her wild brown hair and put a little pressure on the back of her head. Slowly, her face moved toward his, then their lips met. Her arms snaked around his neck and she groaned softly into his mouth.

Tom slid his hand between them onto one of her breasts. When his hand closed over her breast, Linda moaned and her arms tightened around him.

"Do...do you really want to have coffee?" he gasped when the kiss ended.

Linda gazed at him, her chest heaving, then she shook her head.

They went back to his room and that's where they were now, enjoying the afterglow of a mind-shattering shared orgasm.

"How...how come you...you made me...come with your mouth before we...we made love?" Tom's slim, lovely companion whispered.

Linda's question surprised Tom. "Didn't you like it?" he asked.

She nodded. "I...I loved it! It...it felt wild, wilder than I thought it would..." She took a deep breath. "But...but Michael...I...we never...never went all the way like that before."

Tom could hardly believe what she'd told him. Her husband was a world-class clod if he wasn't giving this lovely creature all the pleasure she deserved. His hands began traveling over her body, exploring every spot he could reach.

They moved over her luscious ass, the most wonderfully-shaped one he'd seen in his life, and tickled the crack between her firm nether cheeks.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Linda moaned. She began to squirm and press her body against him. "Oh, Tom, that feels so nice!"

He slid aside and had her roll on her belly, then he began exploring her in earnest, letting his hands roam all over her gorgeous physique, touching, teasing, tickling. They trailed down over the backs of her shapely legs and she parted them.

When he began caressing the baby-soft skin of her inner thighs, Linda cooed with pleasure. "I don't believe it!" she gasped. "I...you...you're turning me on again!"

"I certainly hope so!" Tom murmured in reply. He took his time, exploring and touching her lovely bottom and lithe legs, and it wasn't long before his activities had her quivering with desire again. He kissed her wondrously-shaped bottom.

"Ahhhh!" Linda groaned. "Oh, Tom! You're making me crazy! Don't...don't make me come without you again! Please!"

"You don't have to worry about that!" Tom replied. He got to his knees and moved behind her. Then he gently lifted her hips. When Linda was on her knees, he aimed his revitalized cock at her sopping opening and started pushing into her again.




Indiscretions Ch. 07



"Yessssssss!!!!" Linda groaned. She pushed herself back onto Tom and his rock-hard shaft was once more engulfed by her snug, warm cavity.

Tom gripped her hips, pulling her against him, feeling his thighs slap against the back of hers. Waves of joy broke over him. She was wonderful!

Their initial joining had taken some of the urgency from Tom's need, but not much. He kept stroking into her, feeling his need grow with every stroke. Linda straightened her arms, pushing herself up and he took her in his arms, his hands covering and squeezing her fine, small breasts, the nipples again extended like little fingers.

"Againnnnnnnn!!! Tom, please, make me come againnnnn!!!" she cried, her hands covering his, squeezing them tighter against her chest.

Tom slipped one of his hands free, slid it down over her incredibly flat belly and began twirling her clit. He could feel his cock sliding in and out of her. It was a surpassingly thrilling experience!

"Yesssssss!!! That's itttttttt!!! That's itttttttttt!!!!" Linda groaned, her bottom squirming against him. "I...Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Her head rolled on her shoulders and her hands clamped her breasts. Her body quaked and jolted and her groans of ecstasy continued. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Linda!!!! Yeahhhhh!!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Tom cried, hugging her to him as his molten juices exploded into her.

"What...what happens now?" Linda asked. They were lying pressed against each other, their wild joining complete.

"That's up to us, I guess," he replied, kissing her gently on the nose. "I'm not sure I want this to be the only time I ever get to make love with you."

"I...I have a family," she whispered. "And...and a husband, I..."

Tom put a finger on her lips. "I understand," he said. "If you want to stop seeing me, then that's the way it will be."

Linda shook her head. "God help me, but I don't think I'll be able to live if I can't see you again," she replied. "I...I know it's wrong, terribly wrong, for us to be doing this, but...but I want to!"

"Then we'll work something out," Tom said.




Indiscretions Ch. 08



Melissa Singleton got up in the morning, took a shower and got dressed. The print-decorated man-tailored blouse and gray slacks she chose looked terrific on her, but she wasn't aware of that. Then she straightened up the house.

Tom was due home from another overnight trip today, and Melissa made a practice of having the house look extra-good when her husband got back from a trip. The phone rang. She walked over and picked it up.

"Melissa," Tom's voice came through the receiver. "Honey, I hate to tell you this, but I picked up another contract, I won't be home until Monday."

"Oh, Tom," Melissa replied. She made no attempt to keep the sound of disappointment from her voice. She planned an all-out effort to revive their sex life and get their marriage back on track this weekend. "Do you really have to?"

"Afraid so," he replied. "You know we need the extra money."

Melissa for the first time allowed herself to speculate about what Tom might really be doing on the trips he seemed to be taking more and more lately. Upsetting thoughts rushed from the far corner of her mind where she had buried them because they were too painful to consider.

"Look, Melissa," Tom said. "I have to get going. I'll see you Monday."

"When will you get home?" Melissa asked.

"Probably by noon," he said.

"Tom, I...I love you," Melissa said softly.

"Yeah, me, too," Tom replied. Then he was gone.

Melissa felt tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't understand what was happening to them. For the past eight months, their marriage had been coming apart at the seams. Tom, once a loving, attentive husband, was gone all the time. And when he was home, he hardly paid any attention to her any more. She couldn't remember the last time he'd even tried to make love to her. She was lonely. And, although she wouldn't admit it to herself, she was horny, too.

As part of her preparations for the weekend, Melissa had made an appointment to get her hair done. Dorrie McNamara, the girl who did Melissa's hair, was a divorcee. She was a bit brassy, but Melissa liked her. Dorrie always seemed to be up and happy.

Melissa, depressed after Tom's phone call, did housework until it was time for her hairdresser's appointment. Knowing she'd get to spend time talking with Dorrie gave Melissa something to look forward to.

At one, Melissa pulled her station wagon into the parking lot in front of Dorrie's salon. She was surprised no other cars were there.

"You weren't planning to take the afternoon off, were you, Dorrie?" Melissa asked when she got inside.

Dorrie grabbed her arm. "No, I wasn't," she said. "Take off your coat and get over in the chair. Let's get started." She led Melissa to the special sink used for shampooing customers, sat her down in the chair, and put a protective cover over her.

"Talk to me, Melissa," Dorrie said. She had Melissa lay back and began to wet her hair. "You look and sound depressed."

Melissa felt herself relaxing when Dorrie began to work the shampoo into her hair, filling it with luxuriant white foam. Her scalp tingled delightfully from Dorrie's fingers massaging it. "Well," she said, "Things between Tom and me haven't been going too well..." She was surprised how easily all of her troubles came out once she started talking.

Dorrie finished applying the shampoo, rinsed the lather out of Melissa's hair, had her sit up, and wrapped a towel around her head.

"I know what I'd do if I were you," Dorrie commented as they walked to the front of the shop, "If my old man wasn't taking care of business, I'd find someone who could."

"You...you mean take...take a...a lover?" Melissa stammered, startled. "I...I could never...ever do that."

"I'm not telling you to do it, or not to do it," Dorrie said. "I'm just saying what I'd do. I'd find me a nice, horny young stud who could screw me silly."

Melissa felt her cheeks get hot and knew she was blushing. "Tom...he's...he's the only man I...I ever..." she stammered.

"My personal point of view..." Dorrie commented as she clipped a little off the back of Melissa's hair, "...is that monogamy is highly over-rated. But that's me. Like I said, I'm not telling you to do anything you don't feel comfortable doing. I'm just saying what I'd do. You have to do what you feel OK doing."

Melissa had to admit that the idea of an affair was exciting, but try as she would, she couldn't picture herself going to bed with anyone but Tom. She had a good reputation, a good life, and she didn't want to risk losing it.

"I couldn't do that," she said at last. "I just couldn't."

Dorrie was blow-drying her hair. Melissa closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm blast of hot air and the feel of the comb sliding through her tresses.

"Hey, you know, there is something else you could do, I guess," Dorrie said. "I just remembered." She put the finishing touches on Melissa's hair.

"What's that?" Melissa asked as she examined her new coiffure in the mirror. She thought it looked nice. "Tom will really like this," she mused. Then she remembered her husband wouldn't be coming home to see it.

"Stay where you are," Dorrie said. "I'll be right back." She disappeared through a doorway that led from the salon into her living quarters. In a few minutes, she returned, carrying a pinkish tube in her hand.

"What on earth is that?" Melissa asked. The thing Dorrie held in her hand looked almost like a penis!

Dorrie held the device up for Melissa to see. It was a large, life-like, artificial penis. The hairdresser smiled. "This isn't nearly as much fun as a real one," she said, "but it's a helluva lot better than going horny."

"I...Oh God!...I'd have no idea where to find something like that, even if I wanted to," Melissa stammered. She couldn't take her eyes off the device Dorrie held. It looked so real!

"Take this one," Dorrie said. "It's the only one I've got that isn't battery operated and..." she giggled, "...ever since I met Benny, I haven't needed it anyhow." She had an idea she'd piqued Melissa's interest.

Melissa drove away from Dorrie's shop, her mind spinning. "I could never take a lover," she thought. Then her thoughts turned to the dildo in her purse. She wondered what using one felt like.

"It will probably feel better than my fingers," she said out loud.

When she got home, Melissa went into the house and directly up the stairs to her bedroom. She laid her purse on the bed, locked the bedroom door, then she walked to the bed and sat down. With trembling hands she slipped the fake penis out of her purse, held it up, and examined it.

"It's cold and it doesn't feel very real," she thought, as she gazed at the device. "But it sure does look real!" She giggled nervously. "It's been a long time since I've held a cock this hard," she said. Her voice sounded strange in the empty bedroom.

"It might just feel nice," Melissa thought. She sat there, looking at the dildo. "Now what?" Getting in the mood was a problem. She got up, walked to the closet, stripped off her clothes, and stood in the closet fingering one of the silken negligees hanging in the closet. Then, naked, she turned and walked back to the bed.

She laid down, picked up the dildo, and felt herself starting to grow excited. What would it feel like? She began rubbing the sex appliance over her body and made a surprising discovery. The dildo got warmer the longer she held it! She moved it across one of her nipples and shivered as ripples of excitement raced through her. She moved it to the other breast and got more fantastic sensations. She kept moving it from breast to breast while excitement grew and spread through her.

At last, tentatively, a little breathless from self-induced desire, she slid the ersatz penis between her trembling thighs and rubbed the shaft against her labia. Wave after delightful wave of glorious sensation swept over her. Her hips rose off the bed, seeking closer contact with the marvelous tool.

Melissa continued sliding the implement up and down against the sensitive flesh of her vagina. She tried rubbing it against her clit and her hips jolted. It really felt wonderful! She groaned and her hips began to rock as she continued arousing herself with the sex utensil, which continued to send sweet sensations into her.

At last, she moved the dildo so the tip was positioned between the puffy lips of her vagina and, slowly, began advancing it into her body.

"Ohhhhh!!!!" she groaned. It felt good! It felt unbelievably good! The soft plastic wand filled her and made her insides quake with joy. Her hips continued to hunch upward as she slid the wonderful warm device in and out of her clasping hole. She felt her hunger growing and realized she was getting near to her peak.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, Yessssss!!!" she groaned. One hand continued thrusting the dildo into her body, while the other moved to her juice-soaked clit. She was going to come! She had to...

The phone rang. Melissa, startled, froze, and felt very embarrassed, as if the person on the other end of the phone knew what she was doing. Reluctantly she pulled the dildo from her, rolled over, and reached for the phone.

"Hel...hello," Melissa stammered into the phone. Her body was trembling with unsatisfied need. All she wanted was get the call over with and get back to satisfying herself.

"Mrs. Singleton," Mitch said, "I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

"Ah...no," Melissa replied. "He'd sure be surprised if he knew what he interrupted!" she thought. "I, ah, I was working on something." Was she ever!

"Oh," he said softly. "I, ah, I wanted to talk to you about making some changes in the way we do things, especially since Mr. Singleton seems to be on the road a lot more. I thought if you weren't busy, ah, maybe I could run them by you and see what you think."

"Tell him you're busy!" a voice inside Melissa screamed, but she didn't listen. "All right," she told Mitch, "come on up to the house, we'll have a cup of coffee and go over them."

"Be right there," Mitch said, and hung up.

Melissa rolled over, dropped the phone back in the cradle, and looked down at the pink sex toy laying on the bed next to her. "I guess I'll just have to wait," she thought, a bit disappointed. She got out of bed and slipped on her blouse and slacks. She didn't bother putting her undergarments on because she planned to come back up and finish what she'd started once she was done talking with Mitch.

She slipped into a pair of bedroom slippers and started for the door. She had forgotten she'd locked it, and was confused when it wouldn't open. She got the door open and went on downstairs, after giving the fake penis on her bed a last longing look. "Maybe I'm really not supposed to use that thing," she thought. "Maybe I'm being punished."

Downstairs, she went to the kitchen and put some water on the stove to heat. A cup of hot chocolate would be nice. There was coffee on for Mitch, but Melissa preferred hot chocolate. Actually, she could use a drink. A strong one.

A knock sounded on the kitchen door. Melissa opened it and Mitch came in, carrying a yellow legal pad. "I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?" he asked, looking around.

"No," Melissa replied. "I was just doing some paperwork."

"Oh." Mitch felt his face grow hot. "Hey, you and she are alone, her old man's gone more and more. You have a perfect opportunity to put some moves on her," a voice inside him said. He decided to ignore the voice, although it was hard.

"Do you have your ideas written down?" Melissa asked.

"Ah...yeah, here on this pad," Mitch said and handed it to her.

Melissa took the folder and sat down at the kitchen table, then she looked up at Mitch, who was still standing.

"Would you like a cup of coffee or some hot chocolate?" she asked. She wasn't exactly sure why she felt so tense.

"Hot chocolate sounds good," Mitch said. "I figure I've had enough coffee for today."

"I put some water on, I'll make some," Melissa said. She stood up and went to make the hot chocolate. 

Mitch watched her, then he took off his jacket and sat down at the kitchen table. He thought saw Melissa's breasts move when she stood up and felt a rush of excitement. "She isn't wearing a bra!" he realized, and felt his penis jump in his pants.

Melissa returned to the table carrying two cups of hot chocolate. She handed Mitch one, and set the other on the table where she had been sitting. Then she sat down and began to read over the ideas the hired man had written on the pad.

Mitch stared at her, captivated by the movements of her unfettered breasts beneath her blouse. He shifted in his seat to alleviate the pressure caused by his growing erection. He couldn't keep pictures of her bare breasts from flashing through his overheated mind.

Melissa finished reading, looked up, and smiled. "These ideas are very good, Mitch," she said.

"Ah, thank you. I figured they'd help us get things done more efficiently, you know?" Mitch replied. He had a problem. How was he going to get out of the kitchen without her seeing his hard-on?

Melissa smiled at him. "Tom will be home Monday, and I'll show these to him," she said. "I have a feeling he'll be very impressed."

"Ah...thanks," Mitch stammered. He took a sip of his hot chocolate. His hands were trembling. Why?

"I'm surprised you're here and not out on a date," Melissa said. Part of her wanted him to leave so she could get back to pleasuring herself, and part of her kept remembering what Dorrie had said. "I'd take a lover, a young one." She tried to force the unwelcome thought from her mind, but it kept coming back. "I wonder what he'd be like as a lover..." She shook her head, trying to clear it.

"I...I ain't been dating all that much," Mitch was saying. "I mean, I just moved to town, you know, and I haven't met a lot of women yet." He had met Bonnie, but he wasn't sure Melissa would approve of his having an affair with a married woman, so he didn't mention her.

"You don't have anyone special in your life?" Melissa asked, not sure why she felt a sudden burst of elation.

"No...nobody special," Mitch said and drank more of his hot chocolate.

"I would imagine that will change," Melissa said. "A good-looking guy like you shouldn't have any problem finding girls to date." "I sure wouldn't mind going to bed with you! I bet I'd give you a thrill you'd never forget." The sudden lustful thought almost made her choke on her hot chocolate. What was wrong with her?

"I dunno," Mitch said. He stared into the nearly empty cup in his hands. Thoughts flooded his mind, things he could have said, wanted to say, but didn't think he should. He decided it was time to leave, before he did something he'd regret. Holding his jacket in front of him, he stood up. "I...uh...I guess I better get going, Mrs. Singleton," he said. He turned and started for the door. "Thanks for the hot chocolate and for looking at my ideas."

"Thank you for coming up with those suggestions," Melissa said. "I'm sure Tom will like them. He'll probably discuss them with you next week when he gets back." She got up, followed Mitch to the door, and watched him walk to his truck. She wondered why he hadn't put his jacket on until he was outside.

"Maybe he's got the hots for you," the voice inside her said. "He probably got a hard-on from seeing you without a bra." "Melissa Singleton!" she scolded herself, "What on earth is wrong with you?"

Still filled with yearning and confused by her lewd thoughts about Mitch, Melissa picked up the cups, put them in the dishwasher, then she went back up to her bedroom.

She shed her clothes, laid back down on the bed, picked up the sex toy, and soon was experiencing all the bliss it could give her. As she worked the magical device in and out of her vagina, pictures of Mitch's face kept flashing in her mind.

"Nooooo!!!!" she moaned as her hands thrust the life-like wand into her juice-slick opening with increasing fervor. Then, "Yessssssss!!!!! Yessssssss!!!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!!" she wailed when her body began to convulse with joy. "Mitch!!!! Oh, Mitch!!!!!! Fuck me!! Fuck meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" she cried, her hips hammering up and down on the bed.

Later, her need appeased, she turned out the lights and fell asleep. And dreamed of Mitch, not her husband, making love to her.



Indiscretions Ch. 09



"I don't...know...why I...I...keep doing...this," Linda Margulies gasped. She was having difficulty breathing because her lover, Tom Singleton, was sucking her breasts and plunging his fingers in and out of her vagina as they lay on the bed of the motel he'd been staying in since he delivered some horses to Linda's farm the day before.

Tom continued driving Linda wilder and wilder with his lips and hands. Then he felt her hands wrap around his cock and begin to stroke and squeeze the swollen organ. Her soft warm hands started to slide up and down the throbbing, veined surface.

While Linda did that, Tom let his mouth roamed over her lean, lovely body. He kissed his way through her damp pubic mat, onto her pussy.

Linda's hips went wild and her groans of delight grew louder and more ardent. Tom got to his knees next to her so she could continue pumping his dick while he ate her. His tongue explored her soft vaginal lips, slid into her, then out. He lashed her clit, which made her squirm and twist. He sucked her clit into his mouth and felt her pushing at his head.

"In me!" Linda moaned. "Tom, please, I want you in me! I...I don't want to come like that!"

Tom slid on top of her and felt her guiding his cock to her quavering opening. With a thrust of his hips, he buried himself in her. It felt wonderful!

"I need you so desperately!" Linda groaned. Her legs locked behind his as her middle ground against him. "Ever since yesterday, I...I haven't been able to stop thinking about how good you make me feel! Not even for a minute!"

Tom drove into her, his excitement near fever pitch. This was as exciting as any love-making he'd ever experienced! He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he didn't care! All he cared about was coming and having Linda come with him!

"Now!!! Nowww! Nowwwwwww!!!" Linda cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!! Yessssssssssss!!! Yessssssssssss!!!" She stiffened, quivered, then her body began moving frantically. Her her fingers dug into his arms with a grip so intense it was almost painful. Her snug sleeve rippled around his cock and milked his orgasm from him.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!!! Take...Itttttt!!! Take itttttttt!!!!" Tom groaned, grinding against her, spouting jet after torrid jet of his sauce into her.

"Do..do you think your wife suspects anything because you're staying away so long?" Linda asked as they lay in each other's arms afterward.

"No," Tom replied. "Do you think your husband does?"

She shook her head. "I...I'm not even sure he knows I've been away from home more than usual the last couple of days..." she replied. A pensive look appeared on her face. "I know what we're doing is wrong, but..."

"We can stop any time you want," Tom said.

Linda shook her head. "I...I don't want to stop - God forgive me - but sometimes, I do feel guilty. Don't you?" she asked.

"Sometimes," Tom admitted.

This was the second day they'd spent time together. After their first afternoon and evening of love-making, they both knew they had to see each other again. That's why, the next morning, Tom called his wife and said he wouldn't be home until Monday. After he made the call, he paced as he waited for Linda to arrive.

Tom happened to be looking out of his window when she pulled in, parked her car, got out, and walked to his room, looking nervous. She was wearing black slacks, a white blouse, and a black vest. The blouse had several buttons undone, exposing quite a bit of her lovely chest. He opened the door for her, she came into the room and, after he closed the door, was in his arms.

"How are you this morning?" he asked.

Linda's lovely pale blue eyes looked deep into his. "I...I'm not sure," she replied. "Do...do you ever get over feeling guilty?"

"I...I'm not sure," Tom replied. He began stroking the skin exposed by the open neck of her blouse and felt her shudder.

"Do you have any idea how wonderful it feels when you touch me?" she murmured.

"I have an idea. It probably feels as wonderful as it feels to me," Tom replied. He could feel his cock start to swell and strain in his pants as his fingers stole over her soft, warm flesh. "Want to go make love?"

Linda looked at him and nodded. "Yes!" she sighed and leaned against him. "Even...even though it's wrong."

Tom cupped her petite breasts and squeezed them gently. Linda moaned and pressed against his hands.

"You always make me feel so good," she murmured, her voice so soft he could barely hear it. "So good."

He unbuttoned her blouse and stroked her bra-encased breasts lightly with his fingers. Then, continuing to keep his touch light, he traced his fingers over the skin not covered by her bra. Her hands slid between them and opened his pants. Tom realized that even though Linda might be having feelings of guilt, they apparently weren't going to stop her from making love with him.

Tom shuddered when Linda's hand slipped inside his clothing and wrapped around his swollen cock. It was kind of wild. They were standing by the window and he could see cars passing on the highway. She didn't seem to notice, or if she did, didn't care.

Her bra had a front clasp. Tom got it open and exposed her nipples to his exploring hands. As his fingers twirled the swollen buds, she groaned softly. "God!" she murmured. "Your touch is so wonderful. I can't get over how soft your touch is!"

Tom backed toward the bed, pulling her with him. It wasn't easy, what with his hands mauling her breasts and hers fondling his cock, but they made it.

Once they reached the bed, Tom released her, turned her around, and peeled her clothes off, while she removed his at the same time. When they were naked, they fell on the bed and began serious, passionate explorations of each other's bodies.

Tom's lips captured Linda's nipples, first one, then the other. He sucked and nibbled them until they were hard and glistening with wetness.

Linda's hands worked on his cock, massaging it, stroking it, rubbing the sticky cream seeping from the tip into the throbbing shaft.

Tom kissed across Linda's her lean belly, pausing to lick her navel, then moving into the curly light brown mass of hair covering her middle. Her hips began to squirm and twist when he began to slide his hands up and down the warm, soft surface of her inner thighs. Moaning softly, she spread her legs.

"Yessss!!! Yesssss!!!" Linda groaned, her hips rising off the bed. Then, "Yesssssssssss!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!! Yesssssssss!!!!" she wailed when his lips and tongue began exploring her sopping wet pussy.

Tom slid around so he was lying between her legs. He kept licking at the soft folds of flesh, thrusting his tongue into her, and licking the swollen bud of her clit. Her body twisted and turned as rapture rocked it. He heard her moans of pleasure. For a long time, he played with her, bringing her close to coming, then backing off, stroking her, caressing her, keeping her at the brink, but not letting her go over.

"Take meeee!!! Please!!! I need you!!! Please!!!" Linda moaned. She pulled at him, urging him atop her. "Please, Tom. Don't make me come like that!!! Please!!!"

Tom slid on top of her and as he did, Linda grabbed his cock and guided it into her. The minute he slid into her snug channel, her legs wrapped around his waist and he felt heat rushing though him. Her hips strained against him, sucking him deeper.

Holding himself above Linda on outstretched arms, Tom started driving into her, feeling his passion rise, knowing it wouldn't be long before he came!

"Take meeeeeee!!! Take meeeeeee!!! Please!!! Please!!! Take me nowwwwww!!! Nowwwwww!!!" Linda moaned, clutching him. Her body shook as he slammed against her, driving his cock deep into her. "I can't wait!!! I need you too much!!! I...Ahhhhhhh!!!!...I can't wait!!!!!! I'm commmminnnngggggggg!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yesssssssssssss!!!!!!" she cried when her body went into spasms of delight.

"Yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Tom groaned, erupting, shooting his torrid cream into her clasping hot cave. Glorious sensations rippled through him.

Spent, he rolled off Linda and lay next to her.

"Doesn't what we're doing bother you?" Linda asked.

"A little," Tom replied. Although it didn't bother him as much as it should have. Of course, maybe it was the fact that he wasn't able to function sexually with Melissa any more, but was with Linda that lessened his guilt. "Does it bother you a lot?"

"Yes," she said.

Tom rolled on his side to face her.

Linda's eyes were filled with tears. "I...I had a hard time last night," she said. "I could barely face Michael and the kids, and I couldn't sleep. I...I...I thought about not coming back to see you again today."

"Do you want to stop?" Tom asked. He liked Linda a lot, and didn't want to be the source of her emotional pain.

Linda nodded, then looked into his eyes. "I've been thinking about stopping ever since I left yesterday, but..." She took a deep breath and shuddered. "God help me...I don't think I can. I...I couldn't stay away from you today."

Tom wrapped his arm around her and she snuggled against him, her warm flesh pressing against his.

"Look," he said, "Your husband doesn't know about this does he?"

He felt her shake her head.

"And you're taking care of your kids, aren't you?" he continued.

This time he felt her nod.

He started caressing her back. "What we have is special, isn't it?" he asked.

Linda looked at him. "Yes," she whispered. "I...I never knew sex could be like it is with you."

"Is it wrong for you to have something special?" he asked.

Linda smiled wanly, shrugged, then shook her head. "Even a first-year psychology student would tell you you're rationalizing. You know that, don't you?" she said.

Tom shrugged. "So...as long as it works, right?" he responded.

Linda kissed him passionately, then said, "I don't know how you do it, but you know the right thing to say, even if I know it's total bullshit." Her hands started sliding over him.

Tom slid his hand down her back and cupped her divinely formed ass. She pressed her pelvis against him and kissed him again.

"God!" she murmured after the kiss ended, "I don't know what it is about you, but it seems like I'm horny all the time when I'm with you." Her fingers teased his nipples, making them hard, sending little shocks of delight racing through him.

Tom could feel his cock begin to awaken as blood began filling it once more. If he made her horny, she certainly did the same for him! Linda began kissing his chest, shooting exquisite sensations into him.

Tom decided to lay still and see how far she'd take things. He found her desire to make love to him exciting. From one of his nipples to the other, her lips moved, trailing heat and wetness back and forth across his chest, making him tremble. Too few men--or women--realize how wonderful it is to have their nipples sucked. Tom loved it.

While Linda's lips worked on Tom's chest, her hands glided down over his body, across his belly, into the forest of curly, damp hair at his groin, and her fingers wrapped around his erecting cock, sending still more wondrous sensations rocketing through him. His cock got stiffer and twitched in her hand.

"It gets so big!" Tom heard Linda whisper while she stroked his swollen shaft. Then her lips were moving down his body, following the trail her hands blazed, and ecstasy was spreading through him in unstoppable waves.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Tom groaned. His hips strained upward when warmth and wetness engulfed the tip of his swollen wand. He looked down. Linda was sucking his cock!

She looked up at him, her eyes hot, and smiled. "I want to do you," she murmured. "I want to do what you do to me! I want you to feel that good, too!"

"You...are!" he gasped. "My God! Are you ever!" 

Linda lowered her head and a substantial part of his cock disappeared into her mouth. The feelings Tom was experiencing were fantastic! Her hands massaged his balls tenderly, and wonderful turmoil continued to build in him.

It didn't take long for Linda to rouse Tom to the brink of explosion. He could no longer remain still, his hips rocked and twisted while Linda's mouth continued to do incredible things to him.

"I'm gonna come if you keep that up!" he groaned during one of the few periods of lucid thought her caresses allowed him.

"Well..." he heard her reply through the pounding blood in his ears, "...we can't have that, can we?"

Then his cock was waving in the air. The next thing he felt was her legs move across him. A different sensation of wetness and heat enveloped his pulsating scepter when she sank onto it, a look of bliss on forming on her face.

After Linda had him hilted in her, she leaned forward, placing her hands on his shoulders, moving her hips actively.

Tom reached up and began rubbing his thumbs over her erect nipples while his cock slid in and out of her snug love cave.

"Yesssssss!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!!" she hissed. "Yesssssssss!!! Oh, yesssssssss!!! Yessssssssssssssssss!!!"

Linda's hips pounded against Tom's and as they did, she twisted and turned her body, making his cock lash around inside her.

"Oh...Yes!!! Oh...Yes!!! Oh...Yes!!! Oh...Yes!!! Oh...Yes!!!" she chanted, keeping passionate tempo with her bounding hips.

After a few wild moments, Tom felt her fingers tighten on his shoulders and her body stiffen. She pressed her groin tight against his and he felt tremors begin to wrack her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" Linda's proclamation of delight began. "Oh, Tom!!!! Oh, Tom!!!!! Yesssssssss!!! Yessssssssss!!! Take...Meeeeeeeee!!! Please!!! Please!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Tom groaned, his back arching, driving his hips upward, as he hosed her insides with his molten cream.

Her passion assuaged, Linda lay atop Tom, encircled in his arms.

After a while, she raised her head, looked into his eyes, then kissed him. "How can making love with you feel so wonderful?" she whispered. "It's so wonderful, but it's so wrong."

"Maybe it isn't wrong," he suggested.

She shook her head. "We both know that's a lie," she replied. "We...we're committing adultery. It...it isn't right."

"You want to stop?" he asked.

She looked down at him a long time, her eyes reflecting the turmoil in her mind. Then she took a deep breath and let it out. "I...I want to stop...I...I really do, but...but I...I'm not sure I...I can," she murmured. "Even...even if it costs me my...my marriage." Her eyes began to tear up.

"You positive about that?" Tom asked.

She nodded.

"Look, I really didn't intend to mess up your life," Tom said, hugging her. "I...I do care about you."

"I know. Maybe my life was already a mess before I met you," Linda replied. She took a deep breath. "Maybe it doesn't matter."

She finally rolled off and they lay side by side for awhile longer. Then she got up. "I have to get going," she said. "I have to pick the kids up and get dinner ready for Michael."

Their interlude was over. Tom got up, put on a robe, walked her to the door, and kissed her. "Are you going to come back tomorrow?" he asked, just before she went out.

"I..." Linda's eyes got red and again filled with tears as she looked at him. "I...I can't stay away," she whispered. Then she turned and walked toward her car.



Indiscretions Ch. 10



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter ten

Mitch called Bonnie Sunday morning. He knew the diner was closed Sunday, and hoped that her husband wouldn't answer the phone. "Want to go horseback riding with me this afternoon?" he asked the woman when she answered the phone. "I'm supposed to exercise the horses anyhow, and..."

Bonnie's husband had headed out early for a day of golf and she was sitting around the house, bored. Mitch's call was an exciting surprise for her. "I'd love to," she replied. She had an idea. "Tell you what, I'll get some stuff together and we'll have a picnic. What do you think?"

"I think that sounds like a super idea," Mitch said. "I'll meet you where we met last time, OK?"

"I'll be there as soon as I can," Bonnie told him. She began putting together a picnic lunch immediately after hanging up the phone.

Mitch went out to the stable, saddled two horses and, leading one of them, started for the place where he was to meet Bonnie.

He wasn't aware that Melissa had seen him coming of the barn with the pair of saddled horses. "I wonder where Mitch is going? And why he does he have a second horse?" she mused as she watched him ride off across the fields. "Is he meeting someone?"

Even though she told herself that what Mitch did, or with whom, was none of her business, Melissa walked to the barn, saddled another horse and, with her heart pounding, started in the same direction their hired man had taken.

Bonnie was waiting when Mitch arrived at their rendezvous spot. She was wearing snug jeans, a loose dark blue plaid shirt, with a white turtleneck under it. As he gazed down at her he was surprised how pretty she looked. "She's almost as pretty as Melissa," he found himself thinking. Then he chided himself for comparing her to his employer's wife.

"Hi, Mitch," Bonnie said. "Ready to go?"

"I sure am," Mitch replied. He swung down off his horse, and they came into each other's arms and kissed. After that, he tied the picnic basket she'd brought to the back of his saddle, then he helped her up on her horse. 

Once they were both mounted, they set off through the fields with Mitch leading the way. Eventually he stopped in a shady meadow quite a distance from both the road and the farm buildings.

Melissa, hidden in some trees a safe distance away, saw Mitch meet Bonnie, saw them kiss, then mount their horses. "Mitch...he...he's got a girlfriend," she thought, surprised the discovery upset her. When the couple set off, she did too, following them at a safe distance.

"This is a wonderful place for a picnic, Mitch," Bonnie said when they reached the spot her companion had picked for their picnic lunch. "How did you know where it was?"

"I think I've covered just about every inch of this place exercising the horses," Mitch replied, blushing a little. "When you suggested a picnic, this was the first spot I thought of."

They dismounted and Mitch unsaddled the horses and turned them out to graze. Bonnie spread out the blanket and laid out their lunch on it. They sat down to eat.

Mitch liked being with Bonnie, but he was starting to feel a bit guilty about their relationship. He knew from the beginning their relationship would never be more than what it was, two people who enjoyed making love with each other, and hoped she felt the same way about it. He didn't want to hurt her, but she was a fun companion and terrific lover, and he didn't want to give her up. At least not right now.

"Mitch, I'm talking to you," Bonnie said, sounding a little exasperated.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Mitch replied, looking at her.

"This really is a lovely place," Bonnie said softly, looking into his eyes. "I've never been on a nicer picnic."

Mitch leaned toward her and she moved closer to him. Then their lips were touching. Their arms slid around each other, their lips joined and their tongues probed into each other's mouths.

Mitch felt the flames of desire flaring in him and, from the way Bonnie was moving against him and the sounds she was making, he was pretty sure she was reacting the same way. With their lips still joined, they fell back on the blanket. Mitch slid his hand under Bonnie's shirt and turtleneck and cupped one of her breasts which, to his amazement, was bare. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Goddd!!!" Bonnie moaned as thrills raced through her in response to the man's touch. "Oh, Mitch! That feels so nice!" She'd been ready to make love when he kissed her when they met that afternoon, and was really ready now. Her hands went to his waist, opened his jeans, slid inside them and grasped his cock which; she discovered, was already swollen and throbbing.

Melissa almost rode out into the clearing where Mitch and Bonnie were lying groping each other's bodies. Fortunately, she caught herself just in time. She stopped, pulled her horse behind a large pine tree, dismounted, and tied the reins to the tree. Then, chiding herself for spying on Mitch, she found a place where she could watch the couple in the clearing without being seen.

Melissa's heart pounded even harder and her eyes widened when she realized Mitch and the woman were kissing. They fell backward and she saw Mitch's hand slide inside the woman's clothing. All of a sudden, she found it very difficult to breathe.

Mitch shuddered with delight as Bonnie stroked his cock. "Oh, God!!! Oh, Bonnie!" he groaned.

Bonnie lay back on the blanket. Mitch rolled over, pushed her sweater and shirt up to her armpits and began sliding his hands over her smooth, warm skin. His lips moved to her straining nipples.

Bonnie groaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts into his mouth. "Uhhhhhh!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, Mitch!!! Yessssss!!!!" she murmured. Her body strained and twisted as his hands and lips roamed over it.

Melissa's legs were trembling. Mitch was sucking the woman's breasts! And, even from where she stood, she could hear the woman moaning with joy. "It's been so long since I've felt anything like that," Melissa thought. She felt tears forming in her eyes.

Mitch kept his touch as light as he could as he explored Bonnie's lush, compact body. His caresses continued to evoke loud cries of joy from his gorgeous companion. He wanted to do more, to see more of her! He pushed her slacks down, then slid his hands up the insides of her legs and his fingers began teasing her pussy. Gasps and cries of ecstasy continued to pour from her. When he brushed his fingers over her clit, her gasps turned to wails and her body twisted and strained even more fervently.

Melissa couldn't believe she was standing behind a bush, watching their hired man make love to some woman. She heard Mitch's partner groan as he tugged her jeans off, moved between her legs, and began caressing them. Melissa was feeling guilty about what she was doing, but she was getting turned on, too! "My God!" she thought, when she realized what Mitch was about to do, "He's going to..."

Mitch, kneeling between Bonnie's splayed legs, bent and began kissing her softly rounded belly.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!! Mitch!!! Mitch!!!!" Bonnie babbled. Her movements became more and more frenzied. She'd never known feelings like those Mitch gave her! Making love with him was always wonderful, the way she'd always dreamed love-making would feel! "Uhhhhhhhh!!!!" she grunted when he thrust a finger into her. Her hips continued to twist insistently and her head rolled from side to side on the blanket.

Mitch, powerfully aroused, kissed through her sparse pubic hair, then he lashed her clit with his tongue while his finger continued plunging into her.

Bonnie's body arched and she went wild. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Mitch!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she groaned. Her movements grew frenzied as an orgasm swept through her.

"He's eating her! Oh, God! Oh, God! He's eating her!!" Melissa thought as she watched the woman on the blanket writhe and heard her cry out in joy. "Oh, God! It must feel so good! Look at the way she's acting!" She continued to watch, gasping for breath, and saw Mitch pushing his pants down, then his bare, tight bottom appeared. "I...I better leave, right now!" Melissa told herself, but instead she leaned forward, trying to see better.

Bonnie finally relaxed, and when she did, Mitch, who had shed his jeans and couldn't wait to have her any longer, rolled on top of her and plunged his erect cock into her.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Bonnie murmured, her eyes opening. "Godddddd!!!  Yesssss!!! I need you!!! Yesssssss!!! Oh, Mitch!!! Oh, Mitch!!! Oh, Mitch!!!"

Holding himself up on outstretched arms, Mitch thrust against her, his cock penetrating deep. The force of his thrusts made his companion's body quake and her erect nipples scribed tiny circles in the air. She was so tight, so hot!

"Bonnie!! Oh, God!!! Bonnieeeeee!!!!" Mitch groaned as his explosion neared. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Bonnieeeeeeeee!!!!" Intense spasms of joy wracked him and his come gushed from him, bathing her insides with moist heat.

"Mitch!!! Oh, Mitch!!! Ohh!!! Ohhhhh!!! I...I...I can feel you commmminnnnnnggggg!!! It's so hottttt!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Mitch!!! Mitch!!!! Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!!! Again!! I'm commmminnnngggg agggainnnnnn!!! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" Bonnie cried. Her body went wild, her hips straining, her pubic bone grinding against his, as gratification suffused her.

Spent, the satisfied couple lay in each other's arms, enjoying the contact of their warm, nude flesh.

"God, Mitch, that was incredible!" Bonnie murmured. "You make me feel better than I ever thought I could feel! I wanted you so much!!!!"

"I wanted you, too," Mitch said.

"This is the most wonderful picnic I've ever been on!" Bonnie whispered, turning in his arms so her back was to him, snuggling her firm bottom against him. The afternoon had turned out even better than she thought it would!

"I...I don't believe it!!! I don't believe it!!!" Melissa thought, sinking to her knees. Her shaking legs were no longer able to hold her. "I...I...just watched them make...make love! I...I wish Tom...or somebody...would make me feel like that! It's...it's been so long!"

Mitch liked lying there with Bonnie in his arms, but he soon realized the pressure of her snug bottom against his cock was having a decidedly invigorating effect on him.

Bonnie felt her companion's cock stiffening and reached back between them to make sure she wasn't imagining things. "My God, Mitch!" she whispered, gripping his thickening penis. "You're getting hard again, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh," Mitch gasped. He cupped one of her breasts, thumbed the nipple and felt her shudder.

Bonnie had never in her life felt the way Mitch made her feel. He instinctively seemed to know what to do to make her feel good. "God, Mitch, you turn me on!" she purred.

Mitch began stroking one of her breasts, noting with delight that when he did, Bonnie purred softly and pressed against his hand.

Bonnie's hand wrapped around Mitch's cock, half-hard and sticky from their recent session of love-making. "You really know how to use this thing!" she giggled softly.

Mitch shuddered as a bolt of delight shot through him. She was making his cock hard again!

