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Shannon

By: Will Bailey



It was tough for me to get used to the idea of being single again after 22 years of marriage. At my age, it wasn’t easy to find female companionship -- at least the kind that I wanted. Sure, there were a couple of gold-diggers. I mean, I wasn’t rich, but I was pretty well-fixed. I had no mortgage on my home, no car payments or other serious bills, and a considerable salary. As I said, not rich but comfortable.

My job was also interesting. I was the chief software engineer for a medium-sized application development company: Radius. The only problem was that I didn’t actually design things any more. I supervised. I could have done without the management side of the job.

There were quite a few pretty young things around my workplace, but I discovered early on that they weren’t interested in an old fart like me. Except for the obvious gold-diggers, which I soon learned to spot.

Shannon Peters was a pretty young woman. She had the sort of nice girl-next-door looks that have always appealed to me. Her manner of dress served to emphasize these looks. She was always well-dressed in a neat but sedate style. Her pageboy haircut also amplified the girl-next-door impression. She had very black hair, blue eyes and a very light complexion with freckles -- the unusual coloration that’s known as “black Irish.” It turned out that she was of Irish descent. Her maiden name was Mahoney, which she hated. She was on the petite side, about 5’ 3” or 5” 4”, and she was, I guessed, about 35, at least 20 years younger than I. She was also married and therefore out of reach.

Shannon worked in our marketing department. She was intelligent and very good at her job. I discovered this in working with her on several projects. Working with Shannon was always a delight. About three years ago, we were working together. She was putting together a sales package for a new product. I knew from previous experience that Shannon was very bright and very professional. On this new project, my previous experience of her was reinforced. 

Since I had been in charge of its development, Shannon needed input from me. She was very careful to be sure that her material would communicate the details of the application without misrepresenting it. As usual, she was very professional.

Since the deadline was approaching, we found ourselves working over the holidays. We were in my office on the 29th of December. Neither of us wanted to be there, but we didn’t have much choice. I noticed that Shannon was unusually quiet and somewhat morose, so I asked if anything was troubling her.

“It’s just that my husband is out of town on a business trip,” she said, “and he called last night to say that he wouldn't be home for new year’s. So I’ll probably just sit in front of the TV and watch the Time’s Square celebration. Or something equally boring.”

“I don’t have any plans either. Why don’t you come over to my place for dinner, and we’ll watch the tube together?”

“That sounds nice, but...”

“Shannon, I said ‘dinner’-- nothing more. OK?”

“Oh hell, why not?” She paused and looked down for a moment. “I’ll need directions, though. Actually, I’ll just take a cab. Don usually drives, so I never bothered to get a licence.”

“Why don’t you let me pick you up?” I’d bought a new Mercedes CLK 430 coupe in September, and I admit that I loved showing it off. “I’d be happy to provide transportation, Madame.”

Shannon smiled for the first time that afternoon. “OK. What time?”

She gave me her address, and we agreed that I’d pick her up at 6:00 on the 31st. The rest of the afternoon went very well. Shannon was able to concentrate much better, and we finished our work early.

“Shannon, that was terrific. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink at Charlie’s place? Then I’ll give you a lift home, now that I know the address.”

“Well...  all right. But just a quick one. I’m expecting a call from my mother at about 7:30.”

We packed up and headed for the bar. It was actually called “The Continental,” but everybody in our company simply called it “Charlie’s.” Charlie was the bartender and manager, and this afternoon he was the only person in the place when we went in. He greeted us warmly.

“I’m glad to see some people. Christ, it’s been so slow today. The thing is that not many people actually live around here, so when the offices are closed nothing happens. I’m probably going to close early, but I’ll happily look after you. How about the corner booth?”

We sat down and ordered a couple of Charlie’s specials. He’s one of the few guys I know who actually makes a gin gimlet from scratch. The only problem is that they always taste like more. So we each ended up having a couple of them.

Away from the office, Shannon was an even better conversationalist. It turned out that she had many interests, among them rabbits, of all things. She’d bred them when she was a kid and really wanted a hutch. The problem was that she and the absent Don lived in a high-rise apartment in a building that frowned on both pets and children. I, of course, never had the slightest interest in rabbits. In fact, the only things I admired about them were their sexual habits, but Shannon made rabbits sound interesting.

We finished our drinks and headed for the parking garage. I was happy to see that Shannon was suitably impressed by my car. She managed to “ooh” and “ah” at all the right things as I drove her home. She lived across town, and traffic was heavy. The trip took a while, but we finally pulled up in front of her building.

“Thanks, Mike,” Shannon said. “Thanks for being a friend when I really need one.” She leaned across the console, gave me a peck on the cheek, then got out and walked inside quickly.

New Year’s Eve 1999 was on a Friday. It finally arrived. I planned to do one of my favourite meals -- a meat fondue. It’s a dish I’ve loved since I spent some time in Switzerland. I’d prepared the broth and the sauces the previous day, and I had a more than ample supply of beef tenderloin. I figured we could have the fondue in the living room in front of the fireplace. It would be nice and cheerful. The potatoes were cut and ready for the deep fryer. The bubbly was in the fridge. It was time to pick up Shannon.

When I got to Shannon’s place, she was in the lobby waiting for me. She gave me another peck on the cheek. I escorted her to the car, and we drove away. On the way to my place, Shannon talked a mile a minute. I suspect that she was a bit nervous. I know that I was. We arrived at my house and pulled into the driveway.

We went inside. I took Shannon’s coat and hung it beside mine. Then I turned around and got my first real look at her that evening. I think I must have been staring like an idiot. She looked fantastic. She was wearing the sort of outfit she never wore at the office. She was dressed for once in formfitting clothes -- a black sweater and a black leather skirt. They emphasized all the right points of her little form. The skirt had a big zipper in front that went from waist to hem. She looked sexy as hell. 

I said, “Shannon, you look...”

“Different?” She smiled and did a little pirouette.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” I managed to finish.

“I don’t always dress like a nun,” she said.

“I never thought that you did. At the office, you always look...”

“Businesslike?”

“Yeah. Businesslike.”

“Mike, that’s business. This isn’t. By the way, this place looks great. Why don’t get us a drink and show me around?”

I got our drinks, and I gave her the tour. I was surprised and pleased at her reaction to my art collection. Over the years, I’ve collected some choice works by Canadian artists, many of whom are my friends. Shannon had a very good eye and immediately gravitated to the best piece. This girl was just full of surprises.

I put the potatoes in the deep fryer and lit the fondue pot. Soon supper was ready. We sat on the chesterfield in front of the fire and ate off the coffee table. Shannon managed to put away a surprising amount of food for such a little girl. Like I said, she was full of surprises.

After we finished our fondue, we were both fairly stuffed. I suggested that we have our coffee and think about desert later. She agreed. Then she asked if she could use my phone.

“Of course you can. Use the one in my office upstairs. That will give you more privacy.”

“OK, but I’m just going to check my messages. Don was supposed to call today, and I haven’t heard from him yet.”

Shannon went upstairs while I cleared up and got the coffee and cognac. When she came back downstairs, she was very quiet and crestfallen.

“Shannon, what’s wrong?”

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. “That bastard! He doesn’t call all day, and then he leaves me a message to tell me that he won’t be home until next weekend. Fuck him! Fuck him!”

Shannon dissolved in tears. I took her in my arms and held her. She cried on my shoulder as though her heart were breaking. I cuddled her and stroked her hair for what seemed a long time. Finally, she regained her control. She looked up at me.

“Thanks, Mike. I’m sorry to cast a pall over such a lovely evening.”

“Shannon, in your shoes I’m sure I’d be in even worse shape.”

She grinned. “But I’m not wearing shoes.”

