6 comments/ 13568 views/ 2 favorites Happiness By: FatDino Happiness is being content, smiling softly, feeling warm inside, and knowing there is someone, somewhere, who is loving you, wanting you, needing you, and missing you. Happiness is, when at the end of the day, you come home to a simple meal, and see your partner setting the dinner table. When you look straight into their eyes, you see in them – 'I've missed you.' You exchange a brief kiss to let them know you've missed them badly too. Dinner goes by with small conversations, knowing glances and soft giggles at nothingness. It's cuddling on the couch, watching The Simpsons, and pigging out on popcorn and ice cream, together. It's the shiver upon feeling of their breath on your ear, whispering words you cannot make out, but you know just what they are. It's the gasps when their skin makes contact with yours. It's the heat between your bodies, but that's just a catalyst for the one between your souls. It's the fear you may hurt each other with that ardent heat, but you're unable to stop. Every time. It's the knowledge that no matter how powerful the orgasms they bring to you are, you yearn to bring them even better ones, because seeing them in bliss is the greatest pleasure you will ever know. It's the beam in their eyes that makes you realize they're thinking the same thing. It's the glazed-over expression on their face after the orgasms. It's the question you ask yourself – "Did I do this?" It's the moment they open their eyes and smile at you. It's the kiss they promptly give you, and the answer you find in it. It's the goodnight kisses, the looks that say, 'I will see you in my dreams, like I always do', the hair stroking, the touches, and the caresses to let you know, 'Sleep, I will still be here when the morning comes.' It's the sudden waking up in the middle of the night, only to find your fingers are intertwined, that you're being spooned and held, like something truly precious. And you wonder what you've done to deserve all this. It's opening your eyes in the morning and finding their face, soundly asleep, peaceful and angelic, right next to you. You listen to their breathing, you trace your fingers along their lips, you kiss the tip of their nose, and you stop wondering. You breathe in the moment, the contentment, and you smile. It's achieving success at work, and having a special someone to tell the stories to. It's hitting the hard stages, and having that same person lending you their shoulder to lean on. It's sitting next to the window, listening to the storms, watching droplets of water cascading down the glass, enjoying the sound of the rain hitting the roof, and getting mesmerized by the power and the beauty of lightning, together. It's having someone to snuggle with, so you're feeling warm, even if it's freezing outside. It's standing on the balcony, watching fireworks on the horizon, together. It's having their arms wrapped around your waist, letting you know, 'I'll hold you, forever.' It's the conversations that go on for hours on subjects that you both are passionately interested in. Most of the times, you agree with each other; sometimes, you find them having such different opinions. It's the arguments that follow. It's the witty comment one of you makes that the other cannot reciprocate. It's the leers, and the frustrated grunts. It's, "Oprah's on!" and you both forgetting all about the argument. It's looking into their eyes and knowing that a moment of silence is needed. You come and sit by their side, letting them rest their head on your lap, and you close your eyes, saying nothing. And after an hour, or maybe two, or three, or...after you have lost sense of time, it's their sitting up, and whispering, "Thank you," in your mouth. It's making up after the fights, holding each other's face with your hands, determined to make it work. It's knowing no matter what has happened, no matter whose fault it was, you cannot lose them, and you have to let them know that. It's the first make-up kiss, getting to know each other again, after a brief scary moment...when you thought you may have lost each other. It's the laughter, the tears, the raising of voice, the whispering, the ups and the downs when you're together. But at the end, it's the security you both provide for each other, that 'it's you who I will come home to, and you only.' It's the questions and the uncertainty that get wiped away by a single smile, or just a look in their eyes that says, 'believe in me.' And no matter how hard your rational mind might want to resist it, your heart has made the decision. It's hearing them say, "I love you," and knowing that they truly mean it. It's saying, "I love you, too," back, with all your heart. Happiness Candle light drops sinuous shadows across your face as you eat. I watch you, mesmerized by your beauty, grateful and awed that you and I are enjoying this dinner together, that you are finally back at my side. You look up at me from under your lashes and smile, amusement writ in the curve of your lips. Pointedly you look at my plate, and I smile in return and bend to the task. The music choice in the cafe is soothing, a backdrop of melody instead of a jarring dissonance of sound, adding to an atmosphere of ease. We are at ease, enjoying each others presence, comforted by the familiarity. You are fair bubbling, animatedly talking of your trip, and acquainting me with your experiences by effluent description. Taking care to continue with my meal, I listen as you weave a tapestry of your voyage. Our conversation winds down as we are caught regarding one another across the table. You reach your hand across the table and I clasp it, gently kissing your fingers and holding your palm against my cheek. I see your features soften in happiness and love, and the same feelings swell in my heart. "Would you like to go home now?" I ask, reaching to caress your brow. Wordlessly, you nod in agreement, and push off from the table. We pay our account and make our way to the car, hands twined and hips touching. Your eyes hardly leave my face the whole trip, fingers playing an arpeggio along my thigh. I am hard pressed to keep attention on the road, the whole of my being crying out for a glimpse of your beloved face. Though it seems an eternity, we arrive at our destination. You reach for me and I go to you, fitting against your body with absolute ease. Thus we make our way home. The door barely closes before I ease you against the wall, kissing you deeply and longingly. My hands glide over you, stroking your entire body through your clothing, making ceaseless patterns. You return my touch with equal fervor, passion in every movement. Slowly I unbutton your shirt, kissing every inch of skin I expose, my breath stirring the fine hairs on your arms. I stop and look at you, drinking in the sight of you. "You're beautiful, you know." Shivering and sighing, you hug me to your chest, shirt still pooled around your arms. Quivering with emotion, I lean against you, loving the feel of your skin against my cheek, the beat of your heart in my ears. I begin to lightly run my hands down your torso, then up your back with the other hand in an alternate pattern. You loosen your hold on me and I go to work again, removing your shirt and covering you with kisses. Hungrily I seek your lips, kissing you deep, hands buried in your hair and my tongue teasing your mouth. Gently, teasingly, you work my shirt over my belly, then over my breasts, all without relinquishing my lips. Laughing, I step back and pull it over my head, delighting in the desire in your eyes as they seek my breasts. I take your hand and we walk to the bedroom, shedding clothing as we go. You sit on the bed and I sit in your lap, clasping you to my chest and hugging you to me. Your arms wind tight around me and we sigh, knowing we've come home. We kiss, slowly and languidly, tasting each other and re-exploring each other's bodies. Your hands move to cup my breasts and I moan as you tease my erect nipples. I grind my hips involuntarily against you as you take one pink nipple in your mouth, flicking the tip with your tongue and sucking. My nails score your back, leaving red welts as you gently bite the swell of my breast and tug at my hair. You move to study me, reveling at my lidded eyes and sensual look before plunging your mouth down at my neck, forcibly exposing it by pulling my hair and my head back. You kiss softly then bite, gently and then violently, as if to devour me. I gasp and cling to you, shuddering helplessly at the pleasure. You take my hips with one hand and with the other seize my breast, arching my back and dipping your tongue to my navel, teasing the ring and pulling with your teeth. I cry out at the wave of bliss, fingers clench and unclench in the skin of your back. You release me and I pounce, driving you down on the bed and pinning your arms. Violently we kiss, teeth catching each others lips, kissing, biting and sucking, our tongues dancing together. I move down your neck, barely breathing as I trace a line down your throat with my lips. Abruptly I latch on with my teeth and you gasp, hips grinding against mine as you surge upward involuntarily. I chuckle throatily, pleased with myself, the laugh vibrating in your flesh. I suck, and suck, leaving a red weal and the impression of my teeth in your neck. "Now you're definitely mine," I say, and move lower on your body. I lick your nipples, then nip them, eliciting more gasps and moans from you. Lower and lower, I kiss a path down your body as I make my way toward your cock. It leaps and pulses the closer I get, a drop of moisture glistening at the tip. I lick the tip of your erection and pause, hand around your shaft and eyes gazing at you from beneath my lashes. "Did you want me to?" I tighten my hand playfully. "Yes, oh yes," you breathe, your need naked in your eyes as you look at me. I take you into my mouth, little by little, teasing as many gasps and moans from you as I can. Up and down, I glide my mouth and tongue over the length of you, hand moving simultaneously with my mouth. I hum gently, and hear your indrawn breath as the vibration pleases you. Carefully I rake my teeth across the head of your phallus, and move to suck harder, taking you as deep into my mouth and throat as I can. Clenching your hands in my hair, you push me further onto your cock as you surge upward into my mouth. Your breathing is ragged now, soft moans and gasps torn from your throat as I suck harder and faster. Smiling sardonically, I stop and raise my head. Whimpering in frustration, you grip my wrists and push me off of you. Giggling, I lay submissively while you part my legs and caress my thighs, inching your hands up slowly. Your gaze is intent on my face as your fingers reach my cleft, watching for my reaction as you lightly touch me. My legs quiver and I sigh, leaning into your touch. Satisfaction and smugness suffuse your features as you feel how wet I am, my nether lips dewy and silken. You slip one finger, then two into me, while your thumb caresses my clit. I arch my back and claw at the sheets, helplessly grinding against your hand as you move deeper into me. You take my nipple in your mouth and suck, timing it to the beat of your fingers. You kiss your way down my body and reach my clit, carefully kissing and manipulating it, fingers never missing a beat. I feel you smile against me, exhilarated by my response. Removing your fingers you pause long enough for me to whimper, pleadingly gazing at you, my whole body begging for you. You lower yourself between my legs and lick the length of my pussy, flicking your tongue against my clit rapidly. My nails dig into your hair as you insert your tongue into my opening, tasting me. Gently biting, licking and kissing you bring me to such arousal, my legs quivering and my breath coming in gasps, barely drawing breath before it explodes out of me in moans. With one hand you reach down and stroke yourself. Before I climax I tear myself away, gasping and shuddering. You stand up, still stroking you cock as you look at me, love and desire in your eyes. "Come here!" I say imperiously, and you do, coming to sit beside me on the bed. I sit in your lap and, never taking my eyes from yours, slowly impale myself on you, inch by delicious inch. Sighing, our foreheads touching and our bodies connected, we stay for a bit, slowing our breathing and enjoying the feel of each other. Back and forth we rock together, sensuously slow and languid, making up for lost time. The feel of your cock deep inside me is indescribable, almost too good. I arch back and thrust my breasts in your face, a temptation. "Oh, I see. So that's how it is." Laughing, you cup my breasts and take them into your mouth. You look