Bonnie, feeling a bit wanton, let go of the swelling organ and stood up.

Mitch, who'd been lying there with his eyes closed, enjoying Bonnie's caresses, realized his cock was untouched, cooling in the soft breezes blowing over the meadow. He opened his eyes, looked up, and saw her standing next to him, grinning. "Do you want me again?" she asked, grinning.

"You know I do!" Mitch replied. "You going to make me chase you again?"

"Not today," Bonnie said. "I'm too damn turned on!" She straddled him and lowered herself, taking his erection back into her wet, waiting opening.

Melissa was surprised when she heard the couple across the meadow begin to make noise. She looked up and saw the woman, now totally naked, standing over Mitch, whose erection was pointing up from his middle. A soft sigh came from Melissa as she watched the woman impale herself on Mitch's cock.

"Oh, yessssss!!!!!" Bonnie groaned when Mitch raised his hips, jamming his cock all the way into her. "Take me, Mitch!! Take me!!! Take meeeee!!!!!"

Mitch lifted his hips off the blanket, shoving himself as far into Bonnie as he could go.

As Mitch lunged into her again and again, his slamming hips forced grunts of delight from Bonnie who rocked and jolted atop him as if she were riding a wild horse. "Oh!!!! Oh!!! Ohhh!!!" she groaned. "Yesssss!!! Yessss!!!!! Yessssss!!!!" She clutched Mitch's arms and her body slammed down against his as passion flashed between them. "Oh, God, Mitch, I need you!!!" she cried, "Take me!!! Eeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Take meeeeeeee!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Take meeeeeeeeee!!! Nowwww!!! Now, please!!! Take me!!! Now!!!! Nowwwwwww!!!!" Her fingers dug into his biceps as an orgasm erupted through her.

"Yeahhhhh!!!" Mitch yelled. He came, too, spewing his seed into her writhing body. "Annnnnhhhhhh!!! Annnnnnnhhhhh!!!!!"

"I can't believe how intense that was!" Mitch gasped when they lay side by side on the blanket after their passion had run it's course.

"It was wild, wasn't it?" Bonnie agreed. She giggled. "You know, we haven't eaten yet, and I did bring all this food."

Mitch pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "No problem, he said. After what we just did, I'm starved!"

Naked, the two of them turned to the food and began to eat.

Across the meadow, in her place of concealment, Melissa watched, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I...Tom and I used to make love like that," she thought, sniffling softly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I...I wonder if I'll ever get to feel like that again."

After they finished eating, Mitch and Bonnie lay on the blanket, necking. Like almost everything else he did with Bonnie, it excited Mitch and, from the sounds Bonnie was making and the way her body was writhing against his, it was arousing her, too.

"You know," he said between kisses, "if we keep up like this, I'm not sure I'm going to have enough strength to saddle the horses so we can get back."

"You really think so?" Bonnie retorted, an impish gleam in her eye.

"I just thought I'd mention it," Mitch said. He slid his hands onto her buttocks and pulled her against him. Their lips met once more and they didn't speak for a long time.

"My God!" Melissa thought, gazing across the meadow at the couple on the blanket. "Are...are they going to do it again?" Wide-eyed, she continued watching.

After yet another stimulating kiss, Bonnie and Mitch lay beside each other, breathing heavily.

"I want you again," he said.

"I want you, too," Bonnie replied softly.

Mitch leaned over her, bent, and seized one of her nipples between his lips.

"Ahhhh!!!" Bonnie gasped while Mitch once more suckled her rigid nubs. While he was doing that, his hands began roaming over her lush body.

Warm breezes wafted over them as their nude bodies met in passionate embrace and two pairs of hands moved everywhere over bare skin.

Without warning, Bonnie pulled out of the embrace and lay back. Her legs were spread and her arms were extended, reaching for Mitch. Instead of entering her with his erection, he instead fell upon her with his lips and tongue, savoring the tart, sweet, dampness of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!" Bonnie moaned. Her hips began the movements of love. Her fingers tangled in Mitch's hair and she pressed his face tighter against her.

Cupping Bonnie's buttocks in his hands, Mitch voraciously sucked her clit and thrust his tongue into her torrid, quavering cavern.

"Yessss!!! Oh, Mitch, yesssssssss!!! Eat meeeeeee!!! Oh, Godddddddddd!!!!" Moans of ecstasy issued from Bonnie and her body bucked and writhed. Suddenly, she arched off the ground.

"Nowwwwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" she screamed. While she cried out with delight, Bonnie rocked her middle against Mitch's lips and tongue.

Mitch kept going. It seemed like she'd never stop coming. The woods echoed with her cries. It was as if making it outdoors excited her beyond belief.

Melissa once more found herself a voyeur, watching Mitch give his companion what seemed to be an unbelievable amount of delight. Without realizing what she was doing, she opened her jeans and slid her hand inside them.

At last Bonnie went slack. Mitch continued to hold her bottom, which still occasionally twitched as she experienced sporadic after-shocks of pleasure. When those, too, ceased, he took his hands away and, without pause, slid on top of Bonnie and guided his erection into her. Her eyes opened, she smiled, and her hips moved upward, welcoming him.

"That's it! Take me! Yessss!!!" Bonnie cooed when Mitch's swollen shaft slid into her.

Mitch drove her against the ground and their bodies strained together. She brought her legs up and locked them behind his as their bodies fought the battle of love on there on the grassy meadow.

Bonnie's passion rose quickly. Soon she was moving uncontrollably under Mitch, moaning with delight and need. "Nowwwwww!!! I can't wait!!! I can't wait!!!" she wailed. "Please, Mitch!!!! Please!!! Take me now!!! Take me nowwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Mitch heard Bonnie's screams, felt her vagina pulsing, and couldn't wait any longer. With a loud moan he exploded into her.

Bonnie felt him coming and bawled with joy, her hips going wild, as his explosion of hot juices prolonged her frantic response.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Melissa whimpered, biting her lip, her hand twirling her clit, as she came with the couple she was watching.

"Did you hear something a few minutes ago?" Bonnie asked Mitch after they finished.

"What do you mean?" Mitch asked.

Bonnie shrugged. "I don't know, it sounded sort of like moaning," she said.

"Could have been an animal out in the woods, I guess," Mitch surmised.

"I guess," Bonnie said.

For a while, Bonnie and Mitch lay, sated, enjoying the silent sounds of nature. It was a beautiful day, made more so by the passion they shared. Mitch looked at his watch. 

"It's getting late, I guess we ought to get back, huh?" he said.

Bonnie frowned and nodded. "I guess so, but I don't really want to, you know?"

They got up, kissed deeply, then re-assembled their clothes. They brushed off as much of the grass and leaves that had stuck to their clothes as they could, then Mitch started saddling the horses while Bonnie gathered up the remnants of their picnic.

Melissa realized what she'd done and, still shaking with need, pulled her hand out of her jeans and buttoned them. Then, realizing Mitch and his companion were getting ready to leave, she stood up, slipped around behind the tree, and mounted her horse. She took one last look across the meadow, then rode deeper into the forest and began circling around, urging her mount to go faster so she'd get back to the farm before Mitch did.

"Did you hear that?" Mitch said, pausing from what he was doing.

"Hear what?" Bonnie asked.

"I thought I heard a horse blowing," he said.

"I didn't hear anything," Bonnie said.

Mitch shrugged. "Maybe it was just a deer or something," he said. "Whatever it was, it was probably what you heard earlier."

Once she was sure she was out of hearing distance, Melissa urged her horse into a gallop and got back to the stable as quickly as she could. She unsaddled the horse, rubbed it down, fed it some grain, then headed into the house.

Still simmering with need and feeling unsettled, she decided to take a bath. She took the dildo into the bathroom with her and sat, holding it in her hands, while the tub filled.




Indiscretions Ch. 10



The plastic absorbed warmth from Melissa's hands, and as it did, it began to feel more real. Her insides were churning. She shuddered as she recalled how wonderful it had been to have the huge plastic shaft sliding into her the night before.

When the tub was full, she laid the fake penis on the vanity while she stripped her bathrobe off. As she did, she glimpsed herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door.

"I...I don't think I look all that bad," she thought. She and turned toward the mirror so she could see all of herself. Maybe she could stand to lose a few pounds, but what weight she had was certainly well-placed. Her breasts were still full and proud, and were capped by dark red circles. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, with only faint stretch-marks showing on her softly rounded belly. A mass of tight, dark curls covered her groin.

She cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them, noticing their firmness and nice shape. A tingle of delight rippled through her and her nipples began to erect. "This is terrible!" she thought, but she didn't stop what she was doing. It felt too nice. She slid into the tub. The warm water felt a lot better than she recalled. It also seemed to make her warmer than it usually did.

She picked up the washcloth and ran it over her body. When she brushed it across her erect nipples, sensations of delight caused her to quiver.

"I wonder..." she reached out and brought the fake penis into the tub with her. "Oh, God! I should be ashamed of myself for the way I'm acting!" Melissa scolded herself, without conviction.

 The sex toy soon was warm again and Melissa, almost in a trance, began rubbing it over her body. It didn't slide easily at first, so she rubbed soap on it and tried again. That was better. She heard herself giggle. This might be wrong! But it felt so good!

Her hands kept the fake cock moving over her slick skin, and longing began to pervade her. She caressed a breast with the dildo and the flared tip hit a rigid nipple, bringing a gasp of delight from her.

The sensations Melissa was experiencing were so exquisite she found it hard to breathe, and impossible to stop. She slid the dildo down over her belly, toward the point where her legs and body joined.

"Why am I doing this?" she thought, her mind in tumult.

"Because you won't find anybody else to!" a voice inside her replied.

The warm, slippery shaft kept moving downward. Into her curly pubic forest the head of the imitation penis went, then between her legs. When it brushed her clit, the sensations Melissa experienced were so intense she was afraid she would faint. Her legs began to tremble and she could hear the water churning.

"This is wrong!" she thought. "Adult, married women don't do things like this! But, God help me, I can't stop!" She had to have the huge shaft in her! Spreading her legs, she moved the bulbous tip between the silken lips of her vagina. An impassioned groan burst from her.

"Ahhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!!!!!" she murmured as she teased herself with the artificial organ. Hands shaking, she positioned the tip of the device at her pulsating opening and began to push.

"Ohhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" she groaned as the dildo spread her open and began to move into her. "It...it feels so good!!!"

She kept pushing until she could take no more of the joy-toy. She pulled it out, feeling a longing emptiness as it left her, so she quickly slid it back in. Soon she was fucking herself using a gentle, insistent cadence, oblivious to the water splattering over the edge of the tub.

Melissa desperately needed the feelings she was giving herself. Her yearning body responded eagerly and powerfully. Without being aware she was doing it, she began to use one hand on her throbbing clit while the other continued to move the dildo in and out.

Soon she was moaning, writhing against the tub's slick porcelain surface, as her body struggled toward release.

Suddenly, a million brilliant lights began flashing behind her tightly shut eyes, her body convulsed, and rapture overwhelmed her.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!" she cried, "Oh, Goddddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddd!!! Yessssssssssssssssss!!! Yessssssssssssss!!!!!!!"  She continued wailing mindlessly while her body thrashed with the joy of orgasm.

Spent, Melissa lay in the warm soapy, water. The fake cock remained imprisoned inside her. Making love to herself might be wrong, but she needed it! She needed it so badly!




Indiscretions Ch. 11



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter eleven

When Linda arrived at the motel on Sunday, Tom's room was locked. She let herself in using the spare key he'd given her. She expected him to be waiting for her and wasn't sure where he was. She decided to surprise him when he did get back, so she took her clothes off, then walked into the bathroom to get herself a drink of water. After she finished her drink, she walked back out into the room.

"Hi," Tom said.

Linda jumped. "Tom! You startled me!" she exclaimed.

"I was down at the office, settling my bill when I saw you pull in," Tom said, walking toward her, arms spread.

Linda moved against him, unmindful of her nakedness, and their lips met. Thrills roiled in Linda the minute her lips touched Tom's. When he cupped her buttocks and pulled her against his swelling middle, she felt her legs going wobbly.

When the kiss ended, Linda pushed Tom's jacket down over his shoulders. He shrugged and it fell to the floor. Next she opened his shirt. Once she had his shirt off, she began to kiss his bare chest.

"I take it..." Tom said, thrilled by her resolute attempt to get him naked, "...you're glad to see me?"

Linda responded by sucking one of his nipples between her lips. She nibbled it and felt it grow hard. As she did she felt a tremor go through him.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Tom moaned. As his body responded rapidly to Linda's caresses, he slid one hand onto her back and began caressing her gently while his other hand slid between them and cupped one of her breasts.

Linda, shuddering as Tom fondled her breast and teased her erecting nipple, undid his belt, then she opened his pants, which plummeted to his ankles. She pushed his shorts down next and his erection bobbed into view. She wrapped one of her soft, slim hands around it and began stroking it.

"Oh, God, Linda!" Tom murmured, "Do you have any idea how great that feels?"

Linda surprised herself and Tom then by dropping to her knees and taking his erection in her mouth. She was glad to discover the taste wasn't bad; a little salty, perhaps, but not unpleasant. She began exploring the swollen shaft with her lips and tongue and could hear him moan and feel him shake.

"You better be careful!" Tom warned, his voice strained. "You might make me come!" He was stunned that Linda, who'd seemed so reticent about kissing his cock up to now, was doing this to him.

Linda heard Tom's impassioned warning, but didn't stop. She continued licking and sucking his cock and felt her insides churning and wetness beginning to seep down her legs. She began sliding her mouth up and down on the swollen shaft, stroking his balls with her hand as she did.

"Please!!!" Tom moaned, his legs trembling, "Oh, God, Linda! I'm so close! You're gonna make me come!"

Linda had never experienced a man coming in her mouth and decided it was time she did! She wanted to make Tom come like this! He'd given her so much pleasure with his mouth she wanted to return the favor! She increased the intensity of her caresses.

"Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Aggggghhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!" Tom cried. While his body shook uncontrollably he grasped Linda's head and began thrusting his cock into her mouth.

Linda felt the penis in her mouth begin to throb, then warm, sticky fluids jetted into her. At first she thought she'd gag, but then she experienced a reaction she hadn't counted on. "Mmmmmmmppphhhhh!!!!! Mmmmmmmppphhhhh!!!" she moaned around Tom's pulsating pole, her body quivering, as his orgasm triggered one in her, too. She continued to suck and lick him until he was limp in her mouth, then she leaned against his legs, her arms wrapped around them. His legs were still trembling softly.

"My God, Linda!" Tom whispered, "That was unbelievable!" He bent down, lifted her to her feet, then picked her up in his arms. Her head fell onto his shoulder and her soft hair tickled his face as he carried her to the bed, laid her gently on it, then laid down next to her.

"Do you think what I did was awful?" Linda asked hesitantly.

"No way! I think it was wonderful!" Tom replied. He kissed her deeply and his hands started moving over her lithe, lovely body.

Linda, exultant, felt herself responding powerfully to Tom's touch. When his lips moved to her breast and seized a nipple, it was her turn to moan with pleasure. "Ohhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned, shuddering.

After paying attention to Linda's breasts and rigid nipples for some time, Tom pushed himself up on his elbow and said, "Turn over."

Linda did. Immediately his hands and lips went to work on her back, gliding up and down the smooth surface. Gratifying sensations spread before his moving hands in ever-widening waves, the way water spreads before the bow of a ship. Those waves of joy returned upon themselves, grew, and intensified.

Now he was playing with her ass! Linda was elated by the thoroughness with which he cupped and caressed each cheek. The sensations she was experiencing grew even more intense when his finger began to explore the cleft between the finely-formed globes of flesh. He was making her wild!

Her hips began rocking and she pulled her knees under her, raising her bottom off the bed, offering herself to him. Tom's hands stroked her legs and played over her buttocks, then his finger traced the tiny pucker of her nether opening.

"My God, Tom!" Linda moaned. "That feels incredible! Soooo nice!!"

Tom began stroking her thighs, continuing to electrify her, then his caresses moved to her vagina. His fingers slid between her well-lubricated, silken lips, toying with her sensitive clit. Next he stroked the little expanse of flesh between her vagina and anus, sending still more jolts of excitement through her.

"Tom, please!!! Oh, God!!! You're driving me crazy!" she whimpered, "I can't stand it! It feels too good!!"

With tantalizing slowness, he slid one finger between her labia, into her pulsating opening, which was slick with the juices of desire. His other hand slid down her belly and he grasped her engorged clit between his thumb and forefinger and began stroking it.

"Mmmmmmmpppphhhh!!!!" Linda moaned into the pillow as one of Tom's fingers began probing into her while his hand twirled her clit. She lifted her head. "Please, Tom!" she moaned, "I need you! Take me!! Please!!! Take meeee!!!"

Tom, just as turned on as Linda was, wanted her as desperately as she seemed to want him. He moved behind her, between her legs, grabbed her hips and raised them higher, making her a lovely target for his engorged cock. He moved closer and his erection, hot, and hard, slid against her thigh.

"Please! Please, Tom, take meeeee!!!!" Linda moaned, pushing back against him. When she did, she felt the tip of his erect member slide into her. "Yessssss!!! That's it!!! That's ittt!!! Put it in!! Put it in meeeeeee!!!" she cried.

With a powerful thrust, Tom pushed all the way into her until his thighs slapped against hers.

Tom's sudden movement drove Linda's head against the pillow. As he continued lunging into her, she reached down, touched herself at the point of their joining, and could feel his shaft sliding in and out of her. "I can feel you!!!" she groaned, "I can feel you!" Her fingers twirled her clit as he drove into her.

Tom was beyond control. He couldn't keep his hips from moving, from driving his cock deep into the body of the lithe woman kneeling in front of him.

"Now!!! Oh, God!!! Now!!!" Linda screamed. Her back arched and she rocked her hips wildly as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her. "Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!!!!!"

"Take itttttt!!!" Tom bellowed, no longer able to hold back, "I'm coming, too!!!" He exploded his torrid cream into her.

They rocked and bucked, their bodies straining, until nothing remained for them to share. Finally Tom pulled his partially hard shaft from Linda and flopped next to her on the bed, spent.

At first, Linda stayed as she was, head on the pillow, her body curving wonderfully up in the air, her gorgeous ass still exposed. Slowly, she lowered herself onto her belly, then she turned to face Tom and looked lovingly into his eyes.

"You are incredible!" she whispered.

"You are, too," he replied.

They moved into each other's arms and lay there for a while, holding each other, savoring the warmth that passed between them.

"You know," she said, "it wouldn't be at all hard to fall in love with you."

"I know, I was thinking the same thing about you..." Tom replied, kissing her on the forehead, "...and that worries me. I didn't start this to hurt you, and I'm afraid that's all I've done."

Linda nuzzled against him. "You didn't force me to do anything I didn't want to do," she whispered into his chest. "I began this knowing what the score was."

After a while, Tom stirred, and lay back. "Would you like some dinner?" 

"I'd love some," Linda replied. "I'm famished."

"You want to take a chance on going out?" he asked.

"Ah...if it's OK with you, I wouldn't mind going out," Linda said. She needed time to rest up before...whatever.

"You have any suggestions?" he asked.

"You decide," Linda told him.

They got up, took a friendly shower together, then, still naked, walked back into the bedroom.

"Damn," Tom said, pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "You're so damn beautiful I can't keep my hands off you."

"Hey," Linda pushed him away playfully, "I thought you said you were going to feed me."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," Tom replied, releasing her. He began slipping on his clothes.

Linda went into the bathroom, straightened her hair and applied a little makeup. Then she put her silky dark-blue dress back on, but left her bra off. She thought about leaving off her the rest of her underthings, too, but couldn't quite bring herself to do that. She'd never before gone out in public wearing so little under her clothes.

A while later, they were seated in a shadowy booth in a nice restaurant in another town, one where Linda wasn't likely to be recognized. "This is really nice!" Linda told Tom, then she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The movement caused her breasts to sway slightly under her silken dress, and the contact of her semi-rigid nipples against the smooth fabric caused a tremor of excitement run through her.

Tom felt her shudder. "Are you cold?" he asked.

"Anything but," Linda replied. She linked her arm in his and pressed against him.

A waiter arrived and took their order. He brought the drinks Tom ordered, then left. Leaving her arm linked in Tom's, Linda picked up her drink, raised it to her lips, and sipped it. Then, in response to a wild thought, she dropped her arm to his leg and began to stroke it gently.

"That feels nice," Tom whispered, pressing his leg against hers.

Boldly, Linda moved her hand to his crotch. She could feel his cock, which had already begun to swell and stiffen.

"You devil!" Tom scolded.

Linda noted that, despite his tone of voice, he shifted his body so she could have better access to him. "Are you complaining?" she giggled. She'd never had the courage to do something like this in public before.

"Not at all," Tom replied. Then, believing turn about was fair play, he put his hand on her leg and began to caress her through the slippery material of her dress.

Linda shuddered again. His touch felt wonderful, and the smooth material served to increase the delight his touch was giving her. She leaned back against the booth, luxuriating in the lustful sensations his caresses were causing.

Tom raised his hand and touched one of her nipples, which were poking out against the thin material of her dress.

"Ohhhh!!!" Linda moaned.

Tom's hand moved back to her leg and slid to the inside of her thigh.

Linda parted her legs, knowing that in the dimly-lit restaurant, with the table cloth hanging in front of them, nobody could see what they were doing to each other. She found the situation incredibly erotic and exciting.

"Mmmmmmnnnn!!!" she murmured when Tom's hand moved onto bare flesh. Without her realizing it, he'd managed to hike her skirt up, and now his hands were sliding over her silky soft her inner thigh. Pleasure radiated from his fingers into her leg, up into her vagina, and out through her entire body. She felt her nipples grow even stiffer.

Linda couldn't talk. All she could do was clutch Tom's arm as wild emotions infiltrated every part of her. This was so bad, so crazy, and so exciting!

Then Tom's hand stopped moving. "Want me to stop?" he asked.

"No! Please!!!" Linda pushed at his hand, "Don't stop, it feels too good!"

Tom immediately resumed what he was doing and the fantastic feelings returned. Linda felt his hand had been moving deeper and deeper between her legs, closer and closer to her vagina, and could feel herself getting wet. She was glad she'd at least worn panties.

Tom began stroking her vagina through the damp material of her panties. He sat there, coolly looking around, while under the table, his finger was reducing his companion to a panting, squirming mass of lust. Up and down, through the moist fissure, he slid his finger, and he felt her hips begin moving in counterpoint to it. At the upper end of each stroke, he let his finger brush over her clit.

"You...Ahhhhh!!!...are driving me...Ahhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!...wild!!" Linda gasped, while Tom's fingers continued to work on her wonderfully sensitive spot. Being in this public place made the thrills even more intense. Her buttocks writhed uncontrollably on the seat of the booth, her head lay on his shoulder, and she clung to his arm tightly, hoping her wild trembling wasn't visible to the restaurant's other patrons.

There was a flush of passion on Linda's face, and her erect nipples were poking out against her dress. Her chest was heaving with passion and her body was vibrating with need. She was sure Tom would make her come any second and wasn't sure how she would keep from screaming out in joy when that happened.

Then, suddenly, Tom took his hand from her and she felt her passion ebb a tiny bit. Maybe he was going to wait until they got back to the room before they finished. Then all the ecstasy she'd been feeling, and more, returned when he slid his hand back between her legs, hooked aside her panties, and shoved his finger into her.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Linda gasped when Tom's finger slipped into her vagina. Thrills exploded like fireworks behind her tightly closed eyes and she almost came. Through half-open, lust-clouded eyes, she saw the waiter approaching with their meal and struggled desperately to get herself under control. She was sure he would stop what he was doing now.

She was wrong. He intensified the movements of his hand, bearing down harder on her clit, moving his finger faster and faster. The harder Linda fought to keep from coming, the closer to coming she raced.

The waiter set the tray with their food on a stand near their table and began to uncover it. Then he turned to bring it to the table.

Linda desperately wanted to tell Tom to stop, but she knew if she opened her mouth, only moans of ecstasy would come out.

"I'm coming!!! I'm really coming!!!" Linda thought. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out loud as she was flooded with intense sensations of delight. She tried vainly to cover up what was going on inside her.

"Is the lady all right?" she heard the waiter ask Tom.

"She's fine," Tom told the young man, while he continued to caress Linda's vagina. "It's just that she's not used to drinking, and she was a bit tired, too. I'm sure she'll be fine once she has a little something to eat."

"Yes, sir," the waiter replied, sounding a bit uncertain. He finished placing their order on the table, then left.

Linda's orgasm finally ran it's course, and Tom took his hand from between her legs. He wiped it surreptitiously on his napkin.

"You bastard!" Linda gasped, punching him weakly on the arm. "Too much to drink, huh?"

"Would you rather I'd said, 'You'll have to excuse her, she's having an orgasm?'" Tom chuckled.

"No, I guess not," Linda admitted grudgingly.

She managed to get herself calmed enough to eat. She was quite hungry and, since the meal was very good, she ate quite a lot. Her appetite apparently had been stimulated by the strenuous sexual activities she'd been engaging in most of the day.

After dessert Tom and Linda shared coffee and talked.

"You have to go home tomorrow, don't you?" Linda asked.

Tom nodded. "I've got to head back tomorrow," he said. "I need to get on the road early, if I can." 

"What happens then?" Linda said, her eyes sad.

"I'm not sure what you mean," Tom replied.

"You're going home," she said, "Where does that leave me?"

Tom began stroking her leg again. "I guess that's up to you," he said. "Where do you want to be?"

"That's just it," Linda said, "I...I don't really know."

"I can't promise you anything more than today," Tom said. "I...I hate to say that, but..."

"I know," Linda said. "You've been honest about that from the beginning."

"You want to go back to the room, now that we've had some food?" Tom asked and squeezed her leg.

"I was hoping we would," Linda said.

Seated next to each other in the cab of the big pickup Tom towed his horse trailer with, they drove out of the parking lot.

Linda began to stroke Tom's leg the minute they got in the truck.

"You keep that up, and I'm liable to have a crash," Tom said, his a little hoarse.

"If I remember correctly, I owe you," Linda whispered. She continued running her fingers over his thickening cock through his jeans. She could feel it grow and swell. After a bit, she unzipped his the jeans, reached inside them, and wrapped her hand around Tom's swollen lance.

"My God!" Tom gulped, "Do you have any idea how that feels?" The sensations rushing through him were making it harder and harder for him to concentrate on driving.

"I'd say I'm turning you on," Linda replied calmly.

"How...how am I supposed to drive?" he croaked.

"Stop and park if you want," Linda retorted, smiling.

"Here, on the Interstate?" Tom replied, gasping.

"I guess you have a problem, then," Linda said. She tugged his erection out of his pants and almost giggled. It looked a bit obscene, sticking out from Tom's fully-clothed body. Then she began caressing it gently, feeling it throb as her fingers moved over it.

Luckily for Tom, he spotted a rest area just ahead of them. He pulled in, parked in a shaded area near the back, and shut off the truck's engine.

Linda tugged on his erection to get him to turn toward her, then she knelt on the floor, bent her head, and licked the florid, arrow-shaped tip of his cock, tasting the salty, taste of his excitement.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Tom exclaimed, thrusting his hips forward, trying to get Linda to take him in her mouth.

Linda took just the swollen tip between her lips and licked it for a moment, then she lowered her head and took as much of him as she could in her mouth. She began moving her head up and down, fucking him with her mouth. She could hear Tom's gasps and moans of pleasure and was thrilled.

"Ohhhhh!!!" he cried, "That's incredible!!!!! My God!!!! Please!!! Please!!! Don't stop!!!!! Don't stop!!!!"

Other cars and trucks entered and left the rest area, but their love-making continued. The chance of discovery there was probably higher than it had been in the restaurant. And that seemed to heighten the level of excitement the two people were feeling.

"Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!" Tom groaned when his hot fluids began jetting into Linda's mouth. "Ohhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhh!!!!" His hips rocked and twisted on the truck seat.

Linda swallowed as much of the stuff Tom shot into her mouth as she could, but she didn't get all of it, and what she missed dribbled down over her chin as, hungrily, she licked and sucked on his now-softening cock. She finally allowed his now-limp cock to drop from her mouth into her hand. She planted a soft kiss on the tip, then tucked the flaccid organ back inside his jeans. Then she got back up on the seat next to Tom, looked up at him, and smiled. "I think that makes us even," she murmured softly.




Indiscretions Ch. 11



Tom lay against the seat back, looking spent, his shirt awry, his pants unzipped. His face was beaded with sweat, and his chest was heaving.

"I...I'm not sure about that. I think, maybe I owe you one now," Tom said. He zipped up his pants, then slid back behind the steering wheel and fired up the truck's engine.

Linda slid over and snuggled against him.

They continued their trip back to the motel. When they got back to their room, Tom opened the door and Linda slid by him, kissing him lightly on the cheek as she did. He swatted at her bottom as she passed, then turned to close and lock the door.

By the time Tom finished locking and chaining the door and turned, Linda had shed her dress again and was standing there nude, smiling at him.

"Well," Tom's eyes moved over her body, "anxious, aren't we?"

Linda nodded. "Uh-huh," she murmured. She put her arms over her head, stretched, and saw desire flare in Tom's eyes. "But I've got to brush my teeth before we do anything."

Aware Tom's eyes were glued to her, Linda walked into the bathroom. She could feel her breasts bobbing softly as she went, and made sure she wiggled her ass. She stood at the sink, rinsed out her mouth, then began to brush her teeth. In the mirror, she saw Tom come into the bathroom behind her. She leaned over the sink, and he began to caress her with long, feather-light strokes.

"Mmmmppphhh!!!" the sound of delight came from Linda's toothpaste-filled mouth as Tom's gentle caresses sent pleasurable sensations sweeping through her.

Tom placed a kiss at the base of her neck, lifting her hair to get access. Then, slowly, he began to kiss and lick his way down her elegantly curved back. He couldn't get over how soft, smooth, and warm her skin was. And, despite the fantastic blow-job she'd given him only a short time before, he felt himself getting hard.

Sensation, delicious and warming, began to fill Linda while Tom's lips made a maddeningly delightful journey down her back. His hands stroked her legs and buttocks. Her legs were starting to get a little rubbery, so Linda dropped the toothbrush and braced herself on the counter with her hands. She felt as if she were on fire! Was there no end to Tom's ability to excite her?

"Ohhhhh!!!!" she exclaimed when he kissed the dimples in the small of her back. Then his lips journeyed to the cleft between her wondrously shaped buttocks.

Tom loved Linda's bottom. She had one of the finest asses he'd ever seen! He spread the firm globes of flesh gently with his hands, licked between them, and felt her squirm.

"My God, Tom!" Linda exclaimed, quivering, "That feels so wild!"

Tom kept his tongue and lips moving over her buttocks and between them. He could hear her babbling wildly and, the more he worked on her, the farther she bent over the counter, opening herself to him, presenting her vagina for his attention. He took advantage of what was being offered and began licking both her vagina and anus.

"Nooooo!!!!" Linda cried when Tom's tongue circled and briefly probed her anus. "Not that!!!" her feverish mind screamed, "Not there!!!" Coherent speech was beyond her, all she could do was moan, and continue to be overwhelmed by the sensations she experienced while Tom's tongue continued to probe and delve into both of her openings.

She was lying on the counter, her feet barely touching the floor. The cool counter-top felt good against her super-heated body.

"Ahhhhh!!!" she grunted when Tom's tongue parted the folds of her vagina. She was more turned on than she thought it was possible to be without coming.

"Please, Tom!!! I have to come!!! Tom, I have to come!!! Tom!!! Oh, please!!! Make me come!!! I need to come!!!" she begged.

Tom wasn't quite ready to put his erection in her, but he did respond to her urgent pleas. He slid his finger between her legs and into her.

Linda felt something begin to enter her and realized it was Tom's finger. She'd hve preferred his cock, but she didn't care. Just so he made her come! The finger moved around inside her for a while, stirring her to a still higher level of need, then it left and began teasing her rear opening.

Linda was startled to find that the new explorations felt incredibly good! "Ohhhh!!!" she moaned, her hips writhing and twitching, then there was insistent pressure--not unpleasant--and she had a totally new experience. Tom's finger slowly began to slide into her anus. She felt Tom move, then the head of his penis was at her vagina and he began entering her slowly.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, Tom!!! Yesssss!!! I need you!!!! Put it in meeeeee!!!! Put it in meeeeee!!" she implored.

Tom couldn't wait any longer. The minute he was in her, his hips began moving, driving his cock into her. Delight swelled through him.

Tom's probing cock was sending sensations beyond description through Linda. She couldn't focus. Every place something touched her body, she experienced an intense input of pleasure. Her hips rocked in time with his slow, insistent thrusts.

She felt something different, too. As her hips moved, she became aware of strange, delectable feelings coming from her ass. Tom was pressing his finger deeper and deeper into her there and Linda, startled, discovered it felt good! He was finger-fucking her ass!!! It was supposed to be perverted to do that, but it felt so goddamn good! Ecstatic sparks flew between her two pillaged openings.

"Nooooo!!!! Nooooo!!! Don't!!!!! Don't!!!!" Linda babbled, "It's...it's...Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Take meeeeee!!! Take meeeee!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Yesssssssssssssssssss!!!!" Her body bucked wildly as the most intense orgasm she ever had exploded through her.

"Now!!! Oh yes!!! Now!!! Take it, baby, take it!!!" Tom cried, erupting into her. He pressed against her as they pumped out their passion. Finally Tom straightened up and his cock slid from Linda. He pulled her to her feet.

Linda, barely able to stand, leaned against him. "You'll have to hold me, Tom," she said, "I'm too weak."

Tom scooped her up in his arms, carried her out to the bed, laid her gently on it, then he slid in next to her, and took her in his arms.



Indiscretions Ch. 12



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twelve

Bill Markham wasn't sure what was going on with Cindy Dillon, the waitress who worked in the diner he and his wife owned. When he arrived at work Sunday morning, Cindy was already inside, behind the counter and didn't say anything to him. That was odd. Usually, he got a bright smile and pleasant, "Hi, Bill."

He'd been flirting with Cindy ever since he'd hired her to work in the diner. He fantasized constantly about what the body under the tight uniforms the girl wore looked like. He wouldn't have minded if she'd acted as if she wanted to do more than flirt. But, until Cindy gave him an indication she wanted anything more than flirting, Bill, concerned about a sexual harassment suit, felt he had to let it go at that.

They were busy that evening, so Bill found little time to talk with his employee. Finally, the last customer departed. He locked the doors, put the "Closed" sign in the window, then he and Cindy began cleaning up. He decided now was the time to find out if something was wrong. "You've been very quiet today, Cindy," he said. "Are you OK?"

Cindy stood there behind the counter, with her head down. She sniffled, then her shoulders began to shake as she sobbed quietly.

"Look, Cindy, if you need someone to talk to," Bill said hopefully, "I'm a good listener."

The waitress took a deep breath and got herself under control. She looked up at him, smiling weakly. "Ah, I...I don't want to bother you, Mr. Markham," she said softly. "It's...it's just something I need to deal with myself, I guess."

Bill looked at his employee. Her uniform, as usual, was snug and displayed her excellent figure. A mass of fluffy blonde hair framed her pretty face. She had nice-sized breasts, but her ass was, he thought, her best feature. The tight uniforms she wore left no doubt as to its perfect shape. Bill, always an ass man, thought Cindy's bottom was mouth-watering.

The more he looked at the waitress, the better she looked, and the more he thought about what it would be like to go to bed with her. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?" he asked.

"It...it won't do any good," Cindy replied. She didn't want to burden her boss with her problems. She was sure if he found out how screwed up her life was, he'd fire her.

They finished cleaning up and, hopeful, Bill offered to give Cindy a ride home from work. He was delighted when she accepted his invitation. They walked to his car and he held the door so she could get in, then he went around and got behind the wheel, started the car, and drove off.

Bill had driven Cindy home before, but for some reason, tonight it felt different. His heart was hammering so hard he was sure she must be able to hear it. He didn't seem able to breathe properly, either. "I really would like to help you, Cindy," he said.

Cindy looked at him and smiled. "There's nothing much you can do, Mr. Markham," she said.

"I can listen," Bill responded. "Sometimes that helps more than you think it might."

"Maybe," she said. "I...I'm so confused...I..."

"Look," he said, "Go ahead, tell me a little bit about what's going on."

"Oh, I don't know...I shouldn't bother you with it," Cindy replied.

"I'm a good listener," Bill said. "I really am."

"Well..." Cindy took a deep breath and began. Once she started, she couldn't stop. Her fiancée had dumped her and her parents were blaming her and being miserable to her. She felt very alone. By the time she finished, she was sobbing again, and dabbing at the tears dampening her cheeks.

Bill, watching her cry, felt his cock grow stiff. He knew it was wrong for him to be thinking the things he was thinking, especially since Cindy seemed very vulnerable right now. It wouldn't be very nice of him to make a move on her when she wasn't thinking clearly. But that didn't mean he wouldn't. He pulled to the side of the road, stopped the car, turned to her, and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, now, come on, Cindy," he said softly. "Things will be all right. They really will. Give yourself a little time. And besides, you still have your son."

"Oh, God!" she sobbed. "I feel so awful!"

Bill put his arm around her and was thrilled when she slid across the seat and buried her head against his chest. Her hair tickled his face, making his skin tingle. He rubbed her back gently as she cried. Finally, the sobbing grew softer. She took a deep breath, leaned back, and looked at him.

"Really," he said. "Things will be all right. You're an attractive young woman, you'll find someone else."

Cindy found herself confused by the feelings that had begun to spread through her as she leaned against her boss. It did feel good having his arms around her, almost too good. She wasn't sure she wanted him to let her go. Somehow, he made her feel safe, protected, and special. His voice was comforting, too. She looked into her boss's eyes. She'd never realized it before, but Mr. Markham had nice eyes, caring eyes. She was glad she'd taken him up on his offer to listen to her problems. Talking with him did make her feel a little better. She was surprised to find herself feeling attraction for the balding older man she worked for.

"Thank you for listening to me, Mr. Markham," she said. She kissed him impulsively, intending it as a friendly gesture. She was totally unprepared for the intense feelings that surged through her when their lips met. Damn! Kissing Mr. Markham felt really good! Her heart began to pound and her chest felt tight.

Bill was surprised by Cindy's impulsive kiss, and even more so by the burst of sensations it evoked in him.

When the kiss ended, Cindy leaned back and looked at her employer. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening. Talking to him had made her feel better, but the kiss had started things inside her that confused her. How could she be feeling like this about him? He was almost old enough to be her father.

"Ah, I guess I better get you home, huh?" Bill said, his voice hoarse.

"I...I guess so," Cindy said. She noticed that her boss's voice sounded funny.

The trip to the mobile home park where Cindy lived didn't take long. Bill pulled up in front of her trailer and they sat in the car, looking at each other.

"Would...would you like, you know, a cup of coffee or something, Mr. Markham?" Cindy asked.

"Ah...yeah, I suppose I could manage a cup of coffee," Bill replied. He shut the car off, got out, opened the door for her, and escorted her up onto the small porch in front of her mobile home. This was going better than he hoped. An invitation into her home might well be the first step that would lead to an invitation to her bed.

"Why did I ask him in for coffee?" Cindy wondered as she walked up the steps to her front door. "Girl, you could be taking a big chance! If his wife finds out about this, you'll be looking for another job." She shrugged the feelings off. Mr. Markham had been nice and he listened to her. Being with him felt good. And he was a good kisser, too. Besides, her son was staying with her folks for a couple of days, and if Mr. Markham left, she'd be alone, which was the last thing she wanted. She doubted he'd tell his wife, so she was probably safe on that count.

Bill held the door for Cindy, then he followed her into the trailer. He looked around and saw how neat her home was. "This is very nice, Cindy," he remarked.

"Thanks," she replied, starting for the kitchen. "I'll start the coffee."

Bill followed Cindy into the kitchen and sat on a stool at the little breakfast nook there watching her start the coffee.

"Where do you keep the cups?" he asked.

"In that cabinet over there by the sink," Cindy said.

Bill found the mugs and carried two of them to where Cindy stood by the coffee maker. "Are you feeling any better?" he asked.

The young woman nodded. "I am," she replied. She felt comfortable and safe with him, and maybe even a little turned on. After all, he was a married man and he was in her home alone with her. She found that pretty heady. Impulsively, she went up on tip-toe and kissed him softly.

"What was that for?" Bill asked.

