0 comments/ 17585 views/ 0 favorites A Night Alone By: Passat "Is there any chance you could come home a little early tonight, honey?" When he asked why, I responded, "No particular reason. I'm just hoping to get a little extra time with you tonight." He paused, considering both the words and the subtly playful tone of my voice, and agreed to take the early train, unsure of my true motives. When my son awoke from his afternoon nap, I drove him over to his grandparents, where he would happily spend the late afternoon and early evening. As I fought traffic to return home, I made mental preparations for the next several hours. I tidied up the house - just enough to avoid distractions - and took a long, hot shower. Thanks to the reliability of the train schedule, I timed it perfectly, drying off my hair just as I heard the garage door open. I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, clad only in a robe, as he made his way down the hall. I smiled at him. "Hi. Thanks for coming home early." "Is everything okay?" he asked, standing in the doorway wearing his suit and tie and looking at me curiously. "Just fine," I assured him. "I just missed you." I stepped toward him and kissed him fully on the mouth. He responded, hesitantly at first, and returned the kiss. "Where's our Pride and Joy?" he asked, as he looked around the room. I explained that he was visiting with his grandparents, and that I had hoped just the two of us could go out for a nice, relaxing dinner. He didn't know quite what to make of the situation at first, but then shrugged his shoulders and said, "sounds like a great idea." I put my hands on his chest, slipped my fingers under the lapels of his suit jacket and pushed it back over his shoulders. "Here, let me help you get changed into something more comfortable." I stepped right up against him as I pulled the jacket away from his arms, allowing my breasts, fully covered by the robe, to brush up against him. Throwing the jacket on the bed, I turned my attention to his tie, slowly untying the knot. With my hand against his chest for support, I slipped it out of his collar, let it fall to the floor, and then began to unbutton his shirt from the top. He was obviously enjoying the attention, and was wondering exactly where and how far this was going to go. Again leaning against him as I pulled the shirt down and away from his arms in the back, I began gently kissing and nibbling his neck. The shirt fell to the ground and I reached beneath his undershirt and slowly pushed it up. He shuddered as my fingers reached his chest and lingered at his nipples, alternately pinching each of them between my forefinger and thumb. He raised his arms above his head so that I could remove his undershirt. As it freed from his body, I threw it over my shoulder and ran my hands back down his raised arms, over his hardened nipples, down his abdomen, and hooked my fingers into his pants. We stared into each other's eyes as I unfastened the buckle, slipped out the belt, and started on his pants. I pulled down his zipper and tugged the pants down to his ankles. The tent in his boxer shorts removed any doubt of his enjoyment. I helped him lift each leg and pulled the pants away from him. I straightened up, running my hands back up the sides of his body and kissed him on the lips. Our tongues met and explored each other for a few moments before I pulled away. "Would do me a favor?" I pleaded. "Would you put lotion on my legs?" I knew he wouldn't refuse, since he gets so turned on by my shaven legs. He pushed me back onto the bed and grabbed the bottle of lotion on my nightstand. I scooted back toward the wall so that he had room to sit. He poured some lotion on his fingers, rubbed his hands together, and motioned for me to put my foot in his lap. Beginning at the tops of my feet, he moved his hands up my leg, kneading and rubbing along the way. He was careful not to miss any spots (I taught him well). His caressing hands passed over my knee and, pushing aside the robe, continued up my thigh. I put my hand against my upper thigh, signaling that the ride would end there. He lingered there for a while, and then pulled his hands away and motioned for the other leg. I obliged, again resting my foot in his lap, and he repeated the process. As he passed his hands over my knee, I stretched my foot so that it rested against his manhood. He continued to knead lotion into my thigh as I rubbed his cock. His body stiffened as my toes slipped through the opening in his boxers and skin met skin. My hand again blocked any further advance, but we sat like that, feeling each other, for several minutes. His hands felt wonderful as they massaged my thigh, and my juices were beginning to flow. But I was determined to stick to my original plan. It took great effort, but I finally pulled my foot away and told him I needed to get dressed. He dutifully pulled his hands back down my leg, reached down and kissed the top of my foot, and stood up. The dinner wasn't fancy, but it was good. We talked about our recent trips, work, childcare, and of course our wonderful son. The conversation was lively, and although it was devoid of sexual innuendoes, we were both acutely aware of the evening's activity. As I stared out the passenger side's window on the way home, my thoughts were interrupted by his hand touching my thigh. His eyes paid attention to the road ahead, but his hand began to massage my thigh. I reached over and rested my hand on his thigh. We stroked each other, without saying a word. I leaned a little closer, so that his hand couldn't help but slide closer to my wetness, and I ran my hand over his crotch and grabbed his cock through his pants. The temperature in the car increased and the silence endured as we fingered each other through our clothes. It's a wonder he didn't drive off the road. When we arrived home and entered the house, I immediately pushed his back up against the closed door, dropped down, and released his zipper. I reached in, found his stiff cock, and pulled it out. I admired its beauty for a moment before licking the precome off the tip. He let out a soft moan, and I took him into my mouth. I sucked gently at first, and then more forcefully. His breathing became heavier, and I reached back into his pants and fished out his balls. I continued to stroke with one hand as I sucked, and fondled his balls with the other. His knees began to buckle, and I knew he wouldn't last long. I stroked a few more times, and then abruptly pulled my mouth away and stood up. He reached one arm around my neck and the other around my back, pulled me up against him, and kissed me hard. Our tongues danced, our hips ground against each other, and his hands squeezed my breasts through my blouse. He suddenly pushed me away from him, grabbed my hand, and led me upstairs, down the hall, and into the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed and came down on top of me, resuming our kiss. His fingers unbuttoned my blouse, and he began to kiss down my face, neck, and shoulders until he reached my breasts. He fondled them through my bra, lightly running his finger over my protruding nipples. I loved the feel of the fabric rubbing against my nipples. He released one