up to see me gazing intently at you, and you tilt your head in question. "I love you," I say, trembling. You hug me, the special sort of hug reserved for moments like this. The one that says, without words, how much you love me back. You murmur into my hair. We continue rocking together, clasped in each other's arms, the whole world and all the beauty of it in that moment. You feel me smile against your shoulder and you know it spells trouble. I break the hug and, smiling impishly, lower my hand to my clit, tracing circles. With each thrust I press, and you shift so you can watch. Lost in your desire and arousal, eyes on my working fingers, you move faster and harder into me. I rouse myself and get on my knees, then look over my shoulder in invitation, my pussy presented. You mount me, fingers caressing my back as you sheath yourself fully into me. "Keep playing with your self," you demand, and I oblige, making small breathy noises as you thrust. I feverishly work with my hands, muffling my moans in the pillow as you drive deep and hard, faster and faster, gripping my hips and my hair. With each forward thrust I back into you, wanting you as much as you want me. You slap my hand away and use your own, expertly working at my clit while you thrust. The combination drives me wild, my body works inexorably toward climax. "I'm going to come," I tell you, and your fingers tighten in my hair, and you moan, my pussy caressing the length of you as I work toward orgasm. I tear your hand away and take over, leaving you free to grip my hips and thrust hard. Your breath comes faster, sweat sheathing your body, dripping on to my back. "I'm going to come, tell me when you are coming," you gasp out, fingers digging into my butt. In a moment I am driven over the edge and there is no need to tell you anything. My orgasm explodes in my body and I gasp, muscles clenching and pleasure flooding my body, my pussy tightening around your cock. You feel this and lose control, coming seconds after, your seed rushing to fill me up. We strain against each other, locked in our mutual climax, calling each other's name. We both collapse on the bed, you still on top of me. After catching my breath I wiggle around to face you. Taking your head in my hands I kiss your forehead, your eyes, your cheeks and your lips. "That was wonderful, Cheri. Thank you." Still panting a little, you brush my hair from my face and smile at me. "Mmm. Thank you. That was... whoo." I chuckle at the look on your face, and kiss you again. Content, we lay together, legs twined and my head on your chest, listening to you breathe. You kiss me and my heart is full. This is where we belong. We are home. Happiness at Last I had been trapped in a marriage that was loveless and sexless for the last 10 years. One evening while on the internet, playing cards, I played a game with a woman who happened to come from my neighborhood. We became on line friends and often talked of our home life. She was married and only a few years younger than me. But her marriage was also loveless and sexless. After we had been playing for a few months, talk got more intimate and suggestive. We cybered and tried phone sex. We enjoyed it, and decided to meet for coffee. We were both just curious about each other. One evening after work, we met at a local donut shop. I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed that evening. We did nothing but talk to each other. It was the first time I had a conversation with a caring woman in 10 years. She listened, to me, and seemed to be interested in what I said. She was funny sweet and although no longer a young woman quite attractive. Even more she made me feel good all over. I had not brought my car, but she had brought hers. Anne then offered to drive me home. I did not want to leave her yet, so I accepted the ride. As we entered her car the overwhelming urge to kiss her overcame me. I kissed my sweet Anne as I had not kissed anyone since my honeymoon. She returned the kiss with equal passion. The she started the car and drove us to a local lover’s lane. Neither of us, both married over 20 years, in loveless marriages, had been to a lover’s lane in more than 20 years. We kissed and petted but did not have sex that night. We both wanted to but we had to be sure. After a few weeks it was Anne’s birthday, but I didn’t know. Anne asked me if I could take her to dinner that evening. My wife really didn’t care if I ate or not since she was going out and leaving me to my own devices. Besides I really wanted to see Anne and spend some time with her. We ate dinner at a romantic Italian restaurant Great food a little wine and a wonderful conversation. I hadn’t felt this way about a woman in many years. I was falling in love all over again. But, this time, with Anne. Little did I know she was falling in love with me too. “Tonight is my birthday.” I looked at her and felt bad that she hadn’t told me before. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have brought you something special. ” “You still can give me something special. Make love to me tonight.” “Anne, are you sure?” “More sure, than I’ve ever been of anything in my life Bruce.” It was a weekday night so the local motels were not busy. We checked into one as she hid her face under her coat. It seemed to fit her personality very well. Her Catholic school upbringing left her uptight and embarrassed about sex. But love does funny things. We had talked about her upbringing and her sex life. She had married as a virgin and never done anything except some oral sex and missionary position sex. She had never been with a man other than her husband and was very afraid. We kissed and petted for a long while. Then she went into the bathroom. About 10 minutes later she came out in a slinky long nightgown. Her eyes had the look of a deer caught in the headlights. But she came to me and kissed me deeply and passionately. I reached under her gown, my hand sliding up her leg. As I reached her center, she said. “I’m so embarrassed, I’m so wet.” “Don’t be it, shows you want me, it’s a compliment to me” I guided her onto the bed and kissed her neck. I kissed her, and lowered her gown. My lips moved closer to her breasts and nipples. She gasped and moaned as my lips and tongue caressed those very feminine mounds. Before long her gown lay on the floor next to the bed. Anne began to undress me then. She did this as if unwrapping her birthday present. He took her time, kissing, and caressing, every bit of skin, as she bared it. She seemed to moan in passion. Then her lips descended onto my penis, engulfing me. Her tongue licked me and caressed me. Her moans grew louder. “Anne stop or it will end now.” I told her that if she didn’t stop now I would finish, and I wasn’t sure of I could get it up again. After all I was over 50 not 20 years old anymore. Her whisper was soft and gentle. Her passion was obvious. “Fuck me now!” I entered her vagina. It was hot wet and tight. “Do you feel how wet I am for you?” Her inner muscles contracted. “Do you feel me cumming on you?” We made love for what seemed like a long time until we both shuddered in orgasm. Her screams could be heard in the hall and other rooms I’m sure. For A while we just laid there and rested cuddled in each others arms. Before long her lips began to move down my body. First sucking and biting my nipples. Then, she went lower and whispered. “I want to taste you.” Her head dipped and she took me into her mouth. Anne moaned as her tongue caressed me and her suction grew. Her head bobbed, my passion grew I began to moan, as did she. My cock entered her throat and she sucked harder. “I’m coming, suck me.” Anne pulled back, just the head of my cock in her mouth. I began to spurt so hard that my muscles ached. She held me until I stopped cumming. Then she pulled off of me, keeping her mouth closed. She fell on to her back keeping my spendings in her mouth, savoring it. Then she swallowed, and cuddled up next to me. We talked and cuddled and had one more very passionate session before the evening ended. We both were looking forward to our next rendezvous. Happiness Found We lay in bed, our legs entwined. My left hand lightly stroking the soft skin of her back. I bent my head forward and softly kissed her forehead as she calmly slept. I could feel the soft velvet skin of our breasts pressed deliciously together and the slick wet folds of her pussy resting on my upper thigh. I listened to the rhythmic sighs of her breathing and felt her warm breath as it caressed my cheeks. A smile of bliss spread across my face as my right hand ran lovingly through her silky auburn hair. My left hand danced slowly down her back and then ran up the gentle flair of her full round hips. My lips moved forward to kiss her pert little nose and then the full softness of her upper lip. Her lips parted as she slept and I pressed mine to her in a soft wet kiss. Outside a cold February wind roared past the window as we lay under a heavy down comforter wrapped in sweet bliss. Never before had I felt so alive, so complete, and so at one with myself. I wanted to caress her entire body, to run my hands over her tantalizingly soft skin, but instead I lay there in her sweet embrace. I wanted to kiss and suckle her big beautiful breast and to drink from the fountain of her soft folds, but instead I lay next to my sleeping beauty and enjoyed the serenity of the moment. I had been lying here since the early hours of the morning drifting in and out of a semiconscious state unable attain a deep sleep because of the flood of emotions running through my body. I had made love to a woman for the very first time and it was the single most satisfying moment of my 28 years. We had met at work, where I was the employee and she the wealthy customer. My boss's instructions were to keep her happy because her accounts meant a lot to the company. Everyday she came into the bank to take care of her finances, and everyday she waited for my window to clear. She was always so friendly and her warm smile sent chills through my body. I had never experienced a conscious attraction to another woman but I found myself drawn to her. She would compliment me on my hair or my clothes and I would thank her while looking into her deep green eyes. She would tell me I look beautiful and I would think that the only true beauty in the entire room was her. She was in her early forties with short hair and a full curvaceous body that made me drool with envy and desire. Her friendly disposition hid her enormous wealth and the stature she had in the community. At night while I lay in bed with my husband my mind was filled with thoughts of her. I was intrigued and confused by my desire for her and I tried to brush it off as curiosity. It was probably due to the decline in my marital happiness, or was it the cause of it. My husband and I now rarely made love and I didn't miss it. Instead I longed to make love to Cynthia the intoxicating woman at work. I would dress for work and wonder what she would think of this outfit or that. I bought new sexy clothes hoping to draw a compliment from the woman I desired, and she would always respond. I cut my blonde hair short and stylish at her suggestion and her response set me afire. She reached across the counter and touched my cheek causing a rush of warmth to spread through my body. She told me the short hair showed off my beautiful face as her hand lightly stroked my soft hair. Then she asked if I would like to go to dinner with her. I told her I would love to as a familiar tingle danced between my thighs. My nipples stiffened at the gentle caress of her hand as it accidentally brushed my breast on it's way across the counter. The rest of work was a blur as my mind spun a web of sensual thoughts and desires. I rushed home after work to change my clothes and freshen up before our date. Is that what it was? Was I really going to Cynthia's house for a date? A date with a beautiful woman I had lusted after for months. I felt like a young school girl getting ready for a dance. Not this outfit, too dressy. Not that outfit, to casual. I finally settled on a blue sleeveless dress that reached just above my knee with a short white jacket. I spread the outfit on the bed and ran a hot bath as I picked out a dark blue matching bra and panty set to wear. I called and left a message for my husband who was in Chicago on business telling him I would be out late with a friend from work and then I called and asked my mother to watch Jessica my two year old daughter for the night. I soaked in the hot tub for an hour trying to relax and settle the butterflies in my stomach. I carefully shaved my legs and trimmed my panty line. I climbed from the tub and toweled myself off while I imagined her gently