"You make me feel good," Cindy replied. "I'm glad I decided to talk to you."

"I'm glad you did, too," Bill said. He took a chance and pulled her against him.

Cindy didn't resist when her boss pulled her into his arms. She liked the way it felt having his arms around her. Pressed against his solid body, she felt as if no harm would come to her. At least she wasn't lonely any more. She looked up at him and, slowly, his face moved toward hers. Then their lips joined, fire rushed through her, and her tongue slid out, seeking his.

Bill extended his tongue, too, and the sensations caused by their colliding tongues rocked him. He felt her arms tighten around him while she pressed her body tighter against his.

"Wow!" Cindy exclaimed when the kiss ended. "God, Mr. Markham, I don't think I've ever been kissed like that before!" She was shaking and could feel his erection pressing against her belly. She hadn't planned on anything like this happening but, crazy as it seemed, now that it had, she didn't want it to stop!

Bill felt the same powerful feelings. He was making better progress than he'd dare hope he would! He tightened his arms and pulled the attractive blonde into another passionate kiss. Again their tongues dueled. By the time the kiss ended, Cindy was flushed and, he thought, looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her look.

"I want you, Cindy," he said softly. "Do you want me?"

Cindy gazed at him, her emotions in turmoil. Mr. Markham's kisses had excited her! She wasn't sure what to do. His hands slid down and cupped her buttocks, pulling her against his swollen bulge. Then she knew! She wanted him, too! She looked directly into his eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "I...I want you, too."

His heart hammering, Bill scooped Cindy up in his arms and felt her head fall against his shoulder. Her wild hair tickled his face. She was light in his arms. He was so excited he was afraid his cock would burst through his pants!

With her riding in his arms, her arms around his neck, he moved across the living room and managed to get her down the rather narrow hallway that ran most of the length of the trailer, into her bedroom. He laid Cindy on the bed, then he stood there, his chest heaving, heart pounding, looking down at her.

"You...you won't hurt me, will you?" she asked softly.

"God, no!" Bill exclaimed. "That's the last thing in the world I'd do!" He knelt next to her bed and began to trace her face with his finger. From the look on Cindy's face, he could tell he was thrilling her with the softness of his touch. Then he let his finger roam onto her neck.

Cindy had never been touched so softly or lovingly and it delighted her. She lay on her bed, moaning softly, a look of enchantment on her face.

Bill stopped caressing her and began unbuttoning the buttons down the front of her snug uniform. When they were open, he spread the garment apart.

"Please!" Cindy said, putting her hands on his, stopping him. "Please don't."

The young woman's sudden display of reluctance confused Bill. He hoped she hadn't changed her mind. "Do...do you want me to stop?" he asked. "I...I thought you said..."

Cindy shook her head. "No...it's...I...I'm afraid," she whispered.

"Afraid...of me?" Bill asked, startled.

Cindy shook her head. "I...I'm...I'm afraid you won't like my...my body," she stammered.

"I think you're beautiful," he replied gently. "I know your body will be, too." He covered her mouth with his. She arched her neck, opening her mouth, her tongue lashing his. While the kiss went on he finished opening her dress. When the kiss ended Cindy sat up and helped him remove both the dress and her bra, then she laid back.

Bill, wide-eyed, stared at her. How could she have believed he wouldn't find her beautiful?

"Do you...do you think I...I'm pretty?" Cindy asked. She'd never seen anyone look at her the way Mr. Markham was looking at her. It was as if he was worshipping her and it thrilled her.

"Cindy, you're beautiful!" he exclaimed, watching the rise and fall of her chest. "So incredibly beautiful!" He stroked her, feeling the incredible softness of her skin. She felt like warm silk. His hand moved over her chest, working out to the erecting tip of each perfectly formed breast. Her nipples were surprisingly large and had extended into rigid little finger-like buds.

"Ohhhhh, God!!!" Cindy moaned, her back arching, as her employer stroked her. "God, that feels wonderful!" Fierce sensations roiled through her as his caresses stoked the fires of lust brighter and brighter.

Bill, delighted by how soft and warm Cindy's skin was, loved the contrast between the soft skin and firm, rubbery tips of her breasts. He loved, too, the sounds his touch evoked from her, and the way her body moved against his hands. He had to have those nipples between his lips, so he bent his head and drew one of the taut buds gently into his mouth.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Cindy moaned. Her hands went to her boss's head, tangled in his thinning hair, and pulled him against her. "Oh, God, Mr. Markham, that feels so awesome!!"

Bill's lips moved from one turgid nipple to another, then back; drawing louder and more impassioned moans from the young woman as they did. Her motions grew more and more insistent.

While his lips worked on Cindy's breasts, his hand slid down over her flat, warm belly, exploring, seeking.

Cindy had never been this excited by a man's touch before. Mr. Markham was making her crazy! She could feel the crotch of her panties getting damp as the fluids of passion seeped from her. He was making her feel sooo good! She should have invited him in a long time ago!

"Please!" she moaned. "Oh, please! Feels so gooood!! Oh, God! That feels soooooo gooood!!"

Bill stopped kissing her breasts and gazed at her naked body. He was so turned on already he was afraid he'd come in his pants. She was so lovely!

"Cindy, you are really gorgeous!" he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Cindy trembled with delight at his comment, then she almost jumped off the bed when he kissed her navel. At the same time, his hand began to move over her strong, perfectly-formed legs.

It was all Bill could do to keep from tearing his clothes off, jumping on the gorgeous young woman, and ravishing her; but he didn't. Not yet. He intended to make this experience last as long as possible! He might never have a chance to do something like this again!

Between Bill's kisses and caresses, Cindy was quaking with passion. Each stroke, each kiss built her hunger to a higher and higher level! Then, as his lips moved over her belly, his hand touched the silken lips of her vagina. The sudden jolt of excitement that resulted caused her hips to arch upward, off the bed.

"Ohhhhhh!!! I'm gonna go crazy!!!" Cindy groaned, pressing herself against his hand. Unutterable thrills roiled through her when he caressed her aching, lubricant-drenched pussy. Her body arched and twisted and thrills continued to rumble through her. "Ahhhhh!!! Oh, God, Mr. Markham!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!" she mewled, her whole being afire.

Bill, acutely aware of how turned on Cindy was, began to probe her juicy opening with his fingers. Her groans got louder and she pressed against him more frantically.

"Tooo gooooddd!!!" she groaned, "Oh, God!!! That feels toooo goood!!!"

Bill slid a finger between the puffy lips and into her and, while his finger twirled and thrust, her hips began a rhythmic response.

Cindy was rapidly being overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations her employer's caresses were evoking! "Godddd!!! Gawwwddddd!!! Aggggghhhh!!!!" she babbled. "Oh!! Oh!! Ohh!!" She was going to come soon! She had to! She couldn't ever remember being this turned on!

Bill took her to the point of losing control, then he backed off and let her calm down for a few moments before he resumed what he was doing and took her to an even higher level of need!

"Oh, God!" Cindy moaned, "Please! Oh, please, Bill! I got to come! Please! Bill!!! I need to come!!!"

Bill heard Cindy's fervent plea, bent down and, continuing to thrust his finger into her, seized her clit between his lips.

"Ohhhhh! What...what are you...Ohhhhhh!!!" Cindy howled when even more exquisite sensations flashed through her. Her insides felt as if they were about to melt and rush out of her. "Yesssssss!!!! Yesssss!!! Agggggghhhhh!!!! Agggghhhhh!!!!" she cried, "That's it!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! I'm commminnnngggg!!!! Commmmminnnnnggggg!!! Yesssssss!!!!! Yesssssssss!!! Oh, God, yessssssssssssss!!!!!!"

Gradually Cindy's frantic motions slowed, but Bill continued to caress her tenderly until she lay still. Then he looked at her.

Cindy gazed at her employer and smiled. "That was awesome! But what about you?" she asked.

"That was just the appetizer," Bill said, licking his lips. "Unless you want me to stop."

"Oh, no!" Cindy replied. "I want you in me!"

"I'm glad you said that," Bill said. "I'm not sure what I'd have done if you said you wanted me to leave."

"There's no way I'd tell you to leave, not after that!" Cindy replied. She watched as he stood up, shed his clothes and laid down next to her on the bed. She looked down, saw his erection, and wrapped her hand around it. It was so hard! And hot! It was throbbing, too!

"Cindy, you have to be careful," Bill said, his voice strained. "I...I'm really turned on and..."

"Ohhhh!" Cindy giggled. "What's the matter?"

"If you had any idea how much I want you...Ahhhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!...you'd understand!" Bill croaked.

Cindy was excited by his admission. "I want this in me!" she said, tugging on him.

Bill needed no further encouragement. He rolled atop her, his bulk pushing her down into the mattress, his hard shaft slipping between her legs. He raised his hips, reached between them, and guided the head of his straining cock to her moist opening. He pushed his hips down and felt his cock slip into her tight, hot, wet opening. "God, Cindy, you're so tight!" he exclaimed.

"You feel so big!" she moaned, "It feels like you're splitting me open, but it feels good, too! Oh God, does it ever feel good!"

Sensations billowed through Bill as his shaft buried itself in her snug sheath. He was making love to her! When he had his cock fully embedded, he stopped and enjoyed the delight rippling through his body from their union. It was every bit as good as he hoped it would be!

"I'm not moving because I'm afraid if I move, I'll come," he explained, staying still a little longer, savoring the feelings coursing through him. Then, slowly he began to move. He knew he couldn't wait long, even being in Cindy and not moving had brought him closer to coming.

"Ohhhh!!! That feels so good!" Cindy moaned. "I...I didn't think anything could feel better than what you just did, but this does! Oh, God!!! Yessss!!!!!" She locked her legs around him and thrust against him feverishly seeking the release she knew would soon come.

"Wow!" Bill cried out suddenly, "Oh, Wow!! Oh, my, God!!!" Urgent pulses of release raced from his toes to the roots of his hair and he exploded powerfully, pumping gob after gob of his hot cream into her.

"You're commminnnngggg!!!! Oh, God!! It's so hot!!! It feels so good!!" Cindy cried when his torrid sauce began splattering into her, then, "Agghhh!!!! Agghhh!!! Aggghhh!! I'm commminng again!!!" Unbelievable feelings of delight swept through her. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! My God!!! My God!!! My Goddddddddddddd!!!!" she cried, her body bucking wildly.

Their joining finished, they lay in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of their wonderful shared experience.

"I've never felt this good!" Cindy whispered. "I...I never knew I could feel that good!"




Indiscretions Ch. 12



Bill kissed her on the forehead. "I'm glad I performed satisfactorily," he said.

Cindy pushed herself up on her elbow, and looked down at him. Bill caressed one of her pert breasts, making her shudder with the thrill. "Did you ever, you know, think about doing this with me before?" she asked. His hand was making her crazy!

Bill nodded. "I have to admit I have thought about it," he replied. "I've dreamed of making love with you from the first day you came to work for us, but I never thought it would happen."

"But you're married!" she exclaimed. "And your wife's so pretty!"

"You're right, Bonnie is attractive," Bill agreed. "But my being married has nothing to do with the fact that I wanted you. And I really did. Desperately."

"I don't understand," Cindy said. His insistent manipulation of her breast had the fires of need burning deep inside her again.

"I'm not sure I can explain," Bill continued, "All I know is that making love with you is wonderful. I've never experienced anything like it."

"Oh," Cindy said. At that point, all she knew was that his toying with her nipples had her vibrating with need again! She reached down between them and was surprised to find that he had a hard-on again. "You've got another hard-on!" she exclaimed.

"Ah, you seem to have a somewhat stimulating, uh, effect on me," Bill replied. "Question is, what are you going to do about the condition you have me in?"

"I have you...?" Cindy asked. She gave his erection a squeeze. "I'm not exactly calm and collected, you know! Do you have any idea how good what you're doing to me feels?"

"Oh?" Bill said. "You mean you like it when I do this?" He rolled atop her and began suckling her nipples, which again grew to rigid points.

Cindy decided not to talk any more. What Bill was doing to her felt too good! As he sucked her rigid nipples, one of his hands slid between her legs and his fingers began to explore her swampy hole. Soon he had her writhing and bucking with need again.

"I...I'm ready again!" she said urgently. "Please, Bill! Don't make me come without you!"

"I wouldn't think of doing that," Bill said. He rolled onto his back, pulling her atop him. "Your turn," he said. "I fucked you last time. This time, you fuck me!"

His rigid shaft was pressed between them, the length of it pressing against Cindy's belly. She kissed him, then raised her hips, freeing the fleshy shaft. As it stood up, the tip slid between her legs and slapped against her vaginal lips. She reached between them, held it steady, then lowered herself on it. As it slid into her, she could feel it opening her, stretching her, filling her, thrilling her.

"Oh God!" she murmured, "I...I think you're in me even deeper than you were last time!"

"Complaining?" Bill asked.

"Hell no!" Cindy exclaimed. She started rocking her hips and felt the hard, fleshy invader begin to stir her insides. "My God! Oh, no! Oh, no!" Once more stupendous feelings boiled up inside her. She sat up, then felt added thrills when his hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs struck sparks of excitement from her rigid nipples. Faster and faster she moved her hips, rocking, raising, and lowering them. Each movement brought her to new heights of rapture. Then she knew she was going to come again! She was coming!

"Ohhhhh!!!!! Yessssss!!!! Aggainnnn!!!! Ohhhh!!! Again!!!!" she cried, "Ohhhh!!!!! I'm commmminnnngggg!!!! Again!! Yesss!!! Yessss!!! Ohhhh!!!! Yessss!!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, God, Bill!!! Oh, God!!! Gawwwwwwwdddddddd!!!"

Bill grasped Cindy's breasts tightly as his orgasm boiled up inside him and he erupted. "Unnnnhhhh!!! Unnnnhhhhh!!!! Take it!!! Take itttt!!!" he groaned, as his hot juices gushed into her.

Exhausted, Cindy collapsed on top of Bill and lay there, enjoying the way it felt to have his arms wrapped around her. Without intending to, she dozed off.

Bill realized Cindy had fallen asleep and gently rolled her onto the bed next to him. Then he bent and kissed her softly. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" he whispered.

Cindy started awake and sat up, at first scared. Then she remembered who was with her. "My God! Did we spent the whole night together?" she asked. She was afraid Bill's wife would find out what happened and she'd get fired. And she needed the job.

"No, you only slept for a few minutes," Bill told her.

"Good," she replied. She lay back down and stretched luxuriously. "Ohhh!!! God! You are such an unreal lover! I had no idea it was possible to be this satisfied!"

"I'm glad you liked the way I made love to you," Bill said. He drank in the way her body moved as she stretched.

"I didn't just like it, I loved it!" Cindy exclaimed. She rolled on her side to face him, pressing her body against his. "My God!" she gasped. "You're hard again!"

"I guess you bring out the beast in me," Bill said, grinning.

Cindy was surprised. Other men she'd been with had wanted her, too, but not like he did! He had a hard-on all the time! She was thrilled! His penis, erect and hard, jammed between her legs, brushed the soft lips of her already-quaking love-cave. "You must bring out the beast in me, too," she said, quivering as his hands began sliding up and down her back and playing with her ass. "Because I'm turned on, too." She began to rock her hips, loving the delightful way his cock rubbed against the lips of her vagina. "Don't make me wait!" she urged softly. "I want you again!"

"I won't," Bill replied and rolled on top of her. He raised his hips and the blood-engorged tip of his rod slid between her silken lips, then he plunged downward and felt her exquisite warmth engulfing him as he slid into her. Hilted all the way, he raised himself up on his arms, keeping his hips pressed against her.

"Ohhhh!!! Yesssss!!!" Cindy murmured. "I can't get enough of you!" Her body shook from the force of his thrusts and she loved it! She couldn't believe how good he made her feel! Exquisite sensations shot through her, bubbling and boiling, superb feelings, growing and spreading. "God! You make me feel so good!" she sighed, locking her legs behind his. Suddenly, it was happening again!

"Yesssssssssss!!!! Yesssssssss!!! Yesssssss!!!" she hissed. Her legs clamped around him and her hips thrust against him urgently. "Good!!! Oh!!! God!! I'm commminnnngggg!!! Yesssss!!! Yessss!!! I'm commminnnnggggg!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!"

"Me, tooo!!!!" Bill groaned and felt his hot fluids spew into his lover once again.

"Yesssss!!!! Yessssss!!!!" Cindy moaned when his spewing fluids gave her even more you, "Give it to me!!! Give it to meeeeee!!!!"

Once again spent, they lay in each other's arms. Cindy kissed Bill softly.

"I really should get going," he said. "I hate to, but I really do need to get home."

"I know," she said. "I guess I don't have to tell you I'm sorry you have to go."

They got up. Bill got dressed and Cindy slipped on a robe. She hated the idea of his leaving, but she was also a realist. If he didn't come home, his wife would start to wonder, and she already had the feeling Bonnie didn't like her very much.

"Do...do you think...maybe you...you might come over for coffee after work some night?" she asked as she walked toward her front door with him.

"Would you like me to?" Bill replied.

"Ah...yeah...ah...I sure do!" Cindy said, hugging him.

"Then I will," he said, smiling.



Indiscretions Ch. 13



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter thirteen

Mitch was on his home from work, debating whether he wanted to go to the diner and see if Bonnie was available, or just go home, grab a sandwich, and got to bed. Then he saw a small foreign car sitting next to the road. The hood was open and a petite young woman, dressed in sweatpants and a snug T-shirt, was leaning into the open engine compartment.

Mitch braked, made a U-turn, and pulled his pickup off the road across from where the car was sitting. He turned on his four-way flashers and got out of his truck.

"Having problems?" he asked as he walked across the highway.

The girl turned and frowned at him. "My damn car just quit on me!" she exclaimed. She kicked a tire, then winced. It never pays to kick something harder than your foot. Especially when you're wearing sandals. "Goddammit!" the girl said. She began to cry. "Why the hell does everything in my life have to go to shit?"

"Hey, come on," Mitch said. The girl was reasonably attractive; petite and thin, with long dark brown curly hair she had pulled up into a fluffy shoulder-length pony-tail. She looked like she was in her teens, but could have been older. "You want me to take a look at it and see if I can get it running for you?"

She looked at him, tears streaming down her face, and sniffled. "Sure," she snorted, "go ahead. You sure as hell can't make things any worse! Damn!" This time she hit the door with her small fist.

Mitch bent over and looked into the engine compartment. Almost immediately, he spotted what he thought the problem was. The coil wire had, for some reason, come out of the distributor. "There," he said, shoving the wire back in where it belonged. "Try starting it now."

The girl got behind the wheel, turned the key, and the car roared to live. She let it run and got out. "Damn!" she said, "You fixed it! What was it?"

"Your coil wire came loose," Mitch said. "You been driving on rough roads or something?"

"Yeah," she said, blushing. "I was. My boyfriend's been running around on me and I was cruising some back roads looking for the asshole!"

"Well," Mitch said, "it's OK now."

"Hey, thanks for stopping and helping me," the girl said. "What do I owe you?"

"Nothing," Mitch said. "All I did was stick the wire back in where it belonged."

"You want to come to my place for a cup of coffee?" she asked.

"Sounds good to me," Mitch said. "By the way, my name is Mitch Hathaway."

"I'm Kristin Albrecht," she replied, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Mitch. God, I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't stopped."

"Somebody else would have," he said.

"Sure they would," she snorted. "You got any idea how many cars passed me before you stopped?"

"Not everyone's a good Samaritan, I guess," Mitch said.

"You got that right," Kristin snorted. "You want to follow me to my place and I'll get that coffee for you?"

"Sounds good to me," Mitch said.

They got in their vehicles and Mitch followed her as she drove through town and out into the country. Eventually they pulled up in front of her house. They got out of their vehicles and walked up onto the porch of a big old farmhouse. Kristin unlocked the door and they entered a big kitchen. It was very neat and homey, with a large round table covered with a red and white checked tablecloth in the center of the room and ladder-back chairs arranged around it.

"You want something to eat besides the coffee?" Kristin asked. "I was gonna make supper for myself anyhow."

"Sure," Mitch said.

 "Make yourself comfortable," Kristin said. "I'll see what I can find."

Mitch sat down at the table while Kristin walked to the refrigerator. She turned to him. "You want coffee or would you prefer something else?" she asked.

"Whatever you have," Mitch said.

"Is soda OK?" Kristin asked.

"Soda's fine," Mitch told her. "I drink too much coffee anyhow."

She got a can out of the refrigerator and handed it to him. "I hope diet's all right," she said. "I don't have nothin' else."

"It's all I ever drink," Mitch replied. "So, I take it you and your boyfriend had a fight?"

Kristin got herself a can of soda and sat down at the table next to him. "Yeah. All of a sudden he says he can't handle living with me, so he takes off," she replied, a catch in her voice.

"Sounds like you didn't expect it," he said.

"I try, I really do," she said, "but everything seems to piss him off. Sometimes I get so tired of trying. I mean, it's like he's always pissed about something. If I don't do things exactly right, he's pissed, if my kid isn't good, he's pissed, if his kids aren't good, he's pissed."

"You have a child?" Mitch asked.

"Yeah, a little boy," Kristin replied. She swallowed some soda. "My brother took him to Canada fishing for school vacation."

"And your boyfriend thinks your son isn't well-behaved?" Mitch asked.

"Sometimes," Kristin said. "He's not a bad kid, actually, but when he isn't, my boyfriend always takes it out on me."

"You mean he hits you?" Mitch asked, feeling his muscles tighten. He'd never been able to understand why a man would hit a woman. It went against everything he believed. And hitting a woman as attractive as Kristin was a real crime.

Kristin rubbed her shoulder. "I still got bruises from the last time," she said softly. "I mean, I guess..." She shrugged again. "I mean, every time it happens he says he's sorry, after, but..."

"Nobody deserves to be hit," Mitch said, unable to keep the anger out of his voice.

"Hey, look, he's really not that bad, you know?" Kristin said defensively. "I mean, he's under a lot of stress on his job, and his ex-wife's always bugging him and..."

"Did he hit his ex-wife, too?" Mitch asked.

Kristin nodded. "Yeah, I guess so," she said. "She says that's why she left him."

"Does he hit your son?" Mitch asked.

"No way!" Kristin said, her eyes flashing. "He ever lays a hand on Tad and I'll kill him! Nobody is going to hit my kid! No way!"

Mitch shook his head in amazement. She was willing to let her boyfriend pound on her, but not her kid. Well, you have to draw the line somewhere.

Kristin looked at him. "Look, I...I really appreciate what you did for me, Mitch," she said softly. "I mean, there's probably nobody else who'd have done what you did."

"Maybe," Mitch said, feeling his face get hot.

"Ah..." Kristin said. "You got to be anywhere?"

"No," he said. "I was just trying to decide if I was going to go to the diner or go home and make myself something when I saw you."

Kristin got up and got some things out of the refrigerator. She put something in a microwave oven, and put some other things in a toaster oven, then she got some dishes out of the cupboard and put them on the table.

"I don't have a lot of fancy stuff," she said, "just some frozen things. I...I hope you don't mind."

"I'm not fussy," Mitch said.

They had Salisbury steak, French fries, and frozen peas. All-in-all, the meal wasn't bad. Not fancy, but Mitch had eaten worse.

"You aren't like most guys I know," Kristin said as they ate.

"I'm not?" Mitch asked. "How am I different?"

"You listen, you know?" she said. "I mean really listen. When I talk to Bud - he's my boyfriend - it's like he doesn't hear what I say half the time." She smiled at him. "You married?"

Mitch shook his head as he forked a piece of meat into his mouth.

"How come?" she asked. "Good-looking guy like you, I'd have figured you'd be married."

Mitch finished chewing and swallowed. "I haven't found the right person, I guess," he said.

"Bud and I, we been together five years," Kristin said. "And I was with Tad's father from when I was sixteen."

They finished eating and Mitch helped her put the dishes in her dishwasher.

Kristin seemed surprised that he helped. "You always help with the dishes?" she asked as Mitch put the last of his dishes in the machine.

"I don't get the chance very often," he said. "Seeing as how I live alone, there's nobody else to do it, you know?"

"Bud never helps around the house," Kristin said. She leaned against the counter. "All...all he ever does is bitch about what I didn't do, you know?" Her eyes started to redden and her voice caught. She looked forlorn. "I...I don't know what's the matter with me? Why can't I be a real woman?" She looked at Mitch. "Is...do you think there's something wrong with me?"

"No," Mitch said, "I don't think there is. Except, maybe, you don't give yourself enough credit."

She sniffled a little. "If you were married, you wouldn't hit your wife, would you?" she murmured.

Mitch shook his head. "I wouldn't," he said, "and you shouldn't let Bud hit you."

She sniffled again. "I...I know," she said. "Other people tell me that, too. But...well, I mean, I'm not getting any younger, and I got Tad and all, and sometimes Bud's nice, you know?"

"A man should be gentle with his woman," Mitch said. "A real man is."

"I wish..." Kristin began. She sighed softly. "I never knew anyone who was gentle. None of the guys I been with were like that. I mean, even Tad's father - he said he was really in love with me - he used to smack me once in a while. It's gotta be something about me."

Mitch moved closer to her. "It isn't you," he said. "The only thing you're guilty of is bad judgment in men."

She looked at him, puzzled. "Bad judgment?" she snorted. "I guess! How come I pick guys who want to beat on me all the time? Why can't I find someone nice? Like you."

Mitch shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "But I think you ought to be glad your boyfriend's gone."

"Yeah, sure," Kristin said. "Thing is, I'm not sure how I'm gonna manage on my own."

"Do you own the house?" he asked.

She nodded. "My folks gave it to me and my brother when they retired," she said. "They're in Florida now. My brother already owned a house, so he let me and Bud move in here. I have to pay my folks every month, though. They set up something through a lawyer, you know? When they die, Bud gets half of it."

"Could you get by on your pay?" he asked.

Kristin shrugged. "Probably," she said, "but it wouldn't be easy. I mean, I kinda got used to having Bud's income, you know?"

"Someone as attractive as you are doesn't deserve to be beat up," Mitch said. "Maybe being on your own wouldn't be so bad."

Kristin gave him an odd smile. "Attractive, hah, that's a joke," she retorted. "I know what I look like, and it ain't attractive."

"Kristin, you are attractive," Mitch said. "I think you're very attractive."

"Yeah, sure, with no makeup and in these grubby sweats, sure!" she snorted. "I'm a real cover girl, just like Christy Brinkley."

"I think so," Mitch told her.

"You're the only one," Kristin said. "All Bud ever does is talk about how hot this one or that one looks. He does it, then he says he wished I looked that good." She shuddered a little and a tear seeped out of the corner of her eye. "Just once, just once I'd like to have someone say that I'm pretty and really mean it."

"I told you I thought you were attractive. What makes you think I don't mean it?" Mitch asked.

Kristin started to cry. "Be...because..." she blubbered. Then her sobbing made it impossible for her to talk.

Mitch was moved. Without thinking, he pulled her into his arms. She moved against him and buried her face in his chest, sobbing so hard her tiny form shook. Gently, he rubbed her back while she cried.

Mitch's desire to soothe Kristin, though well-intentioned, was causing him problems. The pressure of her body against his, and her vulnerability, was turning him on. He pulled his hips back so she wouldn't feel his erection.

Kristin took a deep breath, leaned back in his arms, and gazed up at him. "That...that was nice," she whispered. "It feels good when you hold me."

"You should feel safe," Mitch said, his throat thick. "It's a crime that someone as lovely as you is hit."

Kristin shuddered a little, and her mouth opened a bit. She continued to look at him, her arms around him. "I...I feel kind of funny," she said.

Mitch cleared his throat, which seemed thick. "Ah...me, too," he said, then he kissed her. He wasn't sure what told him he could, but he knew it would be all right. When their lips met, Kristin's arms tightened around him and her body melted against his. Mitch no longer worried whether she could feel his hard-on. While the kiss went on, he slipped his hands under her sweatshirt onto the smooth skin of her bare back. She groaned into his mouth and her tongue sought his and lashed it.

Kristin continued clutching Mitch and kissing him as his hands roamed under her clothes. After caressing her back for a brief period, he slid his hands under the elastic waist of her sweatpants. Passion surged through him in overpowering waves and, judging from the sounds she was making, Kristin was experiencing similar sensations.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, and while it did, Mitch shoved her sweatpants down. Then he cupped her bikini-clad bottom, pulling her against him. One of her legs locked behind his and she pressed herself against his swollen penis.

Her hands went between them, working desperately at his belt. She got it open, then she opened his pants, which dropped around his ankles.

Mitch moaned when Kristin's tiny hand encircled his swollen shaft and thrilling sensations ripped through him. He had to have her! Now! He stepped back and peeled her sweatpants and bikinis off, then he cupped her bottom, pulled her to him, and lifted her off her feet.

Kristin groaned, grabbed his cock and, as he held her, she centered the head on her pussy. Carefully, Mitch lowered her and a tremor of joy shook him as his cock slid into her warm, wet opening.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Kristin moaned. Her legs locked around his waist and her arms encircled his neck.

Clutching Kristin's small, firm bottom, Mitch began raising and lowering the tiny woman on his impaled organ, rocking his hips, feeling his cock probe deep into her snug opening. He'd never done anything like this before! It was incredible! Locked together in the middle of her kitchen, their bodies joined, they strained against one another, seeking the release they both desperately needed. He hadn't planned for this to happen, but he wasn't sorry it had, not in the least!

"Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!!" Kristin cried as Mitch hauled her up and down on his rigid pole. He could feel the muscles of her buttocks clenching and releasing in his hands as he slid in and out of her. She weighed little, but what they were doing was strenuous. Her mouth was all over his face, licking, sucking, nibbling his ears, filling them with her cries of passion.

Suddenly, Kristin's arms and legs tightened on him and a powerful shudder went through her. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" she cried. Her insides were vibrating on his cock and her tight bottom rocked wildly in his hands as she came.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Mitch's cry of delight mingled with Kristin's as he hosed her insides with his hot spend.

"Wow, was that ever intense!" Kristin murmured, still clutching his neck, secure in his hands, after their passion ebbed a bit. "I...I never felt like that before, you know?"

Mitch lowered her to her feet and she put her arms around him and leaned against him. "I...I don't usually do stuff like that," she murmured.  "I mean, I don't just let anybody come in here and bang me."

Mitch hugged her. "I didn't think you did," he said. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that. You...you were very vulnerable and..."

Kristin looked up at him and smiled. "You didn't take advantage of me," she told him. "I wanted that as bad as you did. I...I just ain't sure why." She shuddered a little. "You don't need to go right away...do you?" she asked hesitantly.

"No, not right away," Mitch said.

"Good," Kristin replied and hugged him.

Mitch wasn't sure what would happen next, but if it were anything like what had happened so far, he knew it would be wonderful!

They stood there in her kitchen, naked from the waist down, their loins sticky with the remnants of their stand-up love-making, looking at each other for a few moments. Then Mitch picked her up in his arms. "Where's your bedroom?" he asked, looking around.

"Upstairs," Kristin whispered. She put her arms around him and buried her face in his neck.

Carrying the tiny woman up the flight of stairs was no problem. Mitch doubted she weighed more than a hundred pounds. Once they reached the bedroom, he set her on her feet, peeled her T-shirt off, then he shed his shirt and undershirt. While he undressed, Kristin laid down on the bed and watched him.

When he was undressed, Mitch looked down at the woman on the bed. They'd already fucked wildly, but he hadn't seen her naked. She was a delight to look at. Her body was slim, almost boyish, and she had tiny breasts that sagged slightly back into her chest as she lay there. Her nipples, small but hard, jutted from her pancaked breasts. Her eyes were wide. She licked her lips and watched him carefully.

Mitch knelt next to the bed, grabbed her slim legs, and turned her so he was between the pale columns of flesh.

"You...you're going to eat me?" she murmured. "We...Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

As his lips and tongue began punishing Kristin's pussy, Mitch discovered that she was one of the most enthusiastic lovers he ever had. She was the loudest, that was for sure. Her cries of delight echoed through the house as he delved into her slit, thrusting his tongue deep into her, licking the swollen nub of her clit.

"Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!" she cried, her legs jerking, her body twisting frantically.

Mitch was delighted. Kristin responded to being eaten more enthusiastically than any woman he'd ever been with!

"I'm commmminnnnnnnngggggg!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!" she shrieked, her body stiffening and quivering. "Eeeeee!!! Eeeee!!!! Eeeeeeeee!!! Yessssssss!!!!! Yessssssss!!!!"

Kristin's pussy was still quivering around Mitch's tongue when he pulled it out of her, stood up, gripped his cock, slid over her and slammed it into her.

"Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!" Kristin's screams of pleasure grew louder as his cock plunged into her again and again. Her legs locked behind his and her pelvis strained against his. "Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!"

Still in her, Mitch turned her on her side. It felt as if his cock was reaching to the very mouth of her uterus when he rammed into her. She squeezed her tiny breasts, pulling at the nipples.

"Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!" Kristin's passionate screams continued. Each movement of his embedded cock drew a cry of delight from her. Mitch had never known anyone who liked being fucked as much as she did!

He managed to get Kristin on her hands and knees, still pounding his cock into her. Her exclamations of joy continued as he slid his hands up and down her slim back. He wet his finger and pressed it against her anus and she went even wilder.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Eeeeeeeeeee!!!! Yessssssssss!!!! Yessssssss!!!! Yessssssssss!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!" Kristin wailed. Her lean body quivered and shook as she drove back against him. Then she stiffened. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" the slim woman cried, pressing her ass back against Mitch's invading finger as what seemed like an endless orgasm ripped through her.

Mitch was close, so close, but he called on every bit of self-control he had and managed to keep from coming. He pulled out of her still-quivering opening, rolled her on her back, then he plunged into her again.




Indiscretions Ch. 13



"Yesssssssssssss!!! More!!! More!!! More!!!" Kristin cried, pulling at his arms, her hips squirming and thrusting against his. "Give me more!!! Fuck me more!!!!! More!!!!!!!"

Mitch pushed himself up on his arms to give himself more leverage and thrust into her as hard as he could. If she wanted more, he'd give her more!

"Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!" Kristin continued squealing with ecstasy.

Mitch was stunned. Kristin's capacity for sex seemed boundless! She'd come at least three times! He began to wonder if she'd ever stop!

"Now!!! Now!!! Nowwwwwwwwwww!!!" she cried when she began to come again. Her grip on Mitch's arms was so tight it was almost painful. "One more time!!! One...more...time!!!"

Mitch had never experienced such ardor, and the woman showed no sign whatever of stopping. Her wails of bliss continued.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!" Kristin's screams were accompanied by hip movements more fervent than she'd exhibited before.

"Take...it!!! Take my come!!!" Mitch yelled as he hosed Kristin with his hot juices. "Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

"Yesssssssssssssss!!! Oh, yessssssssssssss!!!!!!" Kristin cried when she felt Mitch's come showering her insides. She frantically planted kisses on his face, clutching him desperately. "Yessssssssssssssss!!!!!!"

"I've never known anyone like you!" Mitch said, still breathless when their ardor finally began to cool. Kristin's petite form was nestled against him. "Kristin, you are incredible!"

Kristin burrowed closer. "I've never, ever been made love to like that," she murmured. "I don't know what came over me! God! I musta come, what, three, four times?"

"Four, I think," Mitch said, sliding his hand gently over her back.

Kristin shuddered. "I mean, I like sex and it's always been good..." she whispered, "but...but never, ever like that was! God! Am I ever glad you stopped and fixed my car!"

"I am, too," Mitch told her.

"I...I hate to do this," she said, "but I have to be at work in an hour."

Mitch kissed the top of Kristin's head. "I guess I better go, then," he said, "but I have to tell you it wouldn't take much to get me to stay." He squeezed one of her firm buttocks. "Not much at all."

Kristin giggled softly. "It probably wouldn't do you any good if you did stay," she said, "I think I'm screwed out!"

Mitch cleaned up and got dressed. Kristin walked him to the door. He kissed her tenderly. "I'm concerned about you, Kristin," he said. "Nobody deserves to be hit, certainly not someone as special as you are."

Kristin looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "You...you really do think I'm special, don't you?" she asked.

Mitch nodded and said, "You may be the most special woman I ever met."

"Maybe...maybe I'll call one of those women's crisis places," she said softly. Then her face grew sterner. "I...I don't wanna be hit no more."

Mitch kissed her on the forehead. "I think that's a wonderful idea," he told her.

"Will...will we...I mean...?" Kristin stammered, gazing up at him.

"Why don't I call you tomorrow and see how things are with you?" he said.

"Any time you want a home-cooked meal, there's one here for you," she said. "Any time..."

"I'll keep that in mind," Mitch said. "And I will call you tomorrow, I promise."

Kristin smiled. "Maybe...maybe you could stop by for a cup of coffee and...whatever...after you get off work tomorrow?" she said tentatively.

"That would be nice," Mitch said and kissed her again. Then he went out and got in his pickup truck. Before he backed out of her driveway, he waved to Kristin, who was standing in the door, watching him. She waved and smiled.



Indiscretions Ch. 14



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter fourteen

Melissa dragged herself out of the shower, dried herself off and got dressed. She spent the morning doing chores inside the house. Tom had returned home from his extended trip, but he left almost immediately on another one. She had barely been able to talk with him, much less do anything to work on mending the problems in their relationship.

In the afternoon she went to the office and tried to get some paperwork done. There were letters she needed to write and bills that should be sent.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she wondered as she pulled a mistake-filled paper out of the typewriter and threw it in the waste basket. "The was a time I was an excellent typist."

She put another blank sheet of paper in the machine, rolled it around the platen, and began typing again. As her fingers moved over the keys, her mind began to drift. Thoughts she believed were wrong filled her head, and even though she didn't want it to, her body responded.

"I wonder what it would be like to have Mitch make love to me out in the field the way he was making love with that woman?" Melissa thought, recalling the time she'd spent observing Mitch and the woman on their picnic. As she did, her groin began to grow warm and tingles of desire began to spread through her. "No!" she said out loud, shaking her head. "What's wrong with me? I'm married! I have to stop thinking things like that!"

Mitch walked up onto the back porch of the farm manager's house and knocked on the door. Melissa came to the door, dressed in a plain button-front blouse and slacks. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were red. It looked to him as if she'd been crying. "Anything wrong. Mrs. S.?" he asked.

"Uh, no, not really, Mitch," Melissa replied. "I...I'm just having a bad day, I guess." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm embarrassed you found me this way." She tried to suppress the growing elation she was feeling at having him there. He was the last person she should be alone with, given the things she'd been thinking about him.

"Anything I can do to help?" Mitch asked. He had a suspicion there were problems in the Singleton marriage, but he didn't want to stick his nose in where it didn't belong.

"I...I guess not," Melissa replied. "It...it's something I have to work out on my own." She sniffled, took a tissue out of a box on the kitchen counter, and blew her nose.

"Hey look," Mitch said, "I've got all the chores done, and I was just going to tell you I was taking off early. But, I do have some time, and I am a pretty good listener..." He hated to see her this upset. Besides, having a chance to spend time alone with her was OK with him, too.

"I...I really don't know," Melissa replied.

"Come on. What are friends for?" Mitch said. "I'll make some coffee and you can tell me your troubles." He was supposed to go to Kristin's for dinner, but he had the rest of the afternoon free and it was just after noon.

"Well...I...I guess it wouldn't hurt," Melissa said. Having someone listen to her would be a nice change. It seemed as if she and Tom hadn't exchanged a hundred words in almost a year, and when they did talk, they wound up in an argument. She sat down at the kitchen table and watched Mitch walk to the counter. When she realized she was watching his bottom, a shudder went through her and she hugged herself. She had to stop this, before she wound up doing something she'd regret.

Mitch got the coffee pot going, then he sat down at the kitchen table next to Melissa and put his hand on her shoulder. It was supposed to be a friendly gesture, so he was taken completely by surprise when powerful sensations shot up his arm when his hand came in contact with Melissa. If he wasn't careful, he'd have a hard time standing up to pour the coffee when it was ready. On the other hand, touching Melissa's shoulder felt nice, so he left his hand where it was. "What's up, Mrs. S.?" he asked.

"Tom's never home any more!" Melissa exclaimed and began sobbing.

Mitch had noticed that his employer had been gone a lot lately and had been wondering if that meant something was wrong in the Singleton marriage. "He has been pretty busy with his transport work," Tom said. "Do you think it's more than that?"

