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Amazin'

By: JayDavid



I started writing this story early in the baseball season, but stalled. Then, it was going to be a Summer Contest entry, but I didn't finish it in time. And now that we have reached the end of the baseball season, with the Mets ending another lousy season, I decided to finish it. One of the reasons that it took so long is that I have found myself increasingly uninterested in writing sex scenes, so I kept stopping when I got to the obvious point for the characters to have sex.

One of the reasons that I started writing here was to force myself to break out of an aversion to writing sex scenes. My first story, The Lake House Lessons, was an attempt to "go for it," and prove to myself that I could. Based on the feedback that I received from that story, I did pretty well. After that, I have enjoyed writing erotic fiction, and for the most part, I've been gratified by the responses. But I think I'm getting a little burned out. So, I hope you enjoy this story, even without any explicit sex. And I think that I'm going to take a break from Literotica for a while. I do have a few partially written pieces, so maybe I'll come back down the road. But, if not, thanks for reading my work and providing me with mostly positive feedback.

Another note, on this story—it is fiction, about the frustration of being a fan of the New York Mets. I'm actually older than the main character and therefore have lived through even more mostly disappointing seasons than the main character. So, the action that takes place in the present is fictional—the players' names are all made up, but the history is all accurate. Unfortunately.

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It was the bottom of the first, and Ramirez struck out, ending the inning and stranding Gordon at third. Just like he had yesterday. My buddy Bill took a slug of his overpriced microbrew and shook his head. It was another long season for the Mets—and tonight's game was not starting out auspiciously. I drank from my beer, carefully trying not to get any on my tie, before realizing that the work day was over, and I didn't need to wear the fucking tie anymore. So I took it off and jammed it into my suit pocket, then took the jacket off and folded it over the back of the empty seat next to me. In the heat, it was nice to be able to feel even a little breeze on my neck.

Bill and I were hooked. Mets fans to the death, and had been since we were kids. There had been a few good years, but mostly it was disappointment, collapses, injuries and false hope. Unfortunately, false hope was my stock in trade these days. Not only with the Mets, but really with everything. And being the idiot that I am, I rubbed my nose into it by dragging my ass out on the 7 train to CitiField, which still, even after these years, wasn't Shea Stadium, which was a dump compared to CitiField, but it was the dump of my childhood. The dump where I saw Mike Piazza blast homers.

Even on my lawyer's salary, I couldn't afford to go to too many games because the Wilpons charged so much for so little, so Bill and I would pick a couple of games and wait until the prices on StubHub dropped for good seats. And then we would waltz in and pretend to be high rollers, even though we still didn't get the seats with the free food. Instead, it was tacos, or ribs, or sandwiches, which were pretty good—a big upgrade from Shea, of course.

And I tried to forget about how much I hated the job I thought I would love, the constant nagging and second guessing and micromanaging, which took whatever joy there could be from the law and made it a painful slog each day through repetitive discovery responses and stupid motions.

I realized that I wasn't paying attention, and the Cubs had two on, with one out, and Nelson was struggling on the mound with his control. Again. Bill had finished his beer and had flagged a vendor for another. His gut had definitely started to get a bit too big, but at least he had a nice wife to go home to. It had been a year since Anya had dumped me, in public, at dinner with some friends. Her friends, as it became clear after the breakup. I mean, she was a Yankees fan, so I should have expected it from her—the arrogance that comes with having too much damned money. The Yankees and her, both. It had started so well with her—we liked the same music, loved baseball, and the sex was great, although I realized it only was great when I did what she wanted. Fucking entitled Yankee fan bitch.

The unmistakable thwack of a well struck baseball caused my head to snap to attention, as I saw a white streak heading toward left field, eluding both Jones and Blackmon and skidding to the wall, as two runs scored and Pacheco slid into third. It was my turn to shake my head and drink. Bill and I never left games early, except for that one time, when we were losing 13-2 in the 7th in the freezing rain, and even then we never discussed our perfidy, so it looked like it was going to be a long night.

To make it worse, the empty row in front of us was about to be filled. It took me a few seconds to notice that it was a group of 6 women, and they weren't bad looking, so maybe it wouldn't be all bad. Hope springs eternal, right? It has to, when you root for the Amazins. So five of the women were dressed like they had come straight from work, skirts, blouses, whatever, but the sixth was wearing a Benny Agbayani jersey. Benny Fucking Agbayani—a mediocre player, at best, who had somehow become a key guy back in 1999-2000, when we were, briefly, good under the arrogant genius Bobby V.

Those were the good old days, and they weren't even that good—losing to the Evil Empire in the 2000 World Series 4-1. I cried that night, but hoped for better times to come. But that was it—we sucked again until 2006, when the Cardinals beat us in the NLCS even after Endy made that great catch, but Molina homered, and Wainwright struck out Beltran looking to end the game. Poor Carlos Beltran—one of the best Mets ever, but never appreciated by the fans, because of that one at bat. Sometimes, that's just the way it goes on the job—one bad day and that's it. Of course, Beltran ended up doing just fine—with the Mets, and then after we traded him.

The girl in the Agbayani jersey had auburn hair, with some curls down to her shoulders, and she and her friends were drinking beer and chatting as the Mets went down meekly in the second inning. After Bryant grounded out to first, she stood up, and I happened to notice that she had a pretty nice ass, in tight jeans, and when she turned, I noticed that the jersey jutted out prominently at the letters. My first thought was that it would give her a pretty odd shaped strike zone, and I realized that I was maybe missing the point. I glanced up, but she was gone before I was able to get a good look at her face.

Instead, I focused on the game. The Mets had a man on second. Valdez danced off the bag, trying to distract the big lefty on the mound for the Cubs. But Shanks wasn't biting. He threw a curve that broke a foot to Hanson, and the so-called slugger actually lashed the ball down the third base line. Valdez ran on contact, and was easily doubled up when McGee made a great diving catch and simply had to hold the ball up and let Valdez slide into it. Inning and rally over.

I thought about getting some food from the food court behind the scoreboard, maybe some tacos and the corn with cheese, but the Agbayani fan was returning, empty handed, probably from the bathroom. She was cute. Not beautiful, but far from ugly. A pleasant face, not too much makeup, yeah, cute, I'd say. And for sure, the jersey looked much better on her than it ever did on the somewhat lumpy Benny. I wasn't thinking of her strike zone any more when Bill punched me in the arm, and I whipped my head around to face him. He hissed at me that I was staring, and suggested that I return my tongue to my mouth. I genially suggested that he fuck himself.

So, the Cubs were up, and it looked like Nelson was settling down. They always said that you need to get to good pitchers early, before they get into their groove. Maybe that also was true about mediocrities like Nelson. We had hope for him a couple of years ago, when he came up from the minors mid-season, and went 5-2, with good peripherals, but, of course, he hurt his arm and was struggling to regain whatever form he had. Nelson got a weak grounder and a lazy fly, and was battling Powell, who was fouling off pitch after pitch, before finally striking out.

I checked my phone, and there was an email from the asshole partner who kept riding my ass, about some stupid thing that we had already discussed that morning, as if our conversation wasn't important enough to stick in his brain. I replied, and engaged in a brief flurry of back and forths, at the end of which, he agreed that what we had agreed on earlier was agreeable.

The Mets were up, and Bolden was waggling his bat, waiting for the pitch. I hated Bolden. The guy was feast or famine, and lately mostly famine. I heard the woman sitting next to Agbayani Jersey, a bleached blond, by the roots that I could see, say that Bolden looks cute, and, to my utter shock, Benny-girl agreed but pointed out that his OPS sucked, and that they should be playing Bradley, who got on base, even if he lacked power. The blonde looked at her like she had started speaking Hittite.

I guess I must have actully said, "Exactly," out loud, maybe louder than normal even, and they turned to face me. The blond was hot, if a little slicker looking than I usually find attractive, but the Agabayni girl was really in my wheelhouse, if I had a wheelhouse. It was a little embarrassing, and Bill turned away, leaving me to deal with this gaffe on my own.

Sometimes, the best defense is a good offense, and I rattled off a bunch of stats comparing Bolden and Bradley, and agreeing that Bradley was the clearly better choice. The blonde, clearly not a sabremetrician, shrugged, turned back and watched Bolden whiff, again, but the girl in the Agbayani jersey smiled at me and said that decisions like that were why she hated Moreno as a manager.

Which led to a discussion of Bobby V, and even Art Howe, and Willie and Collins. And whether the Mets would have been better had Gil not died. Finally, she stuck out her hand and said that her name was Carla, and had been a Met fan her whole life. Displaying more game than usual, I introduced myself and suggested that she climb up and sit next to me, so we could talk about the game. Shockingly, she stood up, reached out her hand, which I took, and helped her balance as she climbed over the green plastic seat to our row. I stole a look at Bill, who hid his grin with a sip of beer.

It turned out that Carla was also a lawyer, a little junior to me, but at a big law firm. None of the clients wanted the firm's Mets tickets, so they gave them to the employees, and the group in front of me were lawyers, paralegals and secretaries from the firm, the rest of whom didn't really care about baseball, but thought it might be a fun night out. Clearly, though, Carla was a fan, and we watched the Mets' continued futility together, sharing stories of games we had been to over the years, with actually some overlap.

Then, I realized I was starving, so I suggested that we go get food, and Carla agreed. Nothing good was happening on the field, so it seemed like an O.K. time to get something to eat. We slid out of the row, up the aisle to the concourse and walked to the food court behind the scoreboard. The line at Shake Shack was, as always, obscenely long, but Carla, like me, wanted tacos, so we got on line, ordered up the tacos, and the corn with cojita cheese, and beer, and she refused to let me pay for her half. There was space at one of the green standup tables, so we cleared away the prior user's crap and put ours down in place.

We stood next to each other, so that we could watch the game on the big screen on the back of the scoreboard while we ate. The Mets were still down 2-0, and nothing seemed to be happening on the field. We made small talk, discussed the heat, some cases we worked on, and the Mets, past, present, and our hope for the future. And after we cleared our garbage we walked back to the seats. Carla sat next to me again.

Meanwhile, Gordon had gotten on base again, and stole second. Blackmon grounded out, but it was a good out, advancing Gordon to third. The crowd was getting into it, and Carla was chanting, "Let's Go Mets," loudly, her face contorted with the effort. Shanks got two strikes on Jones, who fought off the next pitch and dunked the ball into the opposite field, as Gordon trotted home. Down 2-1, man on first. Carla turned to me and smiled, and we high-fived, before I turned and did the same to Bill. Ramirez continued his awful run, striking out looking, but Valdez lined a single on the first pitch, and Jones moved to third. The crowd was clapping and screaming, trying to urge our team to tie, or even take a lead.

I noticed that Carla's friends, in front of us, were just sitting there, watching, drinking and chatting, but Carla was nearly vibrating with excitement next to me. I watched a drop of sweat slowly roll down her neck, and into the collar of her jersey, and it reminded me that she seemed to have a nice set, but it was still kind of hard to tell for sure. Hanson came to the plate and worked out a walk, loading the bases for fucking Bolden. I started chanting, "C'mon Bolden, C'mon Bolden," quietly, as the big guy entered the batter's box. Shanks started him with a big breaking curve, and Bolden swung so hard that I could almost feel the breeze from his whiff, which would have been welcome, because the air was so thick it was hard to breathe. He took a low fastball outside for a ball, then fouled off a pitch. A strikeout seemed destined to happen, and we were hoping against hope for a different result.

Shanks delivered a heater high and outside, and Bolden crushed it. We stood, screaming as the ball traced a parabola toward right center field. Powell ran back to the wall, jumped, extended his glove hand, and fucking came down with the ball. Fucking Powell, robbed Bolden of a salami. I noticed for the first time that Carla had grabbed my arm, and was squeezing it, but after Powell caught the ball, she let go. We exchanged some kind of look, and she said, "Fucker," which immediately endeared her to me, because I knew that she was referring to our own Bolden, and not the enemy Powell who had robbed him of glory.

We sat down, shaking our heads. I felt the adrenaline seep out of me, yet again. The game continued on in pretty much the same fashion, and Carla and I kept up a running chatter about the game. I had never met a woman, and frankly few men, who had the same knowledge of baseball, in general, and the Mets, even stuff that happened before we were born.

The beer guy came by, and I flagged him down. I looked at Carla, and noticed the sexy way that her hair was plastered to her forehead, and she nodded, so I got two. I handed her a plastic cup, and took mine and pressed it to my head, enjoying the cold, before taking a deep slug. Bill turned to me, pointed to the beer and shrugged. I realized that I had forgotten that he was even there, and that etiquette and tradition had demanded that I buy him a beer before. But I was clearly distracted.

The game went on, and neither team threatened until the bottom of the ninth. The Cubs closer, Garcia, was on the hill, bringing his customary wild heat. Carla leaned into me and said, quietly, "He's been hittable lately," and I nodded. Her scent of shampoo, beer and sweat was distracting, but I focused my energy on the field.

Blackmon stepped up to the plate and worked the count full. Garcia was throwing hard, and Blackmon fought off some tough pitches, before fisting a looper into short right. We were in business. Jones squared to bunt, and Carla gasped. "No, swing away," she pleaded. But Garcia was wild, and the count went to two balls. Jones squared away again, and Carla shook her head. But when Garcia released the pitch, he pulled the bat back and tomahawked the ball into left.

It was first and second, and fucking Bolden was getting ready to hit. I turned to Carla, and said, "So, whadda you think?"

"We are going to win," she said, with more confidence than seemed reasonably.

"You seem pretty sure for a Met fan" I replied.

"We never lose when I wear my lucky panties," she whispered.

Despite the heat, that sent a chill up my spine. I'm not sure that I had ever heard anything sexier, so I looked at the field and tried to regain my composure. I guess that my silence was interpreted as a question, because right after Jones took ball 2, Carla reached behind her, and stuck her hand into the back of her jeans. She leaned forward and I could see that she had pulled out the elastic of her underwear, displaying the familiar blue and orange logo on the sheer fabric. She let go, sat back, looked at me and smiled, which made her look really cute.

"Never?" I was able to say.

"Never," she replied with certainty.

I briefly considered that Carla was flirting with me, but then Garcia dealt, and Bolden missed badly on a curve, then took strike two on a heater up and in. I really hated fucking Bolden, but he watched a close pitch outside for ball 3. It was a full count, and we were down to our last strike, with the king of K's at the plate. I turned to Carla, who was staring at the field, sweat dripping down her face, smudging her makeup. "Never?" I asked.

Without turning away from the field, she said, "Never. Ever." Then she reached over and grabbed my leg, above the knee, in a death grip as Garcia rocked back into his delivery. I could feel her nails digging into my flesh. Blackmon and Jones took off as the ball sailed in, so high that even Bolden couldn't swing, although he probably wanted to.

As Bolden trotted down to first, Carla turned to me, smiling, and she winked. "Not over yet." Her hand had not left my leg, and I had no interest in seeing that happen, anyway. Then, something surprising happened—Bradley was announced as a pinch hitter.

I mentioned that maybe they wanted someone who could make contact, and Carla whispered, as if the Cubs could hear, that maybe it was going to be a squeeze play, which I thought would be pretty incredible. And, in fact, Blackmon was dancing off third, trying to distract Garcia, who kept looking over. I was still distracted by Carla's hand, which was now resting lightly on my thigh, not moving. I tried to figure out whether to touch her, and if so, where, but I didn't want to break the spell.

Garcia threw a heater, and Blackmon feinted down the line, while Bradley pretended to bunt, causing the crowd to gasp. Either it was a fake, or a safety squeeze, but either way, it was ball 1.