“OK, in your stockings then.” I grinned back at her, happy that she found some humour in the situation. “Let’s go back to the living room and sit in front of the fire.”

We sat down. Shannon looked at me. I was afraid from her expression that she was going to cry again. “Mike, please hold me.”

Once again, I took her in my arms. She was very quiet but at least was not crying. I was grateful for that. She looked up at me and gazed into my eyes. I did the only natural thing. I kissed her.

At first it was a gentle, almost brotherly kiss, but that changed. Gradually, we found ourselves in a more passionate embrace, and our tongues found each other. Shannon was a wonderful kisser. Like I said, she was full of surprises.

At last, we broke the kiss. Shannon looked down, not meeting my eyes. “Mike, I’ve never cheated on Don.”

“Has he cheated on you.”

She looked at me. “I think so. I’m getting more suspicious all the time.”

“You mean all the signs are there.”

She nodded sadly.

“Shannon, I have to tell you something.” She looked at me again. “I’m not into casual relationships and certainly not with you. I don’t know what’s happening, but I felt something just now that I haven’t felt in years.”

She gave me a little half smile. “I know what you mean. I did, too. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“No, certainly not.”

“I know that you’re a widower. I’ve heard that much at work. What happened?”

“Janet was sick for a very long time. When she finally died, it was almost a relief. At least she’s not suffering any more.”

“But the word around the office is that you don’t date -- that you’re kind of a loner. Why?”

“Oh, I’ve dated a few times, but nothing has ever worked out. I’m out of practice, I guess.”

She smiled. “You’re certainly not too rusty in the kissing department.”

I smiled back. “It’s the company.”

She kissed me again. Soon we were back to the same sort of passionate embrace as before. When we finally stopped, Shannon sighed.

“I’m feeling dizzy. Do you mind if I lie down with my head in your lap?”

“Of course not.”

I scooted over, and Shannon stretched out with her head in my lap. My arms naturally went around her. She grinned up at me.

“This feels so cozy. I haven’t had this feeling in a long time.”

“Me too.”

I bent over and lifted her a bit. I kissed her. This time it went on even longer. I was holding her with my left arm, and my right hand found its way to her little body. I began caressing her, at first her back and then down to her legs. I felt that damned zipper. My hand moved down and I found the tab. It was just too damned tempting. I had to find out how the thing worked. Slowly, I began inching the zipper upward.

When I reached her mid-thigh, Shannon reached down and gently held my hand. She pulled back a bit and gave me a serious look. Suddenly, it seemed that she’d made up her mind. She released my right hand, put her arm around me and began kissing me again. I sensed that I’d been given permission.

Very slowly, my hand continued its journey upward. The zipper slid over her stomach and finally reached her waist. With a final tug, I reached the end of its track. Her skirt came apart and fell open, lying to either side. I gently stroked her thighs. Gradually, I gently touched her sex. I felt moisture even through her panties and pantyhose. 

I drew back and looked at Shannon. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing slowly and deeply. I slid my thumbs into her waistband. She lifted up to assist me, and I quickly pulled both panties and hose down her legs and off her feet. I guess that I was afraid that she might change her mind.

I kissed her ankles. Very slowly I worked my way up her legs, kissing and gently licking. When I reached her thighs, she separated them -- just a little a first and then wider. Her breath was beginning to come in little gasps. I continued to kiss my way upward. I reached her sex. She had opened her legs as far as she could. Her centre glistened in the firelight. I kissed it, and she gasped.

My tongue felt its way all over her pussy. Finally, I quit teasing her and began to lick her clitoris. Shannon began to buck toward my face. She was making little mewing sounds. Suddenly she tensed all over and moaned. She was coming.

When Shannon’s body relaxed, I began eating her again. It just seemed the thing to do. Soon she was making little noises again. This time, when she tensed it wasn’t quite as violent as the first time. I continued to eat.

Soon Shannon was bucking and mewing again. Her movements became almost violent. She tensed, screamed and went limp. I looked up at her. She was out cold.

I wondered if I could get the rest of her clothes off without awakening her. I thought it was worth a try. As gently as I could, I removed her sweater and bra. Her small breasts seemed the prettiest things I’d ever seen. Reluctantly, I took a throw from the back of the chesterfield and covered her. Shannon’s comfort seemed more important than my voyeurism. She remained asleep for at least 20 minutes. She looked like an angel.

At last she opened her eyes, smiled up and me and stretched. The throw slipped off her shoulders. She looked down at herself. “How did I get naked?”

“It was magic. The clothes just seemed to melt away.”

“Yeah. Right. My God, what did you do to me? I’ve never come that hard. I actually passed out.”

“I hope it was to your liking, Madame.”

“It was fantastic, but please don’t do that too often. Not like that. I think you could kill me. But what a way to go!” She frowned a bit. “Don hasn’t done that to me in years, and he was never that good at it. But the bastard certainly doesn’t mind if I go down on him. He even has a sick joke about it. He calls it a ‘68’. He says, ‘How about a 68? You eat me, and I’ll owe you one.’”

Shannon looked as though she were about to cry again. I pulled her close to me and kissed her neck. “Don’t cry, pretty Shannon. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

She pushed away and looked at me very seriously. “Don’t say things like that unless you mean them. I couldn’t take that.”

Now I was the one in danger of tears. “I just realized how very much I mean what I said. I suspect that I’ve been falling in love with you for a while. Tonight when you cried I passed the point of no return. However, there’s a big obstacle that could prevent any relationship between us -- the difference in our ages.”

Shannon looked at me quizzically. “How old do you think I am?”

“I’d have guessed your age at about 35.”

“Actually you’re very close. I’ll be 35 in February. I’m a Pisces.”

“I’m 20 years older than you. Don’t you think that’s too much of a difference in ages?”

“Not the way that you just satisfied me, grandpa.”

She kissed me again. For a very long time.

Finally, I broke the clinch and said, “Lets go upstairs and get comfortable.”

She gave me a pouty little girl look. “Why Mr. Johnson, what are you suggesting? Surely you’re not trying to get me into your bed.”

“Of course I am. Can you walk, or do I have to carry you?”

“I can walk.”

“All right, you go first. I want to enjoy the view.”

Shannon preceded me up the stairs. The view was spectacular. Don Peters had to be the world’s prize fool to mistreat this beautiful little lady. I vowed to myself again not to make the same mistake.

“Turn left at the top of the stairs, Shannon. Then just go straight ahead.”

We entered the bedroom. I turned down the bed and tucked her in. Within a few seconds, I had my clothes off and had joined her. We came together, cuddling and kissing.

“Nekkid cuddles are the best,” she sighed.

“They certainly are.”

I was hard as a rock. I opened the drawer of the night stand. I hoped that I still had some condoms left in there. It had been a long time since I looked.

“You don’t have to worry, Mike. I’m on the pill. Don doesn’t want any kids.”

I quickly moved between her legs and lowered myself into her, entering slowly and savouring every inch of her vagina. She sighed. I kissed her and began a slow rhythm with deep strokes. Soon our movements became more frantic. I sensed that she was about to come, and I knew sure as hell that I was. If only I could hold out just a little longer...

Shannon cried out and grabbed me in a bear hug. I exploded with a force that felt like my balls were coming out my penis. It was my turn to nearly lose consciousness. Slowly I withdrew and pulled her into my arms.

“Mike, that was the most fantastic lovemaking. I’m afraid to believe it, but it seems as though we have perfect chemistry together. Will it always be this good?”

“Yes, if I have anything to say about it.”

We fell asleep snuggling. One of my last conscious thoughts was that we’d missed New Year’s. And I didn’t give a crap. I’d had the best night of my life.