Melissa nodded and tears splashed onto her slacks. Her body shook. Mitch began rubbing her back and as he did he could feel her bra. That didn't help his situation at all. He was supposed to be comforting her. Instead he was reacting like a randy teenager feeling a woman's bra strap for the first time!

The coffee maker finished brewing, so Mitch got up to pour each of them a cup. He was very careful to keep his back to Melissa, so she couldn't see the swelling in the front of his jeans. The woman had her head down, so he was pretty sure she didn't see the bulge in his jeans. "Go on," he said, "I'm listening."

"He...he didn't used to be gone so much," Melissa sobbed, "He...it used to be he couldn't wait to get home. Now...now half the time he calls and says he has to stay out longer." She dissolved into sobs again.

Mitch carried two cups with coffee to the table, set them down, and sat down again. He adjusted his legs so he wouldn't be too uncomfortable. "I don't know, Mrs. S.," he said, "I know that, sometimes, when you're building a business, it does take a lot of work."

"I...I don't think that's it at all," Melissa said. "If...if I didn't know better, I...I'd think he was...he was..." She began sobbing again, unable to put her worst fears into words.

"You don't think..." Mitch said, realizing what she was thinking. "Mr. S. wouldn't do anything like that. He loves you."

"But...but if that's not it, why...why isn't he ever home any...any more?" Melissa whimpered. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes. "Do...do you think, maybe it could be...that I'm not attractive to him any more?"

That set Mitch back. He found it hard to believe Tom Singleton wouldn't think his wife was a gorgeous woman. Any man who couldn't see Melissa was a knockout was blind. He kept rubbing her back and continued to enjoy the pleasurable effect it was having on him. And she did seem to be calming down. At least she wasn't crying as hard as she had been.

 "Mitch, do...do you think Tom....that he's...cheating on me?" she stammered. "Do...do you think he finds me unattractive?"

Melissa's question startled Mitch. "Ah...no...I, ah, I don't think so, Mrs. S.," he stammered. "I can't believe Tom, or any guy, wouldn't think you were, you know, attractive." He realized that his voice sounded funny and hoped Melissa didn't notice.

"Really?" Melissa asked. She turned and looked at him with interest.

Mitch had a new problem. Melissa had moved so quickly he didn't have time to take his hand from her back. When she turned it wound up resting on the side of one of her breasts. Even though he'd just gotten to do something he'd long dreamed of doing, he pulled his hand away quickly. He saw Melissa turn bright red and felt his face getting hot, too. "I...I'm sorry, Mrs. S.," he stammered, "I...I didn't mean to do that. I..."

"It was an accident," Melissa said, softly, "Please don't be embarrassed. What you were doing felt nice." Her face got even redder. "Rubbing my back, I mean." She was having serious problems. When Mitch's hand landed on the side of her breast, a powerful rush of delight went through her. And she realized she wanted their hired hand to give her more of those wonderful feelings, just as he'd given them to the woman she'd seen him with!

Mitch had a raging hard-on and no idea what to do. Melissa said she liked it when he rubbed her back, but he couldn't reach her back with her facing him, so he began stroking her arm. Her blouse was satiny and he thought she felt wonderful through it.

Melissa smiled softly and closed her eyes. "God, that feels nice," she murmured. She found herself fighting the feelings of desire growing in her less and less.

"I bet you could use a hug," Mitch said. He didn't plan to say that, it just came out. He knew he was treading on thin ice, but he couldn't stop himself.

Melissa opened her eyes and looked at him for a few terribly long moments. Then she nodded slightly and leaned forward. Mitch put his arms around her and she moved against him. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest. His throat tightened and his cock leapt in his pants, but he kept holding her.

Melissa wasn't sure she should be doing this, even though it felt awfully good. Things were happening inside her, things she knew were wrong, but she'd been without loving contact for so long! And besides, Mitch was a friend. After a few minutes in his arms, she tilted her head back and looked up at Mitch, her lips parted ever so slightly. She desperately wanted him to kiss her. Would he?

When Melissa looked up at him, Mitch did something he'd been dreaming about doing for years, even though he knew it might get him fired. He covered Melissa's lips with his. At first the woman in his arms stiffened, then she relaxed and began to kiss him back. The kiss grew more passionate the longer it continued. Mitch's tongue caressed Melissa's lips and, tentatively, her tongue emerged, seeking his. Her arms slid around his neck and she strained against him with a muffled groan. Her reaction certainly wasn't what Mitch had expected.

When the kiss ended, Melissa again leaned back and gazed at Mitch, her chest heaving, her body quaking. "Mitch, I...I don't know what's happening here," she whispered. "I...I feel so strange. It...it's been a long time since I...since I...I felt like this." She knew exactly what was happening and, even though she knew it was terribly wrong for her to want this to continue, that's exactly how she felt!

"If you're feeling what I'm feeling, I think it feels wonderful," Mitch said softly. He traced her face lightly with his fingers.

Melissa continued gazing into Mitch's eyes. She was extremely confused. Feelings she wanted to feel, yet feared, were threatening to overwhelm her. She'd already let things go too far. If Mitch tried to do anything else, she wasn't sure she'd have the strength to stop him, nor was she sure she wanted him to.

Mitch, too, was struggling with conflicting emotions. He wanted Melissa as much as he'd ever wanted anyone, even if she was his boss's wife. And, he told himself, since her husband was neglecting her, she needed what he wanted desperately to give her.

He stood up, took Melissa's hand and pulled her to her feet. Then he pulled her into his arms. She moved against him and their lips met in a kiss even more passionate than their first one had been. Once the kiss ended, Mitch gently began leading Melissa out of the kitchen and down the hallway, toward the stairs which led to the upstairs bedrooms.

"Mitch...what...what are you doing?" Melissa asked. She wasn't sure why she was acting so reticent. She wanted this as badly as he seemed to.

Mitch stopped, turned to Melissa, and pulled her into his arms again. This time, as they kissed, he cupped her bottom and pulled her against the swollen mass at his middle. Her tongue lashed his, and he could feel her buttocks tightening in his hands.

When the kiss ended, Mitch clutched Melissa's hand and his heart thudding like a pile-driver, he started up the stairs. Melissa offered no resistance, or protest as he let her the rest of the way to her bedroom. Inside the bedroom, they stood next to the bed, facing each other.

Melissa's felt her chest rising and falling and squeezed her eyes shut. She knew she should stop this, but Mitch wanted to make love to her, and she knew he was a good lover. It had been so long since Tom had made love to her! She needed loving so desperately! If Tom wouldn't give her what she needed, why should she miss out on a chance to get it from someone who did?

Mitch decided he'd go as far as Melissa would allow him to. He began opening her blouse. She wasn't resisting, but she wasn't helping him, either. He peeled the blouse from her and dropped it to the floor, then he ran his fingers lightly over skin he'd exposed and saw goose-bumps rise where he touched her.

"Mitch, you...your touch is wonderful," Melissa whispered. "So soft..." He was making love to her! And she needed that so desperately, she didn't care if it meant cheating on Tom!

Mitch opened the belt encircling her waist, then the clasp that held the waist of her slacks closed. He heard the gorgeous woman sigh when he pushed the slacks down her legs. The only clothing that remained on her were her bra and panties. Melissa gazed at him, looking extremely vulnerable. That only served to make her more desirable.

"Tom...he's the...the only man who's ever seen me this way," Melissa murmured as Mitch caressed her trembling body. This might be wrong, but it was wonderful, too, more wonderful than she dreamed it would be.

When Mitch slipped his hands behind her and unfastened her bra clasp, Melissa raised her hands to her chest and held the garment in place, looking at him uncertainly.

Mitch coasted his hands down her sides, hooked his thumbs in the waist of her panties, and dragged them down. He began caressing her buttocks, rotating his palms over them lightly.

Melissa opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, but only a soft moan came out. She found she was no longer able to speak. She continued to clutch her loosened bra over her breasts, even though the rest of her body was bared.

Mitch pulled Melissa against him. Soft murmurs kept coming from her. He could feel her trembling as he held her against him.

"I...I'm frightened," Melissa said, her voice very soft. "We...we shouldn't be...be...doing...this..."

"Yes we should," Mitch said softly, then he kissed her. When the kiss ended, he stepped back and gently lifted her hands away from her chest. Her bra slid down her arms and fell to the floor, leaving her completely nude. He looked at her. Her generous breasts sagged a little, but the nipples - surrounded by large, dark areolas - were thick and had begun to emerge. Her belly was softly rounded and had a few faint stretch marks on the smooth surface. Her hips were wide, and her legs were strong and well-formed. Her body was even better than he'd imagined it would be.

He got her to lay down on the bed on her back. Then he knelt next to her, bent over her, and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Melissa grasped his head and moaned. He moved his lips from one breast to the other, sucking the tips, massaging her other breast with his hand as he did. Her body began to twist and turn and the volume of her moans increased.

Suddenly, Melissa's back arched and she began to wail. Her hands were tangled in Mitch's hair and she pulled at him so hard he was afraid she'd pull handfuls of his hair out. She shuddered and moaned for what seemed like an eternity, then she relaxed on the bed.

Melissa gazed at Mitch, who looked as bewildered as she felt. "What...what happened?" she murmured. "Nothing...nothing like that ever...ever happened to me before!"

 Mitch was shocked, too. As far as he could tell, she just had an orgasm! From him sucking her breasts! "That never happened to you before?" he asked. She needed loving even more than he thought she did!

Melissa shook her head. "Never," she replied.

"I can't believe you came!" Mitch said, still a bit awed by what he'd accomplished, "You had an orgasm from me kissing your breasts."

"Ohhh, God!" Melissa murmured. "It was so wild!"

Mitch began kissing Melissa's breasts again and at the same time he let his hands explore the rest of her body. She pressed up off the bed against his caresses, moaning softly. Her moans grew more impassioned as his lips moved over her lush form, onto her rounded belly. He slid his hand between her thighs, onto her vagina. Her clit was hard and erect and, as his hand slid over it, her body jolted.

Melissa was long past caring about whether what she was doing was wrong. All she wanted was more of the wonderful feelings Mitch was giving her. "Ahhhhhh!!!" she cried. "Oh, God, Mitch! That feels wonderful!"

His partner's legs fell apart when Mitch began tracing the outline of her wet opening, feeling the silken softness of her labia. He worked his finger between them and her hips rolled upward. His finger moved into her and her body responded, seeking the pleasure that penetration was giving her.

"Yesssss, Mitch!!! Do it!!! Oh, Yesssss!!!" Melissa wailed. Her body once again began to fill with passion and need. This was what she needed. And she was glad she was getting it from Mitch, who was such a wonderful, loving man!

Mitch's lips traveled across Melissa's belly to her dense thicket of dark curly pubic hair. He wanted to taste her, to know what it would feel like having his tongue in her pussy, to see how much pleasure he could give her. It was obvious it had been a long time since she'd made love and he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he possibly could.

"Mitch, what...what are you doing?" Melissa asked suddenly, a trace of trepidation in her voice. Her legs stiffened and she tried to bring them together, to keep Mitch from doing what she realized he intended to do. Before she could stop him, Mitch got his head between her thighs and captured her clit between his lips.

"Ahhhhhh!!! My Goddddd!!!" Melissa groaned. Her hips arched off the bed and her hands pulled at the bed covers. Then her body went rigid and she again began to quiver.

"Eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaiiiiii!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaiiiiiii!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!" Mitch heard Melissa's high, keening wail and felt her vagina clasping his finger when she peaked.

While Melissa lay on the bed, calming down, Mitch got up and stripped off his clothes. When he was naked, he laid down on the bed on his side, looking at her.

Melissa gazed at him, her eyes large and fluid. "I...I needed that so badly!" she whispered. "How...how did you know? But...but what about you? Don't...don't you want to...to..."

Mitch kissed her softly. Then he rolled on top of her and felt her spread her legs as he did.

"I want you, very much!" he said. "You can't imagine how much!" He grasped his rigid cock, guided it to her still-wet opening, then he slowly lowered his hips, forcing his blood-engorged rod into her, finding her channel surprisingly tight. Her hips rose, drawing him into her. The thrills he felt as he sank into her were incredible.

Melissa's arms went around him. "Oh, God, Mitch, this feels so good!" she exclaimed, beginning to move her hips. He was giving her exactly what she wanted, and much, much more!

Mitch thrust deep. He was super-excited and knew he wouldn't be able to stand the delectable grip of her tight cavity for long. It thrilled him when, after he'd been stroking into her for only seconds, he felt her body begin to quiver again. Rippling sensations began in her vagina began milking his cock, and he let himself go, spewing blast after powerful blast of hot cream into her. Waves of pleasure swept over him and it was his turn to moan in ecstasy. While he came he heard Melissa's wails blending with his and knew she was coming again!!!

"Take meeeeeee, Mitch!!! Oh, yesssssss!!! Oh, yesssssssss!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Melissa cried, her fingers digging into his back.

Afterward, they rested in each other's arms. Melissa snuggled against Mitch. She put her arm over him and began stroking his back. She smiled at him. "How can I ever repay you for the pleasure you've just given me?" she asked, flushing attractively.

Mitch rolled onto his back to give her better access to his body. "What you're doing is just fine," he told her.

Melissa slid her hand across his belly, into his pubic hair, which was matted and damp from the juices of their joining. When she grasped his limp penis, Mitch felt a pleasurable tingle run through him.




Indiscretions Ch. 14



"It feels a lot smaller than it did a little while ago," she whispered, kissing his ear. "It...it felt huge when it was in me."

"If you keep that up, you'll find out how big it gets real soon!" Mitch murmured.

Melissa did keep doing what she was doing, and she could feel his penis swelling and growing. She knew what she was doing was wrong, that she had no excuse for breaking her marriage vows, but she no longer cared. If Tom wasn't going to make love to her any more, she'd make love with men who wanted her! It didn't take long before, as a result of her ardent caresses, Mitch's cock was standing at attention and he was twisting and turning with pleasure.

"I...you're going to think I'm awful..." Melissa murmured. She found herself wanting to do something she'd never done before. "...but...I...I want to kiss it." Her admission caused a beautiful flush spread across her face and chest.

"I don't think that would be awful," Mitch croaked. He was barely able to talk because of the waves of ecstasy rolling over him.

Melissa got to her knees, bent over Mitch, and laid her head on his belly. Her soft hair tickled him, inflaming him even more. This was going far beyond any fantasies about her Mitch ever had!

She brought the tip of his cock to her lips and kissed it, then she kissed it again. She looked up at Mitch and smiled. "It doesn't taste as bad as I thought it would," she murmured, her voice quavering with desire. Once she turned to his erection and this time her tongue moved slid up and down over the swollen, veined surface.

Jolts of excitement shot through Mitch and he groaned. Warmth and wetness engulfed him when Melissa took his throbbing shaft into her mouth and began sucking on it. As she suckled him, the sensations he felt were so fierce he thought the top of his head would come off.

Melissa kept moving her mouth up and down on his swollen cock and, as she did, she seemed to become more and more aroused. Mitch began pulling on her nipples, and heard her moans of delight.

Melissa's decision to suck his cock had taken Mitch completely by surprise, and felt so good, he could barely stand it. Just when he thought he wouldn't be able to stand any more of her delightful caresses without coming, she sat up, leaving his straining cock waving in the air.

"I want you again, Mitch!" Melissa announced breathlessly.

She swung her leg across him and settled atop him, her inner thighs caressing his sides, her damp pussy trapping his rigid shaft between them. She slid upward and rocked her hips, rubbing her slit against the underside of his steel-hard rod.

After teasing both of them for a while with gentle motions of her hips, Melissa reached between them, grasped Mitch's cock, raised her hips, then she slowly lowered herself onto him and sighed with delight as his shaft slid up inside her.

"Oh, yessss!!!" Melissa moaned. She began to rock her hips, making Mitch's cock whip around inside her.

Mitch grasped Melissa's bobbing breasts, rubbed his thumbs over her rigid nipples, and saw her head roll back. Once more the room was filled with the sounds of their shared passion. Soon he felt his partner begin to tremble, then he heard the beginning of the sounds that signalled her coming. He held on to her breasts, his thumbs teasing the unyielding tips as her body shook, her cries got louder, and she exploded into a fit of extreme ecstasy.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, God, Mitch!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!!" Melissa cried. Her movements grew wild when another orgasm overwhelmed her. "Yesssssssssssss!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeuuhhhhhhhhh!!!! Eeeeeeeeeuuuhhhhhhh!!!!! Eeeeeeeeeuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

The minute Melissa's orgasm erupted, Mitch felt his fluids bubbling up from deep inside him body and jetting into her, filling her to overflowing. Their mixed juices dribbled down onto him, tickling him as they dripped onto his balls and buttocks.

Slowly, Melissa's spasms of joy passed and she collapsed onto his chest. Then she rolled onto the bed next to him and lay there, her back to him, not moving.

A bit later, she sat up, a pained look on her face. "Oh, God! I...I can't believe I allowed this to happen!" she moaned. She got out of the bed and raced out the bedroom door. How could she have let something like this happen? She'd violated her marriage vows!

Mitch lay there, watching her go. He heard the bathroom door open, then close. Not sure what was going on, he got up, cleaned himself off as best he could, and slipped into his clothes.

When he finished dressing, Melissa still hadn't come out of the bathroom and he was getting concerned. He walked down the hallway to the bathroom door. It was closed. He knocked on it.

"Melissa? Are you all right?" he called.

Melissa sat on the toilet sobbing, the realization of what she'd just done now clear to her. "I...I'm...ah...I'm all right," she sniffled. What had she become? What kind of tramp was she? What must Mitch think of her?

"Look, I'm worried about you," Mitch said. "You sure you're OK?" He didn't want to leave if she was upset.

"I'm fine," Melissa sniffled. She wanted him to leave. If he stayed, she wouldn't be able to think, and she might do even more things she would regret. She had to have some time alone, to think, to try and make sense of what she'd done, and why.

"OK," Mitch hesitated, "I'm going to leave. If...if you want, you can call me. All right? I'll see you in the morning." He heard her sobs. Why did he feel like he'd done something wrong? He shrugged and left.

When she heard the back door close, Melissa sank to her knees on the bathroom floor, her body shaking with the force of her deep sobbing. What was going to become of her? Would she ever be truly happy again?



Indiscretions Ch. 15



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter fifteen

Tom Singleton checked his notebook again, dropped some money in the pay phone, and dialed the number he'd read. The phone rang and rang, Just when Tom was about to give up and hang up the phone, someone answered.

"Hello?" a female voice Tom recognized said.

"Hi. Is this Alison?" he asked.

"Yes," the woman said warily, "It's Alison."

"This is Tom Singleton," he said. He'd met Alison almost a year before, and had made no effort to contact her since. But since he had to deliver some horses in the town where Alison lived, Tom thought he'd call her.

"Ah...Tom...Tom Singleton..." Alison said. There was a pregnant pause. "Oh, yes, I remember you Tom. I...I didn't expect to hear from you again. Are...are you here in town?"

"I had to deliver some horses to a farm not far from here," Tom explained. "Since I was in the area, I thought I'd give you a call. You interested in having coffee with me?"

"Ah...well..." Alison said. "I've got some things I have to do here at the house, but...if you want, I...I suppose you could stop by here."

Tom found the fact that she'd invited him to her home interesting. He wondered if she were still interested in sleeping with him. Then again, if she wasn't, inviting him to her house with her kids there might make it safer for her. "Sounds good," he told her, "How do I get there?"

Alison gave him directions.

"See you in half an hour," he said, and put down the phone.

A half-hour later, he pulled his pickup into the driveway of a fairly generic ranch-style home situated on a street in a nice residential neighborhood. There was a fairly good-sized yard and a two-car garage sat next to the house at the end of a short driveway. The grounds were neatly kept. Tom shut off his truck, got out, and headed for the house.

Alison opened the door in response to Tom's knock and smiled tentatively as he walked into her kitchen. She had on a pink checked man-tailored blouse and a pair of snug-fitting jeans.

As Tom looked at her he remembered the body covered by the clothing and smiled. "How have you been, Alison?" he asked.

"Ah...I...I've been fine," Alison replied, flushing a little. "Have a seat, I'll get the coffee." She headed for the kitchen counter.

Tom sat down at the kitchen table while Alison got their coffee. "You don't mind that I called, do you?" he asked.

"Ah...no," Alison replied. She walked to the table, set the two cups of coffee down on the table, then sat in a chair next to him.

Tom was puzzled. Alison was acting uncomfortable about having him there. He wondered why she'd asked him over.

"Alison, is my being here a problem?" he asked.

Alison reddened a little. "Ah...well, a little, I guess, I..." she stammered.

Tom reached across the table and began stroking the back of one of her hands lightly. Alison closed her eyes and shuddered. "If you didn't want me here, why did you invite me?" he asked softly.

"I...I...there was something I...I wanted to tell you," Alison murmured. "I...I thought, maybe, it...it would be better if...if I told you in...in person."

Tom put his cup down and began fondling her breasts through her blouse with both hands. Alison's eyes were closed and she seemed to be having a lot of trouble breathing.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you," he continued. He found her rigid nipples and concentrated on them. "And I've been thinking about you a lot."

Alison seemed to be having difficulty focusing her thoughts, but she wasn't telling him to stop.

"I've missed you. I've missed this," Tom murmured. He began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Please..." Alison put her hands over his. "I...we...don't..."

"What's the matter? Are the kids home?" Tom asked.

She shook her head. "No...I...I took them to daycare," she said. "I...I wanted to...to be able to talk with you alone and..."

"And?" he asked.

"Tom...I...I can't see you any more," she said. It seemed as if it took a tremendous amount of effort for her to say that. "I thought what we had was just a very pleasant memory," she whispered.  "I...I thought that I...I was over you. Then you called, and I started to wonder. I...I guess I asked you to come over to find out for sure, to convince myself that I...I didn't still have feelings for you. But...but then, when you touched me...I..." Her hands fell from his.

Tom removed his hands and sat there looking at her. He wouldn't force her. If she wanted him to leave, that was OK. He'd manage. "OK," he said. "If that's what you want. I don't want to cause problems for you. I'll leave."

Alison looked surprised. "You...you mean that?" she asked.

Tom nodded.

"Oh," Alison responded.

Tom was surprised that he heard disappointment in her voice. This didn't make any sense. Did she want him to stay, or didn't she? He stood up. "I guess I better get going," he said. "I really ought to get back on the road and get home anyhow."

Alison stood, too, looking confused.

Tom started for the door and Alison went along with him. She looked as if she weren't sure this was what she really wanted. And, in fact, she wasn't sure she wanted him to leave. When he'd begun touching her, the feelings she'd felt when she was with him before began sweeping through her, and were continuing to grow stronger.

At the door, Tom stopped and looked at her. "It was nice seeing you again, Alison," he said. "I'll never forget what we shared."

"Me...I...I won't, either," she replied.

"How about one last kiss, for old times' sake?" he suggested.

Alison wasn't sure she wanted him to leave now. Her body was filled with wild emotions, which grew stronger by the second. "I...OK," she said. She moved into his arms and their lips met.

Tidal waves of passion broke over Tom when Alison's body and lips pressed against his. His cock rose to full, throbbing life. He cupped her taut bottom and crushed her against his distended organ. "Do...do you really want me to leave, Alison?" he gasped when their impassioned kiss ended. Alison remained pressed against him, her arms wrapped around him. Her hips were rotating slowly against his middle.

"I...I...don't...I don't know...I...I can't..." Alison stammered. She knew she didn't want him to leave. She wanted him to make love to her. She shuddered and took a deep breath. "I...I guess I don't."

"Where's your bedroom?" Tom asked, looking around.

She stiffened. "No! I...I couldn't!" she murmured. "Not...not there!" She couldn't allow him to make love to her in the bed she shared with her fiancée. It was bad enough she was going to cheat on him.

Tom glanced around and saw the sofa the living room. If she didn't want to do it in her bedroom, then... Taking her hand, he led her into the living room, sat on the sofa, and pulled her onto his lap.

Alison sat on his lap and made no attempt to keep him from unbuttoning her blouse and removing her bra. When he had her chest bare, he began kissing and licking her tumescent nipples. She gripped his head and moaned.

While his lips and tongue sent thrills into the woman on his lap, Tom opened her jeans. He paused, got her to stand up, and shoved her jeans down her legs. Alison offered no resistance. Her legs were trembling and, as Tom kissed and touched her, the trembling grew more pronounced and the her moans grew more passionate. Finally, he pulled her down on the sofa, knelt next to her and continued making love to her with his mouth and hands. If this was to be their last time, he'd make it memorable!

His lips ventured into her delightful, delicious middle and, softly, he licked the soft folds of her labia, teasing her. Alison squirmed and arched her back, her hands fluttered over him.

"Ohhhhhhh!!! Yessssss!!! Yesssssss!!!!" she cried. "Please!!! Oh, please!!!" She was being inundated by wonderful feelings, just like she knew she would be!

His tongue fluttered over her labia, touching her swollen clit. He slipped two fingers into her already-wet opening.

Alison squirmed furiously and a constant stream of moans issued from her. 

"Uhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!!" she bawled. Her body rocked, keeping time with his thrusting fingers. Her legs tensed and relaxed as waves of pleasure rolled over her. Then, suddenly, she stiffened and sounds Tom remembered from the last time they were together began to pour from her. "Ohhhhh!!! Oh, Goddddddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddd!!! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Alison gripped Tom's head, forcing it against her pulsing opening. "Nowwwwwwww!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!" she cried.

Tom was surprised by Alison's impassioned response, given how reticent she'd been earlier. The fervency of her response didn't end with her orgasm. The minute it ended, she began pulling at his clothes. "Take your clothes off!!!" she moaned, fumbling with his buttons and zipper. She was obviously no longer hesitant about what they were doing.

Tom helped her and soon was as naked as she. Before he realized what she planned to do, she pushed him onto his back on the floor and rolled off the sofa onto him, kissing him passionately, her warm body writhing atop his.

Tom moaned and squirmed as Alison's lips and hands moved over him. She wasn't this aggressive the last time they were together! Then her warm mouth engulfed his cock.

"Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!" he cried as his engorged cudgel disappeared into her oral cavity. She began massaging his balls at the same time. It felt fantastic!

Alison suckled him mercilessly, bringing him to the brink of explosion, backing off, then taking him there once more. At first Tom was afraid he'd come in her mouth, then he found himself desperately wanting to, but she wouldn't let him! Finally, she let his cock slide out of her mouth and moved so she was sitting atop him.

"Got...to...have you in me!" Alison murmured. She gripped his cock, centered it on her vagina, then she sank onto it, emitting a loud, passionate sigh as she did. "Oh, God! I needed that!"

Once she had Tom fully inside her, Alison began moving. Her hips gyrated wildly and his cock lashed around inside her, driving both of them wild. Her tiny breasts bobbed and shook. Tom gripped the spongy globes and rubbed his thumbs over her distended nipples. Alison's head lolled, as if there were no bones in her neck and she grunted with delight.

"So...Goood!!! So...Goood!!! So...Goood!!! Uhhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhh!!! Feels so gooooooodddddddd!!! Take meeeeeee!!! Please!!! Nowwww!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!!" she groaned. Her legs tightened around him and her back arched even more.

Tom felt her vagina extracting his explosion from him. "Take...ittttttt!!!" he cried, his hips rising, his hot cream erupting into her.

"Yeeeeesssssssss!!! Yeeeeessssss!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwwwww!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Alison cried. Her fingers dug into his arms while her body continued to quiver wildly.

Spent at last, Alison fell atop him, her rigid nipples boring into his chest. Tom held her as their bodies quieted. His cock softened and slid from her.

After a few minutes, Alison stirred, pushed herself up, and looked down at him. "I...I have to get cleaned up." She slid off him and padded out of the room.

Tom watched her go and lay there, exhausted. Finally, he sat up on the sofa. That was the best it had ever been with her! It was too bad he'd never see her again.

He was sitting on the sofa when Alison returned. She sat down, still naked, and pulled her legs under her. "What's the matter with me?" she asked softly, her eyes red and wet. "I...I can't resist you. I...I didn't want to do this, but when you touched me, I...I couldn't help myself..."

"I think we ought to stop," Tom said, only half meaning it. "I like you a lot and I don't want to mess up your life."

Alison looked astonished. "Do you...you mean that?" she asked.

Tom nodded. "If being with me causes you this much pain," he said softly, "I don't want to keep doing this. I can't do that. Not to you."

Alison leaned forward and their lips met again. Once more, as Tom held her warm body in his hands, excitement began to blossom anew in him. What started as a kiss of gratitude became much, much more.

The kiss ended abruptly when Alison pulled out of his embrace and got off the sofa. She walked across the room and stood there, back to him, her body shaking. "I...I have to...to tell you...something. I...you...you need to know. Since...since the last...time I saw you," she stammered, "I...I met somebody, a very nice man. He...he's a wonderful man, he loves me and the kids and...and we...we're engaged."

Tom got up and went to comfort her, his half-hard cock bouncing as he came up behind her and put his arms around her. With a sigh, she leaned against him. His cock slid between her buttocks and stiffened even more.

"I'm happy for you, Alison," he said. "I hope things work out for you. I'm sorry I called you today. I...I didn't mean to hurt you."

"What...what is the matter with me?" Alison sobbed, her body shaking, as he held her against him. "You...you touch me and...and I...I can't help myself. I..."

"When I leave here today, this is over," Tom said, kissing her on the cheek. "I mean it. I'm not going to put you through any more pain."

"Do...do you mean that?" she sobbed. "Do...do you really mean that?"

Tom squeezed her. "Yes. I hate seeing you like this," he told her. That was true. He didn't want to cause her any more anguish. However, despite his good intentions, her helplessness was exciting him as much as her sucking his cock had! It didn't hurt that his cock was lodged between her buttocks, either.

"I...I better get going," he said. He loosened his hold on her and started to back away.

Alison's hand closed on his rigid cock, stopping him in his tracks. "What...what about this?" she asked.

"Ah..." Tom gasped. He wasn't sure what to say.

"One more time!" Alison murmured. She stroked his swollen rod. "Please, Tom! Once more!"

They were standing next to a big over-stuffed chair. "What the hell?" Tom thought. "If she wants to make love with me once more..." "Kneel on the chair," he said, unable to keep the urgency out of his voice.

After Alison did as he suggested, Tom moved behind her and slid his cock into her. He began thrusting in and out slowly, caressing her back as he did. His engorged wand rode easily in her snug, well-lubricated opening and pleasure rose once more in his loins and spread through his body.

"This is wild!" Alison purred, her body shaking as he slid in and out of her. Their thighs kissed as Tom poked his cock all the way home. He pulled back and repeated the delightful motion, again and again.

Tom's need began to grow once more. He leaned forward, cupped Alison's breasts in his hands, and let her rigid nipples rub against his palms.

Alison shuddered and gripped the chair harder. "Yessss!!! Oh, Tom, yessss!!!" she purred. "Don't stop!!! God! I don't ever want you to stop!"

Tom shared her sentiments, but knew, sooner or later, he had to. Even though he was taking it easy, enjoying the friction of her snug channel around his cock as it rode in and out of her, he knew eventually things would get out of control.

He thought about how this would be their last time and decided he didn't want it to end like this. He stopped, straightened up, and pulled out of her.

"Tom, What are you doing? Don't stop!" Alison moaned. She looked back over her shoulder to see what he was doing.

"Come on..." Tom said. He took her arm. "Let's go over on the sofa."

They moved quickly across the room. Alison laid down on the sofa and Tom laid atop her and felt her hand grip his cock and guide it into her.

"Yesss!!! Oh, yessss!!!!" Alison purred when his cock again plunged into her. "That's wonderful!!! So wonderful!!!" Her legs rose and her heels locked behind his knees. Her pelvis ground against him.

This was better! Tom kissed her, then began fucking her in earnest. The sofa creaked from the force of their frantic coupling.

"Yessssssss!!! Yesssssss!!!" Alison cried, her hands raking his back. "Better!!! Oh, God!!! This is even better!!! Please!!! Please!!! I...oh, God!!! I can't wait!!! Oh, God!!! I can't wait!!!" Her hips worked against him urgently and her grip tightened.

Tom felt a rippling sensation on his cock and knew she was about to come.

"Nowwwwwwww, Tom!!! Take me nowwwwwww!!!!" Alison cried. "Take me nowwwwwwww!!!! Yessssssssss!!!! Yessssssssss!!!! Yessssssssssss!!! Oh, yesssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!"

"Here it comes!!! Take it, take ittttttttt!!!!" Tom groaned spewing more of his torrid cream into her.

Afterward, they held each other for a while, then they got up, cleaned up, and put their clothes back on. Alison walked Tom to the door. Once more they tried a parting kiss, and this time that's all it was.

 "It's been wonderful, Alison," Tom said. "I won't ever forget what we shared. And I honestly do hope you have a wonderful life."

Alison flushed. "I...I won't forget, either," she replied. "And I...I hope your life is wonderful, too. You really are a very sweet man."

Tom got in his truck, started the engine, and headed for the highway, reflecting on his afternoon. Alison was a good lover, and a nice person, but she deserved a good life, a life that included a man who cared about her, not someone like him, who was just using her.

And, as he thought about Alison, the woman who'd ushered him into the cheating life, he thought about his wife, Melissa. She deserved more than he'd been giving her, too. A lot more. Maybe it was time for him to sit down with her and figure out what they needed to do about their marriage. As exciting as having other women wanting him was, it didn't come close to what he and Melissa had once had. Could they still have it? Maybe it was time to find out.



Indiscretions Ch. 16



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter sixteen

After leaving Melissa, Mitch went to Kristin's house. He hadn't intended to wind up in bed with his employer's wife, and he had promised Kristin he'd come over for dinner and didn't want to disappoint her because he really liked her and she needed his support. "A real home-cooked dinner this time," Kristin had promised him, "Not just warmed-up leftovers."

He was surprised, that, given what had happened with Melissa, he felt quite a bit of anticipation as he drove toward Kristin's home. It was almost as if, now that he'd lived out his fantasies about Melissa, they had lost their power.

When he got to Kristin's house, her car was sitting in the driveway. He parked his truck, got out, went up on the porch and knocked on the door. In seconds, Kristin opened the door, smiling. She had on a snug white tank top that ended several inches above her waist, displaying a delectable strip of soft skin. She also had on a pair of snug-fitting jeans. Her brown hair hung loose, framing her pretty face with a mass of soft curls. Mitch found Kristin's loose outfit extremely appealing.

Kristin smiled at him. "I was just putting some coffee on," she said. "Come in."

Mitch walked in and took a seat at the kitchen table.

Kristin went back to the counter, turned the coffee machine on, then she walked across the kitchen and plopped in Mitch's lap.

"I hope you don't mind, but I can't wait," she said softly, then her lips covered his, and her arms slid around his neck.

Mitch slid his fingers lightly over her midriff, then his hand coasted gently over her slim belly, up onto a firm, small breast.

 Kristin shuddered and moaned. Her tongue probed deep into his mouth, as if she was trying to shove it all the way down his throat. Her firm bottom squirmed on his lap, causing his cock to harden even more than it already was.

"I just can't get over how you're so gentle when you touch me!" Kristin whispered after the kiss ended. She was clinging to him, trembling softly. Her nipples were hard and her chest was heaving. "You're always so gentle, I can't believe it!"

Mitch didn't want to make love in the kitchen again so he stood up. Taking her hand, he led her up the stairs to her bedroom. There he stripped her tank top off, then he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her slim legs. Since he had to kneel to get her slacks off, her vagina was right in front of his face. He leaned forward and kissed the mat of crinkly brown hair covering her middle.

"Uhhhhhhhh!!!!" Kristin whimpered. Her hips rolled forward and her hands clamped around his head.

Mitch slid his hand between her legs and began stroking her legs from her ankles up her smooth thighs, to her crotch, then back down again. He repeated the action, over and over.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Godddddddd!!!! Goddddddd!!!!" Kristin purred. "Oh, Mitch, you know exactly what to do to make me feel good, don't you?" She spread her quivering legs, partly to keep from falling, partly to allow him better access to her vagina.

Mitch caressed her labia and heard her whimpers grow more ardent. When he inserted a finger into her, her grip on his head tightened.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!!" Kristin moaned, her hips twisting, as his finger probed into her lean body.

Mitch leaned forward and licked her clit.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Kristin cried. She took a step back toward the bed and fell on it, her legs dangling over the side.

Still on his knees, Mitch followed and began kissing the insides of her thighs while he caressed her flat belly with a feather-light touch.

"Ohhhh!!!! Ohhhh!!!! Ohhhh!!!! Ohhhh!!!! Ohhhh!!!!" Kristin murmured, her body moving insistently. "So good!!! So good!! Oh, God, Mitch, that feels so good!"

Mitch's mouth travelled up her silky things and, eventually, arrived at her excitement-damp opening. His tongue probed into her and her hips went wild.

"Too gooodddddd!!! Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! That feels too good!!!" Kristin cried, her hips jolting wildly. "Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Mitch continued eating her, and as he did he used his free hand to undo his clothing. He didn't want to make her come with his mouth. Not this time! First they'd make love. If things went the way he hoped they would, he'd have more time, lots more, to do other things. He managed to get his shirt off and his pants undone. His cock, hard as steel, tented his white under shorts.

Mitch stood up, still trailing his fingers over Kristin's trembling body, and stepped out of his pants. He pushed his underpants down, then he laid atop her.

"Oh, Lord, Mitch, you can't imagine how much I want you!" Kristin groaned. She slid her hand between them, grabbed his cock, and guided the head to her opening. "I've been thinking about this all day!! Put it in me! I need it!!"

Slowly, Mitch lowered his hips. He felt himself trembling as his shaft sank slowly, delightfully, into Kristin's willing, warm body. He held himself above her on stiff arms and moved his hips slowly, sliding his cock into her, then pulling it out until just the head remained in her.

Kristin's hips were in constant motion. When Mitch pulled back, they rose, not wanting to lose contact with him. He looked down at her winsome face, which was flushed and slack with passion. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung agape. Her breasts, the tips stiff, jutted up at him.

In and out, in and out, using all the control he had, Mitch kept moving his cock. Each thrust drove him wilder, but despite the growing urgency he felt, he held back, watching her chest heave, feeling her hands gripping his arms.

"Please, Mitch!!! Oh, please!!!!" Kristin begged. Her grip on Mitch's arms tightened and her legs locked behind his as she ground her pelvis against him. "Please!!! Nowwwwwww!!! Oh, nowwwwwww!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! I can't wait!!! Oh, God, Mitch!!! I can't wait!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

For such a tiny little thing, Kristin exhibited considerable strength when her orgasm exploded. Her hips slammed up against Mitch, her body shook, and her head rolled from side to side on the tangled brown mat her hair had become.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Mitch groaned as his loins unleashed a flood of his hot pearlescent cream into her.

"I can't believe how gentle you are!" Kristin gushed as they lay in each other's arms after their passion had waned. "You always make me feel so wonderful!"

"You make me feel pretty wonderful, too, Kristin," Mitch said, then he kissed her.

"Do you...you want to eat right away?" she asked.

"That depends..." Mitch said, smiling, "...on what else you might have in mind." He kissed her again.

"One thing I sure as hell don't want to do is talk," Kristin said. She leaned over Mitch and covered his lips with hers.

Mitch rolled on his back, pulling her atop him as the kiss deepened and intensified. He could feel his cock swelling as, once more, his growing desire caused his body to fill it with blood. His hands slid down Kristin's back, cupped her bottom, and pulled her fully on top of him.

When the kiss finally ended, Kristin's face was flushed and her breathing was ragged. Mitch gently caressed the side of one of her breasts and felt her shudder.

"Ohhhhh!!! Damn! You're getting me turned on again!" Kristin exclaimed. "Jesus, I can't get over how you can do that!" Her lips again covered his.

Mitch tangled his hands in her soft hair and pulled her face against his. Their tongues thrust and parried, amplifying their growing need.

Kristin's legs were on either side of Mitch's hips and when their second kiss ended, she looked at him, surprised. "I..I can't believe it!" she exclaimed. "You're hard again!"

Mitch smiled at her, his fingertips tracing up her arms to her shoulders and back down again. "It feels that way to me!" he murmured.

Kristin moved her hips, rubbing her warm, damp opening against Mitch's erection, which was trapped between them.

Mitch cupped her breasts and caressed them, feeling the nipples stiffen into his palms. As he worked over the lovely orbs slowly and gently, needles of pleasure stabbed into his hands and radiated down his arms. His hips began moving, thrusting against her, adding to the sensations that were the reward of their pleasure-seeking contact.