The catcher tossed the ball out to the mound, and Garcia looked off Blackmon, who was still dancing off the bag. I didn't expect that they would actually squeeze after showing it on the last pitch, but you never know if that was what they were trying to do. Garcia tugged on the brim of his blue cap, shook off Pacheco before nodding. He tossed what looked to be a hook, and Bradley just stuck out his bat, which hit the ball.

We all stood up, watching to see if it would be caught, but the ball just eluded the second baseman's glove and landed with a thud in the grass in shallow right field. Mets win, game over.

Carla turned to me, and yelled over the crowd, "See, my underwear never loses," and before I could formulate some sort of witty response, she leaned in and tilted her head up, so I leaned down and kissed her. As her tongue pressed against mine, I could feel her breasts, hiding behind her Agbayani jersey, crush against my chest, and I sensed the expected reaction between my legs. What there was of the crowd was going wild around us, and I felt like I was in one of those movies, where the hero and heroine are kissing, while all hell is breaking out. But eventually, she pulled back, and looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.


Amazin'



"I think we should celebrate this victory," she said.

"Sure," I replied, yelling over the still screaming crowd and postgame music. "Where?"

"My place," she said, and leaned in for another epic kiss. I wrapped my arms around her, savoring the press of her body against mine, and feeling the smooth fabric of Agbayani's number 50 on her back.

I had forgotten that Bill was still there, and he was looking at me with a goofy look on his face, because he knew that picking up strange women was not exactly my strong suit. I high fived him for the win, and you know, and he yelled good night and headed out by himself.

We walked out of the stadium, out through the rotunda and toward the subway. She told me that she lived on the Upper West Side, and we followed the relatively sparse crowd up the stairs onto the platform. It wasn't the circular stairs from the old Shea days, but it was more functional, and we trudged up the hall, through the turnstiles and onto the platform. Carla grabbed my arm and moved me toward the front of the platform, where we waited, with the other fans, most wearing at least one piece of team paraphernalia, except for the people who had come directly from the office, and even then, there were a few guys with suits and caps, which I always thought looked a little silly.

The train lumbered in, and we luckily were right at the door, which opened, expelling a blast of thankfully overchilled air. I grabbed Carla's hand and pulled her in behind me, sliding down the orange seats until my leg pressed against the silver pole. Carla was crushed against me by a fat guy in a weird Mets shirt, the logo off-center and crooked, and there was an old Asian woman, probably coming from Flushing, sitting to my right. The train was partially filled, and I realized that I was still holding Carla's hand, and she was making no attempt to extricate herself.

Her eyes were flashing with excitement, and while I hoped it was because she was with me, I knew deep down it was because of the walk-off bloop. But either way, I was fine. We chatted on the way in to the City, mostly about the game, but a little about ourselves. And kept holding hands. I was aware of the way her right thigh pressed against my left one. And I thought about the games I went to with Anya, and her condescending comments about my team, which, yes, aren't the fucking Yankees with their million championships, but they were mine. She never understood why I wouldn't just root for the Yankees, they win all the time, and have all of that history, and so forth, but it's like your family, I guess, you just can't change.

Before I knew it, we were pulling into Times Square, and still holding fucking hands, we were out into the sweltering station. The contrast between the meatlocker cold of the 7 train and the wet heat of the real world made me briefly dizzy, but I followed Carla to the 2, and after a mercifully short wait, we were back on a cool train, heading north. This whole thing was going way too smoothly. I was with a nice looking girl, with what appeared to be a great body, on my way to her apartment for who knows what. And we were chatting easily, like we had known each other forever. And she was a Mets fan.

I shook my head, because I knew that something would happen to blow it. I had seen the Beltran strikeout and the two collapses. I had seen the injuries, and the errors, and the dumb trades, like Kazmir for Zambrano, and I knew that anything Mets related had to end poorly. But, like I kept going to games, and kept watching them, even after they were eliminated from the playoffs, I was going to see this to the end.

We got off the train at 96th, back into the furnace, and when we emerged from the station, still holding hands, I noticed we were fooled into thinking that the hot breeze was actually cooling, in contrast to the fetid, thick air of the station. There is a smell in New York during the summer, a mix of rotting garbage, urine, exhaust fumes and grilling meat that is unmistakable, and I let Carla lead me through it, up a couple of blocks and then over a few, before we approached her building. It was one of the newer ones, built during an earlier real estate boom, when this part of the Upper West Side was transforming from a dangerous, drug filled waste to a land of Yuppies pushing strollers. I knew that the building would look nice, but was probably built cheaply, allowing young professionals to pay a rent that, while exorbitant by most standards, was reasonable by New York's.

She nodded at the uniformed guy behind the desk, and led me to the elevator. The silver doors opened, we got in, and she pressed 19. The doors closed, and she looked up at me. At this sign, I bent down and kissed her, gently on the lips. She answered with a passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue into mine, and as the elevator rose, I pushed her against the wall as we made out furiously, rarely coming up for air. I could hear the electronic pings as the elevator passed each floor, until it slowed and the doors wooshed open.

Carla disengaged, and with a smile, led me out of the elevator and down the hall to her apartment. She reached into her purse, pulled out her keys and unlocked first the upper then the lower lock, before leaning into the door with her shoulder. I followed her number 50 into the vestibule, closing the door behind me. The apartment was dark, with only a little glow from the city outside the window. Time seemed to stand still, like when you are watching the potential winning run heading toward the fence, and you see the outfielder lining the ball up against the wall. And you don't know whether you will be celebrating or commiserating.

She stepped forward, put her arms around me, and we started kissing again. Breathless, she turned and I followed her through the small, neat living room, into her bedroom. Carla turned on a small bedside lamp and began to unbutton the jersey. As she removed it, I could see that she was wearing a blue bra, not quite Mets blue, but a bit darker, and that my suspicions about the size of her chest had been borne out. Then, she peeled off her jeans, revealing the full glory of her Mets panties.

I realized that I was just looking, and that action was needed, so I tossed my suit jacket onto a chair in the bedroom and began to unbutton my shirt. As I was undressing, Carla began to take off her bra, and I shook my head, and asked her to let me do it. She nodded, and I stepped toward her, and we began to kiss. I felt her press against me, and as she rubbed my back, I reached around and unclasped her bra, feeling the slight sag of her breasts against by chest as their support was released. She stepped back slightly, removing the bra and tossing it on top of my suit jacket.

Her breasts were magnificent. Big, but not excessively so, firm, and with prominent, hard, dark nipples that displayed her own excitement. Carla reached down and began to fumble with my belt, and I helped her deal with that accessory, allowing her to open my suit pants, which fell to the floor. Everything was moving both fast and slow at the same time, and for a second I flashed on the fact that I had only met Carla a couple of hours ago, and, more remarkably, at CitiField. And even more remarkably, that she was a knowledgeable and intense Mets fan. Who happened to have team panties, beautiful breasts and an apparent desire to have sex with me. My cock was as hard as an aluminum bat, and Carla was grinding against me as we fell onto the bed.

One thing that my father taught me, other than a love for the Mets and all that entails, was that a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. I mean, yeah, Carla and I spent the night having sex. It wasn't particularly amazing at first, as we both tried stuff that prior partners enjoyed, before we realized what the other liked, and then things really gelled.

Sometime about 5 a.m. I found myself lying in Carla's comfortable if unfamiliar bed. In the dim light filtering in from the street, I could see her curvy form, lying on its side, facing away from me, covered by the sheet. I lay there, thinking that it seemed too good to be true, and I waited, listening to my breath, for Carla to wake up and suggest, politely, that I leave. And that would be that. One really great night, and I'd never see her again. Another disappointment.

I could have gotten up and left of my own accord, taken the initiative, but honestly, I didn't want to. This relationship, such as it was, had potential, I thought, and I didn't want to be the one to send the wrong signal. I tried to distract myself by reliving the game, and thought about how things looked desperate, but they pulled it out, they won, and of course that led me to think about how I ended up in Carla's bed. Which made me consider the chances for more.

Suddenly, I thought of Mookie Wilson. It struck me that not everything ends in failure. Not everything good turns into a humiliating collapse. I've read about how the 1969 Mets put nearly a decade of epic ineptness behind them, came roaring from behind and blew by the Cubs, swept Hank Aaron's Braves and took the series from the Orioles—maybe one of the best teams ever. And how in 1973, rallying behind Tug McGraw's slogan, "You Gotta Believe," they went from last to first, before losing in a World Series that they had no business even playing in.

Of course, there was 1986—winning the league wire to wire before somehow beating the cheating Astros to get to the Series, when Mookie's grounder helped snatch victory from defeat. Or 1999, when Pratt's homer and Ventura's Grand Slam Single got them this close to another series. And there was Baxter's incredible catch to save Santana's no-hitter only a few years ago.

I turned to look at Carla, and realized that she was awake. She was looking at me with a very sexy smile on her face. She reached out and pulled me closer to her. And before my body touched hers, and before my lips met hers, I felt like I was in spring training. When there is nothing but hope, anything is possible and the future was still to be written.



Amazing



"Amazing."

"What's amazing?"

"Lying in bed with you in my arms," he smiled. "I feel so alive, even though I've had no sleep."

"Why couldn't you sleep?"

"It seemed to be such a waste, when I could watch you sleeping."

"That's so sweet," she cooed. "I have always wished this could happen to me."

"I like the sound of your breathing -- so relaxed and at peace."

"I like the way the moonlight filters in through the window-cracks," she said and snuggled closer to him. "It reminds me of your smile."

"How does it remind you of my smile?"

"It makes me think of the way you fall into a smile when you're kissing me."

"What else do you like?"

"I like the way you brush back my hair with your fingertips, while I'm pretending to sleep."

"You mean you weren't sleeping either, young lady?"

"No. I was just keeping the butterflies in my stomach nervous and giddy. It felt so natural."

"As natural as the way our legs tangle beneath the sheets?"

"Yes. I also love the way our fingers crawl beneath those sheets...and where they crawl to too," she giggled and leaned across to kiss him. "You know what?"

"What?"

"When I kiss you, it always feels as if we are falling back into a long learned habit."

"I could fall in love with you so easily."

"I already have," she grinned. 

"Falling in love with yourself might be considered a little egocentric."

"Stop misconstruing me, you pig."

"Oink."

"See you even snort sweetly: how can I help but love you."

"Oink; Oink!"

"There could, of course, be too much of a good thing."

"I could never get enough of you, pet."

"You'll get used to having me; but I will never reconcile myself to the sheer pleasure of your company."

"Will you reconcile love and lust instead?"

"Well, I seem to have managed to make my way north to your abode and your bed, regardless of other entanglements."

"We seem to be very nicely entangled here."

"We do. And I more than like our present situation," she smiled. "It feels as if I can finally put the past to rest without having to feel guilty for it."

"You're here to solely ease your guilt, pet?"

"Of course not; why are you so damnably provocative? "

"Because teasing you is just so wonderful."

"I like your teasing."

"That's a dangerous admission."

"I can live dangerously."

"Is the danger, the reason why you love being with me then?" 

"I love being with you because you know exactly what I want when I don't even realise it myself. You know what else?"

"I know you are going to tell me what else," he teased.

"Don't be so infuriatingly mean." 

"Sorry."

"Well..."

"Well?"

"Well," she continued. "I couldn't believe it when you told me that you wanted me to come here." 

"You couldn't?" 

"I didn't want to believe what you said at first. I thought you were just flirting."

"Perhaps we weren't supposed to follow through." 

"Perhaps; but I allowed myself to like you because I thought you were untouchable."

"You can touch me now," he smiled.

"Can I?"

"Please..."

"I love touching you," she whispered as she caressed him. "I love the feeling of you so close to me."

"Touch me again...good girl."

"I really do love your reactions," she murmured as she fondled him.

"I had no idea that you really liked me, other than as a cypher via the flirts and the fiction; ooooh - do that again."

"This?"

"Mmm -- that. Good girl."

"You were quite surrounded by other girls."

"That may have just been in my head."

"No - it was in my head too."

"I'm a bit of a serial flirtationist."

"You can say that again."

"I'm a bit of a se..."

"Nooo - don't."

"Can I make a suggestion then, pet?"

"You know I love your suggestions."

"Climb on top."

"And you were so full of yourself," she grinned down at him as she straddled him, and squeezed her thighs to his haunches, her figure outlined in the moonlight behind her.

"Would you like to be full of me now?" He said, reaching up to caress her belly and then gradually reached upwards to brush his hands against her bosom, finally running his hands over her shoulders and pulling her down into a firm embrace.

"I would."

"I love the shape of your breasts."

"I love that you love them."

"And I want to look at you and be with you." 

"And I want you to be in me."

"Do I make you nervous when I slip into you without any protection?"

"No. I just love being close to you."

"That's good, because I love just to breathing in the same space as you, pet."

"I used to catch myself always wanting to see that glint in your eye, but I was too shy."

"You don't seem very shy now."

"I'm going to stay with you the entire weekend; and I am so loving it already." 

"I loved it when you got off the train."

"I always wanted to fling myself into the arms of someone waiting for me at a station."

"It's a shame you didn't recognise me then."

"I think the other gentleman rather liked my overtures."

"I felt quite jealous."

"I felt quite embarrassed."

"You blushed beautifully, when you realised."

"I was mortified: I just want us to be happy together." 

"Well you won me over completely with those blushes, pet."

"I've won you over?"

"Isn't that completely obvious?"

"Yes, your need does seem rather obvious now. Sometimes we could be accused of talking too much."

"What should we be doing?"

"Kissing and making love: and then doing both again and again."

"Sounds like an excellent plan to me; anyway, I don't know what else to say, pet."

"You don't sound entirely convinced."

"You make me so happy. I just want to take you, pet."

"Oh Goodie."

"Slide off me, girl; and spread your legs."

"Don't hurt me."

"I'll take you easily. And it will feel wonderful."

"Oh!...Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Mmmm!"

"That's it."

"Isn't it just..."

"You make me complete."

"I want you completely."

"Oh. Do that again."

"That?"

"Yes. That. Oh yes...yes, yes, yes!"

"Amazing!"



Amazing!



"Amazing," Al thought, "how beautiful she looks simply lying there all wet and messy." A dollop of pearly fluid oozed from Vickie's swollen nether lips, slowly slid over her crack, and puddle on the sheet below her lazily spread thighs.

It was a quarter past two in the morning when Al rolled from Vickie's clutches to lie next to his now inert wife. A couple of minutes passed as the couple regained their wits. It had been an eventful evening. More so, because it had been so long in process.

Vickie moved on the bed, feeling the stickiness that temporarily glued the sheet to her soft bottom. "Yikes, I'm so messy," she exclaimed as she rolled off the bed and, cupping her hand between her smooth legs, she waddled to the bathroom. Al was still staring up at the ceiling and reliving the past nine hours.

Al and Vickie arrived at Kathy and Bill's home around five the previous afternoon. It had been a spur of the moment invitation during one of their infrequent telephone conversations. Kathy called to chat with Vickie and catch up on each other's activities. Al, sitting in an easy chair nearby could hear Vickie's side of the conversation. Near the end of the call, he could sense that Vickie was hesitating as she replied to Kathy.

"I don't know, we have so much to do here," Vickie replied into the phone. "Well, you know we'd love to see you two, but..." she added.

Kathy must have said something amusing, because Vickie laughed aloud, adding, "You're a devil, you know that?" There was a long silence, during which Vickie sat and listened, nodding now and then.

"Oh, what the hell, why not?" Vickie finally exclaimed. "We could sure use a change of pace. So, yes, we can come next weekend, I guess. Let me just check with Al."

Vickie turned to her husband with her hand over the phone. "They want us to visit next weekend. You know what they probably have in mind. So, do you want to go or not?"