of the shoulder straps and slipped my breast out. His mouth came down on the nipple as he kneaded it. He continued sucking and nibbling while his other hand released my other breast and pinched it gently. I shut my eyes, threw my head back, and basked in the electric currents shooting through me. He broke away to remove all of his clothes, and I took off my bra, pants, and panties, leaving the blouse partially on. As we turned our attention back to each other, he grabbed my foot and brought his lips down to my ankle. In every spot where he had before rubbed lotion into my leg, he now covered with kisses. My heart pounded as his lips reached my thigh and continued moving north. I covered my sex with my hand, but he was eager to reach his destination. Torn between the incredible pleasure of his touch and self-consciousness of my private area, I did my best to keep him at bay. He sensed my wavering, though, and continued his pursuit, slipping his tongue beneath my fingers. I did not resist when his hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. He was between my legs, licking from my lips up to the clitoris. His tongue circled my clitoris several times, and then his lips enclosed it. I could feel the pleasure building to a climax and his tongue swirled. My pulse raced, my breathing quickened, and the waves began when his fingers slipped inside my vagina. I locked my thighs against his ears and pushed the back of his head into me as I exploded with the most powerful orgasm of my life. It was several minutes before I recovered from the aftershocks. He climbed on top of me and positioned his cock just outside my burning oven. I guided him inside and watched his face contort with pleasure. I spread my legs wide and put my hands against his chest. Our bodies slammed into each other and I began pinching his nipples. He stopped abruptly, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them against the bed above my head. "I don't want it to end so quickly," he gasped. My hands were still confined under his weight and he continued pumping into me. He released his grip to adjust positions, and kneeled upright, his manhood still deep inside me. Our bodies moved rhythmically against each other as his hands rubbed my thighs. I reached down and tickled his balls. "This feels incredible" he murmured, his voice shaking. He leaned back over me, supporting himself with his hands on either side of me, and rested just inside me, catching his breath and enjoying the warmth and moistness of my body. Impatient, I wrapped my legs tightly around his back and pulled him all the way inside, pounding my hips up against his. My fingers returned to his nipples, pinching and rubbing, while my strong thighs prevented him from retreating. I continued pumping with all my strength. "Oh my god, I can't hold it," he said through clenched teeth. His pace quickened and his balls slapped against me, then his whole body stiffened and froze on the brink of orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, he exploded inside me. When the waves subsided, he collapsed on top of me and my arms wrapped around his shoulders. As he sat on the top step and tied his shoes, preparing to retrieve our son from his grandparents, I reached around him from behind and kissed his neck. He turned his head and met my lips. "That was just act one," he said with a smile. "Act two is even better." He watched me as he glided down the stairs and disappeared into the garage. A Night Alone With my wife out of town for the week at a professional conference, I was on my own for the evening's entertainment. Not being a particularly outgoing sort, I stopped by the local video store to grab a couple of what passed for x-rated movies in our small town. I figured I'd spend the evening getting off alongside a pepperoni pizza and a couple of beers. I made my way out of the adult aisle trying to be inconspicuous, yet nonchalant, when I bumped into Carrie, a friend and co-worker. I tried to quickly turn the movies over in my hand so she wouldn't see what my plans for the night entailed, but in my haste they fell the floor revealing their erotic titles. Carrie chuckled as I sheepishly picked them up. I tried explaining that with my wife away, it was the only opportunity I had to partake of this particular genre of films. "Your wife doesn't enjoy dirty movies?" Carrie asked. "She'd probably kick me out of the house if she even knew I was watching 'em," I responded with a nervous laugh. "It's a guy thing, I guess. Most women I know are turned off by the thought of dirty movies." "Not all of us," Carrie replied with a smile. "I'll watch them from time to time. They can serve a useful purpose, especially when you're alone. As long as they don't try too hard to have a story line. I mean, what's the point?" We laughed and small-talked a little more. The thought entered my mind to invite her over to watch them with me, but being a bit shy (not to mention happily married) I didn't want to risk the chance that she'd see my invitation as a come-on, or worse yet, that my wife would somehow find out. After a few more minutes of chatting, we parted ways. "Enjoy your bachelor's evening," Carrie called down the aisle with a grin that turned my face red. Once home, I popped open a beer and called my wife at her hotel. When she asked what I was doing tonight I told her I'd rented a couple of Bruce Willis flicks, ones that she'd never have any interest in seeing. After the call, I ordered the pizza and changed into some loose fitting pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. The pj's would allow my lonely cock to stretch and bob unimpeded during the films. About 20 minutes later the doorbell rang. Expecting the pizza guy, I went to the door, cash in hand. "No charge for the visit," Carrie said eyeing the $20 bill. "But, I thought you could use a little company tonight. Hope you don't mind." "Of course not" I stammered, obviously surprised to see her. "Come on in." Going back to my thoughts at the video store, I hoped my dick wouldn't embarrass me as she walked in the door. Carrie had been one of my fantasies ever since we met 3 or 4 years ago. A Florida girl who had moved west for the job, Carrie was outgoing and flirtatious. She stood about 5'4" with shoulder length brown hair shaping her round face, her brown eyes almost as dark as her hair. You could still make out the faint hint of the freckles that must have covered her as a teenager. Her smile outlined by thin pink lips turned me into an awkward teenager with a crush on the beautiful girl next door. She had the most wonderful heart-shaped ass tucked inside her modestly tight Levis. I could only imagine the sensation of those soft cheeks squeezed in my hands. Her breasts, though not large, were full and round under the white cotton t-shirt she was wearing. The tips of her nipples were almost imperceptible, but readily apparent to my hopeful gaze. The pizza guy showed up just as Carrie was coming in. "Keep the change", I said my eyes glued to Carrie's ass, not realizing I had just given him an $8 dollar tip on a $12 pizza. "Do you like pepperoni", I asked Carrie as she followed me to the kitchen. "All I ever order," she replied. I pulled out a