Kristin reached between them, grabbed his erection, raised herself, and put the tip between her vaginal lips. She teased herself, and Mitch, with it for a bit, then slowly, maddeningly, she lowered herself, engulfing him with warmth and wetness.

"Ahhhhh!!!!" Mitch gasped as his partner impaled herself on him. He gazed up at her. Passion slackened her features. He hadn't realized how lovely she was!

Kristin pressed down against him and began to undulate her hips, rubbing her pubic bone against his. Moans and cries bubbled from her as their bodies strained against each other with increasing insistence. Her hips rocked and twisted and her back arched, pressing her hard-tipped breasts tighter against Mitch's palms. Her head lolled back making her fluffy hair dance with the fervent movements of her body.

"Oh, damn, this feels so good!" she moaned as she worked against him.

The friction of their joining sent irresistible waves of pleasure surging through Mitch. He abandoned Kristin's breasts and grasped a firm buttock in each hand, forcing her tighter against him, feeling the movement of her muscles in his hands as she worked herself against him.

"Oh, yessss!!!! Oh, yesssss!!!!" Kristin groaned, "So gooooodddd!!! This is so gooooodddd!!!" She continued whimpering with rapture as Mitch's organ plunged into her and whipped around in the tight confines of her snug channel.

Mitch felt his groin tighten in anticipation of another mad flurry of pulsation and pleasure. He found having Kristin on top delightful. First of all, it allowed him to visually enjoy her response; second, it permitted him to use his hands. Watching her ride to higher and higher planes of gratification and being able to caress her as she did made the experience infinitely more enjoyable for him.

Kristin was a vision of ecstasy. Her body strained, then relaxed; her hands gripped his arms, and her gorgeous face was a mask of bliss. A sheen of sweat made her skin glisten and the lovely distended tips of her breasts traced imaginary circles in the air as she thrashed up and down on him. Her hips continued to roll and heave as Mitch clutched them. He didn't think anything could top what they'd shared earlier, but he found out he was wrong.

Kristin's hips banged against him as if she was trying to drive him through the bed and, once more, she babbled incoherently with delight as passion overpowered her.

Mitch grunted and strained as Kristin's undulating body wrung an orgasm from him. Jet after jet of cream spewed into her, bathing her insides with hot stickiness. He gripped her bottom, sure he was bruising her, but not caring, until the spasms of delight peaked, then began to wane.

Kristin continued laboring against him, a constant wail of delight coming from her lips. After a while, her fevered bucking began to slow and was replaced by intermittent thrusts, which came farther and farther apart. At long last she lay still on Mitch. His still-rigid penis remained lodged in her and their blended juices trickled from her flooded opening and dripped onto him.

Mitch cradled the lovely woman's petite body in his arms, feeling her relax, her breathing calm, the palpitations of her vaginal walls still. What he felt at that point went far beyond satisfaction. He'd never felt like this with any other woman he'd made love with!

Kristin was either unconscious or asleep on top of him so he stayed still, wonder suffusing him. He couldn't believe how astounding being with her was. If he died now, he'd die happy!

Kristin started, then stirred. She raised herself a little and looked down at Mitch, her eyes brimming with fondness.

"Kristin, you are amazing!" he said.

She kissed him tenderly, then rolled off and snuggled against him. "You're pretty amazing, too! God, you always make me feel so good!" she whispered, putting an arm around him. He kissed her and they held each other, not talking, for a long time.

"You going to feed me now?" Mitch asked, smiling at her.

"Yeah," Kristin replied. "I'm famished. But I have to clean up before we eat. Do you mind?" She stretched.

The languid, sensuous movement of Kristin's lithe body thrilled Mitch. He'd always loved watching women stretch, but the way she did it, so feline and sensual, was extra-special.

Kristin got out of bed and stood next to it looking down at him. Mitch caressed on of her buttocks lightly.

"You really like my ass, don't you?" she asked, squirming a little under his caress.

"It's the best I've ever seen," Mitch told her.

Kristin giggled, blushed, then she turned and walked out of the bedroom.

It wasn't long before Mitch heard the shower running. He got out of bed, walked into the bathroom and stood there, watching Kristin shower through the clear shower curtain. As he gazed at her, he discovered a whole new world of delight. Droplets of water clung to her lovely body like glistening jewels and accented her beauty. Her movements, as she lathered herself, seemed incredibly erotic to Mitch.

He pushed the shower curtain aside. "Want some help in there?" he asked.

Kristin smiled at him and nodded. "I'd love some," she said.

Mitch stepped into the shower, took the washcloth from her, lathered it thoroughly, then began washing her, starting with her slim neck and slender shoulders. He did her back next, spreading lather all the way down to the hollow at the base of the lovely curved surface. Then he turned his attention to her chest. Her nipples had already begun to extend and he spread lather over them just as thoroughly as he'd spread it elsewhere.

"Taking a bath never felt this good before," Kristin said. "Mitch!!! Ohhhhh!!!!!" she murmured when he started sliding the washcloth over one of her breasts.

He attended to that breast thoroughly, then he moved his attentions it's mate.

"Oh, God, Mitch!" Kristin moaned, "You're turning me on again! I don't believe it!"

When he finished with her breasts, Mitch began washing her belly, which he thought was almost as perfect as her backside. He was surprised by how flat it was, given the fact that she'd had a child. He paid particular attention to her navel, a delectable highlight on her gorgeous flat stomach.

Kristin, breathing hard, clung to him. When he reached her pubic hair, she gasped, then she begged him to keep going, to do more.

"I plan to," Mitch told her, "but I have to be sure the rest of you is clean first." He glided the lather-filled cloth over her hip, then thoroughly washed her superb buttocks.

Kristin seemed to be having trouble standing and parted her legs to steady herself. When she did, Mitch slid the washcloth between her legs.

"My God, Mitch!! Ohhhhh!!!! Ohhhhh!!!" Kristin groaned when the insistent motions of the foam-covered cloth centered on her clit. "Don't stop!!! Don't stop!!!" She rolled her hips forward, thrusting her middle against his hand. "Oh, God, Mitch!!! You're gonna make me come again!!! Yessss!!! Do it!!! Do itttttt!!!! Feels so good!!! So goooddd!!"

Softly, insistently, Mitch continued to caress her vagina.

Kristin's arms tightened around his neck and she clung to him, gasping with joy while her hips kept rocking frantically against his hand. Without warning, her soft moans and cries of delight turned into shrieks of pleasure. Her body quaked and her fingers dug into his arms.

Enchanted, Mitch watched her as release roared through her slender body. The orgasm didn't seem quite as intense as the ones she'd shared with him earlier, but it still left her slack and weak in his arms. Finally, she was able to get her legs under her and seemed to be in control of herself again.

"God, Mitch, you're amazing!" Kristin gasped and kissed him. "You still hungry?"

"I'm starved," Mitch told her.

Kristin stroked his face. "Why don't we get out of the shower and go downstairs and eat?" she said. "It's been keeping warm ever since you got here."

The dried off, slipped on some clothes, and went downstairs. Mitch set the table while Kristin got the food out of the stove. She'd made a casserole, and it was delicious.

"You know," Mitch said as they ate. "You're a darn good cook."

Kristin blushed. "Thank you for saying so," she said, "but this really isn't that hard to make."

"Maybe it's just because I worked up such a good appetite," Mitch responded, grinning.

Kristin blushed again.

"Let's go upstairs," she said when they finished eating. "I'll do the dishes later." She stood up, took Mitch's hand.

He stood up and they walked up the stairs.

When they got back to Kristin's bedroom, their lips met in a torrid, searching kiss, their bodies pressed together.

After the kiss ended, they tore at each other's clothes and, once they were naked, the two lovers tumbled into Kristin's king-sized bed. Mitch's lips immediately went to his lovely companion's protruding nipples, and her hands sought his erection.

They took their time, slowly, joyfully, exploring, caressing, and arousing each other. Mitch discovered that, although he'd already made love with Kristin, and Melissa earlier, he needed Kristin desperately again.

Kristin, too, was surprised by the intensity of her need for Mitch. Her excitement rapidly built to a level of near-frenzy. This night felt almost as if it were a honeymoon to her. She rolled on her back and pulled Mitch on top of her.

Mitch didn't have to be told what Kristin wanted. His erection, sandwiched between them, slid up her belly. At that point, he needed her more than he'd ever needed a woman. Her rigid nipples, hot fingers of excitement, jabbed into his chest.

"Take me, Mitch!" Kristin urged, "Now!" Her voice was filled with urgency.

Mitch raised his hips, then lowered them, and felt his rigid shaft sliding into her warm dampness. He was in her!

"Yesssss!!! Oh, Lover!!! Yessssss!!!!" Kristin groaned, "That's exactly what I need!!!!"

Mitch began to move his hips, and the couple rode breaking waves of jubilation, their bodies straining fiercely, exchanging the utmost in erotic sensations.

Kristin's passion reached a crescendo, then blossomed into sweet, joyful explosions of bliss.

"Yessssssss!!!! Yesssssss!!! Darling, yesssssss!!!!!" she cried. "I'm commmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!! Take meeeeee!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!"

"Kristin!!!! Oh, Goddddddddddd!!!!!!!" Mitch cried, exploding his juices into her rocking, twisting body.

Afterward, aglow with shared joy, they lay in each other's arms.

Kristin kissed Mitch. "I can't believe it!" she gushed. "Every time we make love is different and more wonderful than the last!"

"I have to tell you, I'm a little overwhelmed, too," Mitch admitted. "Making love with you is better than I ever dreamed love-making could be!" He took her in his arms and their lips locked in a longing, passionate kiss.

"Want to go again?" he asked when the kiss ended.

"I'm pretty pooped. Maybe we should rest a little," Kristin said.

"Sure," Mitch said. He pulled the covers over them, shut off the light, and they snuggled against each other. Locked in each other's arms, they drifted off into a sound, satisfied sleep.




Indiscretions Ch. 17



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter seventeen

Mitch finished his day's work and, with some trepidation, headed for the Singleton house. He hadn't seen Melissa since they wound up in bed a few nights earlier, and was concerned. She was crying when he left that night, and since she'd avoided him since, he wanted to make sure she was all right.

What Mitch didn't know was that Melissa, torn by conflicting feelings of wanting to make love with him more and guilt over the fact that she had allowed herself to do that already, was trying to avoid further temptation by keeping away from him.

He went up on the back porch and knocked on the door. Melissa answered his knock wearing a plain white twill shirt and khaki slacks. The slacks, while not tight, fit her full body well and displayed her fine bottom wonderfully. The shirt hung loose over her full, firm breasts, and was innocently quite provocative.

"Hi, Mitch," Melissa said. She smiled tentatively.

"Ah...I...I...was, ah, wondering, are you, you know, OK?" Mitch said. He thought his voice sounded funny and felt his face getting hot. He wasn't exactly sure how you asked a married woman if she was upset because you took advantage of her in a weak moment and made love to her.

Melissa believed she'd finally sorted out her feelings since that night with Mitch. She knew what they did was wrong, but wasn't sorry it had happened. She had needed what Mitch gave her desperately. But it couldn't ever happen again. What happened was over and done with and couldn't be undone, she'd convinced herself. She had to get on with her life and not let the past affect her.

"You look like you're warm, Mitch," she said. "Would you like a soda, or some iced tea?"

"Ah...sure," Mitch said. He was surprised how cool she was acting. He'd expected her to be upset. He followed Melissa to the kitchen. She got two cans of soda out of the refrigerator and handed him one.

"Here," she said.

Mitch, not exactly sure what to do, took the soda and sipped it.

Melissa leaned against the kitchen counter as she drank her soda, unaware that doing so thrust her large breasts out against her blouse. "That plan you came up for duties around here seems to be working, doesn't it?" Melissa said. As long as she kept their conversation on business, nothing would happen.

"Ah...um...well, you know, I guess it is," Mitch said, trying not to stare at her chest. "I...I did it as much to make things easier for me as for anything, you know?" He was confused. Powerful feelings were stirring inside him, feelings he didn't want to feel for Melissa. He believed he was starting to fall for Kristin and the fact that being with Melissa was arousing him made him feel guilty.

"Well, whatever your reason was, it's been a positive change," Melissa said. She straightened up and walked back to the dining room.

Mitch followed her. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm trying to make a dress," Melissa said. "I haven't done any sewing in years, but I saw this pattern and thought I'd try it." Sewing was also another way she could keep her mind off him.

"My mother used to make a lot of her own clothes," Mitch said. "And some for us kids, too."

"It does save money," Melissa agreed. She liked having him around. It was nice to have someone to talk to who seemed interested in what she was doing, a friend she could talk with. She and Mitch talked as she continued working on the dress.

Mitch tried to get his thoughts straightened out as they talked. "Should I apologize for what I did the other night?" he mused as he watched Melissa work. He was worried that if he didn't get their relationship straightened out, it might affect his job. He liked working on the farm and didn't want to get fired. "How do I do this?" he asked himself. "What can I say that won't upset her?"

Mitch continued trying to figure out a way to extend an apology and grew more and more anxious as he did. His heart was pounding and his chest felt tight. He'd never been in a more distressing predicament.

Melissa sewed the dress together, unaware of the turmoil Mitch was experiencing. She had no idea how upset he was under the cool facade he was presenting to her. She finished the hem, cut the threads, and leaned back in her chair. "There," she said. "It's finished."

"It looks nice," Mitch ventured.

"It will if it came out right," Melissa said. "Shall we see?" She stood up. "Why don't I put it on? You can tell me how you think it looks."

"All right," Mitch replied. He wasn't sure how she could be so cool. Had she gotten over what happened between them already? For some reason, that possibility bothered him, too. He was really a mess. He wanted to apologize, to remain friends with her, but he was upset because it looked like she wasn't affected by what they'd done. What kind of fix had he gotten himself into, anyhow?

Melissa went into the bathroom, took off of her slacks and blouse, and slipped the dress on. She looked at herself in the mirror, and straightened her hair a little. "What we did the other night was so incredible!" she found herself thinking as she looked at her reflection. "I...I wonder if Mitch still...?" The sudden thought startled her. She didn't dare let anything like that happen again. She had to keep herself under control. Shaking the thought off, she walked back out to the dining room, where Mitch sat waiting.

The dress, a coatdress, was a pretty teal green color. It buttoned down the front, had a shirt-like collar, flap pockets on the chest, long sleeves with button cuffs, and was cinched around her waist by a belt made of the same material the dress was made of.

Mitch's eyes widened when Melissa walked into the room. He thought the dress looked fantastic on her! He swallowed hard.

"Does it look all right?" Melissa asked. For the first time she was aware that Mitch looked uncomfortable.

"Ah...yeah...it...ah...it really looks nice!" Mitch replied hoarsely. "You...you...it looks beautiful!"

Melissa felt herself blushing and realized warmth was spreading through her. It had been a long time since she'd had an admiring comment from a male. If only her husband would be as attentive. "What's the matter with me?" she thought. "I can't let myself keep thinking like this! If I do, I'm going to add to the troubles I've already gotten myself into." "Ah...thank you, Mitch, I, uh, I...you'll have to excuse me for a second," Melissa stammered. She suddenly felt very ill at ease. She turned, went back to the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against it. "What's wrong with me?" she wondered. "I'm sick, really sick.  Mitch is being nice to me, and all I can do is have awful thoughts! I have to get myself under control!"

A voice inside her head joined the conversation. "What's the matter with those thoughts? Come to think about it, what's wrong with what you did the other night? Both of you wanted it, didn't you?" Melissa shuddered. "Look, you know he's hot for you!"

"No!" Melissa said out loud. "No. I..."

"You want him again, and you know it!" her inner voice insisted. "Remember what a good lover he was? You could have more of that, all you need to do is go out there and let it happen!" "No!" Melissa said. "I can't!"

Sitting in the dining room, Mitch heard Melissa's voice and couldn't figure out what was going on. It sounded as if she were talking with someone. Concerned, got up and walked to the bathroom door. "Melissa, are you OK?" he asked.

"Ah...yes, Mitch, I'm fine," Melissa replied. She was still leaning against the door, trying to get herself under control. She wasn't quite sure how she'd let her emotions get away from her again. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"Why don't you just tell Mitch you want to go to bed with him again?" her annoying, lecherous inner voice asked.

Melissa forced herself to walk to the sink. She rinsed her face off with cold water, then she opened the door, and walked out into the hallway.

"If you want, I could make you something to eat," Mitch said. "I mean, you've been busy, and I like to cook and..."

"That's all right, Mitch, really," Melissa said, why was she shaking? "I've taken up enough of your time."

"It's...it's OK," Mitch stammered. "I...it's not a bother. Not at all."

Melissa walked by him, to the kitchen, got some cooking utensils out of the cupboard, and began making dinner for herself. When Mitch began peeling potatoes, she didn't protest. After all, bad thoughts or not, it was nice having him around. They stood next to each other at the sink, working on the meal, each painfully aware of the other's nearness.

Melissa turned, planning to go to the refrigerator to get some things to make a salad. She took one step, her foot caught on rug in front of the sink, and she lost her balance and started to fall.

The next thing she knew, Mitch's strong arms were around her, holding her. She looked up into his face.

"Ah...I'm sorry, Melissa," he croaked, "I...uh...I was afraid you...you were going to, you know, fall." Fire flared in his loins and he felt himself growing hard as he held Melissa in his arms once again.

"It's...it's OK, Mitch," Melissa said. She got her feet under her and stepped back out of his arms. Her heart was pounding and her chest was heaving. Being in his arms felt so good!

"Look," Mitch said, gulping, "I...ah...maybe...maybe, ah, I better get going." He stepped around Melissa and started for the door.

"You know he has the hots for you!" Melissa's inner voice said. "And you want him! You're a damn fool if you let him walk out of here!" She shook her head. Why couldn't she control herself? When Mitch opened the door and started to exit, Melissa acted. "Mitch?" she said.

Mitch stopped and turned, his hand still on the doorknob. "Ah...what, Melissa?"

"You don't have to leave, Mitch," she said softly. "I wish you wouldn't. Please stay and have dinner with me."

Mitch was delighted by Melissa's request. He walked back into the house and stood in the kitchen, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other, not sure what to do or say.

Melissa, having kept Mitch from leaving, wasn't sure what to do next. "You look upset, Mitch," she said, "are you all right?"

"Uh...well..." Mitch felt his face getting hot. "I...I, ah, I wanted to talk to you, to apologize for the other night."

"The other night?" Melissa said, and smiled. "Believe me, Mitch, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for!"

"I...I don't?" Mitch replied. He looked at her, surprised.

"Of course not," Melissa laughed. "Oh, Mitch!" Seeing how upset he looked touched her, so she walked across the kitchen and put her arms around him.

Mitch was stunned to find himself in Melissa's arms. Almost automatically, he slipped his arms around her and felt himself begin to tremble. He wasn't sure what was going on or what Melissa wanted. Should he let her feel the erection growing larger every second in his jeans? What her reaction be if he did?

He needn't have worried. Melissa did feel the cock swelling against her and was as confused by her reaction as Mitch was. Fires of need blazed inside her and she felt her body begin to quake. God forgive her, she wanted to make love with him again! She was turned on, and the mass of hard flesh pressing against her told her that Mitch was, too. Why didn't he do something? Couldn't he see that she would be unable to stop him if he did?

Melissa leaned back in Mitch's strong arms and looked up at him. His face was bright red and he seemed to be having difficulty breathing. "Mitch," Melissa whispered, her heart pounding, "Mitch, would you please kiss me?"

Mitch immediately plastered his mouth against hers. Wild feelings coursed through him when their lips joined. He felt as if he'd been sucked into a tornado.

Melissa experienced exultation when Mitch's lips pressed against hers and his arms tightened around her waist. Trembling, she moaned joyfully into his mouth. Her tongue lashed his and his tongue returned the caress. When the kiss ended, she took Mitch's hand and tugged him toward the stairs.

Mitch went along, clutching Melissa's soft hand as she led him up the stairs to her bedroom. He knew he shouldn't be letting this happen, but he couldn't stop himself.

Melissa's emotions were in chaos. She was once again turned on and alone with Mitch. Lustful feelings were sweeping through her like a hurricane, all she could do was react to them. When they got to the bedroom, she dropped Mitch's hand, turned to face him, then she began to unbutton the buttons down the front of the dress she'd just finished making. She felt terribly wanton.

Mitch, stupefied, watched Melissa open her dress. He hadn't planned on this happening when he came up to the house today!

Melissa finished opening her dress. She shrugged her shoulders and it slid down her shoulders and dropped on the floor. Then she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, very aware that Mitch's eyes were glued to her. She tossed the bra on a chair next to the bed, then she bent and pushed down her panties. She'd done it! She'd stripped naked in front of Mitch, who continued to stare at her with a wide, feverish gaze.

"Do...do you want to make love to me again, Mitch?" Melissa whispered.

Mitch nodded. "Yeah...I...I sure do!" he croaked in reply.

"Then do it! Make love to me, Mitch!" Melissa whispered, moving closer to him. "I need you so badly!" She walked to where he stood, knelt, unzipped his pants, reached inside them, and brought out his rigid cock. She heard him groan and felt him shaking when she began licking and sucking his swollen lance.

Mitch felt like he was going to explode! Melissa was sucking his cock! This was the last thing he expected her to do! If she kept it up, he was going to...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Melissa!!!" he cried when powerful spasms began in his loins. "Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! I...I...I...I can't stop!!! I...I...I...I can't stop!!! Oh, God!!!!" He began erupting powerfully.

The sudden gush of hot fluids from Mitch's cock caught Melissa by surprise. She hadn't realized how turned on he was and wasn't prepared for his abrupt coming. At first, she took her mouth from his spurting cock then, as she felt his hot juices splattering onto her face and breasts, she took the throbbing, jerking wand back into her mouth and swallowed as much of the precious fluid spewing from it as she could. This was something she'd never done before, and it was wonderful! She continued to suck Mitch's cock avidly, enjoying every sensational explosion of his spend.

Not long afterward, they were lying on Melissa's bed. Mitch reached out and touched one of Melissa's full breasts gently. It felt so warm, so silky! He slid his fingers over the swollen orb and heard her moan softly.

"Yessssss!!!" Melissa murmured. "Touch my breasts, Mitch! Play with them like you did the other night! Kiss them!" Exultation swept over her like a tidal wave. Her body arched as Mitch's hand slid over the straining, nerve-packed peak of one breast. She could feel him massaging the juices he'd shot onto her into her skin and shuddered with delight.

Mitch continued to explore Melissa's lush torso and she responded ardently, begging him to touch her more. His explorations quickly roused Melissa to a fever pitch of desire. As a result of what he was doing to her, Mitch's cock once again grew hard.

"Oh, Mitch!" Melissa cooed, breathlessly, "You're making me feel so good! I love the way you touch me! Ohhhhhhh!!!!" It felt as if he was touching her everywhere all at once, setting her nerves on edge, thrilling her, making her tingle with excitement from head to foot. She couldn't believe what a wonderful lover he was. "Don't stop!! Ohhhhhh!!! You're so gentle!! Don't ever stop!!!"

Mitch spent a considerable time fondling and stroking Melissa's breasts. He was mesmerized by her nipples. They were so hard, so big, and felt so good against his hands. He bent his head and sucked one rigid, straining, finger-sized button of flesh between his lips. He could taste the remnants of his eruption on her, and found that exciting, too. His cock twitched and got even harder.

Melissa moaned ecstatically and her hands pressed against his head. "Gahhhhhhh!!!! Oh, God, Mitch!!! Oh, God!!! Yesssssss!!! Oh, Mitch!!! Yesssss!!! Yessss!!! Kiss them!!! Oh, yessssss!!!! Kiss my breasts!!!! Suck my nipples!!!!" she wailed as elation filled her. The wild sensations evoked by his lips and roaming hands began drawing her inexorably into a whirlpool of bliss.

Mitch was surprised when, suddenly, he felt Melissa stiffen. Then she gasped and began to moan, her body thrashing, her hands clutching his head in desperation.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, God!!!" she cried. "Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! I'm coming!!! Oh, Mitch!!! Mitch!!! Mitch!!! Don't stop!!! Don't stop!!! I'm commmmmminnnnnnngggggggggg!!!!!" Release swept over the luscious woman.

Mitch was astounded when Melissa started coming while was sucking her breasts! He'd done it again! Excited, he continued sucking and stroking her magnificent, quivering spheres and she continued to moan and writhe.

Melissa began to think she'd never stop coming! Mitch's lips were so insistent, the sensations they incited so intense, she couldn't stop coming! And she didn't want to! Finally, however, her body did begin to calm. She felt herself sliding from bliss to gentle joy.

That didn't stop Mitch. Even after Melissa calmed, his caresses persisted. And, in spite of having just come wonderfully, Melissa felt herself once more begin to ascend to lofty planes of joy. Mitch shifted position on the bed and, as he did, his erect cock slapped against Melissa's leg. She shuddered. He was hard again! She urged him on top of her. "Make love to me, Mitch!" she urged, "I want you in me!"

Mitch moved his body over Melissa's, shaking with anticipation. As he did, he felt Melissa slide her hand between them and grasp his engorged shaft.

"Raise your hips," she whispered. When he complied, Melissa swept the flared head of his cock between her juice-soaked, pulsing vaginal lips for a few seconds, then she held it centered on her quavering entrance. "Now, Mitch! Take me!" she urged.

Mitch lowered his hips and felt his cock sliding into her. "Ohhhhhh, Godddddd!!!!!" he groaned as he sank into her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Melissa groaned in response when she felt Mitch's hard cock probe into her. It felt so wonderful! She needed this! Why had she been avoiding it?

Mitch felt as if he was on fire. Every inch of him was aflame and, as he sank into Melissa, he almost fainted from the wild, intense sensations he experienced. Unable to remain still, he began driving into her, his hips pounding against her, his cock stabbing deep into her. He was going to come again! He couldn't stop! It felt too good!

Melissa, like Mitch, was responding far more quickly than she expected. The exhilaration she felt and the fervor with which he was fucking her were her too much! She couldn't check her headlong rush toward release. She wanted to come! She needed to come! She...she was... "Mitch!!! Oh, God!!! Mitch!!! I'm coming!!! Oh, Mitch!!! I'm commmmmmminnnnnnnggggggg!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Mitch!!! Mitch!!! Mitch!!! Mitch!!! Yessssssssssss!!! Oh, yesssssssssssss!!!!" she screamed, clutching at him.

"Unnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Mitch groaned as his semen spewed into Melissa's quivering, sucking tunnel. He stiffened, pressing his hips against her bucking, straining body, as they rode out their joy. When his intense contractions ceased, he lowered himself onto her, and kissed her. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, and her tongue dueled with his.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!! Oh, God, Mitch!! That was so wonderful!!!" Melissa babbled. "Mitch!!! Oh, Mitch!!!" If this was what it took for her to be satisfied, then this is what she was going to do!




Indiscretions Ch. 17



Mitch was afraid he was too heavy for her, so he rolled off and lay, exhausted, on the bed next to her.

Melissa rolled on her side, put her arm around him, and kissed him softly on the cheek. "You are a marvelous lover, Mitch," she said, and was delighted that he blushed.

"You...you aren't mad at me?" Mitch asked.

"Mad at you! Mitch!" Melissa exclaimed. "You just made me feel wonderful! How could I be mad at you?" She pulled him against her and covered his mouth with hers.

After lying in Mitch's arms for a while, Melissa rolled over and began sucking his cock again. His limp organ rapidly expanded and grew, filling her mouth, roaring back to throbbing life.

"I want to do it doggy-style this time," Melissa gasped, getting on her knees. "Come on, Mitch, take me from the back!"

Mitch took one look at Melissa's delightfully formed body, her succulent breasts hanging, tips straining toward the bed then he moved behind her and plowed into her like a roaring bull.

"I...Aahhhhh!!!...I hope Tom doesn't come home early today," Melissa thought, her body trembling as Mitch drove his cock into her at a feverish pace. She had lost track of time, it blended into one long spiraling, joyous, whirl of sensations. She could hear Mitch's thighs slapping against hers as he plunged his huge cock into her. When he reached under her and his hands cupped and squeezed her dangling breasts, she went berserk. "Mitch!!! Oh, God, Mitch!!!" she moaned, "Yessss!!! Oh, Mitch, yesssssss!!!"

His muscles straining, Mitch continued to hammer into Melissa, feeling her body shake, glorying in the friction of her tight channel around his plunging cock. He heard her mewls of delight, felt her body quiver, and continued. His cock was as hard as it had ever been and felt as if it would stay that way forever!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Mitch!!!!! Mitch!!!!! Mitch!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! I'm commmmmiiiiinnnnnnggggggg!!!! I'm commmmmmiiiiinnnnnngggggggg!!!! Agggggainnnnnn!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Melissa cried, once more exploding into paroxysms of bliss.

Mitch loved it! He felt Melissa's vagina pulsing, clasping at his cock, and she sagged to the bed. He kept on, his cudgel plowing into her, his hips a blur of motion.

"Oh!!! Oh!!!! Oh!!!! Oh!!!! Oh!!!!" More soft moans were forced from Melissa by Mitch's continued thrusts. She wondered if he'd ever stop. If he didn't, she wasn't sure she'd be able to walk again.

Mitch, sensing the growing tension that had begun to build in his body, realized he was going to come again! He kept hammering his hips against Melissa like a pile-driver, pounding his pillar of joy into her.

Melissa didn't think she could stand much more. Mitch's powerful thrusts continued, shaking her, driving her head against the pillow. She couldn't believe he could keep going this long without coming. If he kept it up much longer, she was liable to...

"Melisssssaaaaaaaa!!! Oh, God!!!! Melisssaaaaaaa!!!!" Mitch howled when, at last, he erupted, experiencing sensations so exquisite, so intense, they were almost painful.

"Eeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yesssssssss!!!! Yesssssssss!!! Agggggggggainnnnnnnnn!!! Oh, God!!! Agggggainnnnnnn!!!" Melissa whimpered when she felt his hot juices spraying into her again.

"Mitch, I think you better go," Melissa said when she was finally able to talk. She kissed him. "I wish you didn't have to, though."

Mitch pulled Melissa's mouth to his and their lips coupled in a deep, heated kiss. "That's OK," he told her when the kiss ended, "I understand." He watched as she got off the bed and started across the room, her ripe, firm body on display. "You have any idea when Tom's going to get in?"

"I'm afraid I don't," Melissa said as she got her robe out of the bedroom closet and slipped into it. She was acutely aware of Mitch's admiring gaze. "I have to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up," she said, "you got me all sticky." She looked at Mitch and smiled, then she walked down the hall to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and took off her robe. She turned and jumped, startled to see Mitch standing in the doorway, nude, and smiling.

"Do you know what time Tom left this morning?" he asked softly, referring to Melissa's husband.

"Ah...I don't know," Melissa replied. "He called about nine, so he probably left then. Mitch, I really do need to get a bath..."

"Go ahead," Mitch said as his eyes moved over her body. 

Melissa shivered as Mitch's eyes caressed her. It was amazing. He didn't even have to touch her, he made her tingle just by looking at her!

"You are really beautiful!" Mitch said reverently. He started walking slowly across the bathroom.

"Ah...Mitch..." Melissa stammered. She was getting aroused again, just from the look in his eyes! "Uh...my...um...bath..." His arms went around her and he pulled her naked body against his. "I don't believe it!" she thought when Mitch's again-erect cock slid between her legs. "He's hard again!" His lips covered hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth.

Melissa felt Mitch pulling her down to the floor. "Ohhhh!!! What the hell, we probably have plenty of time before Tom gets home!" she thought as hunger overpowered her once more.

Mitch laid Melissa on her back on the soft carpet in front of the tub, then loomed over her. The next thing she knew, his cock was sliding into her.

Mitch held himself up on outstretched arms and thrust deep into Melissa's lush body, feeling his need ascend to new heights, and experiencing her ardent response. It wasn't long before she was clutching at him once more.

"Yes!!! Oh, God, Mitch!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssssssssss!!!" Melissa cried, writhing ecstatically as Mitch's driving cock triggered still another furious explosion of joy. "Too good!!! Oh, God, too good!!! Don't stop!!! Don't ever stop!!! I'm commmminnnnnggggg!!!! I'm commmminnnngggg!! I'mmmmmmmm commmmmmminnnnnnnggggggg!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Me, too!!! Melissa!! Melissaaaaaaa!!! Me, tooooooo!!!!" Mitch groaned. After exploding into her he collapsed atop her.

When Mitch's cock finally began to soften and she felt it slide from her, Melissa slid out from under him and stood up. "I...Oh, God, Mitch, that was wonderful! But I really do have to get a bath," she panted.

"Is it OK if I watch?" he asked.

"What if Tom were to come home and finds us...like this?" Melissa wondered. As much as she enjoyed what she and Mitch had been doing, and even though her husband hadn't paid much attention to her for months, she had an idea Tom wouldn't be pleased if he came home and found out she'd been cheating on him. "I...I think, maybe, it's best if you leave," she said.

"I guess you're right," Mitch said, a bit disappointed. He stood up. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I hope so," Melissa said. She watched him leave, then climbed into the shower and took a long and wonderfully relaxing bath.

Tom Singleton arrived home earlier than he expected, and was glad, because it would mean Melissa would be up and they might be able to discuss the problems that had arisen between them during the past year. He was surprised the house was dark. Had Melissa gone to bed early?

He entered the house, quietly, not wanting to waken Melissa if she was in bed already. He went up the stairs and, as he neared the top, he thought he heard voices coming from the bathroom. "Who the hell is here with Melissa at this hour?" Tom wondered. "And what the hell are they doing in the bathroom?" He moved closer to the bathroom door.

Tom heard his wife say something, then she began making sounds he knew only too well. Someone was making Melissa moan with pleasure! Anger flared in Tom! How could she? He gave no thought whatever to the fact that he'd been ignoring her for almost a year and had been cheating on her.

Shaking with rage, Tom stood outside the bathroom door. He thought about rushing in and confronting whoever was with Melissa, but he couldn't move. Even though he'd been cheating on his wife, he never considered the possibility she might cheat on him.

Tom heard a male voice, which sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it at first. Then the conversation ended and all he heard were the sounds of passion. His mind awhirl, he tried to imagine what was happening behind the closed bathroom door.

In spite of his anger, Tom couldn't keep himself from picturing his wife's lush body quivering with ecstasy as someone made love to her. His rage faded and was replaced by growing excitement. Even though he didn't want it to, his cock began to swell. He carefully took hold of the doorknob and turned it. He had to find out who was making love to his wife!

Tom took good care of things around the house, so the latch turned silently, and the door swung quietly inward on well-lubricated hinges. He felt himself trembling as he prepared to discover who his wife was making love with. As the door moved open, he saw two pairs of feet and a man's body lying face down on top of a woman's. Melissa's lover had a muscular body and tight buttocks, which moved up and down as he fucked Melissa.

Tom peered through the slightly open door, but couldn't see the man's face or head. Who the hell was it? Who had seduced his wife? The man moaned and strained as he lunged into Melissa, then Tom finally realized who his wife's lover was! It was Mitch, their hired hand! He began to tremble.

Melissa's eyes were closed and her head rolled from side to side while her body arched and strained and her fingers raked the floor. As Tom watched, his wife began to groan, then she exploded into what looked like a spectacular orgasm.

Tom realized the front of his pants were wet from juices seeping from his steel-hard cock. He was turned on! Very turned on! But he didn't know what to do. Anger was still there, but excitement generated by watching Melissa and Mitch, was there, too. Since he didn't know what to do, he kept watching.

Finally it looked like the couple was finished. Tom silently closed the door and leaned against the wall. He heard them talking, and realized that Mitch was about to leave. He turned and quickly went back downstairs and out the door. He'd put his truck in the barn, so Mitch wouldn't notice it when he left.

Standing just inside the barn door, Tom watched Mitch come out, get in his truck, and drive off. Because his pants were wet, he got a spare pair out of the suitcase in the truck, slipped them on, then he headed back for the house.

When he got back upstairs, he heard the shower running, and headed for the bathroom.

Melissa had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off when her husband appeared in the bathroom doorway.

"Hello, Melissa," Tom said.

"Tom!" Melissa replied, feeling her face get hot. When had he gotten home? Did he have any idea what she and Mitch had been doing? "You...you startled me!"

"I just got here," Tom said, "and I heard the shower running, so I thought I'd..." He shrugged as he stood in the bathroom doorway watching his wife towel herself dry.

Melissa, very uncomfortable under her husband's gaze, slipped on her robe. "How was your trip?" she asked.

"It was...it was OK, I guess," Tom replied. "Nothing unusual."

Tom wasn't sure what to do. The angry part of him wanted to confront Melissa about what he'd seen. But rational thought intervened. He was in no position to throw stones. He'd been fucking around on his wife for almost a year, so he really had no right to be angry if Melissa had been doing the same thing.

Just the same, seeing Mitch fucking her had been quite disturbing, and the memory of what he'd seen continued to bug Tom.

"Well, I'm going to bed," Melissa said, stretching.

Tom followed his wife to their bedroom and watched as she slid off her robe, then slid into bed.

He took off his clothes and joined Melissa in bed. He laid there, next to her, pondering what to do about the situation he'd discovered. Given what he'd just seen, was there any point in trying to save their marriage?



Indiscretions Ch. 18



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter eighteen

Peter Tomlinson pulled up in front of Bonnie Markham's rural home, got out of his car, walked to the house, and rang the doorbell.

Bonnie opened the door, smiled, and her eyes brightened when she saw him. "Hi, Peter," she said.

"Wow!" Peter said, "You look fantastic!"

Bonnie had on a white loose-knit cardigan sweater over a gray paisley pattern blouse and a gray skirt. A string of pearls hung around her neck. She blushed at his compliment.

"Ready to go?" Peter asked.

"Let me get my coat," Bonnie said. She did and they left.

They went to a very nice restaurant. It wasn't overly fancy, but it was comfortable. The proprietor, a man named Milos who apparently knew Peter, greeted them at the door and made a huge fuss over Bonnie when Peter introduced them.

"You are very attractive," Milos told Bonnie. "I can see now why so many people go to your diner. If it were not that I have my own restaurant, I would think of going there, too, just to see you."

"Ah...thank you," Bonnie replied. She felt her face get hot again.

They were ushered to a table and the owner left them alone to study the menus.

"Milos really has the gift of gab doesn't he?" Peter commented when the restaurant owner walked away. "He's a little embarrassing sometimes."

"I guess!" Bonnie said.

Peter was an old high school classmate of Bonnie's who she hadn't seen in ages. She was surprised when he showed up at the diner one day, a salesman representing a food service company. He had invited both Bill and her to dinner to discuss a food service package he wanted to sell them, but Bill declined, telling Bonnie to go.

Bonnie was happy to have the opportunity to spend time with her old classmate again. For reasons she didn't quite understand, Mitch had suddenly stopped calling her lately, and her husband had become even more inattentive, so the idea of a night out with a handsome man didn't turn her off at all.

"You know," Peter said, smiling, "Milos was right, though. I don't know if you ever knew it, but I had a crush on you in school. I thought you were pretty then, but I think you're even prettier now."

"Peter!" Bonnie exclaimed. She was beginning to think she'd never stop blushing. She looked at her companion. He'd gotten a lot better looking since high school, too. He had a nice smile, was a bit bulky, and certainly was a lot less shy than she recalled him being in school. "I thought you wanted to sell me your firm's food."

"I do," Peter said. "But I can compliment you, too, can't I?"

"Knock it off," Bonnie laughed. "I'd have listened to your sales pitch without the meal. And flattery will get you nowhere. You'll find out I'm a hard-headed businesswoman. If what you're selling looks like a good deal, I'll buy it, if it doesn't, all the flattery in the world won't work."

"The flattery isn't part of the sales pitch," Peter said. "But the meal is. I brought you here because Milos is one of my satisfied customers."

"Well, I guess if the food's good, then you may make a sale," Bonnie replied.

"That's fair," Peter said.

The meal came, they ate, and as they did they talked about what they'd done since they left school. Peter told her he'd been married, but was now divorced. Like Bonnie, he had no children.

"You were right, Peter," Bonnie said, "the food is excellent."

"See, I told you so," he replied, smiling.

Milos joined them after they finished eating. The restaurant owner enthusiastically sang the praises of Peter's company and the service it provided. "You could do a lot worse than to do business with Peter, here," the restaurant owner said. "I won't lie to you, Miss Bonnie, I have had a few problems, but Peter, he's gotten them straightened out right away."

After they finished their meal, they went out to Peter's car. "You interested in having a drink with me before I take you home?" he asked.