Frankly, Al was shocked to hear the excitement in his wife's voice. They had been friends with Kathy and Bill for a long time. The four had partied together and the wives had teased the men unmercifully, wearing revealing outfits, dancing close, and tempting their willpower. Bill had finally confessed that he and Kathy were occasional swingers. It was obvious that Bill and Kathy were attempting to seduce them, but had never applied any real pressure. Now, Kathy's invitation for a weekend visit carried an unspoken, yet unmistakable message. Vickie and Kathy were good friends but Vickie had a hard time fully accepting Bill since she sometimes felt he mistreated Kathy. Now, for the first time, Vickie appeared ready to try a weekend visit.

Al looked over at his attractive mate. An image of Vickie naked on her hands and knees with Bill's thick prick poised at her aroused yet vacant vagina flashed across his mind. That image was quickly replaced by another of Kathy's blonde head Bobbing up and down as her lips moved on his erect cock. The hair on the back of Al's neck stood up and he felt a shiver travel down his spine. The fantasy that he had dreamed so many times might actually happen and his throat went dry as he tried to reply.

"Uh, no other real plans," he mumbled hoarsely, so I guess we could go if you want to."

Vickie uncovered the phone and a smile crossed her pretty face. "Al said okay, so we'll accept your invite. We can probably be at your place by late Friday afternoon. Is that all right?"

The call lasted another couple of minutes as the two women discussed meal plans and what to bring. By the time she put the phone down, Vickie was giggling. "Kathy said to pack at least one sexy black dress. They want to take us to a new hot spot next Saturday night," she divulged. "Sounds like a fun weekend, huh?"

"It's always interesting when we're together with those two. I have a feeling that old Bill has some naughty designs on you. Are you prepared for that, honey?"

Vickie moved to her husband, leaned over and kissed him tenderly. "Maybe Bill's over his fixation on my tits, but if you are right, are you going to be okay with a bit of fun and games? I know that Kathy is going to try to get to you, so if you are uncomfortable at all, I'll call her back and cancel."

Al hesitated for a moment, trying to determine the proper response to his wife's challenge. He put his arm around her and softly patted her soft rear. "Let's just see how it goes once we get there. They may just want to fool around like we've done before. You know, you and Kathy really enjoy teasing us with your revealing outfits. Maybe that will be as far as it goes. That's fine, because we get so aroused, our bedroom time is always terrific."

"Kathy mentioned that they have a hot tub and she was anxious for us to join them for a soak," Vickie countered. "You know what that might lead to late at night."

"Well, we're good friends with them, so that won't be such a big deal, will it?"

Vickie relented. "Probably not, I was glad to hear that Bill has been very loving and attentive toward Kathy for a long time now. She thinks he's learned that being domineering and rude turns people off. She told me he's like a different personality and she's loving it."

"I'm glad to hear that," Al responded seriously. "I know that bothered you. It bothered me too. Kathy is such a sweetheart, and he needs to appreciate what a gem he has there."

"Yes, Kathy's a beautiful and vivacious gal. I don't blame you for showing her some extra attention," Vickie confessed. "She is younger and still has a firm and amazing body."

"So do you, babe," Al quickly replied. "I know Bill simply drools over you every time he's around. It makes me proud to be your husband and lover."

Vickie moved onto Al's lap and planted a wet kiss on his lips. His hand moved to her soft breast and squeezed gently. "Let's shower together and retire early," he suggested with a sly grin.

>>>>2

"You're right on time," Bill barked as he shook Al's hand on Friday afternoon. "Let me help you with your things. I have a pitcher of margaritas ready so we can celebrate the stAl of our weekend."

Bill and Al carried bags into the spacious guest room. Vickie met Kathy in the kitchen and put appetizers in the refrigerator. The two women hugged and kissed cheeks in greeting.

"I'm so glad you agreed to join us," Kathy gushed. "We'll have a great time, you'll see."

Vickie smiled, "I brought my briefest black dress with spaghetti straps," she told her hostess. "Where are we going tomorrow?"

"It's a new club, not too far from here. Great music, low lights, strong drinks, and a very casual atmosphere," Kathy replied. "You will have fun dancing and being fancy free."

"Al and I can both use a break," Vickie admitted. "We've been in a pressure cooker for the past few months and it's taken a toll on our personal life."

"We'll quickly solve that problem! Why don't you two get comfortable and I'll tell Bill to get the drinks and goodies ready on our deck. The weather's perfect and we will get you relaxed in no time."

Al and Vickie changed into shorts and t-shirts, foregoing shoes, and headed for the deck and refreshments. As they reached the door to the deck, Al pointed to the small sign posted at eye level. It read, "Relax, at our place is attire is optional."

Vickie laughed as she read the sign. "It's just like them to make it official. We may be overdressed."

Vickie was somewhat relieved to see that Bill and Kathy were also in shorts. Bill wore a battered t-shirt and Kathy sported a cute white tube top that set off her tan and her erect nipples.

"Bill, where are your manners? Serve our guests their drinks and offer them some chips and salsa. They must be starved after their trip."

Bill hurried to comply with Kathy's order, raising Al's eyebrows by his quick action.

"Why, thank you Bill," Vickie cooed as Bill sat a frosty margarita on the deck table beside her. Al saw her smile at their host as he surveyed the swells now covered only by a thin shirt. 

"Let's have a toast to our weekend," Kathy suggested. "I'm sure you will find it worth the trip."

They raised their glasses and clinked. Al looked into Kathy's eyes and thought he saw a strange twinkle as she tipped her glass for a sip.

"You know what we need? We need some music, Bill," Kathy said.

Bill rose quickly and went into the house to turn on the stereo and switch on the deck speakers.

"Bill certainly is attentive these days," Vickie commented after he had left the table. "What's up, Kathy?"

Kathy smiled slyly. "You are very perceptive, Vickie. Believe it or not, we recently discovered that Bill has a submissive facet to his personality. He's the boss at his office during the day, but he's found that he enjoys being much more subservient here at home. By the same token, I've learned that I can be rather dominant when I know it is appropriate. You'll no doubt see our role reversal more as the weekend unfolds."

"How did it happen?" Al asked quietly.

"We went to the club one Saturday and ran into a very attractive couple. It turned out that he was the submissive one. Later, here at home, we did some experimenting and found that it solved some difficulties for us. So, now you know, but don't let on just yet, okay?"

"As you wish," Vickie replied. "I think this could be very interesting, don't you honey?"

Al nodded, keeping his own thoughts as he contemplated what Kathy had divulged.

"How's the volume?" Bill asked as he returned to the deck. The music was perfect, so that they could still talk while listening.

"That's nice, dear," Kathy purred sweetly. "The music makes me want to do a little dancing."

After several rounds of drinks and a lot more conversation, the initial tentativeness was gone and the group was chatting and laughing freely. 

"Our new club has great music," Kathy volunteered. "They even have a shiny pole in one corner of the dance floor. I've learned how to use the pole and perform for the audience."

"That I'd like to see," Al barked to the other's laughter. Vickie poked his arm playfully.

"I just do it to tease poor Bill," Kathy confessed. "I use this pole at the corner of the deck."

Al noticed the pole and grinned. "Are you going to give us a show?"

Kathy grinned and sipped her drink. I might if Vickie agrees to try it too. But there are some rules."

"Sounds very sexy," Vickie admitted. "Do you wrap yourself around the pole, or do you climb on it?"

"A little of both, I guess. It can be rather arousing to hold something so long and round."

Al found his voice. "Wait, you mentioned something about rules. What's that about?"

Now, it was Kathy's turn to be coy. "You can only watch if you are restrained," she announced.

"You mean you'd tie us up?" Al asked, his eyes wide.

"Yep. It's a way to increase the arousal factor and, believe me, it does that!"

"Any other rules?" Al asked almost in a whisper.

Kathy looked over at Vickie and answered directly to her. "You must be restrained...and unclothed," she replied.

Vickie smiled at her hostess. "That sounds positively wicked, Kathy!"

"That's the only way it can work," she said. "I don't allow it any other way."

Vickie looked at both men, a serious face of some intensity. "Are you two willing to obey the rules?" 

Bill nodded his head immediately. "Fine with me," he announced. "It's worth it to see the show."

Al sat wrapped in his thoughts. His wife and Kathy had laid down a challenge. Was he prepared to submit to something so debasing just to witness two women perform a pole dance?

"I'm not sure I like the idea of any kind of restraint," Al began haltingly. "It sounds a bit kinky to me."

Kathy sneered at his response. "It won't hurt at all, Al. In fact, you might be surprised at the excitement you will feel while being gently restrained. You should try everything at least once, right?"

"Come on, honey," Vickie urged. "I'll protect you, I promise. It will be fun to have Kathy teach me some of her new moves."

"Oh, all right, I guess. How bad can it be?" Al finally relented. "When do you want to do your little dance?"

Kathy clapped her hands. "We can do it right now, before anybody loses their nerve. Vickie, come help me round up the stuff we'll need."

The two women dashed into the house giggling. Al turned to Bill. "This is crazy."

Bill nodded. "Yeah, it's a little nuts, but trust me, you will find it quite refreshing to be the helpless pawn to your wife. She will surprise you and we'll be winners in the end."

Al nodded. "So, you really like being submissive around the house now?"

"It's a turn-on for both of us. It's a breath of fresh air, buddy. We are both masters of our realm at work, so it's a real change to let your wife take the reins at home. You'll see."

"I'll reserve judgment on that, but I really want to see them dance around that pole."

>>>>3

Vickie and Kathy returned to the deck carrying lengths of Velcro and some wide straps. Dropping their gear in a pile, Kathy turned to the two husbands.

"You will both be undressed now. Vickie, you can take care of Bill. I'll remove Al's things, then we'll find suitable seats for them."

Al watched his wife move directly in front of their host and begin to unbutton his shirt. His attention was drawn away by Kathy's touch on his top button. She was looking directly into his eyes as she fumbled with each button...taking her time. After removing his shirt, she unbuckled his shorts and he took a deep breath as she moved his zipper down. Kneeling, Kathy slid his shorts down his stout legs and her hands reached up to the waistband of his underwear. Her fingers felt strange as she slipped his jockey's down, exposing his semi-stiff member.

"Hello, Shorty," Kathy chuckled as she looked directly at his groin. "Step out now," she instructed.

Glancing away, Al saw his wife completing her task with their host. Bill stood stark naked in front of her and he was smiling broadly. Vickie had seen Bill nude in a hot tub before, but this seemed quite different.

"I think we will put Bill in that chair," Kathy stated. "Al might be more comfortable in this lounger," she added with a chuckle.

Al watched as Kathy and Vickie put Bill in the chair and proceeded to wrap Velcro restraints around his arms and legs, binding him to his chair. A thick strap went around his chest and he was quickly restrained, with no means of freeing himself.

"Al, you will lie on the lounger now," Kathy ordered. 

He was about to hesitate when Vickie pressed her hand on his back and pushed him toward the lounger. He allowed his wife to guide him to the lounge chair and press his shoulder enough to make him sit on its side. Kathy put his legs up onto the chair and his wife pushed his chest to stretch him out there.

Al felt the Velcro straps circle his arms and legs as the two women made quick work of the restraining straps that held him onto the lounge chair. He and Bill were positioned with open views of the deck pole, but they were immobile and in anticipation of what was yet to come.

Vickie stood beside Al's inert form and leaned over to kiss him deeply. Bill got a kiss from Kathy at the same time. It was obvious that the two women had done some rehearsing while in the house.

"Turn up the music, Vickie," Kathy said. "I feel like moving with the rhythms."

As the volume increased, Kathy used her hands to caress and stroke the pole, treating it like a giant penis. Gripping the pole, she stood away from it and slowly gyrated her curvy ass and showing off her slender legs for the two men.

"Watch closely, Vickie," she told her friend. "You will be the next dancer when I'm done."

A series of sexy moves followed, with Kathy moving up and down against the pole and holding her breasts around the cool pole. She went into a squat, and then rubbed her pelvis up and down its surface. Turning away from the pole, she pointed her pelvis at the two men and licked her lips as they feasted their eyes on her now-damp shorts. Her nipples were erect and very visible through her thin tube top.

Bill's substantial cock was now stiff and standing up in his lap. He watched his wife with greedy eyes as she continued to gyrate for them. As she rubbed against the pole, her tube top began to slip down, exposing her right nipple. She looked at the men, then held her breast to her tongue and licked her own nipple.

Al felt his own cock begin to stiffen as his hostess continued to tease and indicate her interest in doing even more. Soon, his short dick was standing at attention, away from his prone form, and quite obvious. Even more embarrassing, he felt pre cum begin to leak from the end of his cock.

Both men were hoping for more from Kathy when the song ended and she tucked her exposed tit back inside her tube top. "That's all for now, boys," she teased as she walked between them, strutting and moving her slender body.

"I think they both enjoyed the show," Kathy laughed. Vickie joined in and pointed to the leakage now shining along her husband's erect member.

"The boys deserve a little relief," Kathy added. She moved to Bill's chair and quickly kissed the head of his engorged cock. Vickie picked up on the suggestion and put Al's creamy dick between her lips and sucked cum from the head.

Kathy poured herself another drink and filled Vickie's glass also. "Now that I have their attention, why don't you show our men what you can do with some music and a stiff pole...and believe me, the pun is very much intended."

Vickie gulped her drink and surveyed the two naked men before her. "They can't touch me or abuse me, so I'm free to let myself go," Vickie thought as she watched both men's cocks twitch with anticipation. She was determined not to be outdone by her younger friend.

"Start the music," Vickie told Kathy, as she slowly strutted over to the smooth pole. 

The first song had a provocative beat and Vickie felt herself flush with pent-up lust as she used the pole to support her as she enticingly moved her ample ass toward the two husbands.

Kathy kept the music going, shifting the next song to "Taking Care of Business," a favorite stripper tune. The sexy music had the right effect on Vickie. Her dancing became more sensual and she hugged the cool pole between her torpedo-shaped breasts. A minute into the lengthy song, Vickie looked at the two bound men and licked her lips. As they ogled her, Vickie unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off, exposing her flimsy bra and showing the size and color of her nipples.

The cool hardness of the thick pole slid between her twin globes and she moved up and down, feeling the smoothness tug at her almost transparent bra cups. Al's cock pulsed at the sight of his hot wife performing almost obscenely and using the pole as a substitute penis. He realized that their host and hostess were also staring at his wife, watching her actions with growing arousal. Their being there enhanced the euphoric feeling in his loins.

As the song continued, Vickie moved even closer and began to rub her pubic mound against the steel pole. She rubbed in short, frantic moves a few times then seemed to grow frustrated. She detached from the pole temporarily and reached for the zipper of her shorts. In an instant, her shorts fell to her feet and she stepped out of them, leaving her in nearly transparent panties and her bra. Al groaned as he saw his wife openly exposing herself.

Vickie returned to the pole and let the smooth surface massage her mound, and alternately slide between her soft tits. Her eyes closed and she seemed to be making love to the inert column as the music pounded in her head.

The song finally ended. Vickie slid slowly down the pole and sprawled on the floor, legs akimbo, eyes closed, a smile on her face.

Al was close enough to spot the obvious wet spot between his wife's open legs. He knew that she had enjoyed a strong orgasm at some point near the end of her act. 




Amazing!



Kathy knelt next to her friend and stroked her thigh lovingly. "That was amazing, Vickie," she cooed. "I need to take some lessons from you." With that, she helped Vickie to her feet and the turned to gaze at their two men, looking very pathetic being naked with hard cocks attesting to the sensuality of the women's performances.

"Do you think we should give our men some relief?" Kathy asked with a grin.