couple plates and a beer for her and it dawned on me that I was still hanging loose in my pj bottoms. "Let me go change into something a bit more appropriate," I said, fearing that at any moment my eight inches would suddenly awake from its slumber and inappropriately present its horny little self to my guest. "Oh, don't change on my account," she said. "No need for you to be a formal host. Just relax and enjoy the evening. Seeing how comfortable you are, I only wish I'd thought to bring my pj' over here." Deciding to set aside my shyness, I risked the potential embarrassment and kept the pj's on. We ate our pizza on the couch, trading gossip from work with some idiotic rerun for background noise. She was fun to talk to, always ready with an outrageous opinion on whomever we were talking about. We quickly drained a couple beers apiece before the conversation started to lag. She caught me staring at her tits a couple of times and I wondered how she'd respond if I made the move I knew I shouldn't make. Her cheeks were getting redder from the beer, making her face and her dark eyes shine even more than usual. I knew I wanted her, but also knew that I couldn't be the one make the first move. "Do you still have those movies?" she asked, "or have you already watched 'em?" "I'm not quite that hard-up," I said. "They're still here, but I'm not sure that I should be corrupting a pure and innocent young thing like you with my nasty bachelor habits." "Try me," she replied. Oh, how I wanted to, I thought. I retrieved the movies and asked her which one she wanted to see first. She chose one and I slipped it into the VCR. Knowing what would soon be on the TV, it was all I could do to silently talk my dick into behaving himself. "You look so comfortable," Carrie said. "I don't suppose I could borrow one of your wife's nightgowns for a while? It'd beat these tight-ass jeans" "Sure," I stammered. "But all she ever wears is flannel." "Perfect," she said as she followed me into the bedroom. "I wouldn't want to provide too much temptation while you're here all alone. Or at least supposed to be alone," she said with a wink and a smile. I opened my wife's pajama drawer and told her to take her pick. There were about half a dozen flannel nightgowns in there, and at the very bottom, I was hoping she'd notice a short, red silky thing that hadn't been out of the drawer in a long time. I left Carrie on her own to make her decision and change. I have to say I was a bit disappointed when she reappeared in one of the flannels. But she had left the front buttons undone, and as she settled in on the couch next to me I could make out the swells of her now unsupported breasts under the soft cotton material. We started the movie, I don't even recall the name, and just as she said she liked, there was absolutely no story line. Within the first three minutes, a large-breasted, slutty looking woman was masturbating on a hotel bed while three muscular, greasy looking window washers leered at her from outside. The movie cruised along predictably for the next few minutes, both of us chuckling over the various sexual antics and positions, wondering aloud if any real people did those kinds of things. I had to keep my arm across my lap because no matter how bad the movie was, my dick couldn't handle sitting still with all the fucking and sucking going on the screen. Likewise, Carrie was enjoying the scenes, tossing me a raised eyebrow now and again as the film got particularly hot. "Another beer?" I asked, not immediately recognizing that to get it for her I'd have to get up and walk across the room, my boner unrestrained but for a thin layer of cotton. "Sure," she replied. "It is getting a bit warm in here." My next trick was to try to get up off the couch without making my straining erection too obvious. I casually slipped my dickhead under the waistband of my pj's and walked very carefully to the kitchen. When I returned Carrie had moved towards the center of the couch and drawn up her legs. The bottom of her nightgown was pulled up over her knees, exposing the bottom of her smooth white thighs. As I handed her the beer, my cock slid out from under the elastic, pushing a pointed wall of plaid flannel towards Carrie's outreached hand. "Which one's for me," Carrie giggled. She leaned towards me as she laughed at my embarrassment providing me with a nearly full view of her tits down the front of her cotton nightgown. "You're just lucky you don't have to deal with these things," I told her as I quickly sat down and tried to move my dick back to a less obvious position. "You never know just when these things are going to pop out and embarrass you." "Don't be embarrassed. If I had one it would probably be doing the same thing by now." She turned and looked at me, smiling now as if to say, you make a move, no one's gonna stop you. As we watched the rest of the movie, the distance between us gradually closed. When her exposed leg came into contact with mine, I didn't move away. She looked at me with her soft dark brown eyes and quietly positioned herself where I could do nothing but put my arm around her. As I did, she took my hand and placed it between her breasts. She leaned into me, looked up and our lips met in a tentative kiss. That tentativeness quickly gave way to a full and passionate kiss. Her mouth opened and my tongue found its way inside her. Carrie reached her hand up under my t-shirt and ran her fingers through my chest hair. She pulled away from our kiss, grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. She began kissing my chest circling her tongue around my nipples. I could feel the weight of her arm pressing down on my cock as she caressed my chest and neck with her mouth. I pulled her head closer to my chest while my other hand found the curves of her breasts under the nightgown. Her round breasts were firm to the touch. She sighed as my fingers found the nipple of her right breast. I gently squeezed the little nub and circled it with my thumb and index finger, feeling it grow under my touch. I slipped my hand inside the front of the nightgown, cupping first one breast then the other in my hand. Carrie reached down and grabbed my hardened shaft through my pj's. She looked up and smiled as she ran her hand up and down my dick. She pulled down the elastic on the pants finally freeing my cock from its flimsy restraints. Her left hand cupped my balls as she took a good long look at my waiting cock. She gave me a quick kiss before lowering her mouth to my groin. With my balls resting in her palm, she placed the head of my dick on her tongue. Her soft lips gently kissed the head before she ran her lips up and down the length of the shaft. She came back to the top and swallowed the head and the top four inches back into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, much more slippery than any pussy I had ever had the pleasure of entering. Carrie's head bobbed up and down on my cock seemingly taking it in deeper and deeper with every downstroke, while her free hand tickled the hairs on my scrotum. I felt close to unloading inside her eager mouth, but mustered all my reserve to hold back. Her index finger slipped down from my balls and ran across the tip of