caressing me. I freshened my sex with a cinnamon scent and picked out my favorite perfume before slipping the lingerie onto my smooth soft body. I dried and styled my hair trying for perfection for the woman of my dreams. As I drove up the long private road to Cynthia's house a thousand butterflies battled in my stomach. This was the point of no return I though as I rang the bell. Cynthia opened the large oak door wearing an elegant long black dress with a low neckline and slits up each leg. she invited me in with a soft kiss on my cheek and I felt my face flush as she took my hand in hers and led me through the large foyer into the sitting room. She told me she had given the servants the night off and it was only the two of us. I felt a flow of moisture seep into my sex at the thought of being there alone with Cynthia. She asked if I would like anything to drink and I wondered if it would help ease the nervousness I was feeling. I told her I would love a glass of wine, a merlot if she had it. I watched her hips sway gently under the sleek black dress as she walked into the kitchen. When she returned she placed the glass of wine of the table and sat beside me. Our thighs lightly touched as she took my hand in hers. I looked at her full red lips and longed to kiss them. She sensed my desire and moved her face to mine. Our lips slowly pressed together and I could taste the sweetness of her lipstick. My eyes closed and my lips parted begging her tongue to enter. Her hands gently held my face as we kissed softly, our passion building. Her tongue licked my lips and teeth before slipping through and dancing with mine. We kissed furiously like two teenagers as passion took over our bodies. Her hands slipped beneath my jacket and softly rubbed my bare skin. My nipples hardened at her gentle touch and my own hands began to roam over her soft curves. I touched her bare back and then caressed her soft hair while we kissed passionately on the couch. The soft chime of a dinner bell interrupted us and let us know that the food was ready. We reluctantly broke our kiss and Cynthia led me by the hand into the dining room. She served our dinner on fine china and we drank our wine from Waterford crystal as I gazed across the table into her beautiful eyes. Her foot slowly slid up my calf as we ate in blissful silence. I reached across the table and touched her hand softly causing her to smile brightly at me. When we finished our meal Cynthia walked around the table to me and helped me to my feet. She pulled me close and kissed me softly. Our bodies pressed tightly together and the soft flesh of our breasts squeezed tight. My arms went around her waist and I pulled her tighter wanting to become one. She kissed me hard our lips parting and our tongues entwined. She pulled her lips away and whispered softly in my ear "I want to make love to you. I have wanted this moment since I first saw your beautiful face and soft brown eyes. Let me take you upstairs and we can experience a night of passion and bliss." I responded by kissing her forehead and I whispered "I want to be with you. I have never been with a woman before, but I have thought about this moment. I have dreamt about touching you and feeling your body on mine. Please take me upstairs. Make love to me. Let me feel the passion and the warmth of you next to me. Yes, please." We entered the bedroom and Cynthia turned to face me. Our lips met again in a passionate kiss while her hands slid my jacket from my arms. She slipped my dress off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor while we continued to kiss. I stepped out of the dress and began to undress the beautiful woman before me. I slid her dress from her soft round shoulders, and past the gentle flair of her hips until she stood before me in just a pair of black lace panties. I kissed her neck and ears while my hands explored her soft feminine curves. She led me to the bed and pressed me down before her as she knelt between my thighs. She lowered herself onto me and I felt her warm soft skin pressed against me. She began to kiss my face and then my neck. I let out a soft moan as her lips brushed the nape of my neck and then trailed down my body. She released my small firm breasts and began to suckle and nibble on my hard aching nipples. I moaned louder as she took the hard nub between her teeth and bit gently. My hands roamed over her back and rubbed her silken skin and she lovingly kissed one breast while her fingers moved lightly over the other. She paid loving attention to my breasts until she sensed my desire for more. She slowly kissed my belly and tongued my navel before settling between my thighs. She pulled my wet blue panties down over my hips and past my feet before holding them to her face. She inhaled my scent and the lewd act sent shivers through my body. She looking lovingly into my eyes as she lowered her beautiful face to my swollen mons. Her lips touched mine and I melted with passion. Her fingers spread my lips and her tongue slid deliciously along the outermost folds of my wet peach. My fingers ran through her soft hair as her mouth brought me to dizzying new heights. She ignored my clit for a long time, just licking deep into my hole and all around while she savored juices. My back arched and my hips bucked trying desperately to rub my aching clit. She knew I was ready now and her tongue attacked my clit like a thirsty kitten drinking milk. I let out a soft yelp at her first contact then settled into the wave of tingling sensations. She brought me to the edge of bliss before backing off causing me to go crazy with desire. Her tongue began to lick my clit again while she slowly inserted her fingers into my warm wet hole. Her tongue brought me closer and closer to climax. My body quivered as I approached the abyss and then as I reached the apex she slipped a finger in my rectum causing a flood of new feelings. My body went stiff then loose, and then stiff again. Wave upon wave of glorious climax shook through my body as I experienced the most fantastic orgasm of my entire life. She pumped her fingers into my two needy holes and ignored my hypersensitive clitoris bringing about another series of small tremors. My back arched, and my legs went rigid before the final ripple rolled past my toes. Cynthia kissed her way up my exhausted body and pressed her delicious curves on top of me. I kissed her lips tasting the familiar sweetness of my juices. I kissed her furiously as our tongues danced a passionate tango. Inspired by her kiss I rolled on top of her and began to explore her sensual body with my mouth and tongue. I lost myself in desire as I caressed and kissed her big beautiful breasts. They were full and soft and the nipples hardened with my touch. Her nipples were long and fat and I sucked on them like a baby. My mouth moved from one marvelous breast to the other nibbling on her swollen nipples while my hands caressed the rest of her fantastic body. She moaned my name and loving words of encouragement as I learned the art of pleasing her. My fingers roamed over her body while her hands ran sensually through my short blonde hair. I kissed my way down her luscious curves. She lifted her bottom so I could slid her panties past her full hips and down her firm tan thighs. I lay between her legs and inhaled her sweet scent. I looked at a woman's folds up close for the first time. Her lips were smooth and shaved and a small mat of fur rested just above her swollen clit. My fingers touched the soft wet flesh as I studied her beauty. I parted her lips with my fingers and lowered my tongue to taste her juices. They were sweet and tangy on my tongue like a combination of honey and a 9 volt battery. My tongue began to move around searching for more juices. Licking her outer lips and then around the outside of her warm swollen lips before sliding deep inside her juicy hole. I lost myself in the warm comfort of her sex as my lips attached themselves to her soft mons. My tongue started to stroke her hard little clit causing her to purr softly. I slipped a finger inside her while my tongue worked softly on her clit. Her fingers held my head steady while her hips moved slowly up and down in time with my tongue. Her breathing became labored as she approached climax. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her warm thighs against my cheeks as I lovingly kissed and sucked on her wanton pussy. She was getting close and began to moan my name and gentle word of encouragement. I was only a beginner but the feelings were so intense that it was as though I had been there a thousand times before. My tongue slid over her clit as my fingers rhythmically moved in and out of her wet warm hole. She began to shiver and quake before her body tensed. Cynthia yelled out my name and let me know that she was cumming. I was rewarded with a flow of her tangy sweet juices as she experienced the sweet contractions of ecstasy. I continued to lick around her sensitive area but avoided her clit while searching for the final drops of her nector. Then I slithered up her gorgeous body and lay beside her. I nuzzled her neck and listened to the pounding of her heart slowly return to normal. I kissed her face and lips and thanked her for the most incredible experience. "The fun has only begun my dear," she said as she kissed my eyelids tenderly. "You mean there is more?" "Oh yes, so much more and we have the whole night to play." She said as her fingers began to roam over my body. She lightly touched my body and for over an hour we lay there just cuddling and caressing each other. I felt the tingling in between my legs again as her lips met mine and we began to passionately kiss again. Her lips trailed down to my breasts again causing me to moan softly. She played with my nipples and squeezed my small round breasts while my eyes closed and I enjoyed the sensations. Her hands moved down to my soaking wet sex and she inserted a single finger. A flood of my juices released and ran down my thigh while her thumb stroked my still sensitive clit. She climbed between my legs and lowered her mouth to my slick folds as she slid a vibrator deep inside me. The tingling between my legs increased while her mouth worked on my clit. I began to climax quickly and repeatedly when her tongue touched my anus. I bucked hard against her face and screamed out in pleasure as her fingers penatrated my tight ass. Her tongue licked me while her vibrator and fingers put me past the point of sanity. The intensity of my climax caused me to black out for a brief moment and when I came to Cynthia was kissing my face and lightly stroking my neck with her fingers. I reached up and kissed her lips my tongue forcing it's way past her teeth. Our tongues danced and played while our hands explored. Our legs entwined and I could feel my pussy rubbing against her thigh. We ground together while we kissed like teenagers until we both climaxed again and then we drifted off to sleep. My sleep was brief because I could not believe what I was feeling, so I just lay in her arms and smiled. Happiness Found I was never one to have "perfect days" but today happen to be one of them. Let's me take you back to the day I never thought I would ever have a "perfect day again". Had a doctor's appointment in the early afternoon so I decided to work only half a day and take a half a day vacation. The week was a slow one for us or I would have gone to work, went to see my doc and then back to work. I was feeling really crappy for about a month and I couldn't shake it. I didn't want to go to the doctor, but my best friend insisted that I go because she told me "You look like what the cat dragged in from last week's trash". She will tell you like it is and if you don't like it, she will tell you to kiss her lily white ass in Macy's window. The past year had been a living hell for me. I lost my job and a boyfriend that I was seeing for about 8 months. One morning I woke up to find a text message on my phone tell me that he had to "explore other love options" and wouldn't be seeing me anymore. Also asked me not to text or call him for any further explanation. I was beside myself and I was confused as why he would do such a fucked up thing to me after telling me a few weeks earlier that I was the best thing that ever happened to him. I found out later on that he was coming out of the closet and decided to tell everyone about his "male lover". He was a great lover and satisfied me in ways that no man ever did. Obviously he knew how to satisfy a man just as much. I thought it would have been a very long time to get over him, but I made my mind up after just two months that I wasn't going to let anyone, or any man get me down again. The girls and I were always going to