The next morning I awoke to a fantastic feeling. I looked down my body to the most fantastic sight. There was Shannon’s angelic face with my penis in her mouth. I moaned. She looked up and me and smiled.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Shannon straddled me and guided my erection into her vagina. Then she proceeded to fuck my brains out. Once again we both came incredibly hard. In fact, we both lost consciousness. I awoke a few minutes later to find a sleeping Shannon lying on top of me. My dick had shriveled and slipped out of her. She was still dripping on my balls. I felt perfectly content. As I cuddled her, I thought I was the luckiest bastard on earth. I drifted off.

I was awakened by Shannon’s stirring. She was still lying on top of me in my arms.

“Precious, don’t you think we should get up?”

“No,” she said in a very sleepy voice, “I want to stay here forever. In your arms.”

“And you will, little girl. You will.”

We did eventually get up. Then we took a shower together. As you might guess, that fact delayed our getting dressed. Eventually, we were forced out of the shower when the hot water gave out. Neither of us really felt like getting dressed, so I grabbed a couple of my T-shirt and some sweatpants. I put on the pants and a T-shirt. Shannon settled for just a shirt. My shirt came to mid-thigh on her. She looked adorable and about 16 or 17. I felt like a dirty old man. It was a great feeling.

I made coffee while Shannon cooked up some eggs and bacon. We ate at the kitchen table. We took turns feeding each other like school kids. At last we finished our breakfast and most of the pot of coffee.

“Shannon, we have some decisions to make. I don’t think either one of us is interested in an extramarital affair. I want you, and I want you out in the open, not sneaking around. How about it?”


Shannon



She looked into her coffee mug for a while. “I love you, Mike. I do very much love you. I guess that I’ve been slowly coming to the realization that my marriage was over. I just didn’t know what to do if I left Don. Hell, I guess he left me a long time ago in many ways. I’m tired of being a convenience for him. I won’t do that again for any man.”

I noticed for the first time that she wasn’t wearing her rings. Some time between supper and now they’d disappeared. She noticed where I was looking.

“They’re in my purse. I’m not going to wear that bastard’s rings any more. I seriously thought about flushing them down the toilet. Instead I think that I’ll just leave them in the apartment with a ‘Dear Don’ letter.”

“Do you mean,” I said, daring to hope.

“Yes, you silly old fart. If you want me, you’ve got me.”

Now it was my turn to cry and her turn to be the comforter.

We finally did get dressed. I drove her to her apartment. I helped her pack some suitcases and carried them to the car. I put the suitcases in the trunk, and we drove home.

Home. What a great word when you have someone to share it with. Someone who is wonderful.

The rest of that weekend was spent getting to know each other, in bed and out. I’d never been so much in love, and I allowed myself to believe that Shannon felt the same way. No one could be that good an actress.

On Sunday morning, Shannon delivered yet another of her surprises.

“Mike, have you ever tried anal intercourse?”

“Well, once or twice when I was a lot younger. But it’s not my preferred method of love making. Why do you ask? Have you tried it?”

“No. Never. Would you try it with me?”

I was quiet for a few minutes. Then I asked softly, “Darling, why are you asking this?”

“I have my own reasons. Just please believe that it’s important to me. Maybe just this once. OK?”

“OK. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

I found some lube in the john, and it turned out that there were condoms in the night stand. I put one on. Shannon got on all fours, and I gently applied the lubrication to her anus and my penis. The condom was lubricated, but that lubrication presupposed that one’s partner would produce some of her own. Butt holes don’t do that.

As gently as I could, I introduced my penis into her. Shannon grunted a few times, her head buried in the pillow.

“Precious, am I hurting you? Shall I stop?”

“No, no. Keep going slowly.”

Gradually, I introduced nearly my full length into her.

“Are you all there now?”

“Yes.”

“Then fuck me. Please.”

I slowly stroked in and out of her. Gradually, the friction became slightly less and her grunts less frequent. I reached around to her clitoris, attempting to give her some pleasure of her own. She spread her legs slightly to ease my access.

“Oh, that’s nicer. Oh yes, fuck me. If only those bastards at work could see sweet, prim little Shannon getting fucked in the ass. Or most of all that son of a bitch Don. Keep on fucking me. I want you to come in my ass.”

The sight before me, the heightened friction of her anus, and the feeling of her sex proved too much for me, in spite of my concern for Shannon. I accelerated my manipulations of her pussy.

“Oh darling baby, I’m coming. Oh my sweet, dear little Shannon.”

“I’m coming, too. Oh Christ, here it comes!”

We both collapsed on the bed. I withdrew from her, careful to keep the condom on and intact. A kissed Shannon and hugged her gently. Then I went into the washroom to clean up.

When I returned, she was crying. Not with the huge racking sobs of two nights before. She was gently crying into her pillow.

I held her to my bosom. “Precious, please don’t cry. I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I’ll never do that again.”

Shannon smiled at me through her tears. “Don’t say never. And please don’t apologize. I came, didn’t I? And I’m not the kinky sort of person who could come when I’m in pain. Just give me a few minutes. I feel like I need a shower.”

When she returned from her shower, she looked a lot more like herself. She laid down beside me and put her head on my shoulder. I asked, “Now do you want to tell me what all this is about?”

“To be honest, I think that I just figured it out in the shower. Don has pressured me for years for anal sex. I refused for several reasons. To begin with, I had a very middle-class Catholic upbringing on the Prairies. Like a lot of good Catholic girls, I had trouble enough accepting that my genitals weren’t filthy, much less my anus. Then there was also the fact that I now know that I didn’t trust Don not to hurt me. Badly. He’d never have been worried about my needs, the way you are. I’m sure that anal intercourse with Don would have been pretty brutal. It would have been an asshole fucking an asshole!”

Shannon giggled at her joke. I was a bit taken aback at her choice of language. In the mouths of many women, those words wouldn’t have shocked me at all. I began to realize that I had to cut Shannon more slack. She had to develop her personality in ways that she’d never allowed herself to do.

She stopped laughing and looked at me more seriously. “The crying came because I realized that my marriage was now really and truly over. I had let you -- no, begged you -- to do the one thing that I’d never allowed Don to do. I’m no longer his in any way. I’m yours, and I proved that to myself with that act -- something I’d never have done with anyone else. I wasn’t crying about him, I was mourning the marriage itself.”

“He couldn’t always have been such a prick, or you wouldn’t have married him.”

“Looking back, I don’t know that I’ve ever really known him. Especially not when we met in university. You see, Don was a jock. Football and Rugby.” She smiled. “He had a bumper sticker on his car that said ‘It Takes Leather Balls To Play Rugby’. He was handsome and charming and had an incredible body. He was so different from any of the guys I dated in high school. And we seemed to have common interests. We were both business majors and did pretty well in school. We got married after graduation, moved into married students’ housing and took our masters’ degrees.”

Shannon looked at me with a very serious expression, perhaps verging on tears. “The problems started after we left school and both got jobs. At first, I made more money than Don did. I know that he was jealous, even though he denied it. Then, he found that he had a real talent for sales and landed the job he has now. That was when the traveling started, and we drifted apart even more after that.” Shannon looked into my eyes. “Now, I realize that I wouldn’t take Don back under any circumstances. I want you, not him or anyone else.”

We cuddled. Then, we made love slowly and gently. The regular way.

Since New Year’s Day fell on a Saturday, our company, like many others, observed the Monday as a holiday. I used the time to make some arrangements. I called a moving company and arranged for them to send a truck to Shannon’s apartment that afternoon. We didn’t need a very large truck, since Shannon had a limited list of things that she wanted to take. In addition to her clothes and personal items, there were only a couple of small pieces of furniture that had sentimental value to her.

My next call was to Howard Goldfarb, my lawyer. I explained the situation to him and waited for him to call me a silly old fart who’d gotten himself in over his head. To my surprise, he did not.