my asshole. I knew then I couldn't hold out any longer. When she slipped the tip of her finger inside my tight asshole, I grabbed her shoulders and held her down over my pulsing dickhead as I came. The convulsions of my orgasm made me arch my back pushing my dick deep into the back of Carrie's throat. She squeezed my ass while I held on to her until my thrusting subsided. As she finally pulled away from me I spurted one last puddle on to her cheek and chin. She casually wiped the droplets off with her finger and slipped it inside her mouth, finishing off the most amazing oral orgasm I'd ever experienced. She reached up to kiss me again and I tasted my cum in her hot, wet mouth. As we kissed a long and steamy kiss, I leaned her back on the couch until my full weight was on top of her. I moved my mouth down the side of her face and slipped my tongue inside her ear, bringing a shiver to her entire body. I kissed my way down her cotton-covered nightgown, taking her nipples in my mouth as I passed by her breasts. When I reached the raised hemline of the nightgown, she looked down at me with her deep brown eyes, smiling in anticipation of where I was headed next. I pulled the nightgown up, exposing a thick mass of unshaven, brunette hair between her thighs. She must have known where this night was going when she'd changed earlier because her panties were nowhere to be found. Her cunt lips barely showed through the thick bush, but the soaked hairs guided me to where I wanted to go. I leaned back admiring her exposed sex for a long moment, then ran the fingers of both hands around her dark triangle. I traced the outline of her pussy from just below her navel to its base above her asshole. As I moved my hands upward, I found the puffy lips of her cunt and gently pulled them apart. Underneath the mass of hair, Carrie's dripping pink hole awaited. I slipped one index finger inside her as she closed her eyes and softly moaned. I inserted another, probing her deeply. With the other hand I found the fold of skin at the top of her crack hiding her clit. My thumb circled the little button while I finger fucked her pussy. "Kiss me," Carrie whispered. "Kiss my pussy, please." Not wanting to disappoint, I lowered my head and took in the full sense of her wetness. Her pussy smelled hot and sweet. I licked the outer lips of her cunt while twiddling the flap of skin covering her clit. My tongue and lips explored her pussy from top to bottom, side to side, in and out. Carrie was alternately sighing and moaning as I worked my mouth over, around and through her wet nest. The juices flowed from inside her, soaking my chin as I worked. I reached up with both hands, pushing her nightgown up over her tits. Her breasts, exposed to me for the first time, were round and firm. From where I laid, I could see her extended nipples reaching skyward from the dark circles of her aerioles. She took my hands in hers helping me squeeze her tits while I drank of her pussy juices. Underneath me, I could feel my dick rising once again to its fullness. I rubbed my cock against the cushions of the couch, helping me gently rock back and forth as I thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy. I felt her hands slowly but continually tighten on mine as she moved toward her first orgasm. With my hands tightly wrapped around her tits, and my mouth sucking on her elongated clit, she came suddenly and loudly. "Oh, God!" she yelled out. "Oh God, yes…yes…yes…" she cried as she bucked her crotch into my eager mouth. I tried my best to maintain mouth contact with her pussy. I pulled one hand away from her breast and thrust two fingers into her spasming hole as she arched her back upwards. She collapsed back on the couch with my fingers still buried inside her quivering dampness. I crawled up and lay next to her, my wet fingers tracing the circles of her nipples while her breathing began to slow. "I should have had you over before now," I said. "I should have come over before now," she said. She turned her head and kissed me. "We're not done here, you know." "I was hoping you'd say that," I replied. Carrie sat up on the couch and looked at my resurrected cock. "Do you think he's ready for more?" she asked me. "Only one way to find out." She pulled the nightgown over her head and lay back down next to me giving me my first look at her full nakedness. Her hair was tousled and her face flushed from our oral prelude. A damp patch of sweat glimmered between her breasts. Her tits were nearly perfectly round and sagged just enough so I could cup my hands underneath the mounds. Her nipples still poked out from within the dark round circles. Her flat belly, soft and firm, while not muscular, rose and fell with her breaths above thick mounds of pussy fuzz. Her thighs were closed together hiding all but the uppermost dark hairs of her crotch from my view. I leaned over and kissed her cheeks, her chin, her eyes and her ears as my hand worked its way up and down her entire body. She closed her eyes, relaxing herself under my touch. My dick hardened and rested impatiently against her thigh. We kissed again, our tongues alternating places in the deeper regions of each other's mouths. She turned towards me, pulling her body in to mine. My cock pressed into her belly, straining to find a way inside her. Carrie reached down and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She spread her legs apart and teased her slit with the head of my cock. I could feel her wet slipperiness moisten the throbbing head. She paused for a moment with the top of my dick pressed tightly against her clit. She turned over on her stomach and raised her ass in the air. I took the cue and moved behind her. Her pussy opened before me as I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. My cock easily found the opening through the moistened fur. I slid inside her effortlessly, burying all my seven inches in her warm cunt. Our pubic hairs mingled, but only for a few seconds as I began stroking myself inside her. Each time I reached the furthest depths of her pussy, her muscles tensed around my cock tightening even more as I backed out. At first slowly, then with increasing force and speed we fucked noiselessly, except for the sound of her juices lubricating my dick and our rapidly increasing breathing. She reached behind me grabbing my ass and forcing my thrusts even deeper inside her. With one hand on her fleshy butt cheeks, I moved the other hand under her, fondling her swaying breasts. Carrie was closing in on her orgasm faster than I was. I increased my speed and pressure. She positioned her hands on the armrest of the couch to brace herself. I moved my hands around her ass and between her legs to the pussy lips my cock was now splitting apart. Fingers from both hands found her stretching clit and I kneaded it until she came with a shudder, gripping my cock like a vice, preventing me from moving as she convulsed under me. As the waves of orgasm passed over and through her, she released my cock allowing me to continue thrusting. Carrie reached underneath her pussy and grabbed my balls. I pressed my cock one last time into her deepest depths, my balls flush against her thighs, and shot enormous waves of cum inside