different places for dinner and entertainment and it kept my mind off Wayne. We happen to go to a great pub just a the border of New York and New Jersey and he turned out to be one of the greatest nights I have ever had in my life. I met a guy, a black guy who was the most wonderful and understanding as well as the most loving and caring man I have ever dated. We struck up a conversation as my friends and his friends were dancing and we happen to sit that one out and watched them dance. Jared was laughing at his best friend as he took my best friend and started to these wild dance moves that I didn't even know that she knew how to do and she admitted later on to have learned them by watching the black entertainment network and enjoyed getting off on watching how the black men make dancing look like they were having sex on the dance floor. I was calling out to my friend to "get down and get nasty" and Jared loved my comment and we began to talk. He asked me why I wasn't out there and I said I would have been the odd one out as they all were partnered up and that he wasn't dancing either. We talked for the next two songs and the "couples" enjoyed another wild "sexy dance" number and then a slower but still wild dance. I was more the ballad and love song kind of girl and Jared said he preferred the slow dances too. Everyone finished and we combined our two tables together and made a night of being with "new friends". Jared and I became fast friends as he asked me to dance a slow dance with him and I could tell that he was going to be someone special in my life. At the end of the dance he kissed me and thanked me for dancing with him. One of the other girls drove that night so I didn't have my car, and Jared offered me a ride home when we would be ready to leave. The others decided to head out to the local diner for a little coffee and a small bite to eat as everyone worked up an appetite except for Jared and myself but we went along anyway. We sat next to each other and he held my hand and asked me if I would consider a date with him one night soon and I said I would. He was so polite and sensitive and I could tell that I was going spend sometime with him before the night was to come to an end. It was 3:30 and thankfully a Friday night into Saturday morning and none of us had to go to work. None of his friends except for his best friend asked any of the girls out and my best friend turned down his best friend because she said that she liked him, as a friend as she doesn't date black men. He took it well but I could tell he really liked her. She did say that they could go dancing again sometime if he wanted and it made him very happy. Jared and I politely excused ourselves as we decided to leave before the rest of the "group" were still eating and having their coffee. My best friend told me to be careful and to call her later in the day. As we walked out Jared handed the waitress that was taking care of our table a tip and also paid for everyone's food and drink. I told him that was very thoughtful of him and he said he did it because if it wasn't for them dancing, he never would have met me. I was so touched and he gave me another kiss on the lips. It was a warm kiss and unlike anything I ever felt when I was kissed by a man before. My apartment was about 20 minutes away and I thought we would never get there. It would be the first time that we would be alone and not have anyone else around. He held my hand the entire ride and I had thoughts of what it would be like to make love to Jared and how he did he enjoy being satisfied. Finally we got to the apartment and I invited him in and he accepted. I opened the door and put on the lights and he admired my apartment and said that he knew it would be because of how great I was dressed. I didn't know what to expect but I was expecting something as I haven't had any sex since Wayne and I parted. I wasn't going to push him into anything but I did comment that had a great time and wish the night didn't have to end. Jared took me in his arms and told me that he wanted to make love to me and didn't know if I would consider getting made love to by a black guy and I told him that I would love to because he was the black guy. I told him also that I always had a "thing" for black guys but I never had been involved with any nor did I ever make love to one. We started off slow with the kisses that were passionate and then became more intense and then the touching started on both our parts and I happened to notice that Jared had a hard on. I didn't think I had the effect on any man. As he grabbed my breast, I grabbed his crotch and I could tell that he was sporting a nice hard on and I wanted to take care of it. I did enjoy giving blow jobs and asked him if he would allow me to and he said he loves when a woman goes down on him. I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough and neither could Jared and before you know it I was on my knees as I put my mouth and lips and the most awesome, sexiest cock I have ever seen in person, magazine or on porno movies. I have seen larger but I wasn't into "size" but quality and performance. I have always enjoyed giving a blow job to my guys but not nearly as much as I did giving one to Jared. He then explored my shaved white pussy as he ate me out and I came for him, not once, but twice. I was already pretty lubed up and he was hard from my sucking, he started slowly entering my pussy. I always practiced safe sex asking Wayne or whoever my partner was to wear a condom, I did not as Jared. I could still feel his cock inside me now as he entered me at a snails pace to tease me but also not to hurt me as I had a tight little pussy and he wanted to see if he could fill me up and he did. I was never so filled by a man's cock before tonight. After starting slow, he picked up the pace and we developed a rhythm and we were going at it like we have been fucking each other for years and he would trust harder and harder each time. He withdrew his cock that was shinny from my juices all over his sexy black rod that enjoy sucking and teasing with my mouth, lips and tongue. He took me from behind as his cock had no troubles entering me from the back entrance and then he had placed his throbbing cock near the entrance of my white ass. He asked me if I wanted anal sex and I told him that I would normally say no but since it was him I would give him and his cock a try. He started off slowly and then pumped into be harder and then his cell went off and he didn't answer it. That had to be the best night of sex I have ever had and he said it was for him and he didn't feel that we "fucked" each other but we made love to each other. He allowed my request of swallowing part of his "hot load" and squirting the rest all over my 40E titties that he sucked, bit and nibbled on and really seemed to enjoy and admitted that he loved "your big white titties". We had weeks and months of great times at dinners, shows, clubs and had a great sex life. One day Jared showed up at my apartment and had a very sad look on his face and my heart was in my stomach. Jared handed me back the key to my apartment and told me that earlier in the day when he told me he was a a meeting, he was but it was at the hospital. His cancer had returned and he was set up to go thru more radiation treatments to kill some of the new cancer cells that they found on his lungs. He didn't want me to have to watch him and care for a sick man and I demanded that he keep the key because I wasn't going to leave him and wanted to take care of him because of how much I was in love with him. He told me that he loves me more than he has ever loved any other woman, but didn't feel that it was fair for him to burden him with "his health issues" and I told him he would not be a burden. They were going to start his treatments soon and I told him that he was moving in with me and giving up his smaller apartment. I had a very large apartment with two bedroom, combination living room/dining room. kitchen, bathroom and a small little room I made into a little office for myself to write out my bills, keep my laptop and PC and fax machine. I also had a small area where my washer and dryer were with a divider which one side was a food pantry/storage area. I lucked out with this apartment as I was able to keep all my things and still have room for more. My living room was nice with the flat screen television that supported my cable, DVD and CD's player combo. Jared had started his treatments and the doctors told me that it wasn't helping him and they were afraid that the cancer keeps on spreading and they don't want to open him up and do any operations because it may end his life sooner and I know I couldn't go out without him in my life. I did try to put it in my mind that if something should happen, I would have to be strong and carry on because Jared and I did have "the talk" about the possibility of him dying and I told him I wouldn't let him. Jared grew weaker and I was finding it harder and harder to hold up but I did in front of him and cried myself to sleep after he had fallen asleep. The doctor had called me two mornings later and said that they had to do another scan of his lungs and the last one showed that he may possibly lose one of his lungs and one of his kidneys. We decided that we would not lie to Jared about his condition and he was handling it well. I held him tight and told him that he didn't have to play the strong man and not break down if it was getting to him and he insisted that he was strong for me. I told him that he didn't have to be strong for me but to be himself. I was in the bathroom the other morning and I heard Jared talking and I thought he may have been on the phone but he wasn't. He was praying to God that I would be taken care of after his death and that he doesn't want to die knowing that I would be crying over him but to be glad that he would no longer suffer. He also started to cry and I wanted to go in the bedroom and tell him that he could let it all out in my arms but I didn't want him to think I was listening to his "talks with God". He was scheduled to go for another treatment and would be staying a few nights in the hospital and then another scan of the lung. The treatment went very well and it would be two more days when he would get the results. I decided to stay in the hospital in the wing dedicated to and especially for the families of the very ill patients and it would be at no cost for us. On the day the results were in, I had a scheduled meeting with his doctor to find out if the next step was removing his lung and kidney at the same time or one at a time. As I was walking towards the doctor's office that he had at the hospital, the doctor came down the hall heading for his office and had a happy smile on his face and it looked as if he had a great morning so far. I had knocked on his door and he was still smiling as he asked me to come in sit that he had news for me. I came prepared with my list of questions and a purse filled with tissues preparing myself to go into a crazy fit of crying. The doctor had to me that the scan showed that the cancer was almost gone from both the liver and the lung. It was almost like a miracle and I still cried with tears of joy. He showed me the scans side by side and it was almost like the cancer never existed. I hugged the doctor and he he would still have to run a few extra tests but I would be able to be Jared home in a week. The doctor and I went into Jared's room to find him sitting up and looked almost as good as the night I first met him and I had a good feeling inside. Jared told us how good he felt and his nurse said that he ate his breakfast good that morning and asked for an extra helping of french toast and sausage (his favorite breakfast food). After telling Jared that he was cancer free would see his next birthday and many more, he couldn't thank the doctor enough for helping him and he said that he didn't think he did it because he had nothing to do with it. As the doctor met me in the hall as I was just getting back from the ladies room, we heard some talking coming out of Jared's room and we stood by and cracked open the door. Jared was praying to God and thanking him for allowing him to have a chance to live a longer life. He thanked God for helping me through it all and told him that he was going to marry me after he is released from the hospital. I never thought I would have a happy or "perfect" day after the love of my life left me for another man. I also thought that I found happiness ever again until Jared came along. Jared is no cancer free for two years now and next week will mark our first wedding anniversary and we are planning a second honeymoon and this time we are going to St. Thomas