“Mike, I wish to hell that you’d waited until she had the goods on her old man. If he’s fucking around, as you suspect, she could take the bastard to the cleaners. Now, since she’s left him, I suspect she’ll get nothing.”

“Howie, she doesn’t need anything. She has a job, and anyway I make more than enough to take care of both of us. What we need is a divorce. Pronto. I’ll even pay the son of a bitch off if necessary.”

“You won’t have to do that, but I’ll need another opinion on just what the options are. I’m in business law, not family law. But one of my classmates school is the top family law guy in town. I’ll call him and get back to you, you old home wrecker.”

By that night, we had Shannon moved in. We were tired but extremely happy. Shannon had done as she’d said she would. She’d left her rings and her keys in the apartment and gotten the super to lock the place. I decided that we were much too tired to cook, so we went out.

We went to one of my favourite little restaurants -- Provence. It’s fairly expensive but well worth it. I’m afraid that we spent as much time looking at each other and holding hands as we did eating. We finished our meal and strolled home.

We went into the house and hung up our coats. As I turned away from the coat rack, I was almost knocked down as Shannon suddenly rushed into my arms. “Mike, I’m so goddam happy! I feel like you’ve saved me. How the hell can you be so wonderful? What did I do to deserve you?”

“Well, I can think of a few things,” I said.

Shannon gave me a little light punch to the cheek. “Get your mind out of the gutter, you dirty old man. I’m serious.”

“So am I, my little love. So am I.”

I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down.

“Mike, what the hell are you doing?”

“Grab me, will you, you forward little minx! Now you’re going to get what you deserve.” I grinned at her. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

I removed her pants and took her right there, on the floor in the hallway.

“Mike, you’re raping me! Please don’t stop.”

Eventually I did stop, and we made our way upstairs. We got ready for bed. Shannon kissed me and laid her head on my chest.

“You are a rapist, you know. But you’re my rapist. Just don’t think of attacking anyone else.”

The next morning we went to work. I suspect that it may have turned a few heads when we came in together, but everyone knew that we’d been working together on a project. I supposed it was reasonable to assume that we might have met for breakfast, as indeed we had. In our kitchen.

Shannon went to her office and I to mine. We’d promised to meet for lunch, but when I got to the office there was a message waiting for me. It was from the president of the company. He requested my presence at lunch that afternoon. I called Shannon and told her what had happened.

“Gosh, I wonder what he wants,” she said, “the last time that he took someone out to lunch the security goons cleaned out their office while they were gone. I sure hope you’re not going to get fired.”

I grinned. “No chance. He probably just wants to be briefed on the new software. He’ll have to make a report to the board soon, and he’ll want to sound like he knows what he’s talking about.”

At noon, I showed up at the president’s office. His secretary took me into his office. I was taken aback. The chairman of the board was sitting on the chesterfield. Both Guy Lapointe, the president, and Henri “Hank” Poirier, the chairman, stood and shook my hand. At our company, everyone is on a first-name basis. But don’t let that fool you. There’s a real pecking order in spite of the seeming informality.

Guy said, “Mike, Hank, we’d better go. I have a reservation at Fenice, and you know that Luigi likes people to be prompt.”

Luigi was the maitre d’ at Fenice. He ran a tight ship, and people were willing to put up with his seeming crankiness because of the incredible food and service. We arrived at Fenice, and Luigi showed us to our table.

We made small talk over a round of drinks. After we’d placed our order, Hank turned to me.

“Mike, I’ll get right to the point. You may have heard that Joe Barnes is leaving the company. He has a great job offer in the States.”

I had heard something about that. Joe was the vice-president for development. He was a first-class engineer and a decent enough guy. I’d be sorry to see him go. Hank continued.

“As I said, I’ll get right to the point. Joe’s departure leaves a vice-presidency vacant. Would you be interested in the job?”

I was speechless. Is the Pope Polish? Of course I’d be interested, and I managed to stammer out some words to that effect. Hank had more to say.

“I’m glad. Guy and I think you’ll make a terrific vice president. Joe’s resignation technically took place at the end of the year, but he’s offered to stay on for a while to show you the ropes. As of now, you’re vice president of development. Let’s drink to that.”

I needed a drink. Boy, did I need a drink. I couldn’t believe it. A new year that brought a fantastic new woman and a great new job. I had to have an ass full of horseshoes.

After our toast, Hank said, “There’s more. You probably know that I’m looking forward to retirement in a year or so. It seems reasonable to assume that Guy will succeed me as chair. There’s certainly no one more qualified. That will leave the presidency open. As you know, it’s our policy to promote from within whenever possible. Anytime we’ve used a headhunter the result has been a disaster.” 

Both Hank and Guy were grinning at me. I’m sure that I looked like a prize idiot sitting there with me mouth open. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Guy said, “Damned right, and this isn’t a snap decision. This old bastard and I have been talking about it for a long time, ever since Joe decided to leave. I thought that Joe would take over my job, and that you’d take over from Joe. His leaving has moved things ahead a bit. We think that, unless you fuck up royally between now and then, which, by the way, I consider highly unlikely, that you’re now the obvious choice to run the company. You sure as hell know our business, and you’ve shown that you’re excellent in working with people. Of course, you don’t have to make up your mind yet. We just wanted to be sure that you were thinking of it.”

Son of a bitch. All I could think of was how soon I could break it to Shannon. That and another drink. Mercifully, Hank ordered another drink.

During lunch, the two of them briefed me on some of the pending company business. Just after we finished our main course, my cell phone rang. The call display showed Shannon’s office number. I excused myself saying that I really had to take the call.

Shannon sounded out of breath. “Mike, what the hell is going on? I was joking before, but there’s a whole gang of guys here cleaning out your office. I asked one of them what’s going on. He said that you’re moving down the hall. You haven’t been fired, have you?”

I grinned into the phone. “Baby, are you sitting down?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You might not know this, but you’re shacked up with the vice president of development of Radius Software, Inc.”

“Do you mean...”

“Yeah, and there’s more. Do me a favour and make us a supper reservation at Scaramouche. We’re going to celebrate tonight. Big time.”

I went back to the table. Both guys were grinning at me. Guy said, “I guess Shannon was pretty freaked when she saw them moving your office, eh?”

“What the...”

“Oh come on. It’s been obvious to everyone but you and Shannon what was happening. When you two came back to work today making goo-goo eyes at each other, I collected on the pool. The whole management team was betting on how long it would take you two to get together. I won. New Year’s Eve, right?”

I nodded, speechless.

“I knew it. She’s a great girl, and her husband is a real asshole. My brother is his manager at Daytronics. I’ll bet that Shannon thinks Don is out of town at some sales convention or something.”

Again I nodded.

“Hell no. He’s shacked up at the 4 Seasons with a bimbo. She looks like a pro, but I think she’s actually a secretary or something. Here are some pictures.”

He threw them on the table. I assumed the guy in the shots was Don. He looked like a college jock who’d gone to flab. He was sitting in a restaurant, and there was a cheap-looking blonde all over him.

“How did you...”

“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. The pictures are dated and certified. Give them to Howie Goldfarb with my compliments.”

I was astounded and also a bit pissed off. Was my private life common knowledge to all these people? How about Shannon’s privacy? If anyone else had seen these pictures...

Hank spoke this time. He seemed to be reading my mind. “Mike, believe me, no one but the people at this table has seen the pictures. And Guy was joking about the betting pool. There is no pool. Jacques Laroche, the head of marketing, just happened to be at the 4 Seasons restaurant the other day. He’d met Don at a party and recognized him. Jacques really likes Shannon, as does everyone who’s worked with her. At least that’s what I’ve heard, although I never had the pleasure. Anyway, it was Jacques’ wife’s birthday, so he had his camera along. He took pictures of Betty and the family and snuck in a few of lover-boy and the bimbo. Jacques and Betty are prepared to testify to that effect if need be. The manager of the hotel will also testify that Mr. and Mrs. Donald Peters were booked into the hotel all last week.”