her warm and worn pussy. Neither of us were able to move for 2 or 3 minutes. We stayed in that position, her ass raised to meet my softening dick inside her now cum-drenched pussy until she could no longer hold us both up. I looked into her brown eyes as we collapsed side-by-side on the couch. Her head rested on my arm. My arm stretched across her ass. We kissed softly, the taste of pussy juice, cum and sweat mixing together on our tongues. With a soft, tired smile, Carrie asked, "We still have another movie to watch, don't we?" A Night Alone Mike slid his arms around Barbara's waist as she stood at the sink, washing the dishes, brushing her hair aside with his face and kissing her lightly on the neck. Tonight they were playing out one of their scenarios, one of the little things they did to keep their marriage fresh after 10 years together. They would come up with situations, or unusual places, and make love within those "boundaries". This evening, it was the kitchen, with her in nothing but a full apron, and him in jogging shorts and a tank top. "I'm glad you got Alice to watch Matt tonight," he whispered against her neck, as he sucked on the skin there and she moaned her agreement, leaning back against him, feeling how hard he was already. She felt her nipples grazing the inside of the cotton apron, and it felt good, but she kept washing dishes, knowing how important it was for her to "play along" for as long as she could. Mike continued to kiss and nibble at her neck, her earlobe, his tongue tracing the edge of her ear, making her sigh. Mike's hands found her nipples first, then slid down to cup her ass, and finally one hand slipped between her slightly-spread legs and he dipped two fingers lightly inside her, the dishes now forgotten as her eyes closed. She spread her legs further apart, and leaned over the sink a bit, bracing her arms on the counter as his fingers worked in and out, first two, then three. Soon, he drew them out and brought the wetness up to caress her asshole. He heard her sharp intake of breath, and new he was treading on dangerous ground. This was the one thing Barbara had never let him do. But in the last few weeks, he'd been teasing her more and more, touching her there but never making a move to do anything but slide a finger around the outside, or barely move it inside that puckered opening. And each time, he found her more wanting of the touch, a little more disappointed when he stopped and went back to using his mouth on her, or slid his cock into her and left her ass alone. Tonight, though, he intended to try to push her a little further. His hands totally slick with her wetness, he very gently began to probe just inside her ass, and for a change, instead of pulling away, she pushed back against him, and before he knew it, his finger was inside her. She whispered, "Yes, Mike. It feels good, I like that. Don't stop tonight, please?" and he smiled, moving his finger slowly out, then back in. When he noticed that she was moving more and more against him, he withdrew his finger, and she looked back over her shoulder with a disappointed grimace. "Don't move," he said, and she looked puzzled, but stayed where she was. He went to the other room to get the bottle of lube he'd bought, as well as the very thin butt plug he'd gotten in the mail today, ordered a couple of days before from an online adult sex toy site. He went back to the kitchen, totally aroused by the sight of his wife nearly naked, spread wide, over the sink. He dribbled some of the lube onto the butt plug, then his finger, and resumed caressing her ass with his finger first, then when he thought she was ready, he slid the butt plug into place. Barbara flinched at the touch of the rubber, then relaxed as the rippled surface caressed her anal ring in ways his fingers couldn't. She reached down to begin rubbing her clit as Mike pulled his shorts down, freeing his cock, and slowly slid it into her now-soaked pussy. He could feel the nubs on the butt plug through the wall of her vagina, and it added to the sensations of his being in the heat of her. He began to thrust in and out, holding the butt plug in place with one hand while he reached up to lightly pinch and twist her nipple with the other. She cried out in pleasure as he did this, and soon was working her ass back against him harder and faster as she became closer to her own orgasm. He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back for long, and as he thrust into her, feeling his balls pull up tight and the beginning of his orgasm, Barbara froze momentarily, then began to shudder all over as her orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched down, milking his cock, and he thrust hard into her, his cock erupting inside, their juices mingling and dripping from her pussy. Barbara continued to rub her clit furiously, something else Mike had never seen - usually one orgasm and she tended to take a break and recover. As his cock began to soften, she leaned over further, and she turned her head to look at him. "Don't stop yet, Mike... fuck my ass with that thing, please? Make me cum again?" Mike smiled, glad to see her wanting this, and he obliged, taking the base of the butt plug in hand and sliding it out slowly, then back in. Before long, she was thrusting herself back and forth on it while he held it tight, one of her hands still on her pussy, the fingers massaging her clit, the other coming up to brace her against the counter so she could ride the toy harder and faster. Soon, she began to cry out in ecstacy, another orgasm overwhelming her, and Mike could feel the butt plug vibrating as her body went into spasms inside. When she finally slowed down, he gently slid the butt plug out, and she turned with a smile, kissing him passionately. "Thank you," she said, and he nodded. "I love what you did to me... I didn't think I would. But tell me, Mike... think you can get it up again and do it with your cock this time?" A Night Alone She had the house to herself, and had plans to enjoy it a great deal. She took a long hot bath, put on a long lace gown, lit a fire, and a few candles, and poured herself a glass of wine. She stood in front of the picture window looking out at the lightning in the distance, and noticed her reflection in the glass. She admired her form and was feeling very sexy. She ran her hand down her body, enjoying the feel of the lace against her skin. She stopped long enough to delicately run the tip of her nail around her nipple. The lace tightened around the slight swelling, and she massaged her breast, loving the feel. She sat down the wine glass, and put her foot up on the chair next to her. She slowly pulled the lace up over her leg, and then ran her hands up over her muscular calf and her firm thigh. As she straightened back up, the lace gently brushed up against her clit, and she held her breath at the feeling it inspired. She pulled the lace slowly up between her legs, and when she was exposed, she once again looked at the window to admire herself. She ran the palm of her hand down between her thighs, and moaned softly. She gently ran her nails down the inside of her exposed thigh, back up the thigh and across her now swelling mound. Something outside