on a cruise and we are both looking forward to it. We are also looking forward next year when we start trying to have a family. I know that Jared will be a good father and I will try and be a great mother to my child/children as my parents were to me. Jared never knew his dad and he is enjoying hearing stories from my mom and dad. I never thought I could ever be this happy. I often thought about how I was such a doubter and unhappy camper after Wayne left me. I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if this was Wayne and not Jared but I try to block out Wayne. I feel sorry for Wayne as his partner recently died from AIDS. I went to the service and Wayne wanted to be with me again and I had to break the news to him that I was already taken and married to Jared. I showed him my wedding picture and he said that he was disgusted with me marrying a black guy and allowing this guys black cock inside my pussy and my mouth. I told him it isn't for him to care about himself and not to worry about me. I am very happy now and love my life with Jared. Wayne was just tested today and he tested positive to AIDS after having unprotected sex with his late partner. Like they always say "Every dog has his day" and now Wayne is going to more ahead. Happiness House Jennifer's feet were killing her. It was her forth day in Toronto, evening actually, it was just after 10:00 PM and getting dark. She felt completely drained. She needed to sit down, but the cheap backpacker's hotel she was booked into was filled with over-zealous and over-happy and constantly smiling backpacking tourists with timetables, schedules and itineraries. She refused to be pulled into any sing-along or some other happy vacation pastime the owners of the hotel had planned that evening for their guests. She was tall, 5'10", her dark hair hung half way down her back, she had beautifully expressive green eyes and she weighed about 125 lb, and reasonably happy with how she looked, ok maybe she wasn't a perfect 10, but certainly not a 0 either! Maybe a 9.5! Her makeup was expertly applied. Her hair looked freshly brushed. Her breasts were a magnificent 36D (sometimes C); she was 24 years old and single, unfortunately. She had left home and everything behind her, her bedsitter, her job and come to Canada on a whim. It had all begun when her girlfriend of two years announced on Jennifer's 24th birthday, that she was getting engaged. When Caroline admitted she had been two-timing her with a man, Jennifer's world fell apart. To add insult to injury, she asked Jennifer to be her bridesmaid. She had spent the first two days of her stay in Toronto checking out the sights before looking for a job. Seriously looking for a job. The want ads listed hundreds of jobs, however not having a work permit, she discovered, was a serious drawback. She had gone for interviews the whole day. From 7 interviews she had been offered a job as a telemarketer, phone-sex worker, escort, and as a 'trainee' at a massage parlour. None appealed to her. She spotted a bar, just off Queen St, about 3 streets from her hotel. 'Happiness House' the name appealed to her wry sense of humour, she felt anything but happy, but she stepped into the batwing doors of the bar anyway. She was pleasantly surprised the bar's interior reminded her of the neighbourhood pubs of home. She slid onto a comfy bench seat of the only vacant snug and rolled her head around slowly, she was tired and feeling more than a little out of her depth. She lifted her long dark hair up for a second. She had dressed smartly for job interviews. Her feet were thrust into Bally ankle boots, her short designer black dress displayed her legs well, not to mention her ripe 36D breasts and concave belly, even exhausted, and she made a pretty picture. Even though the bar was relatively busy, a server made her way over. Jennifer ordered a beer, on being asked what brand, she replied. "Whatever you drink, I'm new to Canada." Soon a red labelled Molson Export was put in front of her with a tall frosted glass. From behind her, she became aware of the opening strains of 'Teardrops on my guitar'. It was Jennifer's all time favourite; she slipped out of the booth, beer in hand, and slid onto a barstool where she could see the singer. The woman, who sat on a slightly raised stage, and was strumming an acoustic guitar while singing, took Jennifer's breathe away. She had long flowing dark hair. Her cornflower blue eyes were large and expressive. She had long lashes that made her eyes appear mysterious; eye shadow enhanced their natural beauty. Her eyebrows had been plucked to thin-ish arches. Her cheekbones were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was heart shaped, her nose was straight and slender with narrow nostrils, her mouth was wide, with sensual lips She was dressed in black jeans and a tooled leather belt with an oversized oval western buckle and a simple white tee-shirt. Her feet were in a pair of fancy stitched high heeled black western boots that matched her belt; she cradled her guitar and crooned softly, her voice lilted, her eyes straying over the audience as she sang the story of unrequited teenage love. Jennifer's attention was taken away from the singer momentarily by the man sitting next to her at the bar. His beer belly hung over his belt as he straddled his barstool, a pair of mismatched and inelegant gold chains and half unbuttoned shirt drew attention to his lack of neck and double chins. "Like another one?" He yelled unnecessarily loudly, over the music, pointing to her beer. She shook her head, ghosting a grimace that could be mistaken for a smile, before turning her attention back to the singer. The beefcake made the mistake, and draped his fleshy arm around her. She wasn't in the mood to tell him to go sling his hook politely, her retort was a universal "Fuck off, asshole!" The man dropped his arm so fast you would have thought she had bitten him. "Dyke bitch." He muttered. Before things could get out of control, the singer, who had spotted the pretty brunette's plight, flicked some switches and trained a spotlight on Jennifer, before picking up an electric blue Fender Stratocaster and launching into the Hollies' "Long cool woman in a black dress." A very large bald biker dude ambled up, poked the rejected man's chest none too gently before gesturing his thumb to the door. "You're outta here man! Dont make me throw you out!" He said just loud enough to be heard over the song, taking the man by the shoulder and half leading him to the door. He returned to the far end of the bar, and leaned against the wall, and gave the singer the thumbs up. The singer winked and finished the raunchy song. "Y'all give me take my breath away." She said to her applauding audience. "Gimme 10 and an Ex, and I begin a new set." She set her Fender gently on a stand and stepped off the stage. Jennifer saw the singer was tall, in her high heeled Western boots she looked close to 6' she made her way to the bar, and pushed her way till she was alongside her. "Are you ok?" She asked, making eye contact and smiling. She nodded to the server behind the bar and a red labelled Molson Export was instantly in front of her. She lifted the brown bottle in a half salute before bringing the bottle to her lips and drinking deeply. "Man that hit the spot." She exclaimed. Jennifer watching her swallow the beer like it was water."Yes I'm fine thank you, thank you for sending the bouncer over." It was intoxicating watching her drink, Jennifer was entranced. She stammered. "Can I buy you another?" She asked as the singer put the empty bottle on the counter. "Nah let me get you one." She offered, signalling the server again. A pair of Exports were set in front of them. "I'm guessing from your accent you are a long way from home." Jennifer nodded. "I arrived here a few days ago." Jennifer admitted. "I'm Jennifer, pleased to meet you." She offered holding out her hand. The singer shook her hand. "Arleen, Arleen Armstrong." She introduced herself, holding Jennifer's hand and smiling broadly. "Why are you so far from home?" Maybe it was the beer; maybe it was the attraction she felt, or the sudden dampness seeping into her panties. She launched into her story, ending with. "So here I am, and I think tomorrow I'm becoming a telemarketer, it seems to the lesser of all the evils I've been offered all day." "Your ex must be nuts! I certainly wouldn't let you go, you are absolutely beautiful, and I love your accent." Arleen commented, her own accent certainly wasn't Canadian either, Jennifer discerned, it was a lazy Southern drawl, from below America's Mason-Dixon Line."But that's a man for you." She smiled. Jennifer blushed and blurted out. "Her name is Caroline, my ex, I mean." She waited for the curtain to fall behind Arlene's eyes when she admitted her sexual preference. Arleen's wide smile made her blush beetroot red. "Ah, hang about, will ya?" I need to do one more set, we'll have a few more beers after I've finished, will you stay?" She asked. Jennifer could only nod, as Arleen made her way back onto the stage. She picked up, and plugged in the Strat, flicked a few toggles on her mixer board, and launched into a cover of Donovan's 'Jennifer Juniper'. The rest of the set went by, with Arleen doing various genres, and interacting with her audience, keeping their attention occasionally mocking them, picking on some individual before finishing the set with a sensual rendition of The Moody Blues', 'Nights in white satin'. "Y'all who are sober enough, drive home safe, the rest of ya, cabs are outside and waiting. Come on back again tomorrow night, we need the money. God bless and good night." She flicked the lights on bright, and the bouncers, led by the big bald biker began shepherding the patrons to the door. It took about 15 minutes to close the bar. The light were on high, a huge man with an enormous pot belly walked up to her. "Time to go sweetheart, we want to go home to!" He ordered. The biker ambled over. "She's with Arleen." He said as Arleen slipped into the booth with a pair of dewy beers, clutched in her hands. "Thanks Grizz." She grinned at him, before turning to the other bouncer. "Check that there are enough cabs out there Dale, we don't want the cops here again saying our patrons are being rowdy." The huge man semi saluted and wandered in the rough direction of the exit, pushing the last of the stragglers out of the bar with his enormous belly. Arleen tilted her head back and lifted the bottle to her lips, and swallowed, until the bottle was empty. She held the empty bottle to the friendly biker. "Can you get me another Grizz?" She asked, smiling at him. "Sure thing Arleen." He replied moving slowly to the bar, and returning with another for her. Arleen took the beer and began sipping. "Jenny meet Grizz, Grizz meet Jenny." She introduced. Jennifer lifted her hand, which was swallowed by the biker's huge paw. "I'm Jennifer, pleased to meet you, Grizz." She emphasized her full name. "Likewise I'm sure, Jennifer." Her answered respecting her full name, his tone and demeanour far different from his projected image of a biker, his voice was well modulated and accent hinting that he was far from the lout he appeared to be. "Grizz. Have you seen Melody?" Arleen asked once the introductions were complete. "I saw her last during your second set, just before Jennifer had trouble with that idiot." Grizz answered, pointing towards Jennifer and winking. Just then another woman walked towards the booth, Jenifer estimated her to be in her to mid 20's. Her long thick blonde hair was casually swept back, and long enough to almost touch the silver belt she wore. She was really short, a little over 5' Jennifer guessed. Her eyes were green, with a cute turned up nose, her lips wide and sexy, her breasts, beneath a thin silvery blouse that matched the silver belt, were generous and proud, her designer jeans, showed her figure off extremely well. When she drew nearer Jennifer noticed that her large eyes were green and flecked with gold and her skin unblemished and unadorned by any cosmetics. She bent forward and kissed Arlene, before turning to Grizz. "Hey Grizzo! Good work tonight bud." She patted his enormous shoulders, before slipping alongside Arleen, and taking the beer out of the singer's hand. "Nuff for you 'Leen!" She said before sipping from the bottle. "Who's this?" she asked. Arlene made the introductions. "Melody, meet Jennifer, she used Jennifer's whole name, not shortening it to Jenny. Jennifer put the bottle down in front of her, held out her hand, noticing that both Arleen and Melody wore identical Celtic wedding rings. Melody put the beer she was drinking down, out of Arleen's reach. They shook hands. She also noticed