“Jesus, guys, I’m really grateful. Shannon and I owe a lot to you. And to Jacques, of course. You two are the best. It will be great to work closely with you.”

We’d have a lot to celebrate that night.

Guy said, “Actually, Joe Barnes is out of town until next week, so he can’t work with you on the transition until then. Why don't you and Shannon take the rest of the week off? But I warn you, you’ve got to hit the ground running next Monday.”

When we returned to the office, we went to the upper-management area. On the door of the office next to Guy’s, there was a shiny new nameplate on the door. It read, “Michael Johnson, Vice President, Development.” A whole group of the staff were gathered in the reception area. They all applauded. Shannon grabbed me in a bear hug. She kissed me, and they applauded louder.

Shannon and I went home on a cloud that night. We got into our glad rags and headed for Scaramouche, which I’ve always felt is one of the best restaurants in the world. Shannon had never been there. She absolutely loved it. I vowed to myself to take her there at least once a week from now on. I have to give myself some credit on living up to that vow. I haven’t missed too many weeks in the years since.

That night we wined and dined and finished off the evening with a bottle of bubbly at home. It was the bottle that I’d originally meant for New Year’s Eve. I got out the Waterford crystal and lit the fireplace. I poured the Veuve Clicquot and presented Shannon with her glass. I’d waited until this moment to introduce the subject of the incriminating pictures.

“First, I’d like to toast our life together. May we have many wonderful years to come.”

We clinked glasses and drank.

“Now, another toast. Confusion to our enemies.”

I took the pictures from my breast pocket and put them on the coffee table. Shannon’s eyes got very big.

“Christ! Who the hell is that with Don? Where are they? When was this? Who took these pictures?”

“Darling, take a deep breath. First of all, the bimbo with Don is a receptionist or something at his company. Second, they were at the 4 Seasons Hotel here in town. That’s where he was when he left you the message that he’d be out of town for the next week. The pictures were taken by your boss Jacques. He’d booked a table at the 4 Seasons for his wife’s birthday and recognized lover boy, here. Now, I have a question for you. Do you know what this means? I don't mean the fact that ass wipe here has been lying to you and cheating on you for a long time. I mean do you know what this means to us?”

For a minute she looked as though she might cry. Then, she slowly began to smile. “It means...”

“Yes, it means that Don will never bother us. He’s toast. My lawyer, Howie, says that you don’t ever need to see him again. You’ll get your divorce quickly, and then...”

Shannon smiled at me. It was as though the sun had come out and the world was beautiful and new. Her smile had that kind of power.




Shannon



“And then we can...”

“Yes, my little love. And then we can be married, if that’s what you want.”

For the second time in 24 hours I found myself attacked by a tiny ball of fire. Shannon literally bowled me over. Luckily, I saw her coming in time to put my glass safely on the table. Waterford champagne flutes are expensive and hard to find. 

When she finally stopped kissing me and let me get my breath, I said, “Does that mean ‘Yes’?”

“Yes!” (Kiss) “Yes!” (Kiss) “Yes!” (Incredibly long and passionate kiss)

Well, that was a few years ago now. Three, to be exact. Shannon was able to get an uncontested divorce from Don. It all happened rather quickly. It turned out that Don hadn’t been particularly careful. Nor was he all that well liked. There were many people in his company who were willing and even anxious to testify in court about  his dalliances. Fortunately, it never came to that. When he was confronted by the evidence, he folded like a cheap suitcase. Guy’s brother, who was Don’s boss, got him the hell out of his company and out of town. We have no idea where Don is and don’t care.

Shannon and I were married a month after her divorce became final. We honeymooned in Paris. I became president of Radius last year. Shannon quit her job and started her own marketing company. She’s likely to make more money than I do in a couple of years.

Soon after we were married, Shannon went off the pill. A year later, Kimberley was born. This Christmas, I got a special present. Shannon’s pregnant again. We’re hoping for a boy this time.

My family, Shannon and Kimberley, are the best things that ever happened to me. Shannon and I still have the world’s best relationship. We get along incredibly well. We’ve never had a serious argument, and the sex is, in a word, “awesome.”

Oh yes, Shannon finally has her rabbits. There’s a hutch in the back garden. It’s beautifully designed. She’s won a number of prizes at shows (yes, there are rabbit shows!), and Kimberley loves the “wabbits.” She has a pet wabbit who sleeps in a cage in her room.

I hate to sound smug, but I honestly cannot imagine anything about my life that I’d want to change. Some guys have all the luck. I just never thought I’d be one of them.



Shannon



"My wife would kill me if she knew we were doing this." I smiled.

"Yeah, she probably would." Shannon replied as she nibbled on my left earlobe while massaging my aching cock and heavy balls through my khakis.

"Of course, it would be completely worth it." I said as lifted her off of the floor by her ass, kissing her passionately as she wrapped her legs around me.

Shannon broke the kiss and panted, "You are such a dirty boy!"

My cock became instantly hard. "I guess you better clean me up then."

I carried Shannon to her bathroom. We were still kissing each other with an ever-increasing passion, Shannon also started grinding onto my throbbing manhood, making both of us moan with lust. When we got to the bathroom, I finally let Shannon down so she could turn on the water for our shower. When she turned around and bent over, I couldn't help myself and got on my knees behind her and pulled her skirt up over her luscious hips, pulled her very wet panties down to her ankles, put a hand on each cheek and reveled in her scent before completely devouring her pussy from behind.

"Hey! What are- OH!" Shannon had to brace herself when her knees tried to buckle from the pleasure she was receiving from my expert tongue.

I had spread Shannon's cheeks wide open, exposing her pretty, puckered anus and spreading her outer lips for easier access to her erect clitoris, inner vaginal lips and love canal. I started by teasing her clit with light, butterfly strokes of my tongue followed by long, slow licks along the whole of her womanhood. Then I would ream her opening and insert all three inches, tongue-fucking her for a few strokes. Next, I took her engorged clitoris into my mouth so I could nibble and suck on it. Shannon was panting and moaning appreciatively. I repeated my treatment of her and after a few short minutes, Shannon started bucking against my face. I wet a finger in her drenched pussy and inserted it into her ass up to the second knuckle at the same moment I sucked her clit into my mouth. Shannon exploded, sending a massive load of her girl-come all over my face. I swallowed as much of the intoxicating liquid as I could.

Shannon had turned around so she could sit on the edge of her tub while she regained her land-legs, "I love the way you eat my pussy."

"I love that you let me." I replied with a big smile. "You are positively delicious, by the way."

Shannon leaned over and licked the rest of her love juices from my face. "I am, aren't I?" She laughed.

We then started undressing each other as the steam fogged up the mirror. When Shannon pulled down my pants, my cock was straining against the fabric of my boxers. There was a large circle around the head of my cock from leaking precum. Shannon got on her knees before me and licked at the wet spot.

"You taste so good."

"I'm so very glad that you approve."

Shannon started nibbling along the shaft of my cock through my boxers to the base. When she reached the base, she kept going down to my balls, attempting to take each one into her mouth and tonguing my sack through my boxers, causing me to ooze more precum. Shannon then put her fingers in the waste band of my boxers and slowly released my cock from its cloth prison. It bounced proudly in front of her face at full attention a thick eight and a half inches with protruding veins, the tip wet and still leaking precum. With a look of pure animal lust, Shannon took my head into her mouth and sucked me slowly to the opening of her throat. She released me and took the head of my cock back into her mouth and started chewing lightly on the tip. Shannon then started jacking my cock with her right hand and massaging my large balls with her left all while sucking on the top three inches of my cock. Every so often, Shannon would pop my cock out of her mouth and either slap it against her tongue or rub it all over her face. I felt my come start to boil up in my balls, preparing for release. Shannon noticed this too and started to slowly take me all the way into her throat. Once she bottomed out on my cock, she began playing with my balls again and I completely lost it. My first shot of come went straight down her throat. Shannon pulled off of me and jerked the rest of my come into her mouth, onto her out-stretched tongue and all over her pretty face.