caught her attention, still softly massaging herself, she squinted her eyes, and saw movement, looked like someone ducking behind a tree. Could this person see through the window? Could they see her pleasuring herself? Part of her hoped that they could, and this excited her even more. She was now using one hand to massage the soft sweet lips that were becoming wetter with her touch, and the other hand to manipulate a now very erect nipple. Why not give whoever this was, a little more? The idea of teasing a total stranger made her temperature rise. She began to sway to the music, and continued to excite herself, feeling a little giddy, and extremely warm. She noticed the form was attempting to move closer. Possibly for a better view? She began dancing around the room seductively, in front of the fire to give her voyeur a little show. She slowly pulled the gown up, as she danced. Exposing her knees, her thighs, her shaved pussy, her delicate stomach, and her erect nipples. The gown came up over her head, and she danced around using it like a scarf, exposing and covering various parts of her body, and getting hotter from the feel of the stiff lace against her tingling skin. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw more movement. She dropped the gown to the floor, and moved her hands up and down her body as an invitation. She danced over to the french doors and opened them. The wind blowing through her hair, and giving her hot body a slight chill. She shivered and caught her breath, and then danced away from the open door back towards the fire. She noticed the movement again and she sensed that this person was as turned on as she was. She carefully ran her hands along the sides of her body arching up to caress her ample breasts. Her body ached to have someone else caress her and she turned her back to the door as she thought the person might not come in if she was looking at the door. She continued to run her hands over her body gently caressing her thighs and her flat tummy. She could tell the person was in the room as she heard a faint rustling sound behind her. Unable to control herself and not concerning herself with the eminent danger she continued swaying to the music and running her hands over her silky body. Suddenly she felt hot breath on her neck as the person came up behind her and gently ran their hands along her thighs. She had a brief moment of panic and then soft lips gently kissed her neck as the hands cupped and explored her breasts. She melted into the arms of her new found lover with a deep sigh. The stranger knew that she was going to succumb to every wish and proceeded to caress her soft thighs. Still not knowing who was stroking her thighs, she slowly spread her legs, allowing the stranger to caress her soft skin and sweet lips. She didn't want to open her eyes and ruin the dream as the waves of passion were welling up deep within her. The stranger ran their fingers across her slit parting the lips and until they found her clit. This was too much and she let out a deep sigh. Still no words had been spoken and she was fast approaching the point where she was going to climax. Sensing this the stranger caressed her supple breasts with one hand and quickened the pace of the strokes on her clit until with a sudden cry she exploded into a wild orgasm. The stranger had to hold on more firmly as she stumbled to get her balance. As the climax subsided the stranger withdrew the finger from her clit and slowly brought it up to her mouth. As she gently sucked her sweet juices from the finger she realized that this was a dainty finger and not the rugged finger which most of her lovers had. The stranger finally spoke and in a soft feminine voice she whispered " I couldn't resist when I saw you in the window. I had to have you." A Night Alone My husband was still out with the kids when I finally got home late from work. I knew the movie hadn't started till 7:30, and it was only a little after 8, so I had at least an hour and a half to myself. I knew exactly how I wanted to spend that time. I walked up the steps to our front door with purpose. I slid the key into the hole and twisted it to the right, unlocking my home. As I stepped inside, I closed the door behind my by leaning back against it. I dropped my briefcase on the floor and my purse on the entry table, freeing my hands. As I stepped from one foot to the other, I slid off my practical two-inch heels. My feet screamed their relief as my hands then went to the buttons on my jacket. My fingers worked the three buttons loose, starting at my neck and working down. As the jacket opened, I glanced down to check out the way my breasts pushed out the blouse underneath. I shrugged out of my jacket and tossed it on the back of the chair. I leaned back against the door again and let me hands stroke my upper torso. First, I cupped a breast in each, stroking a finger lightly along the edge of the lacey bra underneath my blouse. Enjoying myself, I shifted so I could rub my nylon smooth calves against each other, reveling in the sexy friction of the cloth. My fingers began to skim upward, to the neck of my blouse. I looked down again, and watched as my fingers carefully unthreaded each button. As more of my shift was undone, the edges began to part, giving me glimpses of my own creamy flesh beneath. Smiling with pleasure, I began to work my fingers faster, popping the last few buttons almost viciously, until the edges of my work blouse gaped open. My breasts, a nicely rounded 36C, thrust out proudly from my body, announcing their presence to the empty entryway. I brought my hands to my tummy, a firm and flat expanse of flesh, and slowly dragged the tips around my belly button. The sensation was maddeningly soft, just the way I like to tease myself. Slowly, I dragged them upward, my fingers and then my palms skimming over my skin. Again, I cupped a breast in each hand, reveling in the feel of the heaviness encased in thin lace. My nipples, by this time, had begun to tighten, and the fabric of their coverings was tantalizing. I dragged the bra left and right, scraping the tender skin with the rough lace, making my nipples even harder as they were teased. My head fell back against the door as I thoroughly massaged my chest. The skin there was soft, due to repeated bursts of my husband's cum, as well as the melon scented lotion I smeared on nightly. I spent several minutes simply caressing the skin, cupping my breasts, dipping a finger or two below the edge of my bra to skim my nipple. Soon, I couldn't resist any longer. Reaching behind, I unclasped the bra and let the straps droop down my arms. My breasts were heavy enough to hold the cups in place, but without the tension of the clasp, they sagged open a bit. My nipples were free, and I looked down to see the dark, turgid tips. They were so hard, they were pointing almost to the ceiling. The areolas surrounding them were broad and slightly lighter colored than my nipples, and they too were slightly puckered. Growing impatient, I pushed off the door, dropping my shirt and bra on top of my jacket as I passed the chair. I strode through the house to my bedroom at the back. As I entered, I flipped the dimmer switch on the lights and