The last thing Bonnie wanted was for the evening to end. She was having far too wonderful a time with Peter. "Sure," she said. "I'd like that."

"There's a nice tavern in my motel," he said. "That OK with you?"

"It sounds fine," Bonnie said. She wasn't worried about her husband being upset because she was out late. Bill had been coming home later and later recently and even if she was out really late with Peter, she'd most likely be going home to an empty house. Having a drink with Peter wouldn't hurt anything.

When they arrived at the motel, Peter parked his car in the lot, got out, and opened the door for Bonnie. She got out of the car, then they went inside to the tavern.

The motel tavern was dimly lit. A hostess greeted them and seated them in a booth in the corner.

"This is nice, Peter," Bonnie said. "Have you been here before?"

"A few times," Peter said. "I usually stay here when I'm here in Jamestown on business. It's a good place to meet people."

The waitress came, took their drink order, then left.

"You really look lovely tonight," Peter told Bonnie.

She blushed and averted her eyes. "I...I'm sorry," she said. "I probably shouldn't act like this, but I'm not used to compliments. I haven't had many since Bill and I got married."

"You deserve them," Peter told her. "You really do."

She looked at him and wondered why he'd come back into her life now, when it was in such turmoil. "You know, Peter..." she said, "...lately I've been doing a lot of thinking. I've been starting to think my marriage may have been a mistake, and I'm not sure I can tolerate it any more."

Peter, surprised by the intimate nature of what she was saying, nodded and stayed silent, not wanting to disturb the flow of conversation. Bonnie seemed to need to talk and he thought the best thing he could do was let her.

"It's gotten to the point where I've been considering taking steps to end it. My marriage, I mean," she continued. She took a deep breath, then looked at him.

"Am I the first person you've talked to about this?" Peter asked.

Bonnie looked at him and nodded. "Yes," she said.

"Do you think getting a divorce will solve your problems?" he asked.

She nodded. "I guess I do," she said. "I've been finding out recently that there's a lot in life I've missed. I just hope it isn't too late to catch up on some of it."

"It isn't too late. You're a beautiful, vibrant woman," Peter told her, "and I'm sure you have a good future ahead of you."

"I hope so," Bonnie said. "But it doesn't matter. I can't stay trapped in this marriage any more. Being alone can't be any worse than being in my marriage is."

Their drinks came. Peter sipped his. Bonnie held her glass in both hands and kept looking at him. "I'm really enjoying my time with you, Peter," she said, hesitantly. "I...I haven't had a more delightful evening in a long time."

"I'm glad you're having a good time," Peter said. "I am, too."

She looked at him, very serious. "I...I've talked more openly with you than I ever have with anyone," she said softly. "I...I don't know what it is about you."

"You obviously needed to talk with someone," he said, "I'm honored I was that person."

"But...but it...it isn't fair of me to be bothering you with my problems," Bonnie said.

"Would you think I was terrible if I asked you to come to my room?" Peter said softly.

Bonnie looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Do you...you really want me to?"

Peter nodded. "Very much," he said softly.

She smiled weakly. "I...I'd like that," she whispered.

"I'm glad," Peter said. He reached across the table and covered her hand with his. She looked at him, and this time she smiled. Peter took a deep breath. "I'm really not all that interested in drinking, are you?"

Bonnie shook her head.

They got up, Peter paid the tab, and they started for his room.

"I'm scared," she whispered as they walked down the long corridor. "What...what if I'm not the girl you remember? What if...?"

Peter stopped, turned, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. She returned the kiss with surprising urgency.

"I have no illusions," Peter told her once the kiss ended. "Tonight will be wonderful."

Peter's room was just down the hall from where they'd stopped. When they reached it, he put the key in the lock and opened the door.

"This...this feels so...so naughty," Bonnie murmured.

"I think it helps make it more exciting, don't you?" Peter said as they walked into the room. He closed the door, locked it, and put the chain latch on.

Bonnie faced him, hugging herself nervously, as if she didn't know what to do next.

Peter walked to Bonnie, took her in his arms, and kissed her again.

With a soft moan, she pressed against him. Her arms slid around him, trapping him in a powerful embrace.

While their lips were joined, Peter slid his tongue out and caressed Bonnie's lips with it. Her lips parted and her tongue emerged, seeking contact with his. Their tongues teased, tenuously at first, then began to lash with growing urgency as the kiss went on. Peter's hands cupped his companion's full, firm bottom, pressing her against the swollen hardness at his groin.

Flushed and breathing hard, they leaned back in each other's arms. Bonnie's lips were red and wet, and Peter thought she looked more desirable than any woman he'd ever seen. He took his hands from her bottom and pushed open her sweater.

Bonnie let her arms drop to her sides as Peter pushed the sweater down. When the garment was out of the way, he opened the buttons of her blouse, exposing her lacy white bra.

Next, he opened her skirt, which dropped into a soft puddle of cloth at her feet. There she stood, wearing the lacy bra and a pair of bikini underpants, with no pantyhose.

While Peter was undressing her, Bonnie had been opening his clothes, too. He, too, was clad in only underwear and socks.

Peter took her hand and led her to the bed. Before they lay down, he undid the bra clasp between her breasts, and her lovely globes sprang free, sagging only slightly, their tips already rigid. Then he peeled down her panties and had her lay down on the bed.

"Oh," Bonnie murmured when she felt the undulating movement of the bed, "a water bed. I've never been in one before."

Peter stripped his underwear off and joined Bonnie in the bed. Their warm bodies pressed together and the undulating motion of the bed caused them to rub against each other and experience delightful friction.

Peter was too turned on to engage in much foreplay. The minute he was in bed with Bonnie, he rolled atop her and felt her legs open to receive him. His rigid penis was trapped between his belly and her already-wet gash. She moved her hips, sending thrills coursing through him. When he raised his hips, she reached between them, grasped the rigid pole in her soft, warm hand, and guided it to her opening. Peter thrust into Bonnie, bringing a gasp of joy from her.

"Oh, God! I needed you so badly! How did you know?" Bonnie asked, her eyes wide.

"Because I needed you just as badly!" Peter replied. He began lunging into her, feeling the tight clutch of her clasping hole around his probing shaft. The sensations were wondrous! He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back long, but from the way his partner had begun to quiver and gyrate, he sensed that she, too, was very near to coming. Her legs locked behind his and she thrust her pelvis against him urgently. Her arms locked round his neck and she pulled his face down to hers. Their lips joined and wracking spasms shook her body while she moaned into his mouth.

Peter felt the her vaginal walls rippling around his cock, milking him, sucking his juices from him. With tremendous rushes of pleasure, his fluids shot into her, filling her, making his thrusting easier.

When she felt him coming, Bonnie went wild and groaned wildly into his mouth as she strained against him, shaking powerfully.

Their initial pleasure sated, they stayed as they were, with Peter lying atop Bonnie, looking down into her smiling face. He bent and kissed her softly.

"Was it as wonderful for you as it was for me?" Bonnie asked.

"You better believe it!" Peter replied. "It was unreal!"

"What are we going to do now?" she asked softly.

Peter smiled at her. "What would you like to do?" he asked.

"I want you to make love to me until I can't walk any more!" Bonnie replied. She kissed him again.

Peter grinned at her. "That's a pretty tall order," he said, "but I'll do my best, I promise." He smiled. "After all, I do pride myself on my service." rolled off her and they lay in each other's arms, enjoying the warmth of their closeness, letting their bodies rejuvenate.

After a while, Peter began stroking Bonnie's back softly and she responded, her skin rippling as his hand slid over it.

"Ohhhhh, Peter!!!" she moaned into his chest, "that feels so wonderful!"

"I guess I'm doing it right, then," Peter said.

"You certainly are," she replied. She pulled back and smiled at him. "I'm sorry, Peter," she said, "but I need to go to the bathroom before we do anything else." She got off the bed, experienced an instant of discomfort about being nude in front of her old classmate, then the feeling passed and she walked to the bathroom.

Peter watched her go, thinking he hadn't been blessed with a more attractive view in quite a while. Bonnie was a knock-out. If anything, she was even better-looking now than she'd been in high school. Of course, back then, he'd never seen her naked, but he doubted she looked any better then than she did now.

After a few minutes, Bonnie emerged from the bathroom, returned to the bed, slid in next to Peter, wrapped her arms around him, and laid her head in the hollow of his neck. She kissed him tenderly, then she nodded off.

Peter was tired, too. Before he realized it, he dozed off. A bit later, he awoke from a dream about someone was giving him an incredible blow-job. Awake, he learned that the blow-job wasn't a dream. In fact, Bonnie's mouth was moving up and down over his swollen wand, sending shock-wave after shock-wave of delight through him. His hips began moving, responding to her oral caresses.

While Bonnie sucked him, her hands were sliding lightly up and down his legs, adding to the excitement he was receiving. He knew if he let her continue doing what she was doing for much longer, he'd be filling her mouth with his hot, sticky fluids, and he wasn't sure whether that was what she wanted. He began stroking Bonnie's back and she twisted around to look at him, her eyes wild.

"Bonnie...I...I'm so close! If you don't stop what you're doing pretty soon, I'm going to come!" Peter warned her, his voice strained. He was surprised when, instead of stopping, Bonnie continued sucking him. Her hand cupped his balls and began massaging them, adding more wild sensations to the ones that were already threatening to overwhelm him.

"God, Bonnie!!! I...I can't wait any more!!" Peter moaned, "I...I can't hold it!!!" Groaning with joy, he exploded, his penis pulsing, sending his fluids gushing into her mouth like water out of a fire hose.

Bonnie took her mouth from him then, but she continued to milk his cock, bestowing on him sensations so intense that the pleasure he felt verged on pain. She kept it up until his penis was limp in her hand, then she looked at him, smiling, droplets of his sticky white goo on her chin and chest.

"Did...did you like that, Peter?" she asked softly.

Unable to talk, Peter nodded.

"I don't know what came over me," she said softly, "I...I couldn't resist kissing it. Then...once I got started, I...I couldn't stop. I...I never, ever did anything like...like that be...before."

Peter lifted his arms and she slid atop him and they lay like that for a long time. When Peter's strength returned, his hands again began moving over Bonnie's smooth, warm skin again, and he heard her purr with delight once more. He rolled her onto her back and his exploration of her exquisite form became more earnest. Soon he once more had Bonnie writhing with delight. He captured a turgid nipple between his lips, sucked on it hard, and she cried out, her back arching. Her hands went to his ears and, using them as handles, she pulled his face against her.

Peter's hands kept moving over Bonnie, finally delving into the cleft between her legs, feeling the wetness of lust in her crinkly pubic hair. She thrust her hips up, seeking his touch, and he didn't disappoint her. His fingers parted the slick, silken lips of her labia and drove inside, making her moan even louder.

Peter wondered fleetingly about how well the motel rooms were sound-proofed, then didn't care as she began fucking his fingers while his lips moved from one straining nipple to the other.

Peter's his lips left her breasts and traced a path down over her belly, then paused and lavished a lot of attention to her navel, bringing squeals of delight from Bonnie while her hips continued thrusting onto his invading fingers.

"Yessss!!! Oh, Yesssss!!!" she hissed through clenched teeth as her body began quaking with approaching orgasm.

He kissed down through her lush pubic thatch, found the swollen bud of her clit, and sucked it deep into his mouth. Her shrieks of delight rose to a crescendo, her thighs clasped around his hand, and her hips gyrated in wild circles while her hips humped up and down on the bed. The moving water bed added to the stimulation his hand and lips gave her.

At last Bonnie's cries of ecstasy waned and she collapsed, limp, on the bed. It was Peter's turn to have a face smeared with come, and to slide up a warm body and embrace a person spent from delight.

Bonnie turned in his arms, facing him, her breasts pressing against his chest. Peter kissed her and she smiled weakly.

"Oh, God!!" she exulted, "That was fantastic! Let's do it some more!"

Peter kissed her, and their tongues lashed again. The time it took to pleasure her had given his body a chance tore-group, and he felt familiar stirrings deep inside him.

Bonnie began kissing his chest, her soft lips moving over his nipples, stiffening them. She sucked on Peter's nipples and he was delighted by how wonderful it felt. Her soft hands continued exploring his body, sliding over his ass cheeks, making them tighten with involuntary spasms of bliss.

"Do you like that, my darling?" she asked.

"Uh-huh!" Peter replied.

His cock had arisen again, and was pressing against her belly. Bonnie rolled atop him, trapping his erection between us.

"You are insatiable, aren't you?" she said.

"So are you," Peter gasped.

"I know, isn't it fabulous?" Bonnie said. She began moving her hips, caressing his shaft with her warm, wet opening, exciting him more and more. "I need you again," she gasped, reached between them, grasped him, and soon had him hilted deep inside her. Once again, Peter felt the warm caress of her tight channel. Then she began moving.

"Oh, God!!!" she cooed, "I love this!!! It's so wonderful!!!!"

Faster and faster her hips moved, making Peter's cock whip around inside her, stirring her as much as it stirred him, judging from the flush spreading over her body. Once more, Bonnie's moans grew in intensity and pitch, and her body began the trembling that had become so familiar to him.

Her full hips went wild at last, and her luscious body began shaking. Once more they shared the glories of mutual orgasm. Peter shot more hot jets of sticky cream into her, filling her to overflowing. Their mixed fluids trickled out of her, and ran down into the crack of his ass.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" she murmured happily as, afterward, they lay in each other's arms once again. "That was so wonderful!!!"

"It sure was!" Peter agreed.

Once more, Bonnie got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When she finished in the bathroom, she emerged and walked toward the bed where Peter lay. When she reached the bed, she knelt next to him, took hold of his rigid cock, and, with shaking hands, began to caress it.




Indiscretions Ch. 18



After a few moments, she took his cock deep in her mouth and began sucking him once more. Her tongue lashed his cock as it slid in and out of oral cavity. When her hands began milking his swollen balls again, Peter knew it wouldn't be long before he came.

With wrenching spasms that were almost painful, Peter erupted into her warm, clutching mouth, groaning loudly as passion overwhelmed him. He held her head in his hands as he fucked her mouth.

Afterward, they lay on the bed in each other's arms. "You ready to quit, yet?" Peter asked her after a few minutes.

"No way!" Bonnie replied, pushing him onto his back. Once more, their hands began exploring and although Peter had earlier thought his cock had reached it's limits, he found himself growing hard again.

"Get on your knees," Peter croaked as lust once more rose to fever pitch between them. Bonnie did as he asked, presenting her luscious rounded bottom to him. He got on his knees behind her and moved close, his cock slapping against her buttocks. He guided the tip to the cleft between the finely shaped globes of flesh and rubbed it up and down through her swampy wetness.

"Put it in me!!! I want it in me again!!!" Bonnie begged.

Grasping her hips, he drove into her, once again burying his cock in her.

"Yesssss!!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, Yesssss!!!" Bonnie hissed. She pushed her hips back against him. "Oh, Peter!!! That feels so good, so fantastic!!!!"

Peter's thighs smacked against her buttocks as he rammed into her. He looked up and realized he could see them reflected in the mirror over the dresser. It was as if he was watching an adult movie in which he and Bonnie were starring as they worked out their passion.

Bonnie's dangling breasts jumped and jiggled as their bodies thudded against each other, while her body shook from his thrusts.

"Oh, Jesus!!!!" she exclaimed, "I think I'm going to come again!!!"

Peter leaned forward; caught her dancing breasts in his hands, and felt the rigid nipples boring into his palms. When he squeezed them, Bonnie's body began to jolt, her moans turned into wails, and she exploded into a powerful orgasm. "Yesssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!! Oh, yesssssssssssssssss!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed.

The tension in Peter's body released and, with an incredibly sweet rush, his fluids coursed into Bonnie. His orgasm seemed to trigger still more joy for her, and her moans grew still louder.

"I...I think I'm...I'm finally fucked out," Bonnie said languidly as they lay in each other's arms afterward.

"Me, too," Peter agreed, tightening his arms around her, pulling her closer against him.

"I hate the thought of going home," she whispered.

"You don't have to leave just yet, do you?" Peter said.

Bonnie thought about it for a moment, then she shook her head. "I guess I don't," she replied, and kissed him.

Once again, they dozed off in each other's arms.

Peter awakened a bit later. Bonnie was snuggled against him, her back to him, her hair tousled. She stirred softly in her sleep, her buttocks moved against him, and his penis began swelling against her lush, lovely cheeks, pressing into the crack between them.

Peter reached over her, cupped her breast, and squeezed it softly, massaging the nipple into rigid life. While he did that, the motions of her hips grew more urgent.

Before long, Bonnie was purring with delight and her buttocks were caressing his erect cock, which grew harder and harder as her body moved against it.

"This is a really neat way to wake up," she murmured.

Peter reached down and hooked her leg back over his, exposing her vagina to his touch. His hand slid down over her belly, through her lush forest of pubic hair, onto the engorged bud of her clit. The movement of her hips increased in intensity and juices of excitement began oozing from her. He could feel the tip of his cock protruding between her legs, grasped it, and rubbed it against her slit.

Bonnie groaned and begged him to put it in her, so he did, once more feeling the thrill of having her tight, wet, channel grasping his invading cock.

"I've never done it like this!" she murmured, as their bodies began the ritual motions of lust, thrills shooting through both of them from the point of their joining.

Peter continued caressing Bonnie's breasts as he plunged into her, and that quickly built her passion to the bursting point. He kept driving into her, alternating between massaging her breasts and teasing her clit.

Without warning, Bonnie exploded, uttering loud wails of pleasure, her hands flailing, looking for something to grab, as orgasm shook her. "Godddddddd!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!" she cried, "Nowwwwwwwwww!!! Oh, yes, nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!"

Groaning with delight, Peter let himself go and felt his body pumping his fluids into her. At last she collapsed, limp. His cock slid out of her, but remained trapped between the full, cum-smeared cheeks of her ass.

Peter bent and kissed her neck under the mass of her toussled hair. "You are the most wonderful woman I've ever been with," he whispered.

"Are we ever going to get to share a time like this again?" Bonnie asked.

"I don't see why not," Peter said. "I've got quite a few accounts in this area, and I've been thinking about moving to Jamestown anyhow, so..."

"That would be wonderful!" she whispered. She turned in his arms and buried her face against his chest. He stroked her hair and her smooth back.

"Tonight has really been wonderful," she murmured.

"It sure has," Peter agreed. "You make me feel like a teenager again."

After he'd calmed down again, Peter pushed himself up on his elbow and looked at Bonnie, almost overwhelmed by how lovely she was. "You are so beautiful!" he whispered, gazing at her ardently.

Bonnie saw the look in Peter's eyes and felt herself filling with need again. Her chest began heaving and it felt as if her heart were going to explode. When Peter's hand closed around one of her breasts, she felt as if she were going to faint. Many men had touched her, but no one - not for a long time, not even Mitch - made her feel the way Peter did! It was almost like being touched for the first time!

"Oh, Godddd!!!" Bonnie sighed. "Oh, yessss!!!"

Peter bent his head and his lips closed around a nipple.

Shock-waves of pleasure rolled over Bonnie. She grasped his head and pulled him against her. From one breast to the other, and back, his lips moved, trailing fire and delight as they did. While his lips suckled Bonnie's turgid nipples, Peter's hand stole down over her body, across her softly rounded belly, between her legs.

"Please, Peter!!!" Bonnie whimpered, her hips moving, rocking, signaling how urgently she wanted his touches to continue.

In answer to her plea his hand slid through her pubic hair, already wet with lubricating fluids. Her body arched upward and a susurrus of joy cascaded from her lips. His fingers began gently prodding her opening, seeking her clit, and she knew absolute bliss.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Bonnie moaned. She was no longer capable of coherent speech.

Peter's fingers continued to explore her silken lips, then plunged into her, his thumb coming to rest on her clit. He began teasing her, thrusting his fingers into her gently while his lips adored her nipples. The sensations evoked by his dual assault drove Bonnie ever-wilder. "Ohhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned, "Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Aggggghhhhhh!!!!!! Aaaaagggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!" as yet another powerful orgasm ripped through her and she writhed frantically on the bed. Peter's gentle caresses continued until she lay still.

Her eyes wide and soft, she gazed at him. "I...I want you!" she whispered. "Please! Take me!!" She moved against him and their lips met. His erection prodded her belly as she snuggled against him.

Her hand slid between them and gripped the hot wand, evoking a gasp from him, making him shudder. She stroked him gently, loving the way it felt, anticipating how wonderful it would feel in her. "Take me!" she moaned, "Please, Peter, take me!"

Peter rolled on top of her, his bulk pressing her against the bed. His erection slid between her legs and nestled against the folded flesh of her pussy. Bonnie experienced exquisite sensations, so exquisite that she feared she might faint with joy before he was all the way in her.

Peter raised his hips and felt the tip of his cock slid up between his partner's vaginal lips. Then, slowly, carefully, he lowered himself and his cock slid into her.

Bonnie couldn't believe how wonderful this was. Peter was moving ever so slowly, his cock sliding deep into her, then pulling out, driving her wild! An unending stream of thrills coursed through her an runaway train. Then it happened.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" she screamed, "Peter!!! Oh, Peter!!! I'm commminnnngggg!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh, Goddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!"

"Me, tooooooo!!!" Peter roared, "Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!!!!" He erupted into her powerfully, driving her against the bed with fervent motions of his hips. He felt Bonnie's hands clawing at his back as she shared ecstasy with him. Then, suddenly, she went limp.

Peter, concerned, held his weight off her on outstretched arms and looked down at her. His cock, still hard, remained buried in her magnificent body, her vaginal walls still rippling around it. His companion lay there, eyes closed her chest rising and falling evenly.

Peter pulled out of her and rolled onto his side on the bed next to her. Propping himself up on one elbow, he watched her carefully.

Bonnie's eyes flickered open and she looked confused. Then she turned to look at Peter and smiled. He kissed her softly and she returned the kiss, pressing against him.

"Never!" she gushed, "It's never been like that for me!"

"It was fantastic for me, too," he replied, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her against him.

They lay gazing at each other for a long time. Then, at last, sated, they slept.



Indiscretions Ch. 19



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter nineteen

Mitch and Kristin wearing robes, were in her kitchen, taking a break from love-making. They were standing at the sink, drinking sodas. Kristin set her soda down, turned, put her arms around Mitch and kissed him softly. It was a familiar, unthinking action, something long-time lovers would do.

Mitch was deeply touched by Kristin's gesture. He realized at that moment that he didn't want any other women. Nobody, not even Melissa, made him feel the way Kristin did!

"Anything you want to do?" she asked.

"How about getting something to eat?" Mitch suggested. They'd been in bed ever since he arrived after work and he was hungry.

"Sounds good," Kristin said. "I'm starved."

"Why don't we find a fast food place and grab something?" Mitch suggested.

"Good idea," Kristin said.

Mitch picked her up in his arms and swung her around. "We probably ought to get dressed before we go out in public, don't you think?" he said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Kristin giggled. She extricated herself from his grasp and headed for the stairs to get some clothes. Mitch swatted her on the butt when she started walking away from him.

Kristin turned. "Watch it, buster," she said.

"I can't help but watch it," Mitch told her. "In fact, I can't keep my eyes off it."

"You are a total nut," Kristin giggled.

Mitch was impressed by the outfit Kristin chose; a fluffy white sweater, lacy camisole, and tan suede mini-skirt. "Dressing pretty fancy to go out for a burger, aren't you?" he commented as he watched her fussing with her outfit.

"I'm dressing for you, not for a burger," she replied. "I've had this outfit for years, and I've never had the chance to wear it before."

They got in his truck and headed for the nearest fast food restaurant.

Kristin snuggled against Mitch as the pickup rolled down the street. "Being with you is so neat," she said.

"I know," Mitch said. "I've got a question, though."

"What?" Kristin asked.

Mitch squeezed her thigh. "When is your son going to get home? I want to meet him."

Kristin giggled. "He'll be home tomorrow," she said. "I think the two of you are going to hit it off, I really do."

"I can't imagine not liking a son of yours," Mitch replied. "I have a feeling he's a really special kid."

"He is," Kristin said. "Considering how tough his life has been up to now, I think he's turned out pretty damn well."

"I have a feeling that's because he has a pretty special mother," Mitch said.

"I...I guess so. My brother's been real good to him, too," Kristin said. She stroked the back of his neck.

It was another familiar gesture, and it filled Mitch with warm feelings for her. "I should come up with something really special for all of us to do," he said, "so I make a good first impression."

"I don't think that's going to be a problem," Kristin said. "I know he'll feel the same way about you I do."

Mitch pulled into the parking lot of a fast-food place. "Drive-thru or go inside?" he asked.

"Use the drive-thru," Kristin said. "I don't want to share you."

They ordered, got their food, and sat in the truck eating. Neither of them seemed to have much to say. Soon they were headed back to Kristin's house.

"Want to go parking?" Mitch asked.

"Why bother when we've got a bed we can use?" Kristin replied.

"Say no more," Mitch said, and stepped down on the accelerator.

On the way back to Kristin's house, Mitch was acutely aware of the pressure of her body against his as she snuggled against him on the truck's seat. At her house, they got out of the truck and walked up on the porch, their arms around each other.

Before they went into the house, Mitch pulled Kristin against him and kissed her. "If this is going to be the last night we have alone for a while," he said, "we better make it a good one."

He scooped Kristin scooped her up in his arms, carried her through the door, kicked it shut behind him, and headed up the stairs to the bedroom. She nestled her head into the crook of his shoulder and kissed him on the neck.

He laid her on the bed, then walked around and lay down on the other side. Propped up on their elbows, they lay there looking at each other.

"What's going to happen to us?" Kristin asked him. "I really like being with you. You aren't going to stop coming around once Tad's home, are you?"

Mitch was touched. He shook his head. "There's no way I'm going to stop coming around," he said, "unless you tell me to."

Kristin smiled. "I'm not gonna do that," she replied softly. "But being with you is kinda scary. Is it OK to feel as wild as this?"

"I certainly hope so," Mitch said. "I've never felt about anyone like I do about you."

Kristin looked puzzled. "You...you really haven't?" she asked. "You're not just saying that?"

Mitch smiled at her. "I thought I really cared about some of the women I knew before I met you," he told her. "But I never felt about any of them the way I feel about you."

Kristin hugged him and pressed herself tight against him. She smiled at him, then her lips caressed his again.

Mitch returned her kiss.

She lay back, pulling him onto her. He kissed her face and tongue-teased her ear.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" she giggled, "I like that!"

He let his kisses travel down her slim neck to the bare skin exposed by the open neck of her sweater and camisole. Then he opened the sweater and kissed her chest, amazed that, after all they'd done, the taste and feel of her still felt fresh and new.

Mitch got her fluffy sweater all the way open and kissed to the top of the camisole under it. Kristin continued murmuring and squirming, obviously enjoying what he was doing.

"You know," he said, "you have the softest, smoothest skin I've ever felt."

Kristin smiled and laid her softly hand on his arm. He got her to sit up, slipped off the sweater, then slipped the camisole over her head. The movement of her breasts when she raised her arms roused him. She lay back, naked from the waist up. Mitch wasn't sure if she was more exciting naked or partially clothed. Actually, it didn't make a difference; she was just plain exciting!

He covered her soft, warm, lips with his, then he kissed down her throat, across her chest, and into the valley between her small, wonderfully formed breasts.

"Ahhhhh!!!!" A sigh of enjoyment slipped from Kristin.

Mitch's lips moved to the under slope of her right breast, and, out of the corner of his eye, he could see that her nipple had begun to emerge. Kissing and licking, he circled the breast slowly, moving up toward the peak, drawing one turgid nipple into his mouth. As softly as he could, he suckled and teased the rigid bud.

"Yesssss!!!! Oh, Yesssssss!!!!" Kristin moaned. Her lean, lovely body was in constant motion. She couldn't lie still. What Mitch was doing to her felt too good!

Mitch released the nipple from his mouth and took it between his fingers. Back into the valley in the center of her chest his lips moved, finding it slightly sweaty. Kristin arched her back, offering herself to his lips and hands.

"The other one!!! Please!!! Suck the other one, too!!!" she begged.

Mitch tendered her other breast similar attention, wringing more soft moans from her, causing the sinuous movements of her slim body to increase in intensity. Thoroughly, he kissed and suckled that nipple, continuing to caress the other one with his hand. He could feel her begin to tremble as her excitement built.

"Oh, God, Mitch, you always make me feel so good!!!" Kristin exclaimed as he loved her.

His lips began to move over the rest of her body, traveling over her belly, bringing louder moans and more fervent movements.

"Oh, Mitch, you're making me crazy!" she said.

He circled her exquisite navel with his tongue.

"Wuhhhhhh!!!" she gasped.

Downward he continued, his lips and hands moving over her belly to the waist of the skirt she still wore. He took his hand from her breast, loosened the skirt, then, with her help, pushed it over her lean hips. She hadn't worn underpants beneath the short skit, and he took advantage of that fact and kissed across her belly to the edge of her pubic forest.

"Ohhhhh!!!!" Kristin murmured as her hips rose.

Mitch kissed deeper into her. He heard moans and felt her impassioned movements as his tongue delved between her legs and found her erect clit.

"That's it!!! Feels so good!!! Yessssss!!!!!" she murmured.

Mitch continued to kiss her center and lovely thighs, so soft, so warm, so silky.

"Don't stop!!! Oh, God!!! Don't stop!!!" Kristin whimpered as his kisses and his slow, maddening caresses persisted.

"Please!!!" she begged, "Please!!! Eat me!!! Please eat me!!!!"

Mitch continued to rouse her. His hands and lips slid up one lovely thigh, toward her delectable opening. He traced her swollen labia with his finger and touched her erect clit. His caress evoked a gasp, then a sigh. Softly, he blew on her wet, open tunnel.

"Oh!!! Oh!!! Ohhh!!!" Kristin moaned. "Please!!! Please, Mitch!!! Don't tease me!!!" Stiffening his tongue, Mitch lowered his mouth to her vagina and felt her heat and savored her tart dampness. "Uhhhhhh!!! Unnnhhhhh!!!" she moaned, arching her back, thrusting herself against his tongue.

Mitch covered her opening with his mouth and began to lick, suck, and tease.

"Ah!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Oh!!!! Yes!!!! Yes!!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Ahhhhh!!!!" Kristin wailed. Her moans and wild movements told Mitch how much he was pleasing her. "So goooooodddd!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! So goooooddddd!!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!" Kristin's screams continued. Her hips rotated and she pushed her middle against his mouth.

Mitch's cock was hard! He wanted her! He slid his hands up her thigh, lifted his mouth from her, and thrust a finger into her, his thumb going to her clit.

"Nooooooo!!! Don't stop!!!" she cried, then, "Ahhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Gnnnnnahhhhhhh!!!!"

Mitch, quaking, stripped his clothes off with his free hand, then knelt between her parted legs. Kristin's gorgeous face glowed with passion, her chest heaved, and her body moved sinuously as his hand plunged into her.

"Take me!!! Mitch!!! Please!!! Please, Mitch!!! Take me!!!" she begged.

Supporting his weight on his arms, Mitch did just that. His cock found it's way into her without assistance.

"Yesssss!!!!" Kristin hissed as he slid into her. 

Heat surrounded him, rocking him with thunderclaps of elation. Then he was in her as far as he could get, his pubic mound pressing against hers, their crinkly hair mingled. He paused, enjoying the warmth surrounding his cock and the gentle rippling of her clasping cavern. He withdrew until only the tip of his swollen wand remained in her.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Kristin's hips rose, not wanting to lose the contact that was giving her so much delight.

Mitch slid back into her, until their pubic mounds met again.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!" Kristin moaned, licking her lovely lips.

Hilted in her, Mitch began grinding against her. She pushed upward, matching her movements to his.

"Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!!" Kristin chanted, her body straining against him, her head rolling from side to side.

Once more, Mitch pulled almost out of her, then he slammed into her with a series of powerful thrusts, causing her lean body to shudder. He knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded and didn't care! He needed to come!

Kristin's body grew taut, and resonant cries erupted from her. Her fingers dug into his arms.

Buried in her, Mitch felt the walls of her love cave begin a rippling, clasping motion on his cock that announced her coming. Her hips surged off the bed and she ground her pelvis against him, delighting him with intense, wild, friction.

"Take meeee!!! Mitch!!! Mitch!!! Take meeeeeee!!" Kristin screamed. "Now, Mitch!!! Now!!! Now!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

When Kristin's cries of passion commenced, her rippling vagina milked a gushing flood of delight from Mitch, who moaned wildly as he pounded mercilessly against her lean body, driving her against the bed.

It was as if neither of them could stop. Their bodies kept bucking against each other, seeking every last bit of pleasure possible.

Exhausted, his penis limp, Mitch flopped onto the bed next to Kristin and pulled her into his arms.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" she hummed softly. "That was soooo nice!" She turned in his arms, molded her body against his, and kissed him. "I...I think you filled me up. I wasn't sure you were ever going to stop coming!"

"I wasn't sure I was going to stop, either," Mitch said. He slid his arm down, clasped a compact buttock, and pulled her even tighter against him then, spent, sated, and relaxed, they dozed off.

A soft tickle on Mitch's face woke him up and he heard Kristin giggle.

"Hi, sleepyhead," she said, and kissed him softly.

"Hi, yourself, wild thing," Mitch replied.

"You aren't going to sleep our last night away, are you?" Kristin asked, her eyes filled with merriment.

"Not likely," Mitch told her. He rolled over and began tickling her.

"Don't!!! Oh, God, Mitch, don't! I'm ticklish!!! Mitch!!! Don't!!!" Kristin shrieked, writhing and twisting as his fingers teased her. He loved hearing her laughter. He eventually stopped and she collapsed on top of him.

After she got her breath, Kristin looked at Mitch. "I know this probably sounds crazy. I mean, we've only known each other a little while, but...I...I love you," she said softly.

Mitch knew he felt exactly the same about her. "I love you, too," he replied. Their lips met and their tongues lashed. He enjoyed the contact of her warm body against his, but felt none of the usual stirring of desire.

 "You know what?" he told her. "I think we may finally have screwed ourselves out. Me, anyhow."

"Oh? I tell you I love you and now you don't want me anymore?" Kristin asked, pouting adorably. "Boy, that's great."

"Uh, it isn't that, not at all," Mitch told her. "We've been at it so long, I don't think my old tool's got any life left in it. I probably couldn't get it up again if I had a crane."

"We'll see about that!" Kristin said. "I love a challenge." She laid her head on his upper thighs and began teasing his flaccid penis with her hand.

"It's kinda small when it's soft," she whispered, "but it's so big when it's hard. How do you do that?" Her touch, soft, warm, and wonderful, brought almost immediate results.

Mitch was shocked to discover that blood was again coursing into his organ, and it was beginning to stiffen.

"Uh...I...Ah!...I...don't do...Ah!...it!" Mitch told her, shuddering. "It...Ah!...just...kinda...Oh, wow!...gets hard all by itself. Ohhhhh!!!" His cock continued to swell and grow as Kristin fondled it.

"I thought you said you couldn't get it up again," she giggled.

"Uh!!...I guess I was...Ahhhhh!!!...wrong!" Mitch stammered as she sent wonderful feelings through him. "My God, Kristin! Don't stop! Ohhhhhh!!!!"

She teased and tantalized him with her hands, clasping his cock, stroking it, pumping it.

Mitch could feel it stiffening, and found that what was really incredible was that he was getting all this wild sensation, but was nowhere near coming. He let loose a wail when Kristin took his erect instrument into her mouth. Incredible sensations resulting from that action threatened to overpower him. He was shaking and twitching with pleasure from her ministrations. "Oh, God, Kristin, do you have any idea how good that feels?" he groaned.

Kristin's lips left him, then she straddled him. Holding his cock in one slim hand, she stroked the tip up and down between her slippery vaginal lips. "Tell me what you want," she said, continuing to stroke him against her, tantalizing him. "Come on, Mitch, tell me what you want!"

"You! God, Kristin!! I want you! I need you!" Mitch replied passionately. "I want you! I need you!"

Kristin lowered herself slightly, letting the tip of his cock slide just inside her.

Spasms of delicious pleasure shot through Mitch and he continued to groan.

"Tell me again, Mitch," she whispered, "Tell me what you want!"

"Unnnnhhhhh!!!" Mitch moaned. He thrust his hips up, hoping to enter her, but she raised herself, continuing to tantalize him. "Oh, Lord, Kristin, I want you!!! I want to be in you!!! I have to be in you!!! Please!!! Please, Kristin!!! Oh, God!!! I need to be in you!!! I don't want anybody but you!!"

Slowly, deliberately, Kristin lowered herself and, as she did, his penis was slowly engulfed by her warmth and wetness.

Mitch experienced incredibly intense sensations. "Ahhhhhhh!!!!" he moaned as their damp, matted pubic hair tangled. Their joining was complete. "It feels so good to be in you," he said as he felt her warmth surrounding and flowing through him.

Still sitting upright, Kristin began rotating her hips. Mitch's penis thrashed around inside her, the sensations maddening both of them. "Ohhhhhh!!!" she moaned while she slowly rocked her hips. "Ohhhhhh!!!" she cooed. "I love this!!! It feels so wild! Are you getting close?"

"No," Mitch replied, "Keep going, don't stop!"

Their slow, wonderful joining continued. After a while, a sheen of sweat coated both of their bodies. Pleasure, insistent and engulfing, constantly magnifying, filled them. They were sharing pure pleasure with a level of intensity that was new to both of them.

"Turn around," Mitch said.

"What?" Kristin replied, puzzled.

"Turn so you're facing my feet," he explained.

Kristin managed to do what Mitch asked without letting him out of her. After some jockeying, she lay on his legs, facing away from him. She found the new position exciting. The sensations she got from it were different than anything she'd ever experienced before. "Oh, God, Mitch, this feels wild!" she murmured.

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" Mitch agreed. He began stroking her lovely lean back, watching her muscles move as his hands slid over her.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!" Kristin moaned. 

Mitch caressed her lovely bottom, then he slid a finger between her finely formed cheeks.

"Uhhhhhhh!!!!" Kristin's moan of delight told Mitch she was enjoying his attentions. She grasped his ankles, offering more of her bottom to his touch. Her movements grew more urgent.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" Kristin moaned, gasping, "That feels so nice! Play with me there! Please!"

Mitch saw the dusky pucker of her anus winking at him. He wetted his finger and began pressing against the tiny opening. Slowly his finger began to enter her.

"Mmmmmmm!! Oh, Mitch!!! That feels so good!!! So Good! Yesss!! Yessssssss!!!" Kristin moaned. She pressed back to encourage his invasion.

Excitement raged in Mitch as he watched his dual invasion of her body. Waves of pleasure broke over him as he kept shoving his finger into her. All of a sudden, he realized he was, after all, going to come.

Kristin's body whipped and her hair flew as she, too, neared her peak, then the sounds coming from her, and the wild movements of her lovely form, told him she'd crested.

"Goddddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddddddd!!! Oh, Mitch!!!!! Oh, Mitch!!!!! Yesssssssssssss!!! Yesssssssssss!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she wailed.

"Kristin, I love you!!!" Mitch cried as he erupted into her powerfully once more.

Kristin lay on him, hugging his legs, when her peak passed. Mitch held her, his still-hard penis in her, being massaged by the still-quivering walls of her love-tunnel. Their blended fluids leaked out of her and dripped onto Mitch as, finally, his softening penis slid from her.

"Mmmmmmm!!!" Kristin murmured softly. Then she was silent, save for her even breathing.

Later, Mitch was awakened by movement on the bed. He opened his eyes and saw that Kristin was standing next to the bed, looking down at him. "Is something wrong?" he asked.




Indiscretions Ch. 19



She shook her head. "I...I couldn't sleep, that's all," she said softly. She hugged herself. "I...I guess I'm too wound up by everything that's happened tonight."

"You want to come back down here and cuddle?" Mitch asked.

Kristin shook her head. "You want to go out on the porch with me?" she asked. "It's really clear and warm out. We can look at the stars."

"That sounds like a great idea," Mitch said. He got up and slipped on his jeans. Kristin put his shirt over her nakedness and they walked out onto the big porch that encircled three sides of her house.

"You have a terrific view," Mitch said, standing behind Kristin and looking at the moonlit rolling fields that surrounded her house. He pulled her back against him and held her.

"You...you could live here," Kristin said. "Then you could see this every night if you wanted."

"You mean that?" Mitch said, and kissed her gently.