Al again felt his member surge and throb as he contemplated Kathy's suggestion. "Would this be how he finally got to feel Kathy's warm tunnel engulf him? Would Bill finally get to explore Vickie's love nest?" As he lay thinking, incapable of responding, the two women walked to his lounger and looked down on him.

Kathy smiled coyly and put her hand on his wife's shoulder. "Looks like Al needs some of your tender loving care, Vickie. Why don't you make him happy while I see what I can do for my Bill. After that, I think we've all earned another drink."

For some reason, relief flooded Al's brain as he realized that he would not have to lie inert, watching his host ravage his sweet wife. He watched as Kathy went to Bill's chair and he saw her reach between his legs and begin to fondle and tease his large balls. She used her fingernail to rake upward along the back of his penis, then scrape back down to the base, toying with him and making the big man groan.

Vickie was gentle. She took Al's cock in her fingers and stroked it slowly while looking into his eyes. "Did you enjoy my show?" she whispered. "I wanted to excite you and make you proud of me."

"Oh, God, yes," Al gasped. "I didn't think I would ever get that hard again. It was hard to believe that you would do what you did."

"Do you think I showed too much?" Vickie asked, concerned.

"It's nothing we haven't seen before," Al began, "but the way you danced was so sexy and hot, I guess I wasn't prepared for that."

"I surprised myself," Vickie admitted. "When I got into the mood, I just had a hard time knowing when to stop."

As they spoke, she continued to stroke his cock and touch his balls with her fingertips. "Does that feel good to you?" she asked.

"Absolutely. Obviously, you can do anything you wish with me in my present condition," Al chuckled.

"Hey, that's right. I'll do more while I've got you strapped down," Vickie laughed. She lowered her head and licked at the head of Al's engorged prick. She could again taste the salty droplets her husband produced. Soon, she was putting most of his shaft in her mouth and feeling him throb with lust. 

"I need you now!" Vickie finally stated firmly. She stood and straddled her husband's lounger. Al watched as his lovely wife pulled her sheer panties to one side and lowered her wetness onto him with little ceremony. They stayed still for many moments, reveling in the familiar feel of each other. Al glanced across the few feet where Kathy was busily sucking Bill's erect manhood. His head was thrown back and he appeared to be in ecstasy. Their side view allowed Al to observe Kathy's hand between her legs where she was fingering her own sex as she greedily sucked off her husband.

Vickie was also glancing over at the other couple, hoping that somehow her actions had gone unnoticed. That hope was quickly destroyed as her eyes met Bill's. He was watching intently and Vickie suspected that he was wishing it was his cock that she was riding so feverishly. She couldn't move her gaze from Bill's, and she continued to move up, down, back and forward on Al's solid cock. Deep inside, she seemed to know that he would get his wish before their visit came to an end. "Perhaps, this is the ultimate tease," she thought to herself as she began to move faster toward her climax.

>>>>4

After releasing the two men from their restraints, they were allowed to get dressed. Al helped Bill mix and pour another round of drinks, and the two couples sat around chatting nervously. Oddly, Vickie made no move to retrieve her blouse and shorts. Sitting coyly in her bra and thin panties helped to maintain the undercurrent of sensuality.

Dinner was late, but they all enjoyed the meal. Vickie finally donned a thin robe just before joining the others at the table. Bill poured a good red wine. The recent 'entertainment' seemed to remain in everyone's mind, but other topics arose as the meal progressed.

"I'm anxious for you to see our club," Kathy gushed. "We have so much fun every time we go. But that's not until tomorrow evening. I've planned a shopping trip for tomorrow morning and lunch at the mall," Kathy stated, looking to Vickie.

"Sounds like fun," Vickie responded. "I do need a few new things to go with my black dress."

Bill objected. "Count me out on the shopping. I'm watching the game tomorrow, starting at noon. I plan to sleep in too."

"You and Al aren't even invited," Kathy assured him. "You and Al will have to find your own way until tomorrow night. Vickie and I have some serious shopping to do."

Dinner over, Kathy assigned Bill to clearing the table. He dutifully began gathering the dishes and carrying them to the kitchen.

"You need to help out," Vickie prompted. Al rose and picked up the remaining glassware and silver, saving Bill a trip. 

Vickie leaned over to Kathy. "It's nice how well you have Bill trained. He's so much nicer than the last time we were together."

"Bill's learned that he enjoys home life more when I am in charge," Kathy confided. "Earlier, you saw how docile he's become. I just have to make sure I make it worthwhile," she added with a low chuckle.

Al returned to the table. "What's for dessert?"

Kathy grinned. "How about a snifter of Cognac and a can of whipped cream to take to bed with you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Sounds like a winner," Al replied with a bark. "After this evening's show, I'm ready for an early bedtime."

>>>>5

An hour later, Al and Vickie were comfortable in the guest room down the hall from Bill and Kathy's master suite. "Hell, I thought Kathy was kidding when she said whipped cream," he told his wife as he shook the cold can in his large hand.

Vickie shook her head. "If you're planning on using that on me, you'll have to do it before long. I'm horny and you need to fix that."

Soon, both were naked and stretched out on the king-size bed. Vickie grabbed the can of cream from the nightstand. "I get to go first," she announced as she straddled Al's lower legs and began to apply the cool, white foam to her husband's erect cock.

Al watched as his wife bent toward him and slowly, ever so slowly, began to lick the sweet cream from his rigid stick. Globs slid onto his scrotum and she dutifully licked and sucked him clean. 

"Oh, man," Al moaned as she rose with the sticky cream covering her lips and chin, "do that again!"

"No, no, now you have to do me," she responded as she rolled to the side, stretching out on her back. 

Al shook the can and applied a large puff of cream atop his wife's pubic mound, covering her swollen slit and running a line of cool cream up the middle of her tummy, then between and around her ample breasts. He finished by covering each nipple with a dollop of cream. "I wonder if Bill is doing the same thing to Kathy at this very moment," he mused.

"You look good enough to eat," he told her with a wolfish grin. 

"Get busy then," she laughed and motioned with her fingers for him to begin.

Al dove into the task with vigor. He consumed all of the whipped cream, but he took his time and Vickie became impatient.

"I need to be fucked," she told her lover. "Right now," she added with unusual urgency.

>>>>6

"See, I told you they'd use the whipped cream," Kathy whispered to Bill as they walked back to their room. They decided to risk peeking for a little while, being overwhelmed with curiosity. Bill sported a large boner and Kathy wasted no more time applying the first dab of cream from their own can to his shaft. 

"I can hear them, can you?" Vickie asked as she and Al lay together after lovemaking and a shower. 

"Yeah, it sounds like Bill is taking care of business alright."

Vickie smiled and pulled her husband close and giggled. "Well, I must say, Bill is certainly well-equipped for the task."

"We didn't do too badly today," Al replied a bit defensively. "You took me to heaven while I was tied up, then we both got off again a few minutes ago. Twice in just a few hours is pretty good, right?"

"Yeah, both times were great. I'm glad to know you still have it in you, because I could even do it again right now!" Then, Vickie laughed out loud. "Only kidding, my love," as she kissed him goodnight.

>>>>7

Kathy had left strict instructions for Bill before she and Vickie left to go shopping. He was to have snacks and drinks ready by 5:30. She told him that they would be thirsty when they returned from shopping, and to be prepared. She also said that he could watch sports during the day. With that, the women drove away.

"Tell me about this club we're visiting tonight," Al stated after he and Bill returned to the den.

Bill hesitated, then began, "Well, it's sort of a nightclub, with music and dancing. It has a big dance floor on the first floor and a good D.J. Of course, there is a bar and a bunch of tables all around. There's also a huge hot tub on an enclosed porch in back. Upstairs, there is another bar and some public and private rooms. We've been members for some time now. You never know what you're going to find on any given evening."

"Sounds like a swinger's club to me, if the upstairs rooms are what I think they are," Al replied.

"People can do whatever they like at the club," Bill responded. "We can go and dance and have some drinks and never go upstairs. But, you might find the whole experience quite memorable."

Al thought about his host's response. "Vickie sure surprised me last evening. I think that Kathy may have told her something about the club earlier when they were planning our visit. She's usually pretty conservative, you might say private, but last night, when she had me under her complete control, she got it on right in front of you and Kathy."

"Yeah," Bill smiled, "it was amazing to watch her ride you like that. I'll admit, I kept wishing it was me under her. She knew it too, because she was looking right into my eyes most of the time."

"I didn't know that," Al mumbled. "It seems like my wife has turned over a new leaf and has become more adventurous."

Bill chuckled. "I sure hope so, buddy. The club provides the right atmosphere for the private woman to blossom. I'm sure you will enjoy yourself. Kathy said she was going to see that you have fun, Al."

>>>>8

The men watched some ball games. Later, Al helped Bill prepare some snacks and get the bar set up as they were instructed to do. Kathy and Vickie returned just before 5:30 with several bags of purchases that were swiftly carried to the bedrooms unopened.

The couples relaxed and shared the drinks and snacks, chatting about the games, and interesting things the gals saw while moving from store to store. Time swiftly passed and it was time to get ready to leave for the club. By then, everyone felt relaxed and ready for an evening out.

Kathy appeared in a red satin dress that tended to cling to ever curve of her body. It was readily apparent that she wore nothing under her slinky sheath. Both men complimented her and Bill rose to give his wife a kiss and to caress her backside through her thin dress.

Vickie took a little longer, and Kathy went to the guest room to see what was taking so long. The men heard some low conversation, then some high-pitched giggling before Vickie finally appeared. Vickie wore her black sheath with spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Al drew in a quick breath when he noticed that his wife was also braless under her dress. Her nipples were erect and quite noticeable as she walked into the room and picked up her drink.

"Kathy talked me into it," she said before the question could be asked. "I feel kind of strange, having my boobs so loose under this little slip of a dress, but I guess it won't hurt this evening."

Al wondered if his newly adventurous wife had also omitted panties, but he decided to wait and see.

Bill was even more curious. He strolled over to the two women. Again, he hugged his wife, and then gave Vickie a brief kiss, pulling her to him so that her breasts were mashed against him. His hand strayed to the small of Vickie's back. He explored for panties. Bill smiled when he found signs of a tiny thong.

Al and Bill wore slacks and collared sport shirts. The two couples looked properly attired for a night at an adult club.

>>>>9

"Bill, you should ask Vickie to dance. You are forgetting your duties as host," Kathy prompted. "You don't mind, do you, Al?" she added as an afterthought.

"Not at all, go ahead," Al responded. "I think I owe you some dances anyway," he added as he reached for Kathy's hand.

After several dances, the couples returned to their table for another round of drinks and conversation. 

"Did you see that redhead?" Vickie asked Kathy. "The top of her dress was down around her waist and the tall guy she was dancing with was holding both boobs!"

Kathy nodded. "Yeah, we've seen her hear before, but not with that fellow. She's certainly proud of her perky white titties. I think her man must be upstairs right now."

"I've been meaning to ask you what is upstairs," Vickie posed. "Have you been up there before?"

"Oh, yes," Kathy assured her, "We usually go upstairs to rest after we're done dancing."

Al chimed in on cue. "Well, I think we should stroll up there and see for ourselves, Vickie."

"Only if Kathy and Bill come with us," she replied. "They know their way around and we don't."

"Okay, let's go," Kathy agreed. "I think you will both find it interesting."

>>>>10

Vickie gasped as she peered through a one-way mirror into one of the public rooms. Four couples were scattered around the large pallet in the middle of the floor. Two couples were busy administering oral pleasure to their partners. Another woman was naked on her hands and knees, with a man holding her hips as he slid in and out. A couple on the other side were busily slowly undressing each other and fondling various body parts in preparation for more intimate activities.

Al put his meaty hands on Vickie's hips and felt her sway. "She's going to faint!" he thought for a moment. Then, she leaned back into him and he felt the warmth of her body against him. Al's hands moved up to cup her braless breasts through her thin black dress. He could feel her shallow breathing as her chest quickly moved.

"Watching them gives me the shivers," Kathy exclaimed as she moved closer to the glass. Bill stood behind her and pressed his hardening cock between the cheeks of her ass. 

"Do you want to join them, or look into the other rooms?" Bill asked his attractive wife.

Kathy turned to Vickie. "Want to join them, or move on?"

"You mean there's more?" Vickie gushed. "I'm already floored."

Kathy giggled. "Well, there's one other public room, and several private rooms down the hall. Shall we take a look?"

"Yeah, let's move on," Vickie quickly replied. "I need to calm down a little."

Kathy took her friend by the hand and led her a few steps down the hallway to another open door. New sights greeted the four as they stood in the darkened area behind another one-way mirror. Two couples occupied the center of the room on a thick pad. A slender red-haired woman was on her hands and knees. A younger man behind her was sliding his rather long, thick cock into her using long, slow motions. They were sideways to the mirror, so his movements were clearly visible. The woman's long red hair hid her face, but she was obviously enjoying his ministrations. 

Below the redhead, a woman had her face directly under the redhead's legs. She was licking at her as the young man fucked her. An older man with gray hair was on his belly, busily eating the second woman's bald mound.

"Oh my God," Vickie gasped, "they're all doing each other at the same time, and that woman is tasting the other gal!"

"I think they've switched too," Al added as he again held his voluptuous wife. "The older guy is eating the young gal like crazy."

As they watched, the young fellow shoved hard against the redhead and threw his head back. "There's a condom full," Bill chuckled.

Moments later, the gray-haired husband moved behind his red-haired wife and inserted his smaller member into her wet, slick pussy. The first man pulled the condom from his sticky cock and the younger woman took him in her mouth, sucking greedily.

Vickie noticed that Kathy had her hand up her dress and was certainly rubbing her own sex as she watched the frenzied action.

"They are incredibly brave. They are doing it, and they must know that others are free to come in here to watch them."

"We could join them if you like," Bill suggested quickly. "You might find that you are brave too, Vickie."

"Oh no, I could never do something like that," she replied blushing. It was dark, so nobody could see her flushed face, but Al could feel his wife shiver at the thought.

"Well, you did a pretty sexy dance last night," Al reminded her as a way to urge more conversation.

Vickie nodded. "Yeah, but that was just the four of us and I was pretty tipsy at the time."

Kathy came to her friend's rescue. "Would you be more comfortable downstairs, Vickie? I think the dance contest will be starting in a few minutes, so that may be more fun for you."

Al's hopes sank as he heard his wife say, "Uh huh, I think I've seen enough up here. Let's go back downstairs, okay?"

Returning to the dance area, Al and Bill got a new round of drinks and the four settled at a table at one end of the floor.

"There's the famous gold pole," Kathy said as she pointed a few feet away to a shiny gold firehouse pole installed toward the edge of the floor.

"What happens?" Al inquired.

"Each night, there is a contest for the sexiest dancer," Bill explained. "Actually, Kathy won the contest one night by doing a version of the dance you saw last night. It was so hot to see her wiggle her sweet little ass for the crowd."

Kathy picked up where her husband left off. "I'm going to try my luck again tonight if I get the chance. It's fun to tease all the men...and some of the women too."

"You should enter too, Vickie," Bill said, "from what I witnesses last night, you'd have a good shot at winning."

Al chimed in. "Yeah, you were sensational with the pole last night. I'd love to see you try your luck."

Vickie was still reeling from the sights upstairs. She confessed to herself that she was strongly turned on by watching those couples in such explicit positions. The dampness of her tiny thong served as a constant reminder of her lustful desires. 

"Be careful what you wish for," she told Al with a poke to his ribs.

>>>>11

The announcer made his appeal at the start of the sexy dance contest. "Are all you hot women ready to strut your stuff?" he asked to a chorus of catcalls and giggles.

The D.J. began to spin some erotic dance music and one by one, women left their seats to line up for their chance to exhibit their talents. Kathy rose and smiled down at her husband. "Wish me luck, honey."