a muted glow enveloped me. I walked around our king-sized bed to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer holding my toys, lubes and lotions. I rooted around for a few minutes, and finally settled on a cherry scented and flavored lube, a small bullet vibrator, and my favorite substitute for my husband- a 9 inch, flesh colored, realistic dildo, with raised veins, rippled flesh and a thick mushroom head. As soon as my hand touched it, a bolt of heat shot to my core, and before long, my panties were soaked. I could feel my arousal seeping out of me, and practically ripped my skirt off to get it out of the way. There was a mirror next to my dresser, and given that my husband and I love to watch each other during sex, it was already positioned perfectly to give me a view of my bed. I lay back against the pillows, and propped myself up so I could look into the glass. My panties were soaked, the thin fabric a much darker shade of pink than they were when dry. My lips were already swollen- they were so plumped the panties couldn't hold them anymore, and they peeked out the edges of the sopping fabric. Smiling, I braced myself on one elbow and brought the bullet to my center. I rested it against the apex of my pussy, just barely touching and let it warm to the temperature of my body before I turned it on. When I finally did flick the switch, the buzzing was, although expected, a jolt and I jumped. When my body twitched, my pussy moved closer to my hand, and the bullet pressed directly up against my panty clad clit. A low growling moan escaped my throat. I was already so turned on, I had to work to hold back a climax. Deciding the bullet was a little too much at the moment, I pulled it away. The flesh of my cunt protested, and another weeping droplet of my arousal seeped down my slit. I watched the spread of the liquid on my panties, and wanted a taste for myself. I leaned back, lifted my hips, and hooked my fingers in the bands of my panties. I pulled my knees closer to my chest and began sliding the fabric off my body. As they dropped off my feet, I tossed them across the room, eager to get back to playing with myself. Forgetting about the toys for a moment, I dipped a finger between my lips and scooped a bit of my moisture out. I brought the coated digit to my lips and sucked it deep into my mouth like I would my husband's cock. My taste was sweet, with a slight tang to it. I was used to tasting it on my husband's mouth when he kissed me after eating me out, so it was something I was used to. There was something different, however, about tasting myself in a pure state- I grew even more turned on, and slid my other hand down to cup my mound. I slid one finger between my pussy lips and the palm of my hand pressed upward to put pressure on my core. The finger began gliding up and down the slit, from my clit down to the weeping entrance to my pussy. I began moving my hips in time with my strokes, unable to resist. My other finger was still in my mouth, and I began swirling my tongue around it, stroking it, sucking it, even nibbling a little. I pretended the finger in my mouth was my husband's cock, and gave it a mini blow job while my other hand continued to tease my cunt. By now, my pussy was wetter than it had been in a long time, and I couldn't wait to start feeding my dildo to the starving kitty. I slurped my finger one last time before reaching for the dildo and the lube. Even though my pussy ached in protest, I pulled my hand away from my cunt. I poured out some of the cherry lube into my hand and stroked the dildo, coating it in the shiny, sweet-smelling liquid. With the other, I smeared some around the opening to my pussy, adding even more slickness to prepare for being impaled. Ready now, I scooted a little higher on the bed so I could see at a better angle, reached down with one hand and spread my pussy lips. The pink flesh inside was glistening with a mix of my own juices and the cherry lube, and I wished for a moment my husband was there to eat me. He wasn't, however, and I couldn't wait anymore. I brought the dildo down to my entrance, and slowly began sliding it in. The head popped through, its thick, firm inch disappearing. I groaned then, feeling the head slide into my tight canal. See, my dildo had about a 2 and a half inch girth, and was much bigger around than my husband. It filled me completely, and while I was excited, I had to wait a few seconds to let my body adjust. Soon, my muscles began clenching around the intrusion, and as I watched, began to draw more of it up inside my hot core. Another inch, then two, and I had to help it. I grasped the bottom of the dildo and began pushing it further inside. By now, I was moaning regularly and loudly, my hips shifting to accommodate the tool invading my body. By the time the first 6 inches were settled, I was groaning and jerking my thighs. I brought the bullet back to my pussy and rested it against the dildo. When I turned on the buzzing, the vibrations carried throughout the length of the dick, and I could feel them against the walls of my tunnel. I managed to thrust another half inch or so inside of me, and decided I needed a better angle. Keeping the dildo in position, I shifted into a crouch. Having worked out for years, I had enough balance to squat on the bed without holding anything but the dildo. Slowly, I started rising and dropping on the dildo as my hand held it propped on the bed. I watched as the inches began sliding out of my pussy and almost came from the sight. As I sank back down on it, I groaned loudly and muttered "oh fuckkkk" as more of it disappeared inside. Soon, I was raising and dropping at a furious pace, fucking myself on this monster dildo. I watched through heavy lidded eyes as my breasts bounced in time to my thrusts, as the toy disappeared and reappeared, as my skin began to flush, and my hair tossed wildly. When I couldn't stand not to come, I brought the buzzing bullet back to my clit and sank down as much as possible, shoving the dildo home. My walls clenched around it, and I let out a loud scream as exploded in a violent orgasm. My hips rocked back and forth, causing the toy to bump against my g-spot and eliciting another violent orgasm. This one went on and on, and my moans and sobs were uncontrollable. I was short of breath and gasping for air as a third screaming orgasm rolled through my body. Exhausted, I slumped sideways on the bed. My kegal-toned muscles began working to push the dildo out of my stretched channel. I grasped the base and began sliding it backwards, slowly to let my body adjust. When the head reached the entrance, I gritted my teeth, knowing the wider head would stretch me again. As it finally popped free, I let out another low, sexy moan and shuddered as I lay in a pool of sweat, lube and girl cum in the middle of my bed. I allowed myself a few minutes rest, and then I caught sight of the clock on the night stand. Realizing my husband and kids would be home soon, I started scrambling to hide the evidence of my pleasure. Unfortunately, just as I lunged off the bed, the door began opening behind me. A glance in the mirror told me I was too late- the smile on my husband's face told me he had been there long enough