With a huge smile, she stood up and kissed me deeply. We swapped my come back and forth for a little bit until Shannon swallowed it all, and then got in the shower with me following close behind her. We both washed our own faces and hair, but then we turned our attentions on each other after that. We joined in a passionate embrace, kissing deeply as we soaped each other's bodies, taking extra time on those 'special areas' that are so much fun to wash and have washed. Shannon's nipples stuck out like long pencil erasers and were just as firm and rubbery as I massaged her ample breasts. Shannon brought my deflated cock back to full glory as she thoroughly washed it with her expert hands.

I couldn't take anymore of her loving attentions and I once again picked her up by her ass and planted her against the shower wall and shoved my soapy cock all the way into her ready and willing pussy. We both let out an excited moan as my cock fully buried itself inside her.

"Fuck me, Jeff!"

I pulled slowly out until just the tip of my head remained inside and slammed full force all the way back in. Shannon let out a loud yelp.

"Jeff, stop fucking around. Fuck me!"

I pulled out again, ever so slowly. All the way out until just the tip was left again. Then, I took a very long time entering Shannon very slowly. Shannon almost went crazy.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Shannon emphasized each of her following words by squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles, "Fuck. Me. NOW!!"

I pulled out quickly and slammed back in as hard and as fast as I could. Shannon screamed her surprise.

"Is this what you want?" I asked. I pulled out and slammed into her again, causing Shannon to cry out again. "Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast?"

Shannon ground her flaming pussy on my cock, squeezing me in the vice grip of her vaginal muscles, whimpering and biting her lip; Shannon nodded.

I leaned back for better leverage and began pounding into her as though it would be the last thing that I would ever do. I had my arms under Shannon's sexy legs at the knees and had her firm ass in my hands; I was using long, powerful strokes that made Shannon's breasts bounce wildly. Shannon had dug her nails into my shoulders and was shouting wantonly at the top of her lungs. I was pumping into Shannon's sweet snatch for all I was worth and grunting like a caveman. If anyone was in the next room, it probably would have sounded like the wall was going to cave in.

I felt another powerful orgasm approaching, so I changed my thrusts from quick ins-and-outs to slam in and hold, pull out and slam in again. I did this about ten times and on the final thrust; I felt Shannon's walls begin to quiver signaling her impending release. She bit her lip and pulled me in close. My cock was still buried to the hilt in Shannon's pussy and we came together, our juices mixing and spilling out onto my balls and down my legs. I gently kissed Shannon's forehead when I came back to Earth and we shared several sweet kisses before the water turned cold, shocking us both and bringing us back to reality.

Laughing like teenagers, we quickly got out of the shower and dressed and Shannon rushed me out of the door.

"See you tomorrow?" I asked before I kissed her goodnight.

"We'll see." She replied as always with that sexy smirk of hers.

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I met Shannon at work. I know you're not supposed to get into relationships with people from work for a myriad of good reasons, but MY GOD was she beautiful! Perfectly proportioned, silky auburn hair, radiant skin, wonderful smile, large breasts, and hips that just made me want to get all kinds of grabby. Also no matter what kind of mood she was in, Shannon always seemed to have this... I don't know... glow about her. Shannon also has a great sense of humor and a musical laugh that is very contagious.

We started out as causal work acquaintances until it was discovered that we both smoked, and we became smoke-buddies. The more we went out together, the more we got to know each other and we became fast friends. Shannon was just so easy to talk to and we flirted shamelessly. It was harmless, of course. I mean, after all, I'm married. I knew that Shannon was seeing someone, but she never really talked a great deal about who it was. I realized why one day when we were out for a cigarette and I was frustrated with one of our co-workers who just so happened to be openly gay.

**Author's note: I do not have a problem with homosexuality in the slightest. You don't have control over who your heart decides is the one for you, so as long as you're happy that's all that matters as far as I'm concerned.**

Anyway, I ended up calling him a 'fag' in my ranting.

"...blah, blah, blah. Rant, rant, rant. Whine. Complain. I can't stand him! ...fag."

Shannon looked moderately upset. "I didn't realize that you had a problem with gay people."

I looked at her, completely puzzled.

Shannon was visibly upset now, bordering on getting angry. "I'm BI! Does that bother you too?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I pleaded, "I don't have a problem!" I then explained to Shannon my views on sexuality and apologized for using such a vulgar word to describe our co-worker.

"Honestly, Shannon..." I said after a rare silent moment for us, "I think it's cool that you trust me enough to tell me about your lifestyle." I smiled a genuine smile.

"Well, it's not like it's a big secret or anything." Shannon smiled back.

Once Shannon's orientation was revealed to me, we actually became closer. I say that not because I get turned on by that sort of thing, but I wasn't so self-conscious about the little things anymore. If we were out smoking and an attractive woman walked by, I could look, because I knew that Shannon was checking her out too. Also Shannon's revelation opened this door where before we could talk about anything, but now we could talk about everything. I'm not going to lie; I was falling for this woman. Hard.

We took that next step at the holiday luncheon our department had the week before Christmas. The whole department was having a great time, we were all joking and laughing and some of them had even gotten a little tipsy. After a huge lunch, our boss decided that we had done enough work for the day and that we should all go home. Shannon and I had driven over together, so when we got back to my car I looked at Shannon and said, "Sorry honey, but I'm taking you home. You're in no shape to drive." Shannon reluctantly agreed and we left the restaurant talking about the luncheon and laughing.

While sitting at a red light, Shannon looked at me and out of the blue said: "You're such a good friend. I love you."

I blushed, "Thanks Shan, I love you too."

Shannon leaned over in the seat, put her head on my shoulder and patted my right thigh. "You're such nice guy, and cute." She kissed my cheek and put her head back on my shoulder.

My face felt like it was on fire and I hadn't even had anything to drink. "Well thank you! You're not so bad yourself." I patted her hand that was on my thigh, "Also, you are CRAZY beautiful. I just thought you should know." I smiled and kissed her forehead as the light turned green.

Shannon's head remained on my shoulder and I was enjoying the attention. Then I felt her hand slowly move up my thigh. "Shannon? Whatchyadoin'?"

"Shh... Just enjoy it." Shannon whispered into my ear. I could actually hear her cat-like grin as she fondled my semi-erect member. "Well, well, well! What do we have HERE? You're wife must be happy, huh?"

"Well..." I tried to be humble but failed miserably, "...yeah."

"It's still getting bigger!" Shannon purred as she continued to massage my growing cock through my pants.

"It's only about half-mast, sweetie, you still got a ways to go."

Shannon then unzipped my fly and pulled out my almost-fully-erect cock and started sucking it, completely oblivious to her surroundings. When it was fully erect, Shannon pulled off and stroked it, admiring its girth and protruding veins. Shannon looked me dead in the eye: "I need this cock, Jeff. You have to fuck me."

I pulled into her driveway and turned off the ignition. Shannon was looking at me like a lioness eyeing up a zebra, biting her lip in that way she does that drives me wild. "Are you coming?" she asked.

"Not for a while." I smiled.

Shannon jumped out of my car and ran for her door. When she opened it, she turned around and shouted, "You can't get me!" and bolted inside.

I took off after her, following the trail of clothes she left in her wake taking my own off as I went. I found her in her bedroom, the both of us completely naked and taking ragged breaths. Shannon handed me a condom and asked, "Are you ready for me?"