that after shaking hands, Melody and Arleen held hands. If silence could be deafening, the silence that followed Jennifer and Melody shaking hands, was roaring. Jennifer blushed profusely. Her panties began to moisten. Arleen lifted Melody's hand to her lips. "Jennifer needs a job, or tomorrow she starts hooking." She said. "I was thinking she could work here. We need more servers, since we fired Helen and Debbie." Melody stared at Jennifer for a few seconds. "Ever waitressed before?" She asked. "A little when I need cash at University. I'm a secretary, I've spent the last two days going for job interviews, but as I've discovered, if you wan t to work here, you need a work permit. I'm such an idiot." Jennifer admitted. Melody chuckled. "The job pays $10.00 an hour, you start at 6:00PM and finish at 2:00AM on Saturdays and Sundays you might work afternoons which means you get the next shift off, we're closed Mondays. There's a communal tip jar, any tips given to you personally you keep, the rest you put in the jar. The doormen and kitchen staff share 20% the rest is shared out among you girls. There's no drinking on the job, no sex with the patrons, during working hours or on the property. Can you start tomorrow?" Melody, all business, asked. All Jennifer could do is nod and stammer. "Thank you, yes, of course, tomorrow? I'll be here at 6:00, thank you." She sat stunned, before asking. "What do I need to wear?" "Whatever you feel comfortable in, most of the girls are in jeans and sneakers with T's we don't have bar T's yet we've only been open a few weeks. Grizz made a gesture, and stated. "Everyone has gone, outside. I'm outta here, all the doormen can go." He walked sedately to the bar and pulled on a set of biker's colours. "See you girls tomorrow evening, at about 8:00." He said as he walked out the door, it clicked, locking itself as the huge biker left the bar. "Hells Angels?" Jennifer asked, nervously. Arleen pointed to a big sign above the main doors. "NO COLOURS NO ATTITUDE". He just works for us; we have no affiliation with any club. "On the other hand it certainly helps having someone with his reputation working here." A pretty server came with a big ledger, and put it in front of Melody."Cashed up, all correct, there's $926.00 in tips, thats, $133.00 per server and $185.00 for the 3 doormen." "Awesome Bonnie, see ya tomorrow, oh yeah, meet Jennifer, she starts tomorrow, she'll be behind the bar with you and Nicky." Bonnie nodded and shook hands. "See you all tomorrow." She said as she left. The three women sat in comfortable silence, with Melody and Jennifer sipping their beers."Where are you staying, Jennifer?" Melody asked. "Um The Backpacker's Inn. Its cheap and clean, it was recommended to me when I bought my ticket." Jennifer answered. "Oh Lord, George and Sylvia, do they still have sing-alongs?" Arleen asked. Jennifer grinned ruefully. "Thats the reason I'm not there tonight, but I should get going, its almost 2:30, and its quiet a walk." "You cant walk there this time of night, you may as well stay here, we've got a spare room." Melody suggested while standing and leading the way to the back of the bar and up some stairs. The space upstairs from the bar still smelled of new paint, and was obviously the couple's home. The stairs led to a large parlour type sitting room, one wall was dominated by guitars. There were electrics and acoustics, different makes and styles, and a beautiful silver Dobro, obviously an original, next to a set of empty clips, and the outline of a Fender Stratocaster. Melody opened a door. "There ya go, Jennifer, sweet dreams." Arleen and Melody walked hand in hand through another door, leaving Jennifer alone in the bedroom. The room itself was large, with a double bed and still new furniture. She sat on the bed, bouncing up and down testing the mattress. She stood long enough to pull the Bally boots off and slip out of the expensive black Chanel. She unclipped her bra, and felt the cool air caress her breasts, bliss, after being confined all day, she pulled off her panties and left them in a ball with her bra on the floor. She lay back on top of the covers naked. Instinctively Jennifer's hand had begun meandering across her body. Lost in reverie and beginnings of lust, she spread her thighs as wide as she could, and lay on her back, head up against the pillows and headboard, her right hand grinding across her moistening pussy lips, her left hand fattening her nipples with feather-light caresses until they became so sensitive, they began to ache, her back arched, quickly she inserted two fingers into her waiting wetness, her thumb bent slightly until it mashed up hard against her clit, there, oh yes just there! With her legs spread out wide, toes dug into the downy softness of the bed under her, she began to hump her hand. Her mind wandered and she began to mutter. "Oh Arleen fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkkkkk me! Tongue my pussy! Make me cummmmmm............" It didn't take long, her orgasm began with telltale electric tics along her inner-thighs; her breathing quickened to short gasps as rapture flooded her, in waves of pure physical gratification. Her eyes closed as wave upon wave of sexual release."Arleen.......of fuck! You are so wonderful......." she groaned. The door opened. "Hey, are you ok?" Melody asked from the door before approaching the bed watching while Jennifer lay spread open wide, still stroking herself. Jennifer's right hand tried to cover her wet gaping pussy, while her left arm covered her breasts. Melody sat on the bed next to her. She bent forward slightly and pulled Jennifer's arm away from inadequately covering her lush breasts. Her lips brushed Jennifer's still sensitive nipples. Current flowed from Melody's lips, Jennifer's nipples surged into rubbery hardness. Melody's mouth was amazingly hot and wet and her lips were soft, Jennifer's whole breast was sucked into Melody's mouth and her covering hand was brushed away by Arleen's hand. Jennifer felt Melody's palm cover her pussy. Nimble fingers slid easily into the cleft. Melody's hand began slow steady swirls, round and round, pressing hard against Jennifer's softness. Slender fingers probed her pussy, soon a slow sensual rhythm developed, Jennifer's breathing shallow and almost hesitant as Melody began to speed up. Jennifer's breast popped out of Melody's mouth and with deliberate slowness, Melody slid her tongue down until she crouched between Jennifer's legs. Her mouth was incredibly hot and wet; Her soft lips mashed themselves hard against Jennifer's mons, while her clever fingers delved deeper and faster. Her tongue flicked upward finding Jennifer's shy clit hard and rigid. She sucked noisily. Jennifer's hands tangled themselves into Melody's hair. She arched herself so much her body was off the bed. She gripped Melody while humping herself closer and closer to her orgasm. She came with a gush and a primal squeal, her heartbeat loud in her ears. She released her hold on Melody's matted and now wet long blonde hair. And she sank spent onto the bed. Melody still between Jennifer's thighs licked and preened her. From the door Arleen chuckled. "You started without me!" She complained, as she slipped naked onto Jennifer's bed and caressed Melody's ass, and her hand moved with confidence and familiarity to Melody's pussy. She crowded over Melody, forcing her knees wider from behind, until there was room enough for Her face. Melody ground her face involuntarily into Jennifer's sensitive pussy as Arleen's wet warm mouth found what they had so urgently sought. It wasn't long before Melody was squirming, her face ground into Jennifer's pussy, her nose accidently pressing onto Jennifer's clit. Their orgasms were simultaneous and loud, Melody crumpling in between Jennifer's legs, her ass high in the air, her thighs still wide and Arleen licking at her delicately. For a while there was a contented silence, but it wasn't long before both Melody and Jennifer began to caress Arleen. She spread herself open to both. It was Melody, who, with familiar experience snuggled in between Arleen's widespread legs. Jennifer slid over until her lips met Arleen's. They kissed wetly, their tongues dancing. Arleen's hand cupped Melody's still sensitive pussy from behind, which she squeezed possessively, before spreading the outer lips allowing the cool air into her superheated core. Melody sighed contentedly and with two fingers, she spread Arleen's labia, gentle fingertips traced tight circles around a stiff little clit. Arleen sucked her breath and most of Jennifer's tongue, as without warning, Melody slid her thumb into Arleen's cunt. To Melody, it felt like wet cloying velvet, she used her thumb like it was a penis; she fished it side to side, in and out, toying and teasing, while her finger continued to circle her aching clit. Happiness House Arleen wanted to cum, she needed to cum, the pounding in her head reached a fever. Jennifer reached out and pinched her nipple; torturing and pulling the trapped flesh between thumb and fore finger, bringing Arleen so close to orgasm. Her pussy felt like it was a volcano, so hot with ripples of pure pleasure beginning deep inside her belly and radiated outwards, each swipe of Melody's fingertips around her clit made her shiver, she began to bite her bottom lip while Jennifer still kissed and locked their lips wetly. The tickle reached a crescendo; finally the orgasm came like a runaway 18 wheeler, overloaded and smashing everything before it. Arleen screamed, her body convulsing, every fibre of her being touching heaven. She roughly pushed Melody from between her legs and gripped her hands over Jennifer's where she pinched her nipples The aftershocks were just as delicious, she lay on her belly, sated as both her lovers stroked and loved her. Happiness is a Prop Gun >ELECTRIC CHAIRS ACROSS AMERICA: OUR BLOG >July 17th >Well, we made it to Nebraska. It's probably about as exciting as you could expect in mid-July. >Expecting a big crowd tonight, though. >Death row seems to play well for audiences of gun owners... "Oh yeah, baby, that's it, keep going, you big gorgeous hunk of man meat, give me more..." >Now if Jason and company would just pipe down long enough to let me write... Carrie Pershing blinked, reread her last sentence, and quickly deleted it, shaking her head at the pitfalls of stream-of-consciousness blogging. Almost without thinking, she removed her sandal and pitched it at the wall in the direction of the sound. In the pause that followed the loud *thunk*, she yelled, "Keep it down, you three, you'll have the whole hotel up here complaining!" She couldn't be sure, but was that a muffled "Kiss my ass" from the other room? Carrie smirked, kicked off her other sandal, and returned to her tour blog, but her train of thought had long since departed. She stared out the window for inspiration, but the sight of yet another cornfield in yet another heat wave was perhaps not the source of inspiration she was looking for. In the midday heat, there was really no point in wandering around the city, so she and all fifteen of her traveling companions had stayed in the hotel since their arrival this morning. There were a couple of movies being shown, at least one video game battle in progress, and a few liaisons of a different nature...like the three boys in the room next door. Sometimes, Carrie silently regretted being in charge of this group. The play had been a hit at the university when she'd first put it on (as a freshman, turning eighteen two weeks before opening night). And when the National Coalition to Abolish the Death Penalty had offered to sponsor a fifty-state tour the following summer, who could have refused? Certainly not a Political Science major with stage-struck dreams. So she'd gathered her old cast, hired a few replacements for those who had graduated, and handed out plane tickets for Seattle and bus tickets thereafter. Occasionally, though, it would be nice to duck responsibility and just enjoy the ride, she reflected. As part of the difficulty of keeping ten men and eight (now down to six, after two family emergencies) women sane over the summer, she'd established a free-and-easy attitude toward sleeping arrangements. As long as nobody got knocked up or diseased, she frankly didn't give a damn about who slept with whom. Hence the arrangement involving her stage manager, her assistant director, and a charming actor in the room next door. (Come to think of it, the stage manager had to have been the mouthy one. She filed that under 'potential blackmail material' with a grin.) As it stood, though, being in charge meant no making the first move. Sure, she'd slept with most of the men and at least one of the women, but