Bill kissed her and patted her on the ass as Kathy strutted to the end of the short line.

Vickie sat quietly for a few minutes and watched several of the other women dance. Some twirled around the floor. A few made use of the gold pole, but their movements were stilted and did little for their act. Two of the women flashed their boobs as their dance ended. One blond followed suit to calls for her to show more. She twirled and turned her back to the audience and pulled her dress over her back, exposing her ample ass and the backside of her hairy mound. Lots of exposure, but her show failed to completely excite the crowd.




Amazing!



"I could do a lot better than that," she whispered to Al as they continued to watch the parade of contestants.

"Then, why don't you?" Al replied, daring his wife. "Loosen up and give Kathy a run for her money," he added.

"You must not get angry if I do!" he responded loftily.

Al smiled. "Don't worry, babe, I think you can win their little contest. I won't be angry, but I might be very proud. You only go around once, you know."

"I'm going to do it!" Vickie stated firmly as she stood and crossed her arms over her ample bosom.

Bill beamed along with Al as they sat and waited for each wife's turn.

Kathy began to dance in the middle of the floor. She twirled and wiggled seductively. At certain points, she raised the hem of her dress to show off her slender legs. At one point, she went into a squat and those in front got a clear view of her tiny, lacy panties. As the music died, Kathy got a rousing ovation and numerous cat calls to show more. Smiling, she returned to the table and swallowed most of her drink.

"That was fun!" she told Al and her husband. "I think I did pretty good."

Before the men could respond with anything other than smiles and laughs, Vickie moved to the center of the floor. The audience, anticipating another interesting show, became quiet as the music started anew. Vickie began to move slowly, brushing her hair back and running her hands down her sleek black dress. Part of the way through the song, she remembered the pole and moved to it. The cool, round surface seemed to give her new energy as she bent away from it, displaying her curvy rear and making her black dress shimmy. 

People began to respond very vocally and clapping to the music. Encouraged, Vickie stood close to the pole and put it between her breasts. She slid down on the pole while wrapping her firm tits around it. She held the pole and rubbed her mound against it as she slid up and down to the music. 

"More, more!" the crowd began to chant, urging Vickie to another level of sensuality.

The arousing nature of her dance began to awake some exhibitionist traits that Vickie didn't know existed. She felt the urge to feel the pole between her bare breasts. Pausing for a moment, she pushed her spaghetti straps down and her thin dress fell to her waist, exposing her bare tits. She, then, pressed them against the pole, returning to her dance. 

The audience sensed her mood and again clapped to encourage her to do even more.

"I want to do it!" Vickie thought to herself as she prepared to slip her dress off. "I want them to see." 

The crowd went wild when she let her black dress slip off her hips, exposing her little thong and almost all of her womanly charms. Vickie went back to pretending to make love to the club's thick pole, sliding it between her legs and along the thin strip of fabric that now covered almost nothing.

Al found that he was holding his breath as he watched his wife move so lustfully to the pounding beat of the music. The D.J. had increased the volume as Vickie became more and more animated. Her pendulous tits were swaying, her nipples fully erect, and her thong obviously wet with her womanly nectar as she finished her lewd exhibition.

The music stopped and Vickie slipped to the floor, legs akimbo, to a standing ovation. The emcee entered from the wings and offered Vickie his hand, helping her up. Picking up her dress, he escorted her off the floor and behind a dark curtain.

Vickie reappeared several minutes later, in her dress and wearing a huge smile. She sat down at the table and sipped her now-diluted drink. 

"You were fantastic, Vickie," Bill blurted. "That was even hotter than last night!"

Kathy nodded. "No need for a vote, honey, you are hands down the winner for the night. You had me rooting for you, and when you lost your dress, I knew the contest was over."

Vickie turned to Al and their eyes met. "I guess I went a bit too far," she started to say.

Al stopped her, putting his hand on her leg. "You were unbelievable, babe. I'm so proud of the way you danced. I don't know how much harder I would have gotten if you'd removed your thong..."

Vickie expelled a sigh of relief. "I was afraid you would be upset, but once I got started, I just couldn't help myself. I'll have to admit, it was a complete turn-on to do what I did."

Kathy listened with growing interest as her friend confessed to her exhibitionist tendencies. She knew that she had similar desires and it was comforting to know that Vickie shared them to some extent.

"Shall we go back upstairs...perhaps to one of the private rooms?" Kathy suggested.

Vickie shook her head. "I need more time and I think that I'd like to go back to your place now. Al and I have some unfinished business and I guess that I still need some degree of privacy for that. Maybe we can come back here tomorrow if it is open,' she said hurriedly.

"Sure," Kathy quickly agreed. "Most anything we can do at the club, we can do at home also. Maybe it's too soon for you to try more than just dancing in front of strangers. You're not nervous or concerned when it's just the four of us are you?"

"No, I guess not," Vickie responded. "We've already seen each other, and we are friends, so it is different. I just don't want to spoil your fun here at the club. If you want to do more, I'm okay just staying down here."

Bill spoke up. "Don't be silly. We can come back any old time. If you would rather go home to play, we can pay the bill and head for the house, pronto. Maybe you'll be kind enough to give us an encore!"

Vickie laughed at Bill's obvious lechery. "I'm so horny right now, I might do even more, you never can tell."

The ride home was a treat. Both women rode most of the way with their breasts exposed. Vickie unzipped Al's slacks and slowly stroked his engorged staff while Kathy leaned over the seat to watch and occasionally squeeze Vickie's bare globe. 

>>>>12

"It's still early, let's have some fun, "Bill announced as he prepared a round of drinks. "I couldn't see much in the rear view mirror, but I think I missed out on something," he added with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I could use another drink after what I witnessed tonight," Vickie agreed as she plopped down on the couch.

Kathy giggled. "At one point, you were the hit of the show, Vickie. We all loved your dance routine."

"I couldn't believe she did it," Al chimed in, "and I thought she might really get wild upstairs."

Vickie turned her head to look at her husband. "I think you would have liked that."

"I know I would have," Bill replied as he distributed the drinks.

"What was your favorite part of tonight's activities?" Kathy asked Al.

Al hesitated just a moment. "Vickie's dance," he announced. "It was such a turn-on for me to see her doing it in front of so many people. How about you, Kathy, what was your favorite part?"

"The same," she quickly replied. "I loved watching Vickie get so down and dirty. I wanted to be up there dancing with her. Vickie, and also the upstairs show with the two women," she admitted with a blush.

"I liked it all," Bill announced before he was even asked. "The dancing, the sucking, the fucking, it was all great!"

"The show must go on," Kathy prompted. "What shall we do next, gang?"

"Let's all get naked!" Bill suggested with a leer. "We want to see some tits and ass!"

"You first," Kathy challenged. "Come on big boy, show us what you've got."

Bill didn't hesitate. He quickly removed his shirt and dropped his slacks, along with shoes and socks. Then, looking directly at Vickie, he slowly slid his underwear down his muscular legs and exposed his rising manhood.

"Okay, Al, your turn," Vickie urged playfully.

Al stripped out of his clothes and sat next to his wife. "Okay, we did as we were told. What's going to be our reward?"

"Let's give them a lap dance, Vickie," Kathy responded. "Maybe we'll give them more than one."

Both naked husbands were placed in upholstered chairs and Kathy put on some slow, sensual music. The two wives began to gyrate and tease. The husbands began to swell as they moved close and began to touch them.

The women began clothed and with their respective husbands; settling on their bare laps and squirming to press into their growing arousal. As the second song began, Kathy rose and motioned to Vickie to switch partners. 

As Vickie settled onto Bill's naked lap, she felt his hands seek out her soft breasts, holding her close to him. She felt his hard lump through her slacks and knew that she was having the right effect on him. 

Bill's hands roamed up underneath her top and Vickie purred as he rolled an erect nipple between his fingers. "Oh, God," she sighed as she leaned into her friend's husband. 

Kathy was experiencing the same sensations as she watched her husband feeling Vickie's large breasts. Al's stiff cock was urgently pressing against her warmth through her dress and she wanted to keep the momentum going. Kathy guided Al's hand to her firm breast and invited him to share her charms.

"Let's get jiggy," Kathy suggested as the next song started. She leaped from Al's lap and removed her top, exposing her firm globes. "You too, Vickie," she prompted.

The topless women went back to their own partners and gave them even more thrills as they moved on their hard dicks and tempted them to hold and suckle their exposed nipples. Hands reached down to hold and stroke the two cocks and fondle balls as the music and the erotic beat continued.

At one point, Kathy rose and slipped off the rest of her clothes and settled down onto her husband's throbbing staff, straddling him and moving in unison with the music's beat. Vickie looked across at her friend's brazen move, and was driven to do the same.

Vickie's dress was now gone, along with her thong. She held Al's cock in her fingers and guided him into her wet opening. It was a familiar feeling as she squirmed on him and felt his lips on her nipple.

against his belly as his wife stood and looked across at Al.

By now, Vickie was leaking her womanly nectar and seemed driven, more like a wanton slut than his reasonably conservative wife. She looked at her naked friend and saw the determined look in her eyes. Without really taking the time to think things through, which was her normal habit, Vickie decided that, yes, it was time to finish what they had started so many times before, without coming to any conclusion.

Vickie put her hands on her husband's shoulders and leaned in to kiss him deeply. Then, she leveraged her body upward and felt Al's short cock slip from her engorged labia. As she stood aside, Kathy assumed Vickie's prior position astraddle Al's bare lap. 

Kathy hesitated for a few moments, hovering over her friend's husband. "Hold him up straight, for me, Vickie," she half-ordered as she jiggled her body inches above Al's stiff shaft.

Impulsively, Vickie knelt on one knee and put her fingers around her husband's cock, guiding it to her friend's puffy lips. "It's ready," she said to Kathy, and watched the other woman descend until the head of her husband's cock rudely poked open her wet slit.

Vickie was so enthralled by the close-up view that she maintained her grip on her husband's dick until her fingers were pressed between his shaft and her friend's slippery lower lips. She could feel the warm, wet junction between them and it shocked her back to reality.

Pulling her hand away, Vickie again used Al's shoulder to help her rise. She looked at her husband's face and their eyes met. Al's eyes were wide and he was biting his lower lip in concentration. It was the first time he had experienced Kathy fully. Vickie noted that he was holding his breath.

Turning her attention away, she locked eyes with Bill, who was slowly stroking his long, thick dick and smiling at her. 

"Come to me, Vickie, I've been waiting a long time," he said.

Her gaze moved to his hand, and what he was holding. In that instant, she had to admit to herself that she had often wondered how Bill might feel. Would his extra length and thickness hurt, or would he provide amazing thrills that would make her beg for more? Never before having experienced one so large, the thought engendered fear, curiosity and desire all at the same time.

Vickie took a brief glance at her husband, whose eyes were now closed, then mutely moved her nude body to face Bill. 

"Climb aboard," Bill jested as he tugged on both her hands. 

Straddling Bill's legs, she moaned when she felt his fingers separating her lower lips, seeking her vaginal parlor. He quickly located the spot and she felt the large, round head slip into her about an inch.

"Please be gentle, Bill," she whispered. "Go slow. I'm not used to one like yours," she pleaded.

Al heard his wife's plea and strangely, it made his own manhood throb even harder. By then, Kathy had established a rhythm and was humping him, using her vaginal muscles to milk his cock, and squirming to move her erect clitoris against his pubic bone.

Meanwhile, Bill had Vickie's soft tits in his hands and was squeezing them while, at the same time, using them to keep her from descending onto his pulsing rod too fast. He managed to slide another two inches inside, and Vickie was taking it well. Bill eased up and he felt another inch enter her tight orifice.

"Oh, wait," Vickie gasped, "not so fast, okay?"

He felt her relax and then let her set the pace. After several more moments, she let more move up and in.

"That's all I'm used to," she confessed. "Is there more?"

"Uh huh, quite a bit more," Bill whispered in her ear. "Take your time, babe."

The waiting was agony for Bill, but he knew she needed to take him at her own pace. His fingers fondled Vickie's full breasts and he began to roll her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Her response was immediate and strong. 

"Oh, yeah, touch me like that," she murmured as she let another inch or two enter her.

It took several minutes, but he finally felt her puffy mound meet him and he knew he was finally in up to the hilt. Vickie collapsed onto his chest and he could feel her rapid breathing along with the pressure of her plump tits against his chest.

"Oh, God, I feel so full," she murmured. "I didn't think I could take it all, but I guess I just did."

Bill let her lie on him quietly to be accustomed to the newness she was experiencing. Then, ever so slowly, she began to move just a little. He could feel her juices lubricating their junction. He reached around her and put his hands on her rear, carefully raising her up an inch or so before releasing and letting her settle back down onto his big sausage.

"Mmm, yeah, feels good," she cooed as he again lifted her. The second landing made her moan with pleasure as his shaft probed deeper than ever before.

Al opened his eyes when he heard his wife moan. He watched Bill lift her and he could see her shining nectar coating his thick dick. Almost immediately, Bill's cock reentered and he heard a distinct squish as the two met again. A feeling of acute love coursed through Al's body, knowing that the woman he loved so dearly was receiving new pleasures that he, alone, could not provide. 

Kathy felt the slight change in Al's cock and adjusted to take advantage of the added swelling. Follow his eyes, she immediately knew what had caused the throbbing. "This is so beautiful," she whispered into his ear. "We're all so close right now," she added with a little whimper.

Al felt the urgency of Kathy's rapid movements. He was soon rewarded by the warmth of her additional juices as she enjoyed a massive orgasm...one that he had caused.

The sights, the sounds, and the feeling of Kathy's juices flowing over his tight balls caused Al to ejaculate straight into her warm womb. It was a powerful thing brought on by the unique arousal from the sharing of those who one holds most dear.

Kathy put her face on Al's chest and they both watched as Vickie continued to slide Bill's pole into her depths. Bill held her cheeks open and Vickie's rear orifice was distended due to the stress of their coupling.

"Oh, oh yeah, right there," Vickie moaned as his long dong bumped the opening of her cervix at the top of her womb. "Go easy, go easy, Bill," she begged as she raised and lowered her body on him.

"You're doing the moving," Bill replied breathlessly. "Fuck me with your hot pussy."

His words set off a firestorm and Vickie began to move rapidly, grunting and panting as she rode the man's rigid rod.

"yes, oh yes, oh, oh," she moaned into his shoulder as her ass shook with her renewed effort. "Cum with me, cum with me," she begged as her climax overtook her.

Al and Kathy saw Bill throw his head back and noticed as his legs stiffened. 

"There he goes," Kathy murmured into Al's chest. "My husband is filling your wife with a huge load right at this moment!"

Al watched in disbelief as his sweet wife accepted his friend's sperm...accepted it deeper than he had ever delivered his own. It seemed as if time stood still for the two couples. 

Vickie felt the warm fluid splash high within her, once, then again, and then a third time. She was drenched with another man's seed and soon it began to leak out around their joining.

Bill felt relief as he squirted over and over again, then, feeling their combined fluids flow , over and around his balls, making a sizeable mess on the seat of the chair.

Al was overwhelmed with love for his wife. Although riddled with an initial feeling of jealousy, that feeling was soon replaced by the sure knowledge that she had received an amazing treasure that he had been privileged to witness. He also realized that his softening dick was still ensconced in Kathy's tight pussy, one that had been the source of many of his prior fantasies.

Kathy, too, had often wished that their previous teasing and exposures could have led to her being able to experience Al. He was a large, impressive fellow and she had wondered how he might respond to her smaller, more petite body. Secretly, she envied Vickie's large tits and curvy body. It had almost become an obsession.