"I'd love it if you came to live with me and Tad," Kristin said. She turned, pressed against him, hugged him fiercely, and kissed him. When the kiss ended, she turned, leaned against the waist-high porch railing, and stared off across the moonlit fields.

"You know," Kristin said, "Being out at night like this, it's so quiet and all, it kind of calms you, doesn't it?"

Mitch looked at her. His shirt, far too big, hung half-way to her knees. In the bright moonlight, he could see her finely formed legs. The wonderful roundness of her taut buttocks was hinted at as she leaned over the railing. He didn't find the view at all calming. After all they'd done, he could still get turned on just from looking at her! He moved closer and put his hands on her waist.

Kristin cooed softly, straightened, and leaned back against Mitch as his arms slid around her. He kissed her neck and her hair tickled his face.

"Ohhhhh!!!" she murmured, pressing against him. "Feels like something's come up!" She giggled. "Besides the moon, that is!"

"I think so," Mitch said. He moved his hips and cupped her breasts through the shirt.

"Let's make love out here on the porch!" Kristin said, her voice filled with excitement. She continued moving her buttocks against Mitch's groin.

 Mitch kept fondling her breasts and Kristin kept grinding her bottom against him and before long, they were both breathless with need. He lifted the shirt and pushed down his jeans. His straining cock jumped out and smacked Kristin's bottom.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Kristin moaned. "I can't believe it! I need you again!" She leaned forward, her arms on the porch railing, pressing her bottom against him.

Mitch positioned the head of his cock at her opening and, moving deliberately, slid it into her. As he sank into her wondrous, willing body, the sensations he experienced were overwhelming.

"Gahhhhhhhddddddd!!!!" Kristin murmured, moving her hips, making his rigid prong lash around inside her. "I can't believe this! Oh, damn, does it ever feel good!!!"

Mitch began moving more ardently, his thighs slapping against hers, his cock plunging deep into her, and Kristin responded, pressing back against him, twisting her hips, adding to the delightful friction their joined bodies were exchanging. He grasped her stiff-nippled breasts, squeezed and mauled them, bringing groans of joy from her.

Then, without warning, Kristin went wild, thrusting against him, her insides clasping and releasing, milking his explosion from him. He could hear her grunt, and realized she was trying hard not to moan aloud, apparently fearing the neighbors might hear her.

Clasping her breasts, Mitch bit his lip to keep from moaning as he exploded into her. His legs were weak and he could hardly breathe. He held onto Kristin for dear life.

When they finished, they held each other until they finally settled down enough to walk, they went back inside and went to bed. Kristin was asleep the minute her head hit the pillow. Mitch watched her for a few minutes, then pulled the covers over them, turned off the lights, and he, too, slept.




Indiscretions Ch. 20



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty

Tom wasn't sure what to do when he woke up the morning after he'd seen Melissa and Mitch making love. He still felt more than a little anger and considered confronting his wife about what he'd seen, but he although he was angry, he knew very well he was in no position to throw stones. He'd screwed around, too, and had pretty much ignored his wife for almost a year, so how could he be angry with Melissa for doing the same thing?

That didn't make it any easier when the memory of seeing his wife making it with Mitch on their bathroom floor appeared in his mind. He lay on his side, watching his wife's back, wondering how they'd come to this point in their marriage. Despite all he'd done Tom believed he still loved Melissa. And he wanted to save their marriage, if that was possible.

Melissa began moving. She stretched, then she rolled on her side and smiled at him. "How are you this morning?" she asked. She, too, decided it was time they talked about what was going on between them. No matter what it took, he wasn't getting away until they did that.

Tom shrugged. "I don't know," he said, "I'm OK, I guess."

Melissa took a deep breath. "Tom, we need to talk," she said.

"Yeah, I know," Tom replied.

"Tom, there...there is something very wrong in our marriage," she said.

Tom couldn't read the look on his wife's face. "What?" he asked, immediately feeling stupid for saying that. It wasn't as if he didn't know. "I'm sorry," he said, "that was a dumb thing to say. I've been lying here thinking the same thing you are. What do you think we should do?"

"I think talking things out might be a good way to start," Melissa said softly.

"Do you want me to go first?" Tom persisted.

Melissa studied him. "Do you want to?" she asked.

Tom shrugged. "I guess I might as well," he said. "How much do you want me to tell you?"

Melissa rolled on her back and stared at the ceiling. "I...I want to know what made you stop wanting me," she said, her voice very soft. "I need to know what I did that turned you off."

A cold chill went through Tom. He had no idea his wife believed the problems between them were her fault. It made him feel even worse than he already did. "Do you really think it was something you did?" he asked.

Still staring at the ceiling, Melissa nodded.

"And what if it wasn't you?" Tom ventured, his heart pounding. "What if you didn't do anything wrong?"

"Then why...why did you stop wanting me?" she asked.

"It...it was something I did, not...not something you did," Tom said. He wasn't sure how much he should tell her. "I...I did something really stupid, and afterward, I felt so guilty, I...I couldn't...you know...perform with you. That's what happened. It...it had nothing to do with you."

Melissa turned her head and looked at him. "What, exactly, did you do that made you feel so guilty?" she asked, even though she finally was willing to admit she'd known all along. "Are you trying to tell me you cheated on me? That you slept with someone else?"

Tom nodded slowly. "That's what happened," he said, feeling as if someone had wrapped an iron band around his heart. "Then...after...after it happened, I...I couldn't make love to you and..."

Melissa rolled on her back again, and once again was staring at the ceiling. Tears were filling her eyes. "I...I guess I knew, but I wasn't sure until...until just now," she said, her voice cracking.

"So...now...now what?" Tom stammered, his heart pounding. "What do we do now?"

"I don't know," Melissa replied as tears rolled down her cheeks. "What do you think we should do?"

"I...I don't know," Tom said, "I guess it depends what you want, doesn't it?"

"What would you do if I wanted a divorce?" Melissa asked.

Another cold chill went through Tom. "Is...is that, a divorce, what you want?"

Melissa turned her head and looked at him with reddened eyes. "No," she said. "I don't want to divorce you."

"Then what?" Tom asked.

"If I don't want a divorce, I suppose it means I want to stay married to you, doesn't it?" she said. "What about you? Do you want a divorce?"

"Ah, no, no way!" Tom stammered. "I know you probably don't understand what I did...hell, I'm not sure I do...but I love you and I don't want to lose you."

Melissa's steady gaze remained on Tom, making him very nervous. "What if the problem...what if you can't make love to me, then what?" she asked.

Tom shrugged. He had no idea what to do if what his wife suggested happened again. How could they repair their relationship if he was no longer able to satisfy her sexually? "I...I guess, maybe, I'll need to get counseling if that happens," he said.

"Tom...do...do you really love me?" Melissa asked.

Tom nodded. "Yes," he said. "I love you, I really do."

Melissa took another deep breath, preparing herself to ask a very difficult question. "Would it bother you if I'd slept with someone else?" she asked fearfully.

"It...it bothers me," Tom replied. "But I'm not going to let that get in the way of putting our marriage back together."

Melissa looked at him with interest. It sounded like he knew she'd cheated on him. How could he have known? "Did...did you know I cheated on you?" she asked.

"Ah...I...I didn't," Tom said. "Until last night when I...I..."

Melissa felt a cold chill go through her. "When did you get home last night?" she murmured.

Tom swallowed hard. "Earlier than you think I did," he told her. "I...I saw you...you and...and Mitch."

Melissa felt her face getting hot. This was something she hadn't expected. "How did it - seeing me with Mitch - make you feel?" she asked.

Tom, trying to formulate his reply, realized he was getting a hard-on. He slid closer to his wife and felt his erection brush against her warm skin. Thrills swept through him. "How do you think it made me feel?" he croaked, his throat tightening.

Melissa moaned softly and moved tighter against her husband. She was dumbfounded by his reaction to their discussion. The last thing she expected was that he would be aroused. "I see," she said. Her soft hand slid down over his belly and she began stroking his cock. "I take it watching me make love with Mitch turned you on, did it?"

"Uh-huh!" was the only response Tom could utter.

"And in spite of what you saw, you still want me?" Melissa asked.

His wife's insistent caresses were making Tom crazy. He was as turned on as he'd ever been! At that point he didn't that Melissa and Mitch had made love, just so he could make love to her, too!

"Do you want me, Tom?" Melissa asked, her voice low and feverish. She found herself responding powerfully to touching her husband's erection.

Tom knew his wife's tone of voice only too well and realized she was as turned on as he was! The realization caused his cock to leap in her hand. "Ye...yes!" he croaked.

He felt her move, then her mouth engulfed his cock. Tom squeezed his eyes closed to keep from coming right there and then. Melissa worked on him expertly for a while, then sat back on her knees, smiling down at his flushed face. "I think you're ready," she said. She shuddered a little. "Are you?"

Tom nodded. All he could think of was getting his cock into her!

Melissa took his cock in her hand again, stroking it gently, making him wild! Then she stopped and moved atop him, straddling him with her strong, lovely legs. "I want you to eat me," she said, her voice husky. She slid up his chest until her vagina was above her husband's face. "Eat me, Tom!" she repeated, her voice betraying the urgency she felt.

Gripping his wife's firm buttocks, Tom buried his face against her middle and was surprised to discover she was sopping wet! He lashed her puffy labia with his tongue and felt her squirm with delight. Though her legs were clamped around his head, he could still hear her moaning with joy.

"Yessss!!! Yessss!!! Give me your tongue!!!" his wife cried, her body thrashing as he gave her pleasure. "More!!! More!!! Eat me more!!!"

Tom lashed Melissa's swollen clit and felt her shudder. Her cries of delight grew more impassioned. The more he licked her, the more frantic her motions got. "Gahhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhh!!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Eat meeeee!!! Eat meeeeeeee!!!" Melissa cried.

As Tom ate her, he could see his wife clutching her breasts, pulling on her turgid nipples. The more he ate her, the wilder her actions became, smearing her juices all over his face. Then she stiffened and it felt as if her whole body was vibrating.

"Eeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhh!!!" she cried, "Oh, Goddddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddd!!! Tom!!! Tom!!! Eat meeeeeeeeeeee!!! Oh, Godddddd!!! Yessssssssss!!! Yesssssssss!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yesssssssssss!!!!!!"

When Melissa's orgasm finally ended, she flopped on her belly next to her husband on the bed.

Tom had a rigid cock and desperately needed to use it. He rolled over, got to his knees, and moved between his wife's legs. Grabbing Melissa's hips, he lifted her middle off the bed. Holding her with one hand, he took his rock-hard spear in his other hand and, without warning, drove it into his wife so hard their thighs met with an audible "Smack!"

"Ummmmphhhhh!!!" Melissa groaned, her moan muffled by the pillow her husband was driving her face lay into.

Tom plowed into his wife like a mad bull, his fingers making red marks where they clutched the smooth skin of her bottom.

"Like this?" Tom grunted, slamming into her, his cock riding easily in her well-oiled opening. "Do you?"

"Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Yessss!!! Give it to me!!! Harder!!!" Melissa replied, pushing herself back against him frantically. "Oh God!!!!"

Despite how hot he was, Tom realized he wasn't going to lose it the way he had the last time he'd tried making love to his wife. The more he plunged his cock into her warm tunnel, the more he wanted to. But he wasn't made of steel and, after a while, he realized he was growing nearer and nearer to exploding.

"I'm going to come soon!" Tom groaned. "I can't wait much longer."

"Yessssss!" she cooed, "Come!!! Take me!! Please, Tom, take me with you!!!"

"Okayyyyyy!!!!" he groaned, "Now!!! Take it!! Take it!!!" Like a rushing, molten torrent, come sped from the center of him into his wife's writhing body.

"Yessssssss!!! Yesssssss!!!!" Melissa cried as her husband's hot seed bathed her insides. "Yesssssssssssssss!!! Oh, God, Tom!!! I'm commmmminnnnnnggggg!!! Yesssssssssssss!!! Yesssssssssssssss!!!! Yessssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!"

Afterward, they lay beside each other, getting back under control after the incredibly intense coupling. They lay on their sides, facing each other, looking into each other's eyes as if trying to see what the other was thinking.

"What are we going to do?" Melissa asked softly.

"I don't know," Tom replied. "Do you think we ought to see a marriage counselor?"

Melissa nodded her head. "I think it might help us get some things straightened out." She took a deep breath and, very softly, said, "I...I love you."

"I love you, too," Tom said.

"But what...what about...about what we've...what we've done?" she whispered. "Can we forgive each other?"

Tom shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "I want us to make it, and I think I understand why you did what you did." He paused. "Hell, I'm not sure I have any right to even be angry about that, but..." He took a deep breath. "Can you forgive me?"

"I...I want to," Melissa replied. "But...maybe you'll have to give me time."

"I'll give you all the time you need," Tom said. "And I promise I'll work very hard to deserve your forgiveness."

Melissa smiled wanly. "If you do, and we get counseling," she said, "maybe there's a chance for us."

"I sure hope so," Tom said. Something occurred to him. "How...how are we going to handle this with Mitch?"

Melissa shrugged. "I...I'm not sure. How do you think you're going to handle working with him? Are...do you think you want to fire him?"

Tom wasn't sure. "I wanted to break his neck last night," he admitted, "but now..." He shrugged. "I'm not sure it would be fair to fire him. After all, he's done a lot of good work around the place and..."

"I don't think I'll have a problem with him working here," Melissa said, "I'm not sure how he'll feel, though. I mean, if he knows you know..."

Tom laughed. "Sounds a little confusing," he said, "but I don't suppose he needs to know I know, does he?"

"I...I guess not," Melissa admitted.

Tom got serious. There was a question he needed answered. "Was...was he...Mitch...was he a good lover?" he stammered.

Melissa touched her husband's face softly. "It...it was good with him," she admitted, "but...you're still the best lover I ever had." She smiled. "And besides, I love you, I don't love Mitch."

Her answer satisfied Tom. He kissed her softly, but the kiss deepened and grew more ardent. He felt Melissa pressing herself against him, then her hand slid between them and gripped his cock.

After she stroked his cock for a few minutes, making it stiff, Melissa rolled atop Tom and his cock slid between her legs and rubbed her ass. She loved it! She continued to rock her hips and Tom's rigid pole kept sliding against her vagina, turning her on. She rapidly grew aroused! Before long, she was at the point where she once more needed to have her husband's cock in her! Then Tom cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples with his thumbs.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!" Melissa moaned.

Tom wanted to be in her as badly as it appeared she wanted him there! Her moving hips rubbing her pussy against his rigid pole were driving him crazy. He slid a hand between them and managed to get the flared purple tip against her dripping opening. Melissa continued moving and the swollen rod slid into her.

 Melissa felt Tom's hand between them and the slow invasion of her body by his cock. The sensations she experienced were unbelievably intense, just like they'd always been! The swollen prod rubbed the super-sensitive walls of her vagina. Delightful feelings welled up inside her and wave after wave of ecstasy rushed though her.

"Ohhhh!!!" Melissa moaned, "It's gonna happen again!!!! It feels so good!!! Oh, Goddddd, Tom!!! I'm going to come againnnnnnnnnn!!!! Oh, yesssss!!! Oh, yesssss!!! Oh, yessss!!! Ahhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!! Yessssssssssss!!!!!!"

Tom felt his wife go wild, her hip motions become frenzied. Her head bobbed limply on her lovely neck. She clutched his arms, her fingernails biting into his skin. Her rippling pussy milked him to release. "Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!" he cried, his neck arched and his hips thrusting off the bed. Gob after gob of his essence poured into his wife's vibrating body. "I'm comminnnngggg, tooo!!! Oh, God!!!!!!"

When her need was finally slaked, Melissa collapsed on Tom, too weak to move. She felt his arms encircle her, and his lips softly kiss her on the neck. Then she nodded off, more sated than she'd ever been.

Tom lay there, his beautiful wife atop him, his cock still lodged in her. He realized she'd fallen asleep, and didn't want to move. He didn't want to waken her. Maybe things between them would work out after all.



Indiscretions Ch. 21



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-one

Peter Tomlinson parked his car in front of Bonnie Markham's garage, got out, walked up the sidewalk to Bonnie's house, and rang the doorbell.

Bonnie opened the door and her eyes brightened when she saw Peter. "Hi," she said.

"Wow!" Peter said, "You look fantastic!"

Bonnie had on a loose-fitting turquoise dress, gathered at the waist by a sash. The looseness of the dress accentuated, rather than hid, her voluptuous figure.

"Thank you," she replied. She felt herself blushing. It had been a long time since she'd blushed. But then, it had also been a long time since she'd been complimented sincerely on her appearance.

"Ready to go?" Peter asked.

"Let me get my coat," Bonnie said. She did and they left.

He took her to the same restaurant he'd taken her to before. Milos, the proprietor, greeted them at the door and, as he had the previous time they were there, he made a huge fuss over Bonnie.

"You are a very attractive lady, Miss Bonnie," the restaurant owner said. "I think it is about time my friend, here, finds one such as you. I have been telling him for years that he needs to find a good woman and settle down."

"Ah...thank you," Bonnie replied, feeling her face get hot again.

They were shown a table and Milos left them to study the menus.

"How was your day?" Peter asked.

"I had a hard time concentrating at work, knowing we'd be together again tonight," she replied.

Peter smiled. "Do I really have that effect on you?" he asked.

Bonnie smiled back at him and nodded. "Yes," she replied. "You do."

"Gee," Peter said. "It's so nice of you to say that and boost the fragile ego of a poor traveling salesman."

"Knock it off," Bonnie laughed. "You do as much for my ego as I do for yours."

Peter grinned and said, "I like the way you're packaged tonight."

"If the meal's as good as you claim it's going to be, maybe you'll get to unwrap the package later," Bonnie shot back, surprised how bold she was being.

Peter smiled. "That's an interesting offer," he said. "I already know the quality of the goods wrapped in that package. And, knowing the quality of the meals they serve here, I think I'm in for two treats."

The meal came, they ate, and chatted as they enjoyed their meal. As Peter promised, the food was excellent. When they finished eating, they went out to his car and he drove to the apartment he'd recently rented.

"I assume you want me to come in for a nightcap?" Bonnie asked after her date braked the car to a stop.

"I thought I was promised I'd get to unwrap a package," he teased. "Did you find the meal satisfactory?"

"You know I did," Bonnie said.

Once they were in the apartment, Bonnie took off her coat, hung it up, then turned to face Peter, who was staring at her, his face red.

"Come here," he said softly, his voice husky.

Bonnie walked to him and was immediately gathered in his strong arms and pressed against his hard body. His lips covered hers. Warmth spread through both of them as their tongues emerged and dueled. The kiss finally ended and, breathless, they studied at each other.

"I...I've been thinking about that all day," Bonnie gasped.

"Me, too," Peter said. His voice was tremulous.

"It was worth the wait," Bonnie said, then pulled his face to hers again.

Their second kiss was even better than the first. When it ended, Peter scooped Bonnie up in his arms as if she were weightless, carried her to his bedroom, and laid her on the bed gently.

Bonnie was amazed how gentle Peter always was and how tenderly he handled her. She lay there on his bed, her insides quivering, waiting for him to start making love to her.

Peter sat down on the bed next to her, reached for the sash around the waist of her dress, and tugged on it. "I guess it's time for me to start unwrapping my package," he croaked.

"Oh, yes!" Bonnie replied.

Peter got the sash untied, then he unbuttoned her dress slowly, carefully spreading the garment open as he did.

Bonnie lay there, her excitement growing, as Peter slowly loosed her dress. After what seemed like an eternity, he had the garment completely unfastened.

"My God!" he whispered, gazing at her ardently, once the dress was fully open.

Bonnie felt as if her body was on fire. Her chest was heaving and she had a hard time breathing. Her heart was pounding so hard, she felt as if it were going to explode. All that remained on her was her sheer bra and pair of lacy string bikinis.

Peter undid the clasp of the bra which, fortunately, was in front, between Bonnie's splendid breasts. The lovely globes, released from their confinement, stood proudly, the nipples already hard.

When Peter's hand closed around one of her breasts, Bonnie felt as if she might faint. Many men had touched her, but none of them had ever made her feel the way Peter did! It almost felt as if she were being touched for the first time! "Oh, Godddd!!!" she sighed. "Oh, yessss!!!"

Peter bent and his lips seized one of her nipples. Shock-waves of pleasure reverberated through Bonnie. She grasped her lover's head and pulled him against her.

From one breast to the other his lips moved, trailing fire and delight. While his lips suckled Bonnie's turgid nipples, Peter's hand stole over her body, across her softly rounded belly, under the waist of her panties.

"Please!!! Oh, Peter, please!" she whimpered, her hips rocking, signaling how urgently she wanted his touches.

In answer to her plea her companion's hand slid under the sheer fabric covering her middle and through her pubic hair, already wet with lubricating fluids. Her body arched upward and a susurrus of joy escaped her lips. His fingers began prodding her opening, seeking her clit, and she knew absolute bliss.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Bonnie moaned.

Peter's fingers caressed her silken labia, then plunged into her, his thumb coming to rest on her engorged clit. Gently, he began teasing her, his fingers stroking in and out of her vagina, his lips adoring her nipples, his thumb caressing her clit. The sensations drove Bonnie ever-wilder.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned, "Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Aggggghhhhhh!!!!!! Aaaaagggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!" Before she realized she was that close, an orgasm ripped through her and she writhed wildly on the bed. Peter's gentle caresses continued until she lay still. Her eyes wide and soft, she gazed at him. "I...I want you!" she whispered. "Please, Peter! I want you! I need you!"

Peter stood and shed his clothes, then joined her on the bed. Bonnie, meanwhile, stripped off her panties. When he was next to her, she moved against him and their lips met. She felt his erection prodding her belly as she snuggled against him. Her hand slid between them and gripped the hot baton, evoking a gasp from her companion, making him shudder. She stroked him, loving the way his swollen wand felt in her hand, envisioning how wonderful it would feel to have it in her.

"Take me!" she moaned, "Please, Peter, take me!"

Peter rolled on top of her, his bulk pressing her against the bed. His erection slid between her legs and nestled against the folded flesh of her vagina.

Bonnie, who wanted him desperately, was experiencing sensations so exquisite she feared she might faint with joy before he was in her.

Peter raised his hips and felt the tip of his cock slide between his partner's vaginal lips. Then, slowly, he lowered himself and his wand slid into her.

Bonnie couldn't believe how wonderful all this was. Peter continued to move ever so slowly, sliding deep into her his cock, then withdrawing it almost entirely. Her lover's tantalizing motions were driving her wild! Thrill after thrill coursed through her. Then the release she sought was hers. "Ahhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" she screamed, "Peter!!! Oh, Peter!!! I'm commminnnngggg!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh, Goddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!"

 "Me, tooooooo!!!" Peter roared, "Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!!!!" He erupted powerfully, the fervent motions of his hips driving Bonnie against the bed. He felt her clawing at his back with her fingers as she shared ecstasy with him. Then, suddenly, she went limp. He pulled out of her and rolled onto his side on the bed next to her. Propping himself up on one elbow, he watched her carefully.

Bonnie's eyes flickered open and at first she looked confused. Then she turned to look at Peter and smiled. He kissed her softly and she returned the kiss, pressing against him.

"My God!" she gushed, "I've never, ever been made love to that wonderfully!"

"It was wonderful for me, too, " Peter replied. He wrapped an arm around her, pulled her against him.

They lay gazing at each other for a long time. At last, sated, they slept.

When Peter awakened, he discovered Bonnie was giving him a fantastic blow-job. His cock swelled as she avidly ministered to him. He got so hard he thought his penis might explode, but that didn't slow Bonnie. She kept on, her tantalizing lips and tongue working on him.

Peter raised his head just as Bonnie's lips surrounded his erect organ. He watched, wide-eyed, as his cock disappeared into her mouth as her head lowered. Then it reappeared when her head moved upward. She kept raising and lowering her head while his level of need just kept rising. "Ah...Bonnie," he gasped, the excitement pulsing through him making it difficult to speak.

Bonnie looked up and let his penis slip from her mouth. She continued to hold it in her soft, warm hand. Her lips were shiny, her eyes bright with excitement. "You like?" she whispered.

"I...like!" he replied. "What next?"

"Is this OK?" Bonnie asked. She straddled him. Her knees were on either side of his body and her warm, moist gash trapped his erection between them and caressed it. She leaned down and their lips met in a sizzling kiss.

Bonnie raised her hips, reached between them, gripped his erection, then guided it to her excitement-sodden opening. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, exulting in the wild sensations that rushed through her as his swollen missile probed into her.

"I'm gonna screw your brains out!" she said, and began to rock her hips. As she did, his erection rubbed the walls of her jam-packed love-cave and she shuddered in response to the gratifying sensations that resulted. She pushed herself up so she was leaning over him. Her breasts, pendulous, dangled over Peter's face.

Powerful surges of pleasure, beginning at the point of their joining, radiated throughout Peter's body. He grabbed her dangling breasts and rubbed his thumbs over the turgid tips, feeling her quiver, hearing her moan. He was very close to coming, brought to that point by her expert ministrations. Her rocking hips brought him even closer. Finally, he could hold back no longer.

"Gonna come!!!" he roared. "Nowwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Oh, Goddd!!! Am I everrrrrrr!!!!!" His back arched, lifting his hips off the bed, while powerful jets of his jot juices shot into Bonnie, filling her, bathing her insides with heat.

"Yessssssss!!!!!" Bonnie cried, "Oh, yessssssssss!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!!! Peter!!!! Peter!!!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

At last, spent and sated, Bonnie collapsed atop Peter. She felt his powerful arms encircle her, then he rolled on his side, taking her with him.

"That, woman..." he said, breathlessly, "was fantastic!" He kissed her gently.

"It was, wasn't it?" Bonnie agreed. "Would you mind terribly if I offered to stay the night?" she asked. She had been to see an attorney earlier that day, and knew divorce papers would be filed on her husband the next day. The last thing she wanted was to spend another night in bed with Bill.

"I'll tie you to the bed if you try to leave," Peter replied. "No way in hell are you getting out of here before daylight!"

Sleepily, Bonnie murmured softly and snuggled against him. Once more, snuggled together, they fell asleep.

Bonnie awakened the next morning snuggled spoon-fashion, against Peter. One of his hands was holding one of her breasts and his fingers were teasing the nipple into tingling rigidity. His erect penis probed between her buttocks, the tip brushing the lower lips of her vagina. Thrills shot up through her.

"Are you always horny?" she murmured in mock-exasperation.

Peter kissed her softly on the neck, then nibbled her ear and heard her giggle of delight. "I wasn't this horny until I met you," he said. He moved his hips and his penis slid deeper between Bonnie's nether cheeks. He found the movement almost as stimulating as when it was sliding in and out of her vagina. He shifted and his next thrust caused the swollen tip to plow between her puffy labia, fanning the embers of desire smoldering in her to wildly burning fires of passion. Her hips moved back involuntarily in response to his action.

Bonnie hooked a leg back over Peter, opening herself to him. When he pulled back, she reached between her legs and when he thrust forward again, she directed the head of his cock into her. He continued pressing forward until his cock was hilted, her lovely bottom snug against his loins.

"Oh, Peter!" Bonnie whispered, "that's wonderful!"

"It sure is!" Peter replied. The motions of his hips grew more and more urgent as the wonderful warmth surrounding his cock began transporting him to another peak of pleasure.

Bonnie was delighted by the relationship that seemed to be developing between herself and her old classmate. "He's such a wonderful lover!" she mused, her body quaking, as Peter lunged against her. "Is that all it is, or am I falling for him?"

She slid her hand over her belly, to her vagina, and could feel Peter's cock sliding in and out of her, causing her nerves to crackle with excitement. Holding her hand against the point where their bodies were joined, he began caressing her clit, adding immeasurably to the furor Peter's rapid thrusts were inducing. She felt herself ascending to a raging peak of need. Then, suddenly, she burst over the top.

"Nowwwwww!!!!" she cried, when her orgasm burst through her, "Ohhhhh!!! Peter!!! Peter!!! That's ittttt!!! That's itttttt!!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!! Oh, yessssss!!!! I'm therrrrreeeeee!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!" Peter groaned and exploded his molten juices into her. "Oh, yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!"

After they finished, and snuggled a while, they got up, showered and dressed, and went to a nearby coffee shop for breakfast.

"What have you got going today?" Peter asked.

"I have some things I need to do at home," Bonnie replied, "although I'd much rather spend the day in bed with you."

"Dinner again tonight?" Peter asked.

Bonnie leaned her chin on folded hands, smiled, and looked into his eyes. "I'd love that," she said.

"About seven?" he asked.

"Seven will be fine," Bonnie answered.

"You're gorgeous," Peter said.

Bonnie felt herself blushing. Their relationship was intensifying much more quickly than she expected it to, but she was bothered, too. Was she ready for a long-term relationship with Peter? Even one filled with wonderful sex? She wasn't sure. Should she be thinking about that before she was divorced? As she pondered her situation, the answer to that question became very clear to her. Of course she should.

Peter drove her home and walked her to her door. She kissed him softly. "See you tonight, at seven," she said.

He left and Bonnie watched him walk down the sidewalk, get in his car, and drive off. When she could no longer see his car, she turned and went in the house. "I wonder what Bill's going to do when they serve the divorce papers on him?" she mused.



Indiscretions Ch. 22



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-two

"Yessssssss!!!! Yesssssss!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! Yessssssss!!!" Cindy Dillon cried as her boss, Bill Markham, bashed her against the mattress with powerful thrusts of his hips. Their love-making today was wilder than it had ever been.

"I can't wait!!! I can't waitttttt!!!" she cried. "Nowwwwwwwww!!! Oh, Godddddd!!! Oh, Godddddd, Bill!!! I'm gonna commeeeeee!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! I'm...I'm commmminnnggggggg!!!!  Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeuhhhhhhh!!!!! Eeeeeeeuhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Eeeeeeeeeuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Her strong legs locked around him, her arms clamped around his neck, and her hips continued hammering against him.

"Take ittttt!!! Take ittttttt!!!!" Bill yelled as hot cream gushed into her from his pulsating cock.

Spent, Bill pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. He'd accompanied Cindy back to her apartment after they closed the diner, something he'd been doing for some time. Cindy didn't know that Bill's wife, Bonnie, had served him with divorce papers earlier in the day. He was angry at Bonnie and he turned his anger to action, which helped account for his ardent love-making.

Cindy leaned against her boss, wondering what was going on. Their first lovemaking session had been unbelievably intense. He'd grabbed her the minute they walked into her mobile home, pulled him to her, and their lips met.

Lust immediately surged through Cindy as she pressed against Bill. Her tongue lashed his lips, then thrust into his mouth. Before long, they were in her bedroom, naked, thrashing wildly on her bed.

"Hey, Bill!" Cindy said, "Are you there?"

Bill turned and looked at her. "Sorry," he said, "I was thinking."

"About what?" Cindy asked.

"About what my wife did to me earlier," he said, "and about what a wild piece of ass you are."

Cindy giggled. "God! You're damn horny tonight, aren't you?" she exclaimed. "I don't think I've ever been fucked as hard as you just fucked me!"

"I'm sorry," Bill said, "I...I didn't mean to be so rough."

Cindy smiled more. "I'm not complaining," she told him. "God! Do you know what a turn-on it is to be wanted that bad?"

"Nice of you to say so," he said.

"Just telling the truth," she replied. She made a face. "I'm all yukky. I have to get cleaned up."

Bill watched her walk toward the bathroom. Cindy, a pretty blonde, had a nice figure and an ass that was one of the best Bill had seen. And she had nice breasts, too, firm and proud.

It wasn't long before the young woman returned and walked across the bedroom, looking every bit as good walking toward him as she had walking away. Her body was rounded in all the right places and her breasts danced delightfully as she walked toward the bed. Her nipples were huge, their tips capped by large pink aureoles. Her skin was pale and smooth.

She slid into the bed next to Bill. "You said you didn't have to get home tonight, how come?" she asked, her hand trailing down Bill's body toward his middle, striking sparks of desire as it moved over his skin. "What did your wife do to you today, anyhow?"

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" Bill groaned when her fingers encircled his cock which, surprisingly, had begun to stiffen again. "I...Ohhhhh!!!...I have no reason to go home any more," he gasped. "Bonnie kicked me out!"

"You're kidding, aren't you?" Cindy replied, shocked by the news. "She threw you out?"

"She served me with divorce papers this afternoon," Bill said, "it's the same thing, isn't it?"

"You know why she did it?" Cindy asked. She was afraid that her relationship with her boss was what had ended his marriage.

 "I sure as hell don't know what's gotten into her lately," Bill snorted in reply. "For all I know, she's got someone else lined up, the bitch!"

"Well, if you ain't got to go home," Cindy said. She began kissing his chest and licking his nipples, making him crazy.

Bill loved when she did that. He found the way she worked on his nipples with her lips incredibly arousing. And it wasn't just her lips. Her hands seemed to be everywhere on him, each caress, each touch, each kiss, raising his level of need higher and higher. She sure knew what she was doing when it came to making love!

"Wahhhhhhh!!!!" Bill exclaimed. His hips arched off the bed as, without warning, something warm and wet engulfed his cock. She was sucking him! He couldn't believe it! Cindy sucked his cock as if she loved doing it! It didn't take long before he was totally out of control. His hips twisted and turned, his hands roamed over the young woman's lovely body, seeking to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. Then she straddled him and began rubbing her wet gash against his cock, which was trapped between them. Bill shoved up off the bed, pressing tighter against her.

"Want me?" Cindy asked. Her face was flushed and her chest was heaving. Her nipples had grown erect.

"Yessssss!!!!" Bill groaned. "God! Yesssss!!! Can't you tell?"

Smiling, Cindy reached between them, centered the tip of his cock on her opening, and with a quick movement of her hips, took his swollen shaft into her. "Yeah!!! Oh, yeah!!!" she murmured, beginning to rock her hips. "That's nice! So nice!"

Bill liked making love with the woman on top. It gave him easier access to nice things, like breasts, when his hands were free. He grabbed Cindy's breasts and began rubbing the swollen tips with his thumbs.

"Oh, Jesus!" Cindy groaned. "God!!" Her movements became more impassioned. "God! You fuck so good!"

While he massaged her breasts, Bill shoved his hips up, jabbing his shaft deep into her. He could feel it lash around inside her.

"Oh, yeah!!! Oh, yeah!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhh!!!!" Cindy groaned as she rode his engorged wand. "Jeeez!!! Oh, Jeeez!!! Damn!!! Damn!!!"

Their coupling grew more frantic, and as it did, Cindy moved more violently. The sensations she was experiencing were wonderful, too wonderful!!

"Can't wait!!! Oh, God!! I can't wait!!!" Bill groaned.

"Don't!!! Oh, Godddd!!! Don't!!!!" Cindy cried. "Take meeeeeeeee!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!!!!"

"Yeahhhhhhhhh!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Bill wailed as his torrid juices gushed into her.

Bill's orgasm triggered Cindy's. "Take meeeeeeeeeee!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhh!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!! Nowwwwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwwwww!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" she cried as powerful sensations of joy exploded through her.

They cuddled for a while afterward, with Cindy still lying atop her boss. She giggled as his softening cock slid from her.

A little later, she was lying on her back. After a few minutes, she turned on her side to face him. "You know..." she said softly, "you can stay over tonight if you want."

Bill smiled and said, "Sounds good to me!"

"The thing is..." she murmured, flashing a sheepish smile. "I'm afraid I got some more bad news for you."

"What kind of bad news?" Bill asked.

"I got a new boyfriend and he wants marry me," she said.

"Oh," Bill said. His first thought was that her getting married didn't have to stop their affair. After all, he wasn't looking for a relationship, just good sex.

"Actually, I'm have to stop seeing you just because I'm getting married," Cindy said, as if she'd read his mind. "I know I shouldn't be thinking like that. I mean, my fiancée's real nice, you know? He takes good care of me and my kid, and he really does seem to love me, even if he isn't as good in bed as you are."

"Oh," Bill said. "Well, I hope things work out for you. I hope you'll be happy. When's the big day?"

Cindy kissed him softly. "Not for a couple of months, at least," she replied. "You're kind a neat, you know that? I was afraid you'd be pissed and be real miserable, you know?"

"Hey, I'm not going to stand in the way of your happiness," Bill replied, and kissed her back.

"Oh, hell," she said, "we're not here to talk about my getting married, are we?"

Bill smiled and shook his head. "I'm not, that's for sure," he said. His hand slid onto her breast and he felt her shudder. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and Cindy grasped his head and moaned. His lips ventured from one breast to the other, sucking the swelling tips. He massaged her other breast as he suckled her. Her body twisted and turned and the volume of her moans increased.

Suddenly her back arched off the bed and she began to wail. Her hands, tangled in his hair, pulled at him so hard Bill was afraid she'd pull his hair out. She shuddered and moaned for what seemed like an eternity, then collapsed on the bed.

Cindy looked at him, bewildered. "What...what happened?" she gasped. "I...I ain't never, ever felt anything like that!"

"That never happened to you before?" Bill asked.

"Never," she replied. "I mean, I came before, you know that, but not...not just from having my boobs sucked."

Bill was thrilled he'd been able to give her a new experience on this, their last night together. "I'm glad," he said. He began kissing her breasts again while his hands explored the rest of her body.

Cindy pressed up off the bed against his caresses and began to moan as his lips moved down across her lush form, onto her rounded belly.

Bill slid his hand between her thighs, onto her pussy. Her clit was hard and erect and, as his hand slid over it, her body jolted upward, as if she'd been given an electric shock.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" she cried. "Oh, Jesus, Bill! That feels awesome!"

Her legs fell apart as Bill traced her wet opening, feeling the silken softness of her labia, working his finger between the puffy lips. Her hips rolled upward as his finger slid into her, seeking the penetration that was giving her so much pleasure.

"Yesssss!!! Do that!!! Oh, Yesssss!!! Finger meeeeee!!!" Cindy wailed as her body began to fill with passion and need all over again. Bill was the best lover she'd ever had. She was going to miss him like crazy! Maybe she'd keep seeing him after she got married.

Bill's lips traveled across her belly to the lush mat of pubic hair covering her middle. He continued kissing and licking her, wanting to taste her, to feel his tongue in her pussy, to give her pleasure with it. He wanted to make this night one she'd never forget.

 Lying between Cindy's well-formed thighs, Bill captured her erect clit with his lips.

"Ahhhhhh!!! My Goddddd!!!" Cindy groaned. Her hips rose and her hands pulled at the bed covers, then her body went rigid and she again began to quiver. "God!" the lust-maddened woman thought as her body writhed on the bed, "He sure does know how to eat pussy!"

 Bill heard Cindy's high, keening wail and felt her vagina clasping his finger as she peaked.

Cindy collapsed, exhausted, after her orgasm finally ran it's course. Bill stretched out next to her, holding her in his arms. She looked at him, her eyes large and fluid.

"How the hell do you do it?" she asked. "How do you always manage to make me feel so damn good?"

"Natural talent, I guess," Bill said. He kissed her softly, then rolled atop her.

Thrilled, Cindy opened her legs to receive him. She grasped his rigid cock and guided it to her still-wet opening. Not only did he know how to make her feel good, he never stopped!

Bill lowered himself, forcing his blood-engorged lance into her tight channel. Cindy's hips rose, drawing him into her. The excitement Bill felt as he sank into her was almost overwhelming.

Cindy's arms went around him, and she pulled his face to hers, plastering her lips against his. "Fucking with you is unreal!" she exclaimed, then she began to move her hips.

Bill, super-excited, thrust deep. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand the delectable grip of her tight channel long. It thrilled him when rippling sensations began, milking his cock. He let himself go. Waves of pleasure rolled over him as his loins pumped his torrid fluids into her quivering body, filling her to overflowing. As he moaned his pleasure and ecstasy, so did Cindy. She was coming again!!!

Afterward, they rested in each other's arms, feeling warm and wonderful. Cindy snuggled against Bill, put her arm around him, and began stroking his back.

She smiled at him. "I can't be making you feel as good as you make me feel," she said. "No way!"

"Don't worry, you do just fine," Bill told her, rolling onto his back to give her better access to his body. He wasn't sure he'd be able to do any more, given the intense pleasure they had just shared, but what she was doing with her hands did feel nice.

Cindy's hand slid across Bill's belly, into his pubic hair, which was matted and damp from the juices of their joining. She grasped his limp penis and Bill felt a pleasurable stirring. Maybe he wasn't done after all!

She kissed his ear. "It...it felt so big when it was in me."

"You keep that up and you'll see how big it can get!" Bill croaked.