it was always up to them rather than her. And it looked like they were all busy, so Carrie turned to Bob to relieve the tension that had begun building between her legs as she listened to the boys. She saved the draft blog post, shut her laptop, stowed it on the bedside table, and found her purse. From a well-concealed pocket, she extracted a five-inch, plain black marbled vibrator. This was Bob, short for Battery-Operated Boyfriend. "Hey there, baby," she whispered to herself as she fondled the silicon length. "Wait here while I slip into something more comfortable..." With a quick rummage in her suitcase, she exchanged her black Pittsburgh Steelers T-shirt for a black nylon camisole, with built-in bra. The jeans went back into the suitcase and were replaced by a long red wrap skirt, product of some long-forgotten Celtic festival. The casual blue panties joined the jeans, without a replacement. Her hair, her one vanity, was released from its ponytail to hang to her waist, shining and straight, the color of the corn in the fields nearby. Much more comfortable, she lay back on the hotel bed and switched the vibe on. One hand drifted up to massage her breast as the other guided Bob to tease her clit, moving in small, gentle circles. A small sigh escaped her as her natural lube began to flow, and she pinched her left nipple hard as she moved the small buzzing cock down towards its goal. Carrie's moans grew slightly louder as Bob slipped inside her and nestled at full length, buzzing happily, teasing Carrie into biting her lip to keep quiet. Wouldn't want the boys next door to think her a hypocrite... In a fabulous example of inopportune timing, someone knocked on the door. Carrie, startled, caught her breath and called out, "Who is it?" "Uh, it's Mark. Can I come in?" Carrie switched off Bob and sighed. Of all the people to catch her masturbating, the gorgeous brown-eyed Texan was probably not ideal. "Yeah, just gimme two seconds." Unceremoniously, she wiped the toy off on her skirt and stashed it somewhere in the sheets. Mark St. Pierre waited about five seconds, then opened the door and shoved a suitcase in before him. "Mind if I room with you today? I don't think I can take another minute of those three by myself." He jerked his head in the direction of the room next door, tossing his well-groomed brown hair. "Were you on the other side?" Carrie giggled. "Got it in one. Man, what a racket." Mark kicked off his loafers, dropped without preamble onto the unoccupied bed, then raised himself up on one elbow to face his companion. "So is that what you're wearing tonight?" Carrie blushed slightly, keeping the real reason she'd changed a secret. "Quite possibly. Not this top, but the skirt would work for a hippie character, don't you think?" "Definitely. Wear that top, though, and even if they don't like the play, your figure will earn us a standing ovation!" "Mark!" She threw a pillow at him, mostly to hide her blushing. He caught the pillow, rose, returned it to its rightful place on the bed, and tackled her, pinning her to the bed without warning. Gently, he clasped both her wrists above her head with one hand, brushing her hair out of her face with the other. He leaned down and kissed her lips ever so gently, placing one hand on the bed for balance...and finding something hard and round beneath the sheets. "My, my...what have we here?" Carrie's face turned as red as her skirt. "Uh. I don't suppose you could forget you ever saw that?" She moved to release one hand and take the toy, but Mark's grip was too strong. He held it well out of her reach, inspecting it with interest. "Only five inches? Man, your expectations are low." "Hey, that was what Spencer's had that could fit in my purse," she retorted. "Now, can I *please* have it back?" "Au contraire. I think we can have a little fun with this." Mark grinned, then expertly unbuckled his belt one-handed and removed it. Slightly less expertly, he used it to bind her hands. "Now, wait there like a good girl while I go look for something." He crossed the room to his suitcase, unzipped an outer pocket, and produced one of their props: a less-than-realistic plastic blank-firing handgun, with a wide, smooth barrel. "Mark, what is that doing out of the prop bag?" "Jason's too afraid of the props being stolen, so he handed them out and told us each to keep one. Lucky me." Mark twirled the gun on one finger, stalling for time as he studied his director's body. He picked up her vibrator from the bed again and inhaled. "Man. This is still fresh. Did I catch you in the middle of something?" Carrie's response was a challenging grin, totally unsuited to one with her hands tied. "Why don't you come find out for yourself?" The bulge that had been growing in Mark's jeans nearly snapped into full hardness when he heard that. He slipped his hands under the hem of Carrie's camisole and drew it upward, leaving it tangled around her hands with his belt. The girl's bare, 34C breasts were a tantalizing sight, nipples half-hard and the size of a silver dollar. With a wicked grin, Mark turned on the vibrator and rubbed it gently over her nipples, coating them with her juices as he watched them harden before his eyes. Carrie gasped and nearly bit through her lip to stifle a cry of pleasure. This display was just too enjoyable for him to remain a spectator. Mark stripped off his white T-shirt, tossed it on the opposite bed, and nearly fell to his knees in his eagerness. He slipped one hard, slick nipple into his mouth as he continued to tease the other with the buzzing toy. With his free hand, he worked her skirt free of the wrapping and let it fall to the floor. Without taking his mouth from her breast, he slid his free hand down over her torso, letting his fingers just brush against her damp, swollen pussy lips. Her deep moan told him he'd better stop if he had intentions of further play. Abruptly, he withdrew his hands and his lips, standing up and grinning down at the naked girl sprawled on the bed. "Mind indulging me in a little fantasy?" "Do I have a choice?" she shot back. "I'm naked with my hands firmly tied. Isn't that, like, the beginning to *every* fantasy?" "Nah, not quite. Some of them involve Megan Fox, and some of them involve Megan Fox and Audrey Hepburn. But most of them." "TMI, dear. So, I take it you start." Mark unwound the belt from her wrists, but he planted a knee on her stomach as a warning against getting up. This time, he fastened the belt to one wrist and tied it clumsily around the bedpost. He then borrowed two of Carrie's collection of garish nylon sashes and bound her ankles to the bottom posts. As a final touch, he laid her vibrator by her side, then picked up the gun and pointed it at her. "Now, you are going to do EXACTLY as I say, you hear me?" "What do you want with me?" she shot back, playing scared. "I want you, and everything you have to offer. Now, I left you one free hand for a reason. Pick up that toy, you horny little slut." Carrie didn't move. Mark kept his face carefully neutral as he traced the prop gun down her body, starting at her jaws, moving in a straight line down her neck, teasing each of her still-hard nipples, dragging it lightly down her stomach, until he came to her shaved and soaking wet mound. Pointing the barrel of the gun where Bob had been just a few minutes ago, he murmured in a low voice, "Maybe THIS will make you behave." And he shoved the barrel of the gun deep into her pussy. Carrie jerked. "You really, really don't want to do that." Mark laughed. "I disagree. Now, be a good little fucktoy, and nothing will happen. Capisce?" Carrie let her head fall back in a resigned posture and picked up her vibe, secretly thrilling at the domination. Mark was just rough enough to be exciting, while still being respectful of the girl's wishes. Absolutely dreamy, thought Carrie, opening her eyes... Mark, meanwhile, had stripped to his briefs, pausing until he met Carrie's eyes to drop those. His cock made Carrie's vibe look inadequate indeed, they both thought. "You, my dear, are going to tease your nipples with that vibe, while you suck my cock. Understood?" He didn't expect a reply, and the only one he got was Carrie's lifted head and waiting mouth. Mark's seven-and-a-half inches eased into Carrie's mouth almost all the way; she had yet to master the deep-throat technique, but she managed to swallow a good six inches, and she sucked at it with a will. The vibrator teased her nipples into full hardness as she licked and sucked hard at Mark's cock, conscious of the stimulus in her pussy all the while. Mark pulled out when he felt the first twinges of his orgasm, reluctant to cum quite yet, and still teasing Carrie. "Mmm, you've been such a good little slut...shall I finish you off?" She whispered, "Please?" She had tried to fuck her tits with the vibrator, which is not as easy as it sounds with one hand, and had since returned to teasing her nipples. Mark slowly began to slide the barrel of the prop gun in and out of her pussy. "Awfully dangerous to toy with these things, you know." In. "But really..." Out. "Isn't danger fun?" In. "Mark, damn you, don't hold me like this, you fucking tease..." Carrie murmured, squirming, desperate to cum, nearly passing out with the sensory overload. Ever the gentleman, Mark complied, increasing the tempo of his back-and-forth motion, hearing the sloshing sounds of a girl very near the breaking point. At the same time, he jerked his cock over her pale torso, straining to hold back until she came. All thoughts of the boys next door were washed from Carrie's mind as her orgasm finally broke, leaving her shuddering on the bed for a good thirty seconds with a prop handgun between her legs. Mark finally gave in and shot his load over her torso, thick white lines of cum coating her breasts and her stomach, just barely missing her hair. When it was over, she lay panting, still bound, and he had to steady himself against the bedpost. Mark untied her leisurely, kissed her warmly, and collected their toys. He went into the bathroom to grab a washcloth for Carrie, tossed it out to her, and washed off the vibrator and the gun, taking special care with the prop lest Jason have his head on a platter. He returned with clean and dry toys and a towel around his waist to find Carrie tying on a robe, with a very crumpled washcloth beside her. Carrie held out her hand for the toys, and Mark passed them over. Bob returned to his place in Carrie's purse. The gun she held up for inspection, though. "The Beatles had it right," she commented to Mark. "Happiness really is a warm gun." Happiness Is A Warm Gun What kind of a man would fuck his best friend's wife? I had asked myself that very question a hundred times in the past week. It was still going through my mind as I pulled into Zack's driveway. I parked and grabbed a duffel bag off the seat. Julia was waiting for me and opened the door before I could ring the bell. "You're very punctual, Mike," smiled Julia as she ushered me into the house. "Well, the promise of a piece of your sweet ass is reason enough to be on time," I responded. "I would have been here six days ago if I could have fucked you then!" Julia had always given the impression that she was a lady, and well above crude speech and behavior. I wondered if I had pushed too hard. I saw a slight frown cross her face. Then it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm sure Zack would have been upset if you had tried it a week ago, Mike. You know we had to wait until he left for his weekend business trip. And until I dropped the kids off at my mothers," she added. I stepped up to Julia and slid my hand down her blouse and cupped her full breast. It was heavy and firm and the nipple quickly hardened as I tugged on it with my fingers. "Mike! Would you like a drink or a snack first?" asked Julia as she tried to step back from me. I kept control of her nipple and she soon changed her mind about backing away. It's funny how much power you have over a woman when you have a firm grasp on a nipple or two. "Yeah, I'll have a beer, Julia, as soon as I get a few good feels of your big tits. I've waited a long time to feel these babies and I'll enjoy the moment," I laughed. I thought I saw another frown sweep across her face but she smiled as I groped her tit. "You'd better get used to doing things my way," I thought to myself. "Well, Mike, you'll have to release my breast before I can get a beer for you. In a little while you can have them both out and available for your pleasure," she promised. I reluctantly released by grip. I swung her around and gave her ass a quick spank. "Then hurry up, Girl. There's nothing like a cold beer and a hot pussy to make a man feel alive. Bring a frosty mug with the