Finally, after several minutes to return breathing to a more normal rate, Vickie rose up and slowly slid off Bill's lap and onto the carpet. She rolled onto her back and sprawled unashamedly, legs akimbo, love juices oozing from her.

Kathy watched her friend's slow descent and Al saw her lick her lips. She slid onto the floor and crawled on all fours to Vickie. The two women gazed into each other's eyes for several moments, then Kathy leaned in and the two women kissed.

"That was so beautiful," Kathy whispered just loud enough for the men to hear. 

Vickie smiled weakly at her friend. "Thank you for knowing and being willing," Vickie cryptically replied. "I feel so good right now," she added as she gave her friend another long kiss.

"I want you to feel good," Kathy responded as she moved down Vickie's body and began to suckle an erect nipple.

Bill and Al sat quietly, watching their wives converse and caress each other lovingly. Their limp dicks began to twitch slightly as the encounter continued.

"I want to taste," Kathy whispered into her friend's ear. "I want to taste you and my Bill."

Vickie turned her head and glanced first at her husband, then at Bill. "Uh huh," she moaned.

Kathy wasn't sure if that meant yes or not, but she was past asking for any clarification. Positioning her nude body between Vickie's legs, Kathy gazed at the sticky mess her husband had left, and then pressed her face between her friend's open legs.

Vickie's reaction was almost immediate. She put both hands into Kathy's blonde hair and pulled her tighter into her center, while spreading her legs and raising her hips.

Kathy moved her lips and tongue over her friend's mound, gaining the distinct flavor and aroma of her just fucked pussy. Her nose rubbed over Vickie's clitoris and her tongue went between the sticky folds to lap at the juices still oozing from Vickie's tunnel of love.




Amazing!!!



It was very hard for me; living on the other side of the world from friends and family. Not only in a new country, but also beginning a new career in teaching, after just completing my Bachelor of Education in New Zealand. 

So now I find myself in Essex, England. Nice school, and the children seem to be well behaved. But I was finding that working hard, marking work, and trying to converse with some strange Australians (flat mates) was not enough for me. I found comfort at my computer, more specifically chatting to people from other countries. I managed to get a network of nice people to chat with, which passed the time in a more enjoyable way. I went out and treated myself to a webcam so the people were then able to see me. One thing lead to another, and eventually I was using the camera to masterbate in front of people who wanted to watch. It was extremely enjoyable, but then I started to get bored, and went back to chatting with people in a general way.

It was about a year ago today I met the most wonderful person online. Her name is Rita, and she lives in America. We got to know each other really well, and before long we were completely comfortable to chat about anything at all. The conversation came to sex one day, and I asked Rita if she wanted to try cyber sex. She confessed she had not done it before, but was very interested. I got her to tell me what she wanted me to do while I did it before the camera. Just the thought of her watching me strip was enough to make my cock fully hard, and her comments about how much she liked the look of the buldge were overwelming. 

“mmmmm nice ass”, she said, as I turned around to give her a side profile. My cock was rigid, reaching up to my navel, and balls were tight in anticipation. 

Next she said, “Stroke it”, so I started to stroke reading her comments on how much she was enjoying it. 

“I have my hands down my pants and have inserted one finger into my wet hole”, she said. 

“Taste it”, I replied. 

“Mmmmmm tastes great” she returned. It was too much for me I could feel my self close to cumming. I told her I was about to cum, and she watched as the hot liquid squirted from my cock. At the same moment Rita told me she had an orgasm, creating quite a noise and mess for her.

Nine months this continued for, before I heard the news. The news she had kept from me. She was sick, and sick bad. She apparently was in and out of hospital, having tests, check ups and now was the time for a serious operation. 10 days went by without word. I was frantically emailing her friend asking for details. 10 days felt like 1 year. Then I got a Yahoo chat message. “Hi, how are ya?” I was wrapped, it was Rita, tired and recovering well at home. It took 2 weeks till Rita got any sexual appetite back, but it was worth the wait!

“Guess what”, she said. “I’m coming to London in 4 weeks”. 

I was stunned, scared, and happy at the same time. We were going to meet, would she like me, would it be uncomfortable? 

“Great”, I said. 

Yesterday was the day she went back home to America.

I caught the train into Frenchurch street, and the underground to Paddington Station. Waiting near the ticket booth, I scanned the area looking for a person that resembled Rita’s photos. It was so busy, there must have been ten thousand people there. There no way I was going to see her in this….

”Looking for anyone special?” Said a voice behind me. 

I turned around to be faced with one of the most stunningly beautiful females I had ever seen. I was speechless, and my chin was hitting the ground. 

“Well, it’s Mike right?” 

“Ummm yes, yes”, I managed to mumble. 

“Mike, these are my friends Tracey, Angela and Melissa”. 

I helped the girls find their accommodation and then we headed to a bar in Embankment called The Walk-a-bout. All the time I was mesmerised by the stunning girl I had been chatting with for one year. 

“Oh my god, she’s seen me naked!” I thought. 

Rita must’ve sensed my discomfort, and she leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

“What was that for?” I asked. 

“For meeting us today, and for being there when I needed you most over the last year. 

With that she gently squeezed my thigh.

We had a great night drinking southern hemisphere beer and dancing hard out! Rita and I were getting on even better than I had imagined. God she can move so well on the dance floor, a couple of times she moved herself up against me giving me a very uncomfortable erection. I held her by the hips on the dance floor, and moved in close to her so that she was hiding my buldge. My hard cock was nestled in the crest of her lovely firm ass. She was moving her ass rythmically up and down my cock. 

I whispered in her ear, “Do you want to go back to your hotel?” 

“Yes, I thought you’d never ask”, she replied.

Walking back hand-in-hand we discussed how great it was to see each other face-to-face. We had chatted about what might happen when we met, and the fact that we were both virgins. We had both had sexual relations, but never sexual intercourse. We walked to the hotel and got the lift up to her room. Opening the door, Rita took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. She turned and faced me, looked into me eyes and I looked into hers. We leaned towards one another and kissed. It felt so wonderful to have her lips meet mine. It was something I had imagined for so so long. Her hand worked away at my belt bucket and skillfully undid it. We kissed pashionately, with our tongues meeting and inter twining. Things were getting hot, and both our breathing rates had increased. Then she pulled away, and knelt down. 

‘Oh my god’, I thought, ‘she’s going to give me head’. 

Rita pulled my trousers down, and I stepped out of them. Then she stood up tore open my shirt, leaving me stand there in only my boxers and socks. I got seated down on the closed lid on the toilet and watched Rita as she strip teased in front of me. Removing her figure hugging jeans, she displayed a fantastic pair of legs, tanned and toned. I had no idea legs could be so long. She was wearing an incrediably sexy g-string, that showed off a pefectly round firm ass. Her top was removed over her head, displaying a matching bra that did not hide her large erect nipples. Her eyes guided down my body and I noticed them widen. I looked down and saw that my cock had broken free of my boxers and was on full display out of the front. 

Now at this stage Rita seemed a little taken back. It is not that I have a large cock, it is fairly normal in size. But Rita had never seen one, face-to-head, standing to attention such as mine was. She knelt down on the floor and reached out to touch it. It responded by standing even taller and prouder. I watched her examine it, and then she actually leaned in and kissed it. 

“It is so beautiful and looks so strong”, she said.

This made me feel proud of myself, but I let her know that she was responsible for getting it to this stage. I leaned forward and unclipped her bra letting her breasts hang free. I was astounded at the size of her nipples. Light brown in colour, and so stiff, would have been quite a mouth full in themselves. Her breasts were very nicely shaped, firm and young looking. She stood up and removed her knickers, while I removed my socks and boxers. We stood there examining each others bodies with our eyes. I reached out and pulled Rita into myself. I felt her neatly trimmed pubic hair make contact my my hard cock. Her wet lips moulding around my shaft. I ran my hands down her back and found her lovely ass. My finger tracked its way up and down the crack of her butt, and she responded my pressing harder into me and my cock. She reached over and turned the shower on. Taking my cock in her hand she lead me over to the shower and we went in together. 

We were lucky because the shower had 4 heads, so we were always warm under the water. We both applied soap to our hands and started to touch each other and lather the soap into each others bodies. I was concentrating on her breasts and nipples while she mirrored my movements. When I tracked down her flat belly she tracked down my flat belly. My hand ran through her pubic hair, and my finger dissappeared into the small forest of hair. Her hand ran through mine, and over my shaft. She took her hand and slowly ran it up and down the shaft, over my head and back up and down and around, up and down and around. She had obviously been taught well in hand jobs. I cupped her mound and placed one finger inside her. Slowly I placed my hand over her mound and around the area of her clit. I felt her get weak in her knees as she placed more weight onto my hand. We were now masterbating each other and kissing pashionately. I kept just one finger inside and circulated my hand around her mound, over her sensitive area. I could feel a hard little lump running over my palm. Our kissing was getter harder and faster, I could tell she was about to come to her first orgasm, as was I. One more time over my head and I was going to be squirting her. Her hand touched my head and immediately I exploded in a huge fit. My body tingled and I yelled out in extacy. Seeing this made her shake violently and I realised we were both cumming together. My cum hit her chest and ran down her breasts. Rita was thrusting into my hand, kissing me, biting my lip. She was shaking again and a second orgasm swept over her. My cock was going a little limp, but remained in her hand. 

Rita turned around and backed into me, pressing me against the wall. My cock responded and was ready for round two with in seconds. My hand reached around and continued to cup her pussy. I kissed her kneck and ran my tongue around her ear, making her shiver. Rita started to move herself up and down. I poured some liquid soap down her back, creating a very slippery surface between my cock and her ass. I watch my cock being pressured between her firm cheeks, and the soap surrounding it. 

“Remember how we spoke about anal sex?” She said. “Do you want to try it?” 

“Yes, lets do it”, I responded. 

Rita reached out and placed both hand on the opposite wall and leant herself forward keeping her legs straight and bending at the torso. I squirted more soap down her crack, and over my head. I placed the head of my hard cock onto her ass and watched it dissappear a small way in. It felt so tight, and I knew I had to go slow. Rita’s breathing increased and a pleasurable noise left her mouth. I slowly increased the pressure and felt the walls of her ass close in around my shaft. I was now half way into her lovely ass, when Rita took over. She started to thrust into my finger that had found its way back inside her pussy. She then pushed back a little allowing my cock to go further into her tight tight ass. My balls were now resting on her ass cheeks. I looked down and could see my cock entering and exiting her ass as Rita thrust forward and back. It felt amazing, with the walls of her ass giving me amazing sensations. I applied more soap on to my shaft and started to move in rhythm with Rita. I could feel my balls banging into the back of her, it was amazing, I was close.

“I am close”, I whispered into her ear. 

With this she moved her hands down the wall bring her into a fully bent over position. 

“Take me in my pussy Mike”. 

I removed my nearly extinguished cock from her ass, and slid it down her crack and under her until it found its way to the entrance of her pussy. Her lips welcomed it so well. I gently entered and asked Rita to control the rate of entrance by lowering herself back to me. My left hand ran around her body and cupped her amazing breasts, feeling her solid nipple run between my fingers. My right hand ran down her lubricated ass and found her hole. I placed two fingers up her ass, giving her a multitude of pleasureable experiences at once. For me I was going to cum with in seconds. Her warm lips had now fully accepted my cock, and the noise it made sliding in and out was spurring the cum up inside me. I hadn’t noticed it before but we were both yelling out loudly. I felt Rita shiver and shake violently, creating an amazing vibrating sensation. I felt myself building up.

“Inside or out?” I called out. 

“Inside, inside” she repeated. 

I exploded my cum into her body at the same moment Rita completed her 4th orgasm of the night. My cock went limp faster this time and I removed it from her tired body.

We finished the shower in each others arms and dried one another down. That night we made love twice more and experimented with the best oral sex either of us had ever had. But then that is another story in itself. Till next time, let me know what you think, bye bye.



Amazing Afternoons



I was very young and married and unhappy. My sex life was almost non-existent. I felt that I was attractive. I was 5’4” and 125lbs. I had nice boobs that jutted straight out. Not very big but they were very nice. They were a 34C. Long straight hair, dark blonde in color, couldn’t do a thing with it. Big blue eyes and a very large smile. 

I figured there was more in life than this. That is when my best friends’ husband, Kyle, started coming over to visit me almost every afternoon. He was extremely tall. Black hair and green eyes, which made most women melt when he gazed upon them. We had been friends for quit awhile, and I thought I was immune. I guess I was wrong. 

Kyle started talking about how I deserved more than what I had. I was married to a nice person, but he drank a lot and he got violent when he drank too much. I started looking forward to his visits. I started taking my showers at noon instead of in the morning. I wanted that fresh shower smell. I also put the baby down for her nap a little later so that we wouldn’t be bothered. We would sit and talk and flirt for a couple of hours until the baby woke up or he just went home. I got to feel that if something came up and I didn’t get to see him, then my whole day was almost ruined. 

I started dressing a little more seductive. I had a see thru top that I wore with a very lacy bra underneath. The lacy bra barely covered my nipples. That day he couldn’t take his eyes off of my chest. Finally he looked up at me and then down at my heaving breasts. He let out a long breath and then said “ I think the way you look I had better go home before something happens.”

The next day I wore a tight shirt with no bra and my nipples protruding. But I was covered up and he seemed to be ok with that. 

I didn’t see Kyle for a couple of days after that. He came over inexpertly around noon on the following Monday. I had on a pair of daisy dukes and a very short tee shirt. I was sitting cross-legged on the couch and just gabbing away when I noticed that Kyle wasn’t saying much. He seemed to be concentrating on something. I then realized that he was staring at my legs. At least I thought he was. I just gabbed on and on and after a little while I moved a little. That is when Kyle rose up quickly and left. I was puzzled. I looked down at myself and realized that my pussy was almost completely exposed. I don’t wear underwear so the little bit of material of my shorts was tucked between my pussy lips. And the way I was sitting crossed-legged, I was basically spread eagle, letting it all hang out. I guess that finally got to him and he had to leave. I couldn’t have planned it any better if I had tried. 

Kyle stayed away for a few days. He came over at the end of the week. We had a soda and talked and he left. No problem there. Everything seemed back to normal. 

On that following Sunday, I was laying out in the back yard. My husband was home and we were taking turns with the yard work and watching the baby. It was a very nice day. It was very sunny and pleasant. Kyle and his wife decided to drop by and say Hi. That was very nice. I was lying on a chase lounge in the back yard and I had basically forgotten that I had my top off. So when Kyle sat down on the chair across from me and asked me a question. I rose up to answer him and he got a big eyeful of my great tits. His eyes bulged out and it seemed that his breath caught in his throat. He didn’t know what to say. My friend Diana witnessed this from the kitchen and with a laugh she came outside and told me to quit teasing Kyle. I just chuckled and turned back over. 

On that following Tuesday, I took extra long in the shower. I wanted to look extra good and to smell extremely nice. I wanted Kyle to take notice of it. He asked me what fragrance I had on because it smelled so good. I really appreciated the fact that he noticed. We sat and talked a little while the started watching a TV program. I went over to the couch and sat next to Kyle so that I could see the TV better than I could from across the room. After a little while, Kyle put his hand on my thigh and left it there. I was wearing shorts, so the skin-to-skin contact was electrifying. I couldn’t think of anything but his hand on my naked thigh. I kept wishing for him to move it up but he didn’t.