Cindy did keep it up and soon, as a result of her touches, Bill's cock was standing at attention again and he was the one twisting and turning with pleasure.

 Cindy got to her knees and bent over him, then laid her head on his belly, her soft hair tickling him, inflaming him even more. She brought the tip of his cock to her lips and kissed it, then kissed it again, looked up at him, and smiled.

"It tastes delicious," she said, her voice full of hunger. Then she turned and licked his cock again, sliding her tongue up and down the veined surface of his distended organ.

Jolts of excitement shot through Bill, then warmth and wetness engulfed him then, as she took his throbbing shaft into her mouth. For a minute the sensations were so exquisite Bill thought the top of his head would come off.

While Cindy sucked Bill's cock, she was getting turned on, too. Especially when Bill began pulling on her nipples. That sent thrills roaring through her and brought gasps of delight from her that echoed his.

When Bill thought he couldn't stand her delightful caresses any longer, Cindy sat up, leaving his straining cock waving in the air.

"I want you again," she announced breathlessly. She loved sucking him, but wanted that lovely cock of his shooting it's hot stuff in her pussy, not her mouth.

"Ride me again!" Bill said, forcing the words out through a throat constricted by passion. "Sit on me and put it in!"

Cindy swung her leg over his body and settled atop him, her damp pussy trapping his rigid shaft between them. She rocked her hips, rubbing her slit against the shaft of Bill's steel-hard club. It felt so good she did it again, and again.

When she couldn't wait any more, Cindy reached between them, grasped his rod, raised her hips, then lowered herself onto it, sighing as his shaft slid into her. It always felt fantastic when that big cock of his went into her.

"Oh, yessss!!!" she moaned. Once Bill was hilted in her, she began to rock her hips, making his cock whip around inside her.

Bill grasped her bobbing breasts, his thumbs stroking her rigid nipples, and her head rolled back. Once more the room was filled with the sounds of shared passion. Bill felt her body begin to tremble and heard the beginning of the sounds that announced her coming.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, God!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!!" Cindy cried. Her body went wild as orgasm overpowered her.

Bill clung to her breasts, his thumbs teasing the firm tips as her body shook, her cries got louder, and she exploded in an explosion of extreme ecstasy.

When Cindy's orgasm erupted, Bill's fluids bubbled up from deep inside his body and filled her to overflowing.

Slowly, Cindy's spasms of joy passed. She collapsed onto his chest and didn't move. Apparently, she'd passed out from the intensity of it all.

Bill held her a little longer, then gently rolled her off him, onto the bed next to him. She continued to doze, unaware.

"What the hell...?" Bill mused. He pulled the covers over them, turned off the light, and soon was sleeping as soundly as his partner was.

Bill awakened the next morning, not sure where he was at first. Then he remembered. He was in Cindy's trailer. He'd spent the night with her. He turned and saw the young blonde lying next to him, eyes open, a smile on her face.

"Good morning," he said.

She stretched and smiled at him. "Good morning," she said.

Bill began stroking one of Cindy's breasts, and heard her groan with delight. Her breasts were fine, well-shaped, firm, the tips protruding proudly. Her skin was so soft, too. He captured an erecting nipple with his lips.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Cindy groaned, arching her back, offering herself to him. It felt so wonderful when he touched her!

Bill licked his partner's skin, which was slightly salty and gleaming with a sheen of perspiration. He noted with pleasure that his attentions were arousing her as much as they had the night before.

Bill's loving was quickly turning Cindy into a bundle of titillated nerves. She felt his lips move through the valley between her breasts and up to the straining tips which stood proudly, awaiting his attentions. Her mind was awhirl with lust. "Yesssssssssss!!! Oh, God, Bill, yesssss!!!" she groaned. "That feels awesome!!! Oh, Goddddddddd!!!"

Her hands sought, and found, his erection and started stroking it. She was elated to hear Bill murmur with pleasure.

Bill suckled her breasts for quite a while, delighted by how firm and proud they were and how wildly she responded to his caresses. At last his lips started wandering over her body, following his hands, which were already blazing hot trails over her skin.

Cindy writhed and strained on the bed, her breath coming in gasps, while her boss pleasured her. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could stand! It felt too good! God, he was a fantastic lover! "Bill!! Oh, God, Bill!!!" she groaned, her soft hand clutching his cock. "You make me feel so wild!!"

Bill's lips moved across her rounded belly into the mass of curly brown hair where her legs and body joined.

"Oh, God!!!" Cindy cried as his lips moved through her pubic forest, "If you do that...Ohhhhhh!!!...I'm gonna... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh, God!! I'm commmmmmmmmmminnnnnnnggggggggggg!!! Oh, sweet Jesus!!! I'm commmmmmminnnnnnnngggggggg!!!!! Yessssssssss!!! Yessssssssssssssssss!!!!" The minute his lips and tongue landed on her clit, Cindy went wild, her body thrashing, legs flailing.

Bill licked and sucked Cindy's convulsing pussy until she lay still. Then he slid atop her and kissed her. Her arms slid around his neck and she returned the kiss fiercely.

"God, you make me feel so goddamn wonderful!" she breathed. "I love what you do to me!" She felt his erect cock pressing against her soft belly. "I want you in me! Take meeeee!!!!!"

"You want it, you got it!" Bill said. He raised his hips and his cock slid between her soaking labia. When he felt the head part her silky lips, he lowered himself and his cock plowed into her.

"Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!!" Cindy purred. "Oh, Lord, yesssss!!!" She clutched his back and locked her legs behind his.

Bill began stroking into her, moving slowly, deliberately, well in control despite the fantastic feelings rushing through him. Cindy sure knew her stuff when it came to making love!

The fact that she'd come only moments before didn't seem to make any difference to Cindy. The way Bill's cock was moving soon had her quaking with passion. Her legs tightened and her pelvis ground against his. It felt so fantastic! Damn but this was great!

Bill, driving into her, felt her responses grow more ardent, then her body stiffened, her fingers dug into his back, and her legs clamped around him. Her mouth fell open and her back arched. "Gahhhhhhhh!!! Gahhhhhhhhh!!! Aggggainnnnnnnnnn!!!! Yessssss!!! Yesssssss!!! Take meeeee!!! Oh, Bill, please!!!! Please!!! I'm commmminnnnnngggg!!!! I'm commmmmmminnnnnnnngggggggg!!!!" Cindy cried as once again, passion exploded inside her.

The milking action of her tight pussy was more than Bill could take. His own explosion began and he pumped gushers of hot cream into her beckoning body.




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"Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!" he cried, lost in bliss.

They lay in each other's arms again afterward, letting their bodies calm. After a while, Bill kissed Cindy and began sliding his hands over her body. Her skin was so smooth, so hot! Then he sucked one of her nipples deep into his mouth. She tangled her hands in his hair and groaned.

Cindy couldn't believe it. He wanted to do it again! Thrills rushed through her as he suckled her nipples and his hands slid over her skin. God! It felt wonderful! She'd never been a morning person, but if she had something like this every morning, she could learn to love it!

"Ohhhhhh!!! Bill!!! That feels so good!!!" she purred. "I love the way you suck my nipples!"

Bill's hand slid over her hip and delved between her legs. The firm columns of flesh parted and his fingers ventured into her humid slash. He her shaking and began lashing the nipple in his mouth with his tongue while he sucked it.Cindy was ecstatic! He had her quivering with need! She groaned and felt her hips begin to move. A finger slid into her vagina, then she gasped as his thumb found her clit. Goddamn! Her boss sure did know what it took to make her feel good!

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned, her back arching. "My God!!! That feels so good!!!"

"You'll really love this, then," Bill said, rolling onto her, shoving his cock into the opening recently occupied by his finger. Her hot, slippery cavern engulfed him and thrills rippled through his body. He began moving in and out, deliberately, urgently.

Cindy wasn't sure she'd ever get enough of his cock! He was so good! He used it so well! It was filling her, slipping in and out, the friction causing sweet explosions deep inside her. She wasn't sure how much more she could take before... "Bill!!! Oh...My...God!!! Bill!!!" she cried. "Oh, Bill!!! Damn!!! Damn!!! I...I...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Her hips rose to meet his, thrusting, twisting, grinding against him, and her body seemed to shatter into ecstasy. "Commmminnnnnnngggg!!! Oh, damn, I'm there!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Bill felt her pussy ripple on his cock, then waves of joy broke over him and his insides begin pumping. "Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he groaned as he spewed into her.

"This was the best morning I ever had!" Cindy gushed when they finished. She giggled. "I'm gonna be tingling all day."

Bill kissed her. "Glad we started your day off on a pleasant note," he said. "I hate to, but I have to get going. I need to get down to the diner." 

"I know," Cindy said. She lay in bed watching as her boss got out of bed and slipped into his clothes. He was something else!

When he was dressed, Bill walked to the bed, leaned over, and kissed Cindy. "I really do have to go," he said. "See you later at the diner?"

Cindy grinned. "You better believe it!" she replied.

Bill smiled and gave her a kiss. "We going to get together again tonight?" he asked.

Cindy smiled and said, "Yeah." Her fiancée was out of town for a week. What was the point of being lonely when she had a stud like Bill available?

Bill left. As he drove toward the diner, he grinned when he realized that Bonnie might just have done him a favor by leaving him.



Indiscretions Ch. 23



Passion In James County IX

Indiscretions

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-three

Many miles from Jamestown, some interesting developments were happening on a modern horse farm owned by Dr. Michael Margulies. Linda Margulies, the doctor's wife, convinced her husband she needed someone to help with farm chores. He finally gave in and said she could hire someone.

Linda personally interviewed the applicants and selected Micky Williams. He was eighteen and had been working on a farm belonging to relatives ever since his parents died in a car crash when he was sixteen. He had been there six months and, it turned out, was an excellent choice. He was polite, worked hard, and neither swore nor did drugs.

Linda's two kids, Michael, Jr., age 5, and Marsha, age 6, considered Micky their big brother and adored him. He returned their affection and had become almost a member of the family.

When she began to look for a hired man, Linda intended to have the person she hired sleep in an area of the barn they had converted into an apartment. But instead, she gave Micky a room in the house.

Micky was a bulky youth with curly red hair, brown eyes, and an easy smile. He teased a lot, which hid from Linda the fact that he had a crush on her. He thought his employer, a slim, pretty woman with a head of wildly curled light brown hair, was the most beautiful female he'd ever seen. He fell asleep every night enjoying fantasies about her, fantasies he was sure would never become reality.

On Friday morning, Micky worked in the barn while Linda and the kids went swimming in the farm's big pond. The young man stacked hay on the second floor of the barn. It was warm in the hayloft, but he didn't mind. He had a clear view of his gorgeous employer from the door in the loft where the hay elevator dumped. It was warm, and he took frequent breaks, during which he watched Mrs. M, as he called his boss, while she laid on a blanket watching her kids play in the water.

The view was excellent, too. Mrs. M. had on an extremely scanty yellow spandex bikini with little daisies for trimming. The suit had a negligible bottom, which displayed most of her firm buttocks and the top consisted mainly of two small triangles of cloth held over her breasts with thin straps.

At one point, Micky glanced out the loft door and saw a car coming up the driveway. Mrs. M sat up, looked at the car, then looked at the kids, who were splashing each other in the cool water of the pond. "Kids, come on, your grandparents are here," he heard Linda call. The two children raced out of the water and greeted the two older people who stepped out of the car.

All of the people disappeared into the house, disappointing the young man, who continued working. A short while later, the people emerged from the house again. The kids, carrying small suitcases, dashed to the car and climbed into the back seat.

Micky, leaning against the door jamb, watched, his employer, who had put a pair of cutoff jeans over her swimsuit bottom, give the older man and woman a hug and a kiss. The two older people got in the car and it moved back down the driveway. "I forgot the kids were going to their grandparents'," he thought as he tossed another bale of hay up onto the pile he was building to make room for the new hay which was due to be delivered in a few weeks.

After the car was out of sight, Linda walked across the farmyard, into the barn, and looked up into the hayloft. "Micky, what are you doing?" she called.

"Ah...I...I'm up here, Mrs. M. I'm stacking hay to make room for the stuff that's coming," the young man replied.

Linda started climbing up the ladder to the hayloft. "Micky, you work entirely too hard," she commented as she ascended the ladder. "You should have taken a break and gone swimming with the kids."

"Yeah, I guess," the boy replied. He couldn't keep from looking at his employer's lovely body as she gracefully stepped off the ladder onto the floor of the hayloft. "But this needs to be done, you know? I'm not sure when they're bringing the hay and it will be a lot more work if we have to stack it downstairs then bring it up here."

"Can I help?" Linda asked. She brushed the back of her hand across her forehead. "God, it's hot up here. Look at you, you're all sweaty."

"Yeah, it is kinda hot," Micky replied, "but you gotta do stuff when it's time, you know? You can't do this in the winter when its cooler, there's no hay then."

Linda took a pair of gloves out of the hip pocket of her cutoffs and slipped them over her slim hands. "If I'd known how much work having a horse farm was before we bought this place," she said, "I think I'd have asked my husband to build us a hamster farm instead."

Micky laughed. "Yeah, hamsters would be a lot less work," he said. "But you can't ride them."

"I guess," Linda said. "But they make a lot less manure, and a bale of hay would last a year."

"Yeah, right," Micky laughed. "If you want to help, why don't you get up there on that pile of bales over there. I'll hand the bales up to you and you can stack them." He was thrilled that his employer had come out to the barn to help him, and even more thrilled that she was wearing only the shorts and top from her swimsuit. He did find her outfit more than a little distracting. He watched carefully as his lovely boss climbed up on the hay bales. "God, is she ever beautiful!" he thought.

They worked for quite a while and the pile grew and grew. They were almost done when Linda lost her balance reaching for a hay bale Micky was handing up to her. "Ohhh!" she moaned when she felt herself falling. The next thing she knew, she was lying atop Micky.

When his boss toppled onto him and he felt her warm, bare flesh come in contact with his, the young man immediately realized he had a problem. She moved, struggling to get off him, and he felt his penis begin to stiffen. He twisted his hips to the side to get into a position where his boss wouldn't feel his erection. The last thing he wanted was for her to get angry with him.

Linda struggled to her feet and stood there, red-faced and panting. Her sweat-covered skin was dotted with wisps of hay. She brushed at them. "Are you all right, Micky?" she asked. "I'm really sorry, I lost my balance and there was nothing to grab hold of..."

"I'm fine, Mrs. M.," the young man replied. "Except for this hard-on I have," he thought ruefully. He twisted himself around so he was sitting on the hayloft floor, leaning against an unstacked bale and began to pick wisps of hay from his sweaty body, too.

Linda studied him, looking concerned. "Are you sure?" she asked. "I mean, I did fall on you and all..."

"I'm OK, I really am," Micky replied. "How about you?"

"Thanks to you, I'm not hurt," Linda replied. She looked around the hayloft. "You know, I don't think you need to pile any more of this up there, that's too dangerous," she said. "I think there's plenty of room for the new hay, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess," the young man replied.

"I could use a swim to cool off," Linda said. "How about you?"

"Ah, yeah, I guess," Micky replied.

Linda smiled. "Good, since we're done, let's go for a dip. Then we can go in and I'll make dinner for us," Linda said. She started for the ladder and stepped onto it. "Are you coming, Micky?" she asked the young man, who was still sitting against the hay bale.

Micky started to get to his feet. "Yeah, I'll come down when you're off the ladder," he said. "It's not safe to have two people on a ladder."

"See you at the pond, then," Linda said. "Last one in's a rotten egg, and it looks like it's going to be you." She began to descend the ladder.

"Yeah, swell, a rotten egg with a hard-on," the young man thought glumly. He stood up, rearranged his swollen penis in his cutoffs as well as he could and walked to the ladder. Once his employer reached the bottom, he started down the ladder. By the time he reached the barn floor, Mrs. M had reached the pond and was stripping off her cutoff jeans. He walked toward the pond and watched her run out on the little dock and dive gracefully into the water. He sighed. "Maybe swimming will work like a cold shower," he thought as he got nearer to the pond. Unfortunately, with his bikini-clad boss in the water, he wasn't sure a swim would help his condition.

The young man's erection did soften to more manageable proportions while he and his boss swam. They finally climbed out of the water and headed for the house.

"I'm going to go upstairs, take a quick shower, and dry my hair," Linda told Micky. "Then I'll come down and make dinner for us."

"I think I'll take a shower, too," Micky said. Both of them headed for the second floor.

Linda went to her bedroom, took off her swimsuit, slipped into a robe and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. After the water in the shower was warm, she stepped under the shower head. For some reason, she found herself feeling edgy while she stood under the pelting water. "I hope I didn't hurt Micky when I fell on him," she thought as she stood under the hot, piercing spray, "Thank goodness he was there, though. I could have gotten hurt if he hadn't broken my fall."

She began to wash herself and was startled when, the minute the sudsy washcloth began to slide over her skin, tingles of delight began to spread through her. "What is wrong with me?" she mused. "I don't believe this. I'm an adult, but here I am, acting like a sex-starved teen-ager." She continued to move the lather-filled cloth over her body, enjoying the sensations she was giving herself. She knew she was arousing herself, but she couldn't stop. And, as she roused herself, she began to think about Micky. Her thoughts were both disturbing and arousing. "Did...did I feel what I think I did when I was lying on top of Micky?" she mused. She rubbed the washcloth over her erect nipples, which tingled wonderfully as she did. "Did...did he have a...an...an erection? Was that what I felt?" The pruient thoughts did little to calm the turbulence building in her body.

When, finally, she finished her shower, she dried herself off and dried her hair, then she went back to her bedroom. She put on jeans and, because she didn't really need one, she decided not to wear a bra. She slipped a sweatshirt over her head and when the soft garment slid down, it brushed her still-erect nipples. The sensations that rushed though her made her legs feel mushy. "Linda, you have to get hold of yourself!" she thought. She combed out her luxuriant hair, then she headed downstairs.

Micky, dressed in jeans and white T-shirt, was sitting at the kitchen table, holding a can of soda in his hands. When his employer walked into the kitchen, he looked up and smiled. "Ah, I put some frozen dinners in the oven, Mrs. M," he said. "I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all, Micky," Linda replied. "I...I was going to make something like that anyhow."

Linda got herself a soda and sat down at the kitchen table. She and Micky sat there, drinking their sodas and not talking. They were both aware there was a tension between them that had never been there before, but neither of them knew what it was, or how to deal with it. Finally the buzzer on the stove sounded.

"I guess that means dinner's ready," Linda announced. She got up, got their food out of the oven and set it down on the table. Then she sat down and looked across the table at her young employee. "Micky, are you sure you're all right?" she asked. "We pay good money for insurance, if you're hurt, we need to get you checked out."

Micky kept his eyes on the plate of food in front of him while he shook his head. "Ah...I...I really am OK, Mrs. M.," he replied. "You really didn't hurt me."

They finished the meal in silence. After they finished their meal, dinner, Micky helped Linda clear the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. When that was done, the young man went into the living room and sat down in a big over-stuffed chair in front of the TV.

A few minutes later, Linda walked into the living room. "Was there anything special you wanted to watch on TV, Micky?" she asked.

The young man looked up at her and shrugged. "I don't think there's much on tonight," he said.

Linda sat down on the sofa and looked at the television guide in the newspaper. "You're right about nothing being on," she said. "Would you like to watch a movie?"

Micky nodded and said, "OK," very softly.

"Is there any movie in particular you'd like to watch?" Linda asked.

"Whatever you want to watch is fine with me," Micky replied.

Linda got up and picked out a movie from the selection she had on hand, and put it in the VCR. She walked back to the sofa, sat down, picked up the remote control, and turned on the VCR and TV. She couldn't understand why she was so jittery. She felt as if she could jump right out of her skin at the slightest sound. She curled her legs under her and, while she watched the movie she realized she might have made a mistake. The movie was a romance that had some fairly explicit love scenes. Those scenes left her feeling even edgier. She kept seeing herself and Micky on the TV screen instead of the actors in the movie. The disturbing images added considerably to the distress she was feeling.

Finally the movie ended. Linda stretched. "Well, I think I'm going to bed," she said. "What about you, Micky?"

Micky's problem with tumescence hadn't been helped by the love scenes. He was glad to hear his boss say she was going to bed. He figured he'd wait until his boss was upstairs, then go to bed, too. "Yeah, I think so, too," he replied. "I'm really pooped."

Linda smiled at him. "I'm not surprised," she said. "You did more than your share of work today."

Linda went upstairs to her bedroom slipped out of her sweatshirt and jeans and slipped on a soft, pink cotton pajama jumpsuit, then she slid into her king-sized bed. She tossed and turned, but couldn't get to sleep. Actually, she hated being in bed alone, a condition she found herself in far too often. For some reason, she was acutely aware of feeling lonely tonight, not that it was that much different when her husband was home. Michael was a busy surgeon and spent little time at home. Even when he was there, he normally did little more than eat and go to sleep.

Earlier that year, Linda had a short, but thrilling, affair with a man named Tom Singleton who delivered some horses to the farm. She and Tom shared one wild weekend, but she hadn't seen Tom for six months and her hopes that the affair would continue were fading. She had experienced no satisfying sex since her weekend tryst with a man she barely knew.

Down the hall from Linda, Micky was doing no better at getting to sleep. The young man continued to have memories of what it felt like when his employer's scantily clad body was lying atop his. He closed his eyes and could almost feel her soft, warm, silken skin brushing against his. The result of his avid woolgathering was a huge erection.

Linda's thoughs drifted from what she'd done with Tom Singleton to what happened in the barn earlier that day. "I wonder if Micky really did have an erection this afternoon when I...fell onto him?" she mused as she laid in her lonely bed. "God, we're alone here in the house and he's just down the hall. I could go to his room and..." Upset with herself, she off shook the thoughts. Micky was like a son, or maybe an older brother, she tried to tell herself, but with little conviction.

She sat up in bed. Maybe a cup of hot chocolate would help her get to sleep. She got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. When she picked up a spoon to put some hot chocolate mix in the cup, she realized she was trembling. "What's the matter with me?" she thought.

Micky got up, too, and headed downstairs, planning to get a soda. When he walked into the kitchen, he was surprised to see his employer standing at the counter with her back to him. She had on a pink jumpsuit that, he thought, made her look a lot younger. He started toward her. "Is everything all right, Mrs. M.?" he asked.

Linda, who was concentrating on making the hot chocolate, wasn't aware the young man was awake. Startled by the unexpected sound of his voice, she dropped the can of hot chocolate mix on the counter and began to cry.

Micky, surprised by his employer's reaction, stood in the kitchen doorway, bewildered. He felt guilty because he made her cry. He walked across the kitchen and did what his mother used to do when he was upset, he put his arms around her.

Linda moved into the young man's embrace, laid her head against his chest, slid her arms around him, and continued to sob. Her crying spell eventually ended, but they still stood there, holding each other, for a time. At last she leaned back in the circle of Micky's arms and looked up at him. She was trembling, and her chest was heaving.

Micky was trembling, too, as he gazed into his employer's wide blue eyes. He could barely breathe, and his heart was pounding.  He couldn't believe he was holding her in his arms. He didn't know how this had happened, and he had no idea what would happen next. If he dropped dead right now, he'd die happy.

Linda felt her hand lifting, then she was tugging Micky's head down toward hers. She felt as if the whole situation was unreal, as if she was watching someone else doing this.

Trembling with anticipation, Micky saw Mrs. M's face move closer and closer to his, then her soft, warm lips were touching his. She moaned softly and pressed her mouth and body tighter against his. Flames of desire flared through him.

Kissing Micky was far more thrilling than Linda anticipated. It made her feel as if she was going to explode. One of her hands tangled in the young man's curly hair and her tongue slid across his lips.

Micky's mind was a jumble of bewilderment. He had often dreamed of holding and kissing Mrs. M, but he never thought he would! Not in his wildest dreams! Now her lithe body was pressed against his and her tongue was stroking his lips! His hips moved forward involuntarily.

The kiss ended only because they had to breathe. Linda, trembling like a leaf, her heart pounding like a trip-hammer, leaned back in Micky's arms once again. Her body was still pressed against his and she could felt his swollen penis against her middle. She knew that she was going to make love with him, and was thrilled by the realization.

Micky wasn't sure what Mrs. Margulies was going to do after their kiss ended. He wasn't sure whether she was angry or not. He still half-expected her to hit him, or yell at him, or something. But she didn't. She kept her hips pressed against his swollen groin and was looking at him with a strange look in her eyes. He was such a bundle of confused emotions he felt as if he was going to burst into tears.

Then, without saying a word, Mrs. Margulies backed out of his embrace, took his hand, and started for the doorway. Confused, scared, he went along with her.

Linda was experiencing just as much emotional turmoil as her young employee as she guided him up the stairs, down the hall, and into her bedroom. She couldn't stop herself, even though she knew what she was doing was wrong.

When they reached her bedroom, she let go of the young man's hand and turned to face him. He stood there red-faced, breathing heavily, still as a statue, gazing at her with wide, adoring eyes. She moved against him, put her arms around him and, once more their lips met in a fervent kiss, which fanned the glow of lust inside her into wildly leaping flames of need. As the time of the kiss lengthened, she slid her hand under his T-shirt and let it glide over his smooth, warm skin.

"Oh, God, Mrs. M!!!!" Micky groaned while her warm, soft hand slid over his bare skin. This was real! It was really happening! It felt fantastic, too, much better than he ever thought it would! Unbridled emotions raced through his over-worked mind as the slim, beautiful woman stroked his skin ever-so-lightly with her fingers.




Indiscretions Ch. 23



He lifted his quaking hands and began to open the buttons down the front of his employer's soft cotton pajama jump suit. When it was open, he pushed it down over her shoulders. It slid down and puddled around her ankles, allowing him to view her lean, lovely body for the first time. His fingers began to move over her satiny skin.

Micky's fingers blazed trails of heat as they moved aimlessly over Linda's silken skin. She managed to tug his T-shirt over his head, then she opened his jeans and pushed them down over his hips. While their naked bodies pressed together in a yearning embrace she slid her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around the young man's throbbing erection. She stroked it gently and heard him whimper with delight. She needed to be made love to desperately so, pulling the quivering, moaning young man with her, she backed to the bed. Then they were lying on it, next to each other. Once more their lips met and their bodies pressed together.

Micky, confounded by the wonder of what was happening, let his hands continue to move over Mrs. Margulies's body without pattern. He was confused and more aroused than he ever dreamed it was possible to be! He was so befuddled that he found it difficult to think of what to do next.

Linda, driven by forces of desire raging wildly through her, gently urged the young man onto his back, then she straddled him and positioned her hips over his. She grasped his swollen penis and placed the of his swollen, pulsing shaft between her excitement-slick labia. Her body quaked as she slowly lowered herself and welcomed him into her. "Oh, God! I need this so much!" she thought as the young man's erection moved deeper and deeper into her. Ecstasy began to flood her.

Micky groaned passionately when Mrs. Margulies rolled on top of him. The next thing he knew, his rigid penis was embedded in her clutching, fiery cavern and moving deeper and deeper into her. He'd dreamed about what this moment would be like many times and, as good as those fantasies had been, he knew now that the reality was far better! It exceeded even his wildest dreams! A powerful onslaught of exhilarating sensations rippled through him as his swollen penis probed into the gorgeous older woman's body!

When Micky's erection slid into her, Linda experienced feelings so intensely wonderful she almost came before he was all the way in her! When he was in as far as he would go, she stayed atop him without moving for a time, savoring the wonderful feelings mounting in her. Finally, unable to remain still any longer, she began to rock her hips gently and felt his shaft sliding in and out of her.

Micky fought to keep himself under control, but he was engaged in a losing struggle. He was far too aroused! Once she began to move her hips, the pressures in his body reached the bursting point and he felt himself racing beyond the limits of control. "Aggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!! Goddddddd!!!!" he groaned when he felt his insides begin to uncoil. "I'm...I'm gonnna commmmeeeeeee!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" His penis began to pulsate, each spasm more exquisitely pleasurable than the last, then jets of his hot cream spewed into the body of the woman riding him.

Linda felt the young man's hot fluids gushing into her, then she, too, plunged into a spinning crazy world of delight. "Micky!! Ohhh!!! Ohhh!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! Oh, darling!! Oh, yessss!!!" she cried, while her body thrashed against her lover's, "Come, darling!!! Come!! Fill me! Fill meeeeeeeeeeee!!! I'm coming!! I'm coming toooooooooooooo!!!!!"

The two lovers strained against each other while intense passion arced between them like high-voltage current. At last the fervent motions of their bodies slowed, then it stopped. They were too spent to talk so they lay wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies still joined.

Finally Linda rolled off the young man, stretched out next to him and, exhausted, fell asleep. Micky dozed off, too.

Micky woke up a little later, confused to find himself in a strange bed with a warm body pressed against his. He remembered what happened and his heart began to pound. He had made love with Mrs. Margulies, it wasn't a dream! She was lying next to him with her lovely body pressed against his. He studied his employer's lovely face and body as she slept. She was even more beautiful than he dreamed she'd be! Her breasts were small, but firm, and rose and fell evenly as she breathed in her sleep.

The young man felt his penis begin to swell and grow while his gaze traveled over Mrs. M's lovely nude body. Her breasts were, he thought, nearly perfect. The tips were capped by large, dark circles, out of which protruded thick, partially-erect nipples.

"We...we really did do it!" the young man mused as he studied his sleeping companion's lithe, lovely body. "It wasn't a dream!" He couldn't remember exactly what had happened, but he did recall how wonderful it felt. His penis continued to grow, becoming a throbbing, heavily veined monster, the purple head pointing toward his lover's lean, luscious body.

Micky was captivated by the gorgeous mounds adorning the slumbering woman's chest. Moving with great care, he bent and gently took one semi-hard nipple between his lips. He was delighted when, immediately, it began to swell against his lips.

Linda was awakened by delightful sensations sweeping through her. It felt as if someone was sucking her nipple. She was disoriented at first, but the recollection of where she was, who was with her and how they'd come to be in that situation returned rapidly as she grew more and more wide-awake. "My God!" she thought, while marvelous feelings evoked by what Micky was doing to her breasts with his lips and tongue rushed through her, "I really did it! I seduced Micky!" She didn't move. What the young man was doing felt so wonderful she didn't want it to stop. Then he shifted and gently drew her other nipple between his lips. It felt so delicious she almost groaned with delight, but she struggled to keep silent while she grew more and more aroused by what the young man was doing.

Micky, unaware that his companion had awakened, continued to shift his attentions from one nipple to the other. Her nipples grew larger and harder the more he suckled them. Before long, even her dark areolas were distended and standing out from the smooth flesh of her breasts.

"I...I shouldn't be doing this!" Linda thought, but thoughts of stopping were overridden by the powerful feelings the young man's tender caresses were evoking.  What little self-control she had vanished. "Oh, God! What he's doing...it...it feels so wonderful! Ohhh!!! So wonderful!!!" she thought.

Micky continued suckling one breast and, while he did, he took its mate between his thumb and forefinger and began to twirl it gently.

The delectable feelings sweeping over Linda continued to grow more and more intense.  She tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth, nothing would come out. Growing need was rapidly overpowering her.

Micky avidly continued to fulfill his long-held fantasy, which continued to be even more wonderful than he dreamed it would be.

Linda knew she was dangerously close to losing control of herself again. "What's...happening to me?" she thought as wild feelings caromed through her. "I...I...Oh, God! Oh, God! What's happening to me? Oh, God!!" Then she was having an orgasm and was no longer abele maintain the pretense of sleep. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, Goddddddd!!!!" she cried. "Micky!! Mickeeeeee!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!!! Mickeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Micky, startled by Mrs. M's sudden ecstatic outburst, stopped what he was doing. He was afraid he'd hurt her but, while he watched in amazement, she clutched her breasts, her body thrashed on the bed, and she kept moaning frantically.

When Linda was at last able to think clearly, she looked at the young man, who had a look of concern on his face.

Frightened that he'd done something wrong, Micky asked, "Did...did I hurt you, Mrs. M?"

Linda pulled him against her. "Oh, no, darling! Oh, no! That...what you just did...it was marvelous!" she whispered. "You made me come! It...it was lovely!"

Once again they kissed, and as their tongues lashed, the fires of passion were stoked once more, and Linda felt the young man's erection press against her again. "It's too late to stop now," she thought as desire began to fill her. "Would...would you like to make love to me again, Micky?" she asked.

The young man had never heard a more wonderful question. "Oh, God, yesss, I sure would!!!!" he replied. He began to explore her lithe body, running his hands over her smooth, warm skin, loving the way she felt, feeling passion reasserting itself inside him.

Linda exulted when she felt excitement begin to flourish anew deep inside her. Micky's touch was heavenly! He was so gentle! This was so wonderful! "Micky! Oh, Micky!" she murmured, covering his face with wet kisses. "Make love to me! Please, Micky, make love to me!"

The young man gazed at her breasts which were even more beautiful than he dreamed they'd be. The tips were capped by dark circles from which protruded large, erect nipples. His hand shook as he reached out and touched one.

"Oh, Micky!!!" Linda groaned. Thrills shot through her when the young man began to explore her breast. When his lips engulfed her nipple and he began to suck it softly she thought she would come, right then and there! As they'd done before, the young man's lips shifted from one nipple to the other and back. She writhed on the bed, moaning. "Micky!!! Mickee!! Oh, Micky!!!!" she wailed, her back arching, her body on fire. "Kiss them!!! Oh, God!! Kisssss themmmmm!!! Take me!! Please, Micky!! Take me!!" she cried, clutching at him, her hips rising and falling, demanding fulfillment. "I need you in meeeeee!!!" She rolled on her back and pulled him atop her. "Take me Micky!" she purred. "I need you!"

Micky, lying on top of Mrs. Margulies, felt his erection slide between her legs. Her hips were rocking, causing her hot, wet opening to caress his swollen shaft. It felt so good he couldn't keep from shuddering. He raised his hips and the pulsing, swollen tip slid between her labia. When he lowered his hips, he was surprised and thrilled to feel his erection sliding into her tight, wet opening.

When the young man's swollen organ slid into her, filling her, an even more intense rush of thrills swept through Linda. "Yessss!!! Oh, Micky, yessss!!!!" she groaned. "Oh, darling, yesss!!!"

Micky was exultant! Acting purely on instinct, he began to move his hips. He was making love to Mrs. M again! And, as he moved in and out of her, her tight sleeve caressed his embedded organ, sent euphoric feelings sweeping through the young man.

"Oh, Micky, yesssss!!!!" Linda moaned while the young man's invading organ plunged deep into her, stirring her toward another explosion of erotic frenzy. "Take me!!! Oh, God, Micky!!! Take meeee!!!!"

All Micky was capable of doing was continuing to plunge his erection into her. The more aroused he got, the faster his hips moved. They became a blur of motion as he rammed his turgid penis deep into the gorgeous older woman's lissome body.

Linda felt herself shaking from the young man's powerful onslaught. "That's it!! Oh, God, Micky!! Yes!! That's it!!!" she cried. "Oh, darling!! Yesss!!! Take mee!!"

Micky felt the convulsions in his middle that told him his fluids were once again about to bubble up and explode from him. The pleasure he was experiencing was so intense it verged on pain. Then his penis began powerful pulsations and his hot cream began to blast into his partner's writhing body.

"I'm commmmmminnnnnggggggg!!!!!" he cried, "Oh, God, Mrs. M!! Lindaaaaaa!!! Oh, God!!! I'm commmminnnnngggggg!!!!!"

When Linda felt the young man's hot fluids splashing against her cervix her body once more went into convulsions of bliss. "Me, too!!! Oh, Micky!!! Oh, Micky!!! I'm commingg, too!!!!" she groaned. "I...I'm commminnnggg toooooo!!! Yessssss!!! Yesssss!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!!! Yessssssssssssss!!!!!! Yessssssssssssss!!!!"

Their bodies rocking and shaking, their hips grinding together, the lovers once again shared ultimate joy. After a while their passion slowly, began to wane and, eventually, they had partaken of all there was to share. Locked in a tight embrace, they gazed lovingly at each other.

"God, Micky, that was so incredible!" Linda told her young lover. "You are magnificent!"

Micky nodded. "It was unreal!" he replied breathlessly. "I...I never knew making love could be like that! I knew it would feel good, but not that good!"

"I...I hope you aren't upset with me," Linda told him. "I don't know what came over me tonight, but I..."

Micky, kissed her. "How could I be upset with you, Mrs. M?" he responded. "Do you have any idea how many nights I've dreamed of doing what we just did?" He rolled over and kissed her and, the minute their lips touched, he felt his companion's mouth open, then he experienced a rush of thrills when her tongue probed into his mouth. Locked in a passionate embrace, they laid back on the bed.

After the kiss ended, Linda felt Micky's lips begin to move down her throat and onto her breasts. Everywhere his lips ventured, they left tingling trails of bliss. She couldn't keep still and soft groans of joy began to escape from her. She had needed this for so long! And, she admitted to herself, she wanted it and had no intention of doing without it ever again!

The ardent young man captured one of Linda's hardening nipples in his mouth, and sucked on it.

"Yessss!!!! Oh, yesssss!!!!" she groaned as the gentle suction of Micky's mouth drew her rigid nipple into the warmth and wetness of his oral cavity. "Oh, darling! Yesss!!! Yessss!!! Oh, God!!"

Micky's hands continued moving boldly over Linda's body, down across her belly, causing her flesh to ripple as they glided over it and caused an unending stream of thrills to assail her while his hand continued to moved over her, exploring, seeking. When she felt his fingers combing through her pubic hair she groaned louder. Her body twisted and turned while under his caresses continued.

Micky's hand moved to the junction where his partner's legs and body met and brushed her swollen clit. Shock-waves of ecstasy rattled her from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes and her hips rose off the bed as her back arched.

"More!!! Please, Micky, touch me more!!!" Linda begged. "It feels so wonderful!"

Micky wasn't sure exactly what he'd done, but whatever it was obviously felt really good to Mrs. M, so he complied with her plea and kept doing it. Soon she was moaning, writhing, and clutching at the bedspread, while her hips rocked and thrust against his hand.

Linda's fervent reactions were having an equally powerful effect on Micky. His cock once again began to swell. He dampness on the sheets under him as his pre-cum juices seeped from the tip of his engorged penis. He withdrew his hand, despite a groan of protest from his companion.

Linda opened her eyes, wondering what happened to the hand that had been bestowing such divine thrills on her. She held her arms out to him. "Take me, Micky!" she begged. "Please, darling, take me!!! I need you again!"

Micky climbed between Mrs. M's slim legs, grasped his swollen shaft and slid the tip of it through the humid lips of her vagina. Then he drove it into her.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!" Linda groaned when Micky's thick wand plunged into her lubricant-slick love-tunnel. God! He filled her so well! He was such a satisfying lover!

Micky was aflame with need once again. Once he had his erection embedded in Linda, his hips began to beat an erotic tattoo against hers. So frantic were his actions that they quickly had both of them experiencing salvo after salvo of bliss.

"I'm commmminnnnngggggg!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!" he cried when passion once again unleashed itself and ripped through him. He felt his fluids pumping out of him and gushing into his partner.

"Gaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" Linda groaned when she felt the splash of the young man's hot juices inside her, releasing her furies of joy once again. "Mickeeee!!! Mickeeeee!!! Ohhhh!!!" she cried. "Ohhh, yesssssss!!! Yesssssss!!!! Yesssss!!! I'm commmminnnnnnggggggggg!!!! Yessssss!!!!! Yessssss!!!! Yessssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!" Her legs locked behind his and her hands clutched him while their hips continued to slam together in the age-old struggle of passion.

When, finally their need was sated, they lay in each other's arms, gazing fondly at each other. They snuggled closer and kissed fondly. Linda remained confused. She did, after all, have a husband and two children. But, while Micky lived there, she also had a lover who made her feel young and beautiful. She knew it was wrong for her to consider continuing her affair with her young employee but, right now, all she could think about was how wonderful he made her feel and the fact that he would be available to her. "I don't think Micky would mind too much if our affair were to continue," she speculated. "I know I certainly wouldn't."

Micky was watching his employer's pretty face and could tell she was thinking about something. He was about to ask her what she was thinking about but, both emotionally and physically exhausted, the young man found himself in a battle to keep his eyes open instead. "I wonder if Mrs. M will keep on making love with me after tonight," he mused as he vainly tried to fight off sleep.

As they lay locked in each other's arms and, the two new lovers drifted into a sound sleep.







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