beer," I ordered. Did she waver for a second? It was hard to tell, but I thought I saw a brief hesitation. I knew from experience that Julia hated being ordered around. Julia came back into the room carrying two long stemmed glasses of some kind. She smiled as she handed one to me. "What the fuck is this? I demanded. "It sure as hell isn't beer, or a frosty mug for that matter." "No, it's champagne," corrected Julia. "I thought it would be nice to begin our liaison with a toast. You've always wanted me and tonight your dream is happening!" "Well, I made the toast at your wedding so I guess I'll be the one to make the toast tonight," I asserted. I raised my glass and held it toward Julia as I considered the situation. "Here's to cheating slut wives and the men that fuck them," I proclaimed. "To women that don't get enough cock at home and have to look for hard cocks where they can find them. And to guys like me that reap the rewards. And, to all the limp-dicked wimps that marry hot bitches they can't satisfy!" I thought it was quite appropriate given the circumstances, but as I chugged my drink, Julia winced visibly. "Mike, you know Zack isn't a wimp! He has always beaten you in every sport you ever played against him. He's a strong, passionate man, not a wimp," she repeated. "I don't like being referred to as a 'hot bitch' either for that matter. Please show some respect." "Julia, you're the one that will be showing respect when I hammer you with Little Mike," I grinned. "If Zack were able to get the job done, you wouldn't have invited me over tonight. You've heard through the grapevine what a cocksman I am and you have me here to demonstrate. Don't act coy." "Your rather high opinion of yourself, along with your rather low opinion of Zack, surprises me, quite honestly. You and he are best friends, yet you deride him as a wimp. What sort of friend are you?" questioned Julia. "The kind that's going to fuck the living shit out of his wife!" I answered. "It may come as a surprise to you, but I won't be his best friend after I cum in all your holes tonight." "Mike, you have several misconceptions," responded Julia. "Zack is very masculine. He is not a wimp. The two of you will go on being friends since he will not know about our clandestine meetings, and I do not allow Zack to cum in my mouth. I certainly never allow him to enter my rectum!" "Well that's good to hear!" I laughed. "I can't wait to go where no man has gone before. Imagine getting Zack's wife's ass before he does! That really appeals to me." "It isn't a question of getting there first," Julia insisted. "No man goes there. You will treat me with respect." I reached out and pulled her to me. I took her top and pulled it over her head. Julia offered little resistance. I swung her around and unhooked her bra and then turned her back around to face me. Her tits were incredible! I had to stare as I wondered why gravity had no effect on them. I realized I was looking at perfection! I wanted to just lose my face in the valley formed by her tits as she breathed. "Those tits certainly command respect, Julia!" I rasped. "When did they begin to sag? Not that they're too bad. I'm just curious." "You think they're sagging? Zack keeps telling me they're perfect, but you're right. I have noticed that they have dropped a little after Jen was born," confessed Julia. "I knew Zack was just trying to make me feel good!" As she spoke, Julia moved her arms up to cover as much of her incredible rack as she could. I simply dropped to my knees and tugged her skirt down. I had it around her ankles before she realized my intentions. Julia stood before me a in a tiny red thong. I had never seen a more desirable woman in my life! Slowly, I slid her thong over her ass and down her thighs. Julia stepped out of the clothes at her feet and looked down at me as I kneeled in front of her. "What?" she asked. "Do I look okay? Is something wrong?" "You're good enough to fuck, so don't worry," I told her. "What are these marks across your lower belly? Are they scars?" "Mike, I've had three kids!" groaned Julia. "A lot of women get bigger stretch marks than those when they are pregnant. They don't show that much, do they? Julia was agitated as she moved one hand down to cover her lower stomach and held her other arm over her ample bosom. "Zack said no one would notice them and if they did, they would think they are sexy. I knew he was trying to make me feel better about them!" "They don't look too bad, Julia. I'm just surprised. I thought you had a perfect body," I confessed. "I remember how you always looked in that orange bikini when you and Zack were dating and how much I wanted to get my hands on you. If you had gotten those marks from having my babies, I'd think they were pretty damn sexy, too." "That was 15 years ago, Mike!" Julia practically whispered. "I'm almost 40 now. People change." "So I see, Julia. I still want to fuck you, though, so don't worry. Let me dig a few things out of my bag," I told her as I placed my duffel on the chair and opened it. "Look at these!" I grinned as I pulled out a set of nipple clamps and held them up. "They'll make you scream for mercy when I snap them on those big nipples of yours. I saw a woman pass out once when they were applied, but I'll be gentle." Julia just shook her head as I turned to pull my next surprise from the bag. "Look at the size of this dildo, Julia. It'll stretch your ass out while I'm fucking the hell out of your pussy. I guess your cunt won't need to be stretched since you've had three kids," I allowed. "This will help you get prepared for when I take your anal cherry. I have to tell you that I'm pretty excited about that!" Julia appeared incapable of speech as I removed the items from my bag of tricks. Her mouth was open, but words failed to form. "It looks like you're ready to suck me off, Julia," I observed. "Why don't you drop down on your knees and pull my cock out. Worship that bad boy for a few minutes and he'll reward you with a mouth full of cum. I haven't jerked off in a few days so I have a good load for you. You'll be doing well to swallow it all without dripping some down your chin. Don't worry if you spill a little," I added. "Some guys get all bent out of shape if their slut spills any of their soldiers, but I won't complain as long as you do your best to swallow all of them." "I told you I don't swallow for Zack!" exclaimed Julia as she finally found her voice. "I don't even let him cum in my mouth!" "And I really like that, Julia, believe me," I chuckled. "That will make this blowjob even better, knowing old Zack doesn't get this kind of service. I can't wait to shoot my first load down your throat! Every time I see him, I'll be thinking how you don't let him cum in your mouth but you swallow my load like a two-bit whore!" "Mike, you can't be that thick!" snapped Julia. "If I don't let Zack cum in my mouth, why would I allow you to do it?" "I am thick, Julia, as you'll find out when you try to wrap your lips around it. You'll suck me off because I'm not your husband. I don't have to live with you, respect you, or have you respect me. You are my slut, and sluts suck cock... and they swallow! That's why you wanted me here tonight. Admit it. If you wanted to be treated like a wife, you'd have fucked Zack before he left for his business trip. You want to be down and dirty. You want to be my fuck toy, my whore." "How can you say that, Mike? I want you to treat me like a lady, to make love to me gently, to act like a gentleman," insisted Julia. "Julia, you can get that shit from Zack. I'm going to shoot a load in your mouth, in your cunt, and in your ass. I call it the hat trick, and I love doing it. I especially love doing it to tight assed prudes that pretend they are too proper to enjoy hot sex. Relax and let me show you how your inner slut wants you to behave." "Mike, I'm not a slut! I just wanted to experience a few things before my breasts sagged too much, my stretch marks became too noticeable, or I just got too old to attract another man. I'm afraid it's too late already," whined Julia. "You should probably go before Zack finds out about this. He'd kill you if he found out." "Don't you worry about me, Julia! This isn't my first slut wife experience," I laughed. "Look what I have just in case we have the old 'husband returns home unexpectedly and finds his best friend fucking the shit out of his wife' scenario!" I reached into my bag and pulled out my handgun. Julia gasped when she realized what I held in my hand. "This is a .44 Magnum and Dirty Harry claimed it was the most powerful handgun in the world. I don't know if that's still true, or even if it ever was true. But rest assured that this puppy will blast a hole through Zack big enough to toss a cat through!" "Are you crazy? I don't want Zack shot! I love him! He's your best friend, for Christ's sake! What is wrong with you?" Julia screamed as froth bubbled from her lips. "Julia, if you loved the dumb fucker, you wouldn't have asked me here tonight!" I smirked. "Once I fuck you, I won't be his best friend, by any definition. Let's call a spade a spade. You're a fucking slut and I'm a goddamn snake that has his former best friend's wife naked and begging to be fucked in the ass! We're made for each other!" "You insane son of a bitch! I'm not begging to be 'fucked in the ass' as you so eloquently put it!" hissed Julia. "Put that gun away before I call the police. In fact, get your sick ass out of here or I will call the cops!" "Does that mean I won't score the hat trick with you tonight?" I asked innocently. "Maybe tomorrow?" Julia was pulling her clothes on as she yelled, "Get the fuck out of here! I'll tell Zack what you said about him, and about me. He'll kick the shit out of you!" Just then we both heard the garage door opener begin to rumble as it performed its function. "I don't think you want to tell Zack why I'm here, but it looks like you'll have your chance," I told Julia as I quickly returned the gun and sex toys to my bag and zipped it closed. "Why don't you go get my beer and then act like a loving wife?" When Zack came through the side door, I was sipping my beer as Julia ran and jumped into his arms. "Zack! I'm so glad to see you!" she squealed. "Mike stopped in to visit. He didn't know you were going away this weekend. How come you're home?" "There was some kind of computer glitch at the airport and nothing will be flying before midnight, so I came home to my beautiful wife," grinned Zack. "I knew the kids were spending the night at your mom's, so I thought we might g out for a little dancing or something, but we don't have to if Mike wants to stay and visit." "No!" Julia almost yelled. "I mean, no, he was going to leave after he finished his beer. I'll get ready and we'll go out. You don't mind, do you, Mike?" "Do you want me to go along and show Zack how a real man dances a woman off her feet?" I teased. "No, Mike, I don't," Julia flatly stated. "I want to spend a romantic night with my husband, okay?" "I can take a hint, Julia. I'll chat with Zack while you get ready and leave when you come back down stairs," I offered. That seemed to satisfy Julia as she turned and headed up the stairs. Zack just sat there watching and waiting until Julia closed the bedroom door. "What's with bringing the fucking gun?" he demanded in a low voice. "You scared the shit out of her!" "I thought it would be a nice touch, Zack. Right now she's thinking how close she came to getting you, and her, killed. She's thinking she's very lucky! She won't ever consider straying again!" I assured him. "Did you have to get her out of all her clothes, you miserable prick?" chuckled Zack. "I had a hard time keeping hidden and quiet for that whole charade. That 'limp-dicked wimp' reference wasn't needed, either." "Again, it was all part of a necessary lesson. When she came on to me a couple weeks ago, I could tell she had a midlife crisis thing going on. You're lucky she was dumb enough to try me instead of some guy that would have banged her like a screen door. Why do women think that their pussy is stronger than friendship?" I wondered. "I guess because it usually is, Bro. I'm just lucky to have a pal like you," Zack smiled. "Thanks!" "No thanks needed, Zack. Julia thanked me for you when she showed me her incredible tits. I had a hard time telling her they sagged, you miserable fuck! Now she hates me, just because I followed your suggestions about how self conscious she was about them, and about those invisible stretch marks. I never did see the scars, but her tits are absolutely magnificent. I took a bullet for you, Zack. Just remember that. I'll probably be kicking my ass for it for the rest of my life. Her tits are abso-fuckin'-lutely magnificent!"