to hear what I was doing, and the tree trunk in his pants told me I wasn't done yet. ~~~~ To Be Continued~~~~ comments and feedback are MUCH appreciated, it's the only way I know if it's any good or not. A Night Alone When I walked out of the washroom, he was already in bed, reading a book. The steam from the bath stuck to my skin and cooled quickly as the air hit me. I sat down at the dresser and brushed out my hair with one hand, holding up my towel with the other. I heard a slight movement behind me and I looked up in the mirror. He was there, towering over me. I turned around and looked up. He had a slight smile on his face. He stroked my cheek with his hand and leaned down to kiss me softly. I dropped the brush when he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He held out a hand and I took it, and he led me to the bed. Despite my modesty, I let him take my towel and throw it across the room. He then held me at arm's length and looked me up and down, drinking in the sight of my naked body. He moved closer and kissed me again, and I felt my body reacting to his. I arched against him and sighed into his lips. I heard him chuckle slightly and then I felt myself being swung through the air. I gasped and opened my eyes, only to realize that he had thrown me on the bed facedown. My long, dark hair tangled around my face and blocked my vision, so that before I knew what was happening he had straddled me from behind. I turned and craned my neck to look at him. He was smiling, with a deep glint in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed the top of my spine, then drew his tongue down the length of my spine. I heard a shuddering sigh and realized that it had come from me. Abandoning myself to sensation, I let my face drop onto the coverlet. He grazed his teeth across my back and moved lower still, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of my behind. I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, but as he did it again, I felt a surge of pleasure head directly south. He continued his path of licking and nipping all the way down to my ankles, and then I felt the fabric of his breeches scrape against the backs of my legs. His chest grazed my back, and his hot breath tickled the back of my neck. "You are so beautiful," he whispered hoarsely. I laughed softly and shook my head. "Only to you." "If only you knew, my love." And then, he slipped two fingers inside of me and pushed gently. I let out a soft moan and buried my face into the pillows. He crooked his fingers inside me and pushed in and out, causing a breathless wave of ecstasy to float over me. I pushed back against him, willing him to go deeper. He licked my neck sensually and flipped me over with one hand. His probing fingers disappeared, and left an emptiness that I couldn't bear to feel. I grabbed his hand and tried to push it back toward my sex, but he resisted. "Not yet. That was just a taste." I sighed in frustration, but it quickly turned to one of pleasure as his lips closed around my nipple. He swirled his tongue around the little bulb and gently nipped at it while he kneaded my other breast with his huge hands. Then he switched and repeated that on the other side. The overflow of sensation had me dripping, and I felt my thighs getting slicker. Again, he slipped the delicious fingers in me and kissed his way down my stomach until his mouth was on my sex. He flicked his tongue over my clitoris and thrusted his fingers slowly in and out of me. I moaned again. "Oh, God, don't stop," I said throatily. He chuckled and the vibrations from his voice sent a shudder through my sex. His licking sped up as I bucked my hips against his face, willing my orgasm to come. He reached up with his free hand and rolled my nipple around and around between his fingers. My groan was even louder this time, and I knew I was close. It came out of nowhere. A burst of sensation hit me and my whole body seized up, shuddering and quaking against his mouth and hands. I felt myself tighten and release around his fingers and a series of breathless moans escaped me. He kept licking me until I had to push his head away, because I couldn't stand it. He stopped slowly, withdrew his fingers and laid his head on my stomach. I was still panting and shaking from my orgasm, my eyelids fluttering. Suddenly, I felt his lips on mine, and his tongue probing my own. I responded eagerly, tangling my fingers in his hair and dragging my nails down his back. "How was that?" he asked, smiling. "Wonderful," I sighed, stroking his face. He kissed me sweetly again and then rolled off of me, lying on his back at my side. We held hands for a minute or two while he let me come off my high. But I could not be satisfied for long. Soon enough, I slithered over on top of him and kissed him, sliding my hands all over his shoulders and chest. I flicked my tongue over his nipples and felt them tighten as he let out a soft moan. My fingers undid his breeches swiftly and I dragged them down his legs and threw them off the bed. I kissed my way up his legs and took each of his balls lovingly in my mouth, one at a time. His breathing grew deeper and he grabbed a handful of my hair. I finally slid my mouth around him and flicked my tongue over his head. He let out a huge sigh and tightened his grip on my hair. He pushed my head up and down, forcing himself deeper and deeper into my throat. Just when I thought I couldn't take it, his legs tightened and he came into my mouth, groaning softly. I swallowed every drop of his bitter nectar and sucked the head hard, which elicited another moan. Just as he had, I crawled up and kissed him with the taste of him still on my lips. He smiled at me with hooded eyes and stroked my back languidly. "That was incredible." "I do my best," I laughed, and curled up next to him. "Ah ah. We're not done yet," he said, and pulled me back on top of him. "Oh? What did I miss?" "This." And with that, he pushed himself into me, slow and deep. I gasped and moaned, pushing back against him. He sat up and held me close, leaning back against the head of the bed. I kissed him deeply while he thrusted into me slowly, filling me all the way up. I wrapped my hands around his neck and stared into his eyes, moving my hips up and down with him, steadily faster. He slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed in time with his thrusting. The contact sent shocks of pleasure through me. Our breaths sped up, and we began to moan in tandem. I felt myself tighten around him and moved faster. He responded in kind and we pushed against each other as if nothing else mattered. Finally, he thrusted once into me and stopped, burying his face into my neck and shouting my name. The warm spurt of his come inside me triggered my own orgasm, and I let out what was almost a scream. For a beautiful moment, we shuddered against each other, feeling the pulses of our release. And then it was over, and he slumped back onto the pillows. I collapsed on top of him, panting, my body limp and spent. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered softly into my ear, "I love you." I kissed his chest and looked up at him. "And I love you." We fell asleep in each other's arms—the only thing we needed.