I put it on and stared deep into her chocolate brown eyes, "Are you ready for me?"

We tackled each other onto her bed and fucked like wild animals. Missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggie, side-saddle, 69, on the bed, on her dresser, in the living room, in the hall, the kitchen, and the bathroom; it was all a blur. There were no words, just moans and grunts and pants and shouts. It was the most vigorous and incredible sex I've ever had. After we had finally fucked ourselves silly and we crashed on the bed, Shannon lying beside me with her head on my chest and her arm draped over my stomach; I wondered to myself (and not for the first time), 'Why couldn't I have met you sooner?'

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Shortly after I left her, Shannon was entertaining another guest.

"mmm... He was here again, wasn't he?"

Shannon was panting feverishly as she was the subject of a second expert tongue-lashing in as many hours. "...unh, unh, UNH... Oh GOD! Yes he was, and he absolutely fucked me silly!"

"His come tastes so good coming out of your pussy. I love how both of your juices taste together. It would be so hot to suck his juices out of you right after he fills you up!"

Shannon was writhing uncontrollably under the expert tongue of her girlfriend, images of the three of them together on the bed. Shannon imagined lying on top of her girlfriend in a 69 position while Jeff fucked her from behind with his massive cock, his hands gripping her taut ass cheeks as her girlfriend licked and sucked on her clit from below while Shannon herself buried her face in her female lover's sweet-smelling snatch. After an athletic fuck, Jeff would empty his heavy balls into Shannon's willing womb and her girlfriend would then happily suck Jeff's seed back out. 

Shannon exploded into orgasm all over her lover's face. She had lost control of her body and was spasming wildly as she rode the super-heated waves of passion. Shannon's girlfriend held onto Shannon's hips and continued playing with her clit as Shannon's climax finally subsided and she fell asleep. Shannon's girlfriend looked at her contented lover, covered her up, got dressed, wrote a quick note and left for home.

The note read: If your imagination could do that to you, imagine how the real thing would be. We should definitely make this happen! -Me

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When I got home from Shannon's I was greeted by a note on the fridge. My wife, Amber, said that she had some errands to run, that she would be home later, and that I would have to fend for myself for dinner as she was going to eat while she was out.

I went to the bedroom and got changed into a white A-shirt and my dark green baggy shorts. I made a ham and cheese and ate it over the sink and then puttered around the house, straightening up before Amber came home. I was sitting on the couch, reading a book when I heard Amber's keys in the door. I could tell that she was excited by the way she opened the door, I just didn't know how much so until she jumped and straddled me on the couch, staring and smiling her wicked smile. Before I could open my mouth, I could actually smell her excitement, "Did you have a good time?" I asked as I caressed her thighs and hips.

We wasted no time getting started; we were kissing passionately there on the couch. Amber was wearing a loose-fitting sweat suit with only a sports bra underneath as Amber was not in the habit of wearing underwear. I pulled her top and bra off as she pulled off my A-shirt and we held each other close enjoying the feeling of the other's skin on our own in a kiss full of fiery passion; Amber's snowy-white skin, usually a sharp contrast to my light brown, was flushed with her excitement. Amber and I were grinding together on the couch, Amber on top of me grinding in the cowgirl position pushing my face into her firm breasts as I nibbled and licked and sucked at her very sensitive nipples, my hands inside her pants squeezing and pulling apart her sculpted ass cheeks and playing with the puckered rim of her anus with the tips of my index fingers.

Amber broke from our embrace to play with my nipples. I pulled her hair back so I could see her angelic face, "I love you, Amber."

"I love you too, baby." Amber said while switching nipples, "You know what else I love?"

I inserted the tip of my right index finger into Amber's incredibly tight asshole. "Tell me."

Amber emphasized her next statement by grinding especially hard and slow along the length of my shaft, "I love this fucking cock. It's so nice and big and hard! I get wet just thinking about it, you have to fuck me with it right now!"

Amber lifted herself off of me and pulled her bottoms off and then got on her knees between my legs and pulled mine off too. She took my throbbing manhood into her mouth to get it sufficiently wet. Once Amber was satisfied with her handiwork, she climbed back on top of me and after lining me up with her opening, impaled her deliciously tight pussy onto me causing the both of us to gasp and moan in intense pleasure.

I continued to play with Amber's puckered rosebud as she adjusted herself to accommodate my girth, working my finger in to the second knuckle. It's funny to me that with as long as we've been together, and making love or fucking each other's brains out at least once every other day, Amber is still so remarkably tight. It's like having a virgin without the mess of breaking the hymen every time we have sex. Amber let me know that she was ready when she dug her nails into the back of my neck and started lifting herself and slamming back down on to me like she'd never be able to again.

"Ay Mami! Your pussy is so hot and wet and gripping my cock so fucking TIGHT!" I growled into my wife's left breast.

"Oh Papi!" Amber cried. "Papi your dick is so hard and big! You're tearing Mami's hot little pussy in two!" She screamed as she bottomed-out on my cock and rubbed her clit rocketing her into her first orgasm.

I continued to finger Amber's asshole as she came down from her orgasm. She lifted her head off of my chest, kissed me on the lips, and asked, "You want to try something new?"

The last time Amber suggested we try something new; it was to start anal play. I didn't get to fuck her in the ass, but I was finally able to ream her asshole and finger it, much to Amber's delight. So naturally I was VERY interested in trying something new. Amber got off of me and led me over to the center of the living room floor using my still fully-erect cock as a leash and had me lay down on my back on the floor. Amber straddled my head and lowered herself to sit on my face. I love to eat pussy so I was looking forward to the change of venue. Instead of sitting on my face, however, Amber sat on my chest and after a subtle adjustment, offered her ass for me to eat. I happily obliged my wife who was lying on top of me, her back on my stomach. I heard her rummaging in her purse and pull something out, but I was too involved in what I was doing to worry about it. Amber sat up again and after a couple of seconds I saw the series of flashes and heard the digital click of her camera. My wife just took a picture of me eating her ass! I didn't think it was possible, but I became even harder at that. I felt Amber lay back down on me and then I felt her stroking my cock. I hummed my appreciation into her ass and slid my tongue into her sphincter. Amber gasped and swallowed half of my cock and started sucking me off to a huge ball-emptying orgasm. I saw several more flashes and heard several more clicks. My god! She was taking pictures of her sucking my cock! I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer, so I lifted Amber's legs, shoved the index and middle fingers of both of my hands into her soaking pussy at the same moment I shoved as much of my tongue into her perfect ass, I thrust my cock into my wife's expert mouth and unleashed a huge load. The kinkiness of it all must have gotten to Amber too, because as soon as I started cumming she did too; completely covering my face with her juices.




Shannon



We lay like that for several minutes regaining our composure, enjoying the afterglow.  Suddenly, Amber got up grabbed up her camera and a few other things and shoved them into her purse. I looked at her, puzzled. Amber assured me that I would find out soon enough and jumped in the shower. I followed her in and after washing her hair; we washed each other's bodies and made slow, sweet passionate love in the shower. Afterwards, I massaged some lotion into her feet and legs; brushed her hair, and we climbed into bed together where my sweet, loving wife fell asleep cuddled up next to me with her head on my chest almost immediately. I kissed the top of her head and told her sleeping form that I loved her and drifted off to sleep myself.

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The next morning at work, I smiled as I saw Shannon walking up the hallway. I waved to her and went back to my desk. When Shannon got to my desk, my back was to her.

"Hey Jeff, what's up?" she asked.

I turned around, "Happy Birthday, Shan! Here are some pretty flowers for a pretty lady."

Shannon turned bright red and thanked me profusely and gave me a chaste hug. Other coworkers of ours had wished Shannon a happy birthday too and before Shannon left to back to her office, my phone rang.