The next 2 days we didn’t see each other, because the baby wasn’t feeling well. On Friday all was normal again so Kyle came over. I had gone to the grocery and wore a little mini skirt and short crop top. I didn’t have a bra or underwear on. I hate being confined. As we were talking, I was doing a few things around the room. I picked up a few things to put them in their proper places. I went over to the cds that were lying on the floor and bent over to pick them up. Without thinking, I bent over from my waist and gave Kyle a fantastic view of my very pretty shaved clean pussy. I put the discs away and kept finding other things to do. All the while we were talking about this book that both of us had read. As I was getting ready to sit down, Kyle picked up a jewel case and tossed it where the others had been. I got a little irritated, but I got up and went and bent over to pick it up. I put it away and when I went to sit down again, he did the same again. I looked over at him trying to figure out what he was up to. But he just gave me this innocent smile. I went over and squatted to pick them up. When I did that Kyle quickly exclaimed, “NO! Pick them up the way you did before!”

I was a little confused but I did as he asked. I rose up and went to put them away when Kyle tossed a few more over in the corner. They didn’t stay together; they were in a few different places. Now I was really getting irritated. He could tell and he started to chuckle. I bent over to pick them up and Kyle came up behind me and grabbed my hips and stuck his face right into my pussy. He quickly licked my juices, and then he bit me really hard at the top of my leg. He laughed and said, “That will teach you to tease me like that.”

I realized then that when I bent over not only could he see all of my pussy but also he could see my tits because my shirt rose up when I was bent over. The bruise lasted for over 2 weeks. I had a heck of a time coming up with a excuse for my husband when he saw it. But I used every opportunity to show it to Kyle, especially when I had to lower my jeans or lift up a skirt. That way I could then tease and tantalize him some more. 

I have to admit that I was feeling better. I had something to look forward to and I was having fun. It didn’t seem like Kyle minded the flirting and the sexual teasing, he kept coming over. But it was giving me a lift in my life that at that time I needed. I was having fun.

About 6 weeks into the teasing I decided to really get all sexy with him. My husband was to be out of town for about 3 days and Diana had this big client that she had to wine and dine, so she would be out of the picture for a good part of the afternoon and night. No sooner had I put the baby to bed, the front door opened and Kyle walked in. I wasn’t ready. I still had my really pretty silk bathrobe on. It was a short gown, and it just tied in the front. I didn’t have it tied really tight because I wasn’t expecting anybody to be around. I guess Kyle had the same idea about getting all sexy with me. As I stood there looking at him coming through the door, I noticed that he had this glint in his eye. He looked at me from top to bottom. He seemed to ravage me. His look went right through me. I shuddered from the intense passion I felt from his look. I looked down and noticed that my robe was open about 3” all the way down. I went to close it and he grabbed my hand and twisted my arm around me and ordered me to “Leave it alone”

I had to do what I was told. I had no choice. Kyle then jerked my arm and pulled me closer to his body. I felt the heat coming from him. I instantly melted against him. He reached behind me and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head way back and kissed me roughly on the lips. I felt a very animal moan escape from my lips. He raised his head up from kissing me and I thought he was very angry with me. He just looked at me for a moment and then he kissed me again. He ravaged my mouth. He kept inserting his tongue and then removing it. He then put his tongue in as far as it would go and scraped the roof of my mouth. Then he took my tongue in his mouth and sucked it till I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt like I had melted into the ground. It was so fucking awesome. 

When he looked at me again, he still looked like he was angry. He finally said in a very gruff voice, “Is this what you were after? Or this?” When he asked this question he let go of my hair and roughly moved my robe aside and jammed his fingers into my very wet sex hole.

He still had my arm twisted around me and with his hand jammed into my hole; he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. As we entered the bedroom, I notice in the mirror that he was straining his pants in the front. If he got any bigger he would burst through his zipper. 

He threw me down on the bed. I cried out because it was so unexpected. We started tearing at each other. I heard a rip and realized that I had torn his shirt down the front. We kept at that for a few minutes until finally Kyle had to roll over for a minute to release the largest cock I had ever seen. I licked my lips. That was all the invitation Kyle needed before he rammed his huge cock between my lips. I felt myself swallow his tremendous erection. He filled my mouth up completely. All I could think about was he filling another place that completely. 

He must have known what I was thinking. In that instant, he flipped me over on my knees and rammed that huge dick between my legs. My pussy resisted for an instant before opening up in all its glory. I came instantly and flooded his dick with my juices. 

“Oh God Yes, Fuck Me Hard” I screamed.

He kept up the hard angry thrusts until my whole body shuddered with the almost violence of the situation. I came again and again. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and bit me hard on the side of my neck. “Have you had enough?” he hoarsely whispered. 

“Never” I cried back at him. With that I started to meet his thrust just as hard as he was thrusting into me. My poor little pussy was beginning to be a little abused but loving it. The tremendous feelings that were coursing through my body, was causing my body to tremble almost as violent as Kyle’s thrusts. 

I must have cum over a dozen times. I was so wet it was dripping all over the place. The bed was soaked. I could feel it running down my legs. I was very well lubricated. 

I felt Kyle stop for a moment. I caught my breath. He raised my butt a little higher. I was on my knees with my head on the bed. My butt was really high in the air. Kyle had his hands on my hips and now he was holding on to me and thrusting even deeper. He slowed the pace. He slowly pushed it in and the very slowly slid it almost out. He did that a few times. In this way it used up the juices so that I could enjoy all of his massiveness. He kept this slow process up till I exploded again. I was so wet and slippery with my love juice. I could just imagine how he felt. He pulled out almost completely and then he rammed it in all the way. I then felt his hands move from my hips to my butt cheeks. I felt him open my cheeks up and then before I could blink an eye he had removed his very large and lubricated dick from my dripping pussy and started pushing it into my very tightest of holes. I let out a yell as the head found it mark,

Working its way into my tightest spot. He stopped only a moment to allow me to adjust to him. But I couldn’t adjust myself. He was too large for me. In my mind I thought, ”Oh this hurts, I’ve never done this before. He is so massive, he is too rough, and I have never let anybody be this intimate before. I only ever dreamed about this.”

Kyle could only get about half of his massive cock in. At the beginning he tried to go in slowly. But since it wouldn’t go in all the way he became angry again and started to push harder. He was ramming his manhood in my tight virgin asshole. He was opening me up to all his passions and desires. Out from the pain of his ramming came a burning desire of my own. Deep pleasure in the pits of my body started to engulf me. He grabbed my ass cheeks even more and spread them so I felt that he is going to rip them apart. He thrusts were getting even deeper and deeper and still he couldn’t get it all the way in. He reached around and starts to pinch and twist my clit. That is my undoing. I started to match his thrusts. I was abusing myself in a way that I never thought was possible. I wanted him inside of me. All of him, no matter how much it hurt. I thrust backward again and felt him slide a little further in. It was getting dry and very tight but the pain didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered but to have that enormous dick fully inside of me. To fill me up, to be in control of my very being was my greatest desire at that moment. I took his hands and put them back on my hips to help, and when he started to pull back I pulled forward. I then rammed my whole body backwards and with him holding my hips, I was able to ram it home. It felt like it was ripping me apart. But at the same time it filled me up and made me want more. It was totally awesome.

He pulled out some, and then he thrust it back all the way in. I didn’t want him to remove it at all. So I just pushed back as far as I could and started grinding my self onto his pelvis. I could feel our groins touching. I was grinding myself into him so much I thought his balls were going to enter my pussy. 

All of a sudden Kyle grabbed my hips and started to really thrust in and out quicker and faster than before. In a matter of moments I felt that massive cock spill out all its manhood into my waiting ass.

Kyle fell on top of me and we lay there for a moment with him still inside of me. 

Needless to say, the afternoon visits stopped.



Amazing Amy



A few years ago, while I was still in college, I also worked part time to help my parents with bills like my rent and tuition. Most of my jobs revolved around sports at the school, as I was a volunteer for the school's basketball team in which I would help handicap individuals during home games. I also worked in the intramural sports department, being a referee and supervisor for a few sports. I met a lot of cool people working as a ref, including a girl named Amy. Amy was half Italian and the rest a mix of German, English and Irish. She had slightly curly hair that was reddish brown, and a really nice body, since she played soccer, basketball and volleyball. But the best part of her was her breasts. Now Amy wasn't huge, but she was definitely well endowed, with her bra size probably a 36C. She was an average sized girl, so her chest definitely stood out and was one of the first things you noticed about her. One of the reasons I liked calling games with her, besides the fact she was super cool, was seeing her run up and down the court or field, her boobs bouncing ever which way. Like I said before, she was pretty cool and liberal, like me, and we would talk about lots of things online, including sex and relationships. She was really frank and open, not shy to my stupid questions sometimes, and she was always down to get food or hang out, which was cool. I admit, I kinda liked her but I never really tried anything early on.

Anyways, one time we were at my apartment, eating lunch. My roommate, who was a total prick by the way, was out as usual, probably at work or with his ugly girlfriend. Anyways, so we were eating, talking about sports and stuff, and then eventually talking about relationships. I asked her when her last boyfriend was, finding out she really hadn't had once for a few month, which was a lot shorter than me, since I hadn't had a real relationship in over a year. I learned a lot about her as we ate; including a nice fact that she didn't like condoms. She preferred to be on the pill, and have sex without a condom since it just felt better to her. This of course turned me on, and I began to get a little hard. She then began asking me a few questions, pertaining to sex. Sadly, even though I had been in a relationship, back in high school I was a pretty religious guy, and a bit conservative, never having sex or anything close to it. The nearest thing I ever experienced was kissing and light touching, nothing to write a book about. Amy on the other hand told me she was very experienced, loved sex, and even told me the crazy places and times she did it. Now I was in college and barely a rookie at the idea of sex, never even seeing a girl naked live, with the only boobs I've ever seen being on a computer or movie screen. I told Amy this and how I was curious about the female body, never seeing it in depth up close and personal, and wondered if that was weird. She told me it wasn't weird, and totally normal, which made me feel better and not such a freak.

Suddenly, I got an idea, grew some balls, and asked Amy if I could see her. At first she didn't know what I meant, but finally got it. She shuck her head, telling me she didn't really like me that way, and that we weren't gonna have sex. I told her, that was not what I meant, and that I just wanted to learn about the female body. She then smiled and seemed relieved, even saying that even if we were to have sex, she wasn't on the pill at the moment, so it couldn't happen anyway. So I asked her again and she looked back at me, paused for a moment, and then smiled, nodding her head yes. She then told me to lock the doors and close the blinds, which I did, since it was still daylight outside and we didn't want anyone peeping.

Amy then told me to sit on my chair, and she took of her t-shirt and jeans. I had no idea really what was gonna happen next, but I was definitely getting hard, and my erection was clearly visible under my pants. She then stood in front of me in her lingerie, looking at my boner and asking if she had done that. I of course said yes, and she pulled me closer. She then asked if I had ever seen bare breast in person, which I hadn't. She then told me, it was gonna be my lucky day, and unstrapped her bra. Out fell her perfect boobs, her pink nipples the size of quarters. I couldn't stop staring at them; they were perfect, even if they did sag a slight bit. I then asked if I could touch them, to which Amy said yes, and I began to cup both of them in my hands. I never felt breasts before in my life, even began to juggle them a little, as they were heavier than I thought, but so soft. I then felt her nipples, touching the ends, which made Amy jump a little. I said sorry, but she said it was okay. I then traced my fingers around her nipples and felt the tops of her chest. I told her they were very nice, and she thanked me.

Amy then got up and began to remove her panties. As she pulled them down, a little bit of her pubic hair, which was also reddish brown, began to peak out. She was definitely trimmed, not really having much of a bush except for the hair on top of her pussy. I then moved in closer, feeling her pubic hair and the area around pussy. I was still rock hard and felt my pants getting a little wet with pre-cum, but I could care less. I then slowly moved my hand towards the folds of her pussy, my hands slightly shaking. I was so nervous, and Amy looked at me, and told me to relax. I slowly took my fingers and spread her out pussy lips apart, revealing her pink inside, and the inner folds of her vagina. It felt so slick and moist and warm. I saw her urethra and her vagina, and asked if I could stick my finger inside it. She said it was okay, just to be careful. I stuck a finger in, her inner pussy lips folding perfectly over my finger. I went a few inches in and then pulled it out. I decided to experiment more, and stuck two fingers in, a little deeper. Her pussy could clearly spread across my two fingers, and I then pulled them out, and stuck in three, going even deeper. She then asked me how many fingers I had inside, and I told her three, to which she said, try four. I was afraid at first, but finally stuck in four fingers, stretching her vagina and going even deeper, caressing something inside which made her jump again. I apologized again, but she said it was okay, but that if felt good.

We then sat on my bed, me wondering what was going to happen next. After we just kind of exchanged a few words, I figured the whole misadventure was over, and began to get up. Amy then looked at me and asked "do you wanna, you know?" It took me a second to realize what she meant, and I jumped up and said, "Yes, yes, yes". I then took off my pants and my shirt and clothes. She watched me undress and then after I finished, she pushed me back onto my bed, my head on my pillow, and told me to just relax. She then bent over, and we began to kiss. While we kissed, I rubbed her body, including her perfect tits, while she took one of her hands and guided me inside of her. I knew I was in the second I entered; it was so tight and warm. I then lay back as she grinded up against me, up and down, her perfect breasts bouncing up and down as we both moved in rhythm. Everything seemed to be going so fast, that even though it seemed like a mere minute, we were all sweating and I could tell we had been fucking for a good 10 minutes or so. I then began to feel it swell inside me, and I whispered I was going to cum. Amy just kept on going, even picking up speed in her rhythm. My body tensed up, and I shot it deep inside her as she stopped moving and just let my penis milk itself into her. After I finished, she slowly pulled out, knowing my penis was super sensitive right then. As my head left her pussy, a load of cum oozed out of her vagina, and onto my bed. I could care less about the stain at the moment, just sitting in amazement as my cum was inside a beautiful girl. She laughed as it continued to ooze out, and cleaned it up with a tissue. Eventually we all got dressed and cleaned up and Amy would leave, even though I remember seeing that stain on my bed as a reminder of what happened.

From then on, when me and Amy would work a game together, we would always smile at each other in a little bit of a naughty way. It wouldn't be the last time Amy and I had a little adventure, but I still remember fondly that first time. Amy was so cool.



Amazing Friends



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Every third Saturday Janet goes to pick up her friend Marla and they go garage sale shopping. This was one such Saturday, except Marla didn’t answer the door. Janet looked around and found all the cars present, yet no answer at the door. She walked around the house and decided to walk out to David’s workshop. Marla’s husband was a self-employed cabinet-maker and had a wonderful shop out behind their home on 3 acres. Janet didn’t know what to expect when she reached the entrance of the shop. In fact she assumed it would be locked tightly. Instead at the turn of the door handle, it opened into the building. Most of the lights were off, so Janet’s eyes had to adjust to the darkness. She called out softly, seeking David or Marla. As Janet was about to leave a hand reached out of the still darkness and wrapped right over her mouth.

Janet saw nothing, but certainly knew she was in trouble. She was being pushed by someone stronger than she was. It was evident that it was David. When they reached one of the shop workbenches, she was pushed forward and onto it. Scared into action, Janet tried to scream but, her voice was stifled, the large hand still over her mouth. She tried to fight, to no avail. As her energy wore, her captor quietly wrapped her wrists in extension cording. She was then hoisted up onto the workbench and her arms stretched forward from her body, leaving her half on the table and half off. Quickly she was gagged by a shop towel or rag of some sort, her eyes covered by a dark, woolen hat slipped over her head. Janet was terrified. She could not imagine what David was considering doing to her (and was it David?). Her captor left her side and was obviously gathering things from around the shop. 

When he returned, he removed Janet’s skirt and panties, leaving her stay put stockings in place. Next he secured her legs to the legs of the workbench. It was an adequate spread for what her tormentor had in mind. He loosened Janet’s arms and brought her to her feet, tearing her blouse from her trembling body. The bra was unhooked and tossed aside. Janet was totally nude, except for the stockings and her heels. The captor then placed a covered wedge at the edge of the shop bench, with the highest end meeting the end of the bench. Once that was secure, he pushed Janet forward; this hoisted her rear into the air. The benches had different shaped cut outs that acted as vice grips to hold cylindrical or rectangular pieces of wood. Janet was on the end of the bench with the cylindrical cutouts. Her breasts fell right into two of the openings and then her arms were once again pulled forward, stretching her taught. The man began to close the vice grips on her breasts making them swell tight within their confines, and her nipples to poke out well below the table on the bottom side. Janet’s mind raced, her heart jumped and flip flopped, trying to decipher why this was happening to her. Any screaming sounds made were all lost to the towel securely in her mouth. 

Her captor had full access to anything he desired. Then there was sound; Voices, screams, grunts, moans of pain, of pleasure. Janet’s mind could not decode all this. She thought she heard the whoosh of a whip. Her body was so open and accessible to anything, pain, pleasure, now resigning herself to the fact her captor would use her body for whatever he saw fit. The sounds continued. Then it became apparent that whatever she was listening to was sounds of sex, as the male voice finally yelped and screamed that he was going to come. Then a female voice, told him to deny himself that luxury or he’d be punished………… Janet instantly recognized that the voices belonged to Marla and David. The male was begging for release and was constantly denied it. Marla demanded that he eat her pussy until she came and then she’d consider maybe letting him reach some form of pleasure. With that came clear the sounds of delight that this person brought to Marla and an eventual crescendo as her shrills permeated the room as her body reached its destination.

Janet knew she was in trouble, however, having heard what she just did made her body alive with a new awareness of her friend’s lifestyle. She had never thought of Marla as much more than a generic housewife and mother. It is true she was a great friend, but never much considered her and David’s sex life. This revelation put a new twist on things, well, at least she would never think of her as generic any longer. As Janet was trying to envision what she was hearing she felt something running up the insides of her legs. It had no warmth to it, so it was not hands. It had no chill either, so it could not have been metal. At a loss, Janet tried to understand what was touching her, making her uncomfortable and excited at the same time. She wondered how her body could betray her now, in this awkward position, in her time of vulnerability. Yet, Janet could not deny that she was becoming aroused and in quite an intense way.

The male voice was screaming at Marla to please stop and to allow him some satisfaction. She was mocking him, complaining about a wimpy cock and that he wasn’t much of a pussy eater either. He was apologizing over and over and begging to come. It was at that time the captor touched her moist pussy with the object. Janet’s hips rose and fell and tried to reach for this touch, but the captor only teased her with it. 

After a few minutes of the teasing the captor removed the hat, so Janet could see her predicament. Moreover, the captor had wanted Janet to see the TV monitor that she had been listening too. Janet could see a man handcuffed with his hands above his head, whip marks, thin red lines and some heavier welts swollen and painful. His cock was hard, painfully purplish looking and had something wrapped around his balls, they seemed to hang so low, like they were weighted. She then noticed his cock had a cock-ring around the base, making it virtually impossible for this man to come. It was only a matter of minutes before Janet realized that David was getting quite some abuse from his darling wife. He was begging Marla to jack him off, suck him, whatever, just to get some relief. Once and a while she’d walk by and touch his stiffened rod and he’d jump in anticipation; she even once dropped to her knees to engulf the purple head. David nearly came then, but was warned not to, threatened not to. How on earth the poor guy could handle the abuse was unreal, but he didn’t come. Marla arose and got her whip, once again threatening a purple head.

It became dark once again as the woolen cap was replaced over Janet’s head and eyes. A warm breath was felt upon Janet’s rump and then lower and lower it went until it was seeking out her warmth. Instantly distracted, Janet’s own body becoming the one anticipating relief. Soft flicks of the warm wet tongue traced Janet’s thighs, tangled itself in her moist pubic down and snaked it’s way into her heated cavern of wetness. There was no way Janet could deny the wonderful pleasure she was receiving, still she wondered why David would do this to her. It was obvious from the home movies that David was submissive and not dominant, such as her captor. Nonetheless, the pussy eating she was receiving was delicious. At no time would he give her the absolute direct stimulation needed for a climax, but the teasing sensations were wonderful, but increasingly becoming a burning need to explode; still the captor never allowed it. Just as Janet thought she’d die wanting to come, he stopped, leaving her more frustrated than ever. A few moments pass and she feels a warm mouth on her swollen nipples, licking, kissing, and sucking them. He apparently climbed beneath the table and was creating quite a new feeling. Her breasts were so tightly confined they were ultra sensitive. The pleasure only added fuel to her already burning desire. Soon the mouth moved away, but to Janet’s dismay, it was replaced with a pair of weighted, vibrating nipple clamps. Her nipples were stretched quite tightly below the table and clamped with the rubber tipped clamps; then the vibrator was turned on to high. The agonizing pain of the clamps combined with the sheer delight of the vibrations, stirred such confusion in Janet that her mind could not truly comprehend which to concentrate on. The fluids were leaking from her swelled and aroused vulva, collecting on the cement floor beneath her. Her mind was buzzing in rhythm to the clamps continually vibrating and pulling on her tender flesh. 

A pair of hands spread Janet’s ass cheeks apart. This action startled her and she jumped slightly and wiggled her bottom in a futile effort to get away. Again a warm mouth begins its assault, this time on her tight anus. If the buzzing and the painful pulling of her nipples held captive tightly weren’t enough, she was sure that this would make her insane. Janet acknowledged it felt good, but strange and then combine all else, she could not tell what was good and what was not pleasurable. Her mind a steady blur of confusion.

When the warm tongue left her tight hole, it was replaced with a cool, hard object, trying to intrude upon her inner body. Janet squeezed her ass cheeks together, best she could to prevent this from happening. In a flash of a second the large hand smacked into Janet’s round bottom, leaving a complete print, and again on the other cheek. She screamed into the towel and tears formed heavy in her eyes. The hands once again parted her cheeks and the object once again began its assault on her virgin ass. It was thin and well lubed and eventually with some slight pressure slid right on in. The dildo was only about the size of a man’s thumb, but uncomfortable in a virgin ass. Once it was securely in, the warm mouth began to devour Janet’s overwhelmingly wet pussy. Literally it was drinking her tangy liquid. Then the lashing really began as he found her sensitive clit. He was unmerciless upon the swollen bud, sucking, licking, nibbling and even capturing it between his teeth and licking the sensitive tip. Janet forgot about all the pain of her nipples, the object in her ass and concentrated on her rebuilding orgasm. The man was awesome, knowing exactly when an orgasm was about to be reached. He stopped again! Janet was whimpering, lost in time, wanting whatever it would take to push her just over the threshold. 

He silently removed the dildo in Janet’s ass. He slapped her buttocks again, this time not quite so painfully, but enough to give a warning that he could be cruel should “his” need arise. Then Janet felt the tip of his cock run up and down her soaking entrance. It began to push slowly into her wetness, working slowly, deliberately to open her to his larger than normal sized tool. Once he was all the way in, he slipped a larger butt plug into Janet’s ass, making her pussy tighter. Although the plug was uncomfortable, it could be tolerated now that she had been iniated and it wasn’t the only thing on her mind. 

Out of no-where Janet felt warmth on her pussy again. Her mind desperately trying to reason and then it hit her, there was at least two people present using her for their delight. She felt ill, confused; but the delicious feelings of cock and hot mouth were truly more than her body could handle. She exploded against the cock and butt plug, sent torrents of her womanly juices into the mouth of the receiver and shook violently as her body betrayed her mind in what would not be the last act of betrayal. As Janet’s body returned to some form of normalcy, the nipple clamps were removed, the butt plug eased out, her breasts released and she was untied. Once the woolen cap was removed and her eyes adjusted and focused, she saw Marla standing off to the side with a very large dildo strapped on her abdomen thick with come and she saw David with his face gleaming with pussy juices…

Please VOTE: This is part I of a series and I will continue with more, IF you, my fans show me they enjoyed. 



Amazing Grace



I should be ashamed about how I met her - really I should. I'm not a kerb-crawler, honest, I'm not! I was driving through one of the less salubrious areas of Leeds, on the way to visit someone I'd lost touch with, when I saw her. Just occasionally you see a woman who so fascinates you that you have to take a second look - and a third. Not beautiful, oh no, leave that area to the likes of Julia Roberts and Penelope Cruz, but this was a woman I needed to take a second look at - and walking along a pavement in a grotty suburb of Leeds, at seven o'clock in the evening.

She was walking slowly, so when I got around the block, and stopped on the opposite side of the road, I had time to look at her in my mirror, and then get an eyeful as she walked past, feeling like the very worst kind of voyeur. Suddenly knowing what compelled 'stalkers,' I drank in her vital statistics, so far as I could tell.

She was tall and slim, with something that had attracted me initially, dark brown hair that fell in a cascade to below her waist, quite startlingly long, but full and lustrous with it. She had a narrow face, not pretty, but amazingly sexy, as she turned to look briefly in my direction, lowering her long eyelashes, her lips slightly parted in what might have been a cruel sort of smile. She was, I was sure, aware of me. 

I took in her body. She was not dressed in an overtly sexy manner, but wore an ankle-length cotton dress under a little jacket. Her feet were encased in black boots with very high, stiletto heels. These, her hair, her walk, her face, all came together to hit me where it hurt. I watched her, and it hardly registered when she spoke to me, raising her voice above the sound of a passing van.

'Youse followen me, or whaa?' The voice didn't match the image I had formed. She had an accent I couldn't begin to place, but knew was from north of Gretna Green.

I did the only decent thing, and got out of my car, crossed the road, and went up to her, abjectly apologising for giving her a fright. But there was little excuse I could offer for watching her, and she regarded me with much suspicion, of course. Just then, a Police Panda Car came to my rescue in unlikely fashion, drawing up behind my car. The occupant bellowed across to me that I couldn't park there, and the girl laughed at my discomfiture as I scuttled across the road to move my vehicle, as the Panda drove off. 

Seeing her laughing, I called across to her to get in, and come for a drink, and was astonished when she agreed.

We stopped at the first pub I came across. I didn't know it at all, but it had a half-decent saloon bar, and I bought her a vodka and tonic, while I settled for a tomato juice.

I had great difficulty in understanding her accent, which I found out hailed from Fife. Her name was Grace, she was nineteen, and she had come down from Scotland to find work, she said, but she wasn't sure what kind of work she could do. When I asked her what she had done in Scotland, she replied, 'Oh, this 'n' tha' d'y na, a wee bit dancin' in a wee club, tha' sort o' thing.'

It transpired she had only arrived that afternoon, and had decided to book in at a cheap hotel near to where I had picked her up - apparently her friend Morag had told her about one nearby, and a 'wee club' just around the corner, where she might get a job. She had left her suitcase in the left-luggage at City Station. All this took some finding out, what with her accent, and trying to disentangle her story, but a third vodka had her pouring out her heart, and the real reason she had come down from Scotland - the old familiar story of an abusive step-father, and a messy home-life.

Being a sucker for a pretty face - as I mentioned, she wasn't even pretty, but she sure as hell was sexy - I suggested she might come and stay with me for a while. She looked doubtful at first, but I told her she could sleep on the sofa, and she nodded, tossing her lovely hair back in an elegant gesture.

We went round and picked up her suitcase, and made our way up to my apartment in a northern suburb of the city. When we got in, I showed her around, and she commented favourably - I've always been a relatively neat housekeeper, and filled the flat with nice things.

I had a little box-room where I told her to put her things, whilst I went and showered and changed, then got some food on the move. Whilst I was in the kitchen, Grace used the bathroom, and by nine o'clock we were sat on the sofa, me in a track suit, she in a towelling robe, eating a micro-waved lasagne and salad, with a bottle of cheap Chilean wine.

Whether it was the wine, or just that I'm an old softie, or because I can't resist a nice young lady, I don't know, but I suddenly said, 'Look, Grace, you have the bedroom, I'll sleep on the sofa - you must be tired.'

'Ach, I couldnae,' she said, but I insisted and propelled her into the bedroom, grabbing a spare duvet for myself.

My sofa is big and comfortable, but I was a long time getting to sleep, and couldn't honestly say whether I had slept or not when I felt rather than heard another presence in the lounge. The faint orange glow of the street-light through the curtains framed Grace's slender body, clad in a long but transparent nightdress, through which her body was silhouetted perfectly. She stood stock-still, looking at me, and I wondered for just an instant if she was intent on robbery or worse - after all, I didn't know her at all; what had I done? But she had no knife or gun in her hands, and slowly lowered herself to sit on the sofa beside my apparently sleeping form. I tried not to change my breathing and give the game away. Then I felt her cool hand on my cheek, and efforts to control my breathing failed miserably. When her hair fell down over my face I was lost, and I reached up and pulled her down into my arms, feeling her warm lips yield instantly, so that I slipped my tongue into her eager mouth, and she responded with interest.

'Let's go to bed, shall we?' I suggested, and led her back to the bed she had just vacated.

When I felt for her breasts she protested, saying (at least, I thought she said, her accent was still defeating me) that she was ashamed of them. But I thought they were gorgeous - hard nubs of nipples on top of sharp little mounds which poked aggressively through the nylon of her nightdress. I tweaked her nipples and she groaned with pleasure.

'They are really beautiful, Grace,' I said, 'you must promise never to have implants. She stared at me in the semi-darkness as if I were mad. Mad I was, for her body, and pulled up the hem of her nightdress, up her long, straight, slim legs, until I reached the fleshy upper thighs. When I started to stroke them, she moaned as if she was already being penetrated, and opened her legs slowly to let me gain access. 

I reached over and put on the bedside light. 'I want to look at you,' I said.

'Are youse noo a bit strange?' she said (or something like that).

But just the same, she put a hand between her legs, and smoothed it very deliberately over her hairless pussy, down into her slit, and parted her labia with two fingers, showing me her glistening pink cunt.

The sight drove me wild, and I had an erection like a stallion. I fell on her and had my tongue in her in seconds, lapping her sweet honey-pot for all I was worth. But she was wriggling a squirming around to a new position on the bed, and I knew what she wanted. It was exactly what I wanted too! We dropped into a '69' position as if we had been doing it with each other for years, and I jiggled her hard little clitoris with a finger as my tongue penetrated deep within her.

She stiffened and screamed and came in a great heaving wave, as I shot my load of hot spunk straight down her throat.

We lay together, and I stroked her beautiful hair, played with her firm little tits, and marvelled at the whole of her lean young body. In what seemed like no time at all, I was hard again, and this time, I entered her gently, letting her guide me with her hands, as first she rode me, then we turned over and I fucked her slowly and deeply, my hands on her arse, a finger up her tiny, virgin arsehole, giving her a hint of future pleasures. 

When I felt her getting ready to cum, I fingered her clit, and rammed her hard, until I could hold off no longer, then I thrust one final time and came.

Next day, I went off to work, as usual, and left Grace washing her 'smalls.' She said she was going to go and find a job, if possible. I spent all day remembering the night's entertainment, and wondering if my life had changed for good. My God, she was something, I thought.

I could hardly wait to get home that evening, and see Grace. 

I parked the car, and went upstairs two-at-a-time. Something wrong. The door was locked. Perhaps she had gone shopping. I opened the door and the first thing I saw was the key I'd given Grace, lying there on the doormat, just where it had been thrown through the letterbox. I went in - not a sign of her, nothing! The place was clean, more so than usual perhaps, but nothing seemed to be missing, and nothing of Grace remained.

I sat and cried.

I've done what I can to look for her - which isn't a lot - I frankly don't really know where to start looking. It's all behind me now, I suppose - just one of life's little jokes.