"Is that your wife?" Shannon asked.

I checked the caller id and told her it was.

"Let me talk to her!" She lunged for the phone, "Jeff Carabello's phone, this is Shannon. Can I help you?" I shut my office door and walked behind Shannon, putting my hands on her hips and pressing my semi-erect cock against her ass. "... Oh HI Amber!!" Shannon leaned back against me, "... Yeah, he's right here. He couldn't answer the phone because he's got something ...pressing... that needs his immediate attention." Shannon took my left hand and put it on her breast. I tweaked her nipple to full attention, continuing to grind against her. "Listen, I hadn't had a chance to ask Jeff yet because I just walked in, but it's my birthday today and- ... well thank you! Anyway, I'm having a few people come over and I would like for the two of you to come." I almost choked. "I'm not going to take no for an answer... great! 8 o'clock, I'll give Jeff directions, see you then! ... What? Oh, you don't need to bring anything! ... Well if you insist, why don't you bring something we can watch? Alright? I'll see you then. Bye-bye."

"Umm... what just happened?" I asked Shannon as she turned around to face me, putting her hands on my waist.

"I invited you and Amber over to my place for my birthday." She smiled, kissed me on the cheek, thanked me for the flowers and went to her own office.

That night, on our way over to Shannon's, I had asked Amber what she brought to watch. She told me it was a surprise, but that she knew that I would like it, so stop worrying we're going to be late. Shannon greeted us at the door when we arrived wearing a string of pearls and a lightly-colored sun dress similar to what Amber had chosen to wear. To see my wife and mistress together and the contrasts and similarities between them both was mind-blowing. Beautiful and petite Amber with her perfect breasts and firm, shapely ass and legs, long dark-brown hair, porcelain skin, full lips and glasses standing across from Shannon. Also beautiful, but tall, Shannon also had perfect breasts for her frame, and an impeccable set of hips and ass. Shannon had gotten her medium-length auburn hair cut short after work and had blonde highlights put in. I loved it. Shannon's skin was a deep bronze from tanning. The two most important women in my life and they were both absolutely stunning. I had to adjust myself while they hugged so as not to give myself away.

We went inside and found that Shannon's house was lit up with candles and that only three places were set at the dinner table with a bottle of wine chilling in ice next to the head seat.

Shannon turned to face Amber and I, "I'm almost done getting dinner ready. Amber, would it be okay if I stole you for a minute to help me out?" Amber agreed. I asked if there was anything that they would like for me to do. Amber suggested I start the movie and to pour us all a glass of wine.

I rummaged around Amber's purse for a few seconds, listening to the girls giggling in the kitchen wondering what could possibly be so funny, until I found the DVD. It was a blank disc, but it was the only one in there so I put it on and turned to pour the wine. Judging by the sounds coming from the kitchen, Shannon was mumbling something and Amber was having trouble finding something in one of the cabinets. I called in to them to see if everything was alright in there. Amber shouted yes a little louder than necessary and then they both giggled, making me wonder again just what the hell was so funny. After I had filled our glasses, I turned around to see just what Amber had brought for us to watch. Amber was on the screen. She had my cock in her mouth. I couldn't believe I was watching my own home-made porn in Shannon's house. I was speechless and paralyzed. I couldn't move to turn it off even if I wanted to. My wife looked so hot sucking my cock! I instantly became hard again as I watched her pinching her nipples while stroking my cock into her mouth and then I almost came watching Amber come on my face while I came down her throat. 'Holy shit! I can't believe she grabbed this one!' I thought to myself. 'I better get this off before they come out here!'

Before I could move, the scene changed and again, Amber was on screen and she was enjoying some expert oral ministrations. As I reached the DVD player, I wondered to myself how I didn't notice she was filming this time as well when Amber turned the camera to the head in between her legs. It was Shannon. She looked up and smiled her amazing smile before returning to the task at hand. The scene changed again and now it was Shannon being eaten by Amber. The sight of my wife's face buried in the snatch of my lover was too much for me. I pretty much ripped my clothes off and standing stark naked in Shannon's living room, started to stroke my ravenous cock which was profusely dripping precum.

The scene changed again. This time it was me and Shannon in the shower... -Wait a minute!... That's ME fucking Shannon in the shower! The scene changes again and there I am again, really giving it to Shannon. All I've got; my balls are slapping heavily against Shannon's ass, I'm holding her legs together and over one shoulder, I'm holding on to her breasts for leverage and I can tell that I'm about to come. As a matter of fact, I tell Shannon so on TV and she tells me to come inside her. I do. There's some editing done and I'm gone, but Shannon is still lying in bed, completely naked.

Shannon: Okay, he's gone. Amber: Did he come in you? Shannon: My god! It was like a hose going off in there, I thought it was going to come out of my nose! (Amber climbs in between Shannon's legs and hands the camera to Shannon) Amber: I want you to video tape me sucking my husband's come out of your pussy. (Amber starts licking and sucking Shannon and very quickly brings Shannon to another powerful orgasm)

At this point, I feel another hand on my cock. I was so startled that I shot a huge blast of come. It was then that I noticed that both Amber and Shannon were on their knees in front of me. Shannon had reached up and grabbed my cock, but the angle she grabbed it, made me blast Amber right in the eye. I was too far gone to be able to stop and I just kept coming and coming. Two shots on Shannon's chest, a shot on Amber's, and a shot for each of their faces. Once I had finished, they turned to each other and started cleaning my come off of one another. Even though I had just shot off one of the biggest loads in my life watching the two of them together in real life right in front of me, I was hard again almost immediately if I even went down at all.

Shannon and Amber looked at each other and then at me. "Bedroom." They said together. I was more than happy to oblige and had to stop myself from running to the bedroom. Once there, I turned and waited for them to join me. They both walked towards me; slowly, crossing their ankles as they stepped making their hips sway in an exaggerated manner. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life. Amber put her hands on my chest and kissed me on the lips. Amber then side-stepped out of Shannon's way and Shannon kissed me too. I tasted Amber's cum in her kiss. 'So THAT'S what they were doing in there.' I thought. Shannon then suddenly pushed me on to the bed and immediately straddled my face. I started working her clit, pussy and ass with my tongue and fingers like my very life depended on her appreciation of my ministrations. Amber had jumped on my cock and with little effort was able to take me full hilt on her energetic down-thrusts.

Shannon and Amber were facing each other on top of me and were kissing passionately. Amber reached over and started caressing Shannon's breasts, then Amber started to tweak, pinch, twist and pull at Shannon's erect nipples causing her to writhe and moan even more. It was all Shannon could do to continue concentrating on rubbing Amber's throbbing clitoris. I felt the first of many orgasms boiling up from my balls. At the very same moment, I felt the tell-tale shudder from Amber's vaginal walls, and with my finger completely buried in Shannon's ass and my tongue into her pussy as far as it would go, Shannon charged full-steam into an orgasm of her own. As the first wave of Shannon's orgasm drenched my face, I unleashed a huge load into my wife as she doused my balls with a load of her own. As our orgasms subsided, Shannon crawled over to Amber and sucked my come out of her dripping snatch and with a sultry smile, crawled over to me and snow-balled me my own come from my wife's cunt. My flaccid cock sprung back to full attention immediately.

"My turn!" Shannon said delightedly.

I picked Shannon off of the bed. Shannon's arms were wrapped around my neck, my arms were under her luscious legs and my hands cupped her perfect ass. I slowly lowered Shannon on to my raging manhood until she touched bottom. Then I lifted her up and slammed my cock into her pussy as hard as I could. Amber got on her knees in front of me and underneath Shannon and proceeded to massage Shannon's bouncing ass and lick and suck on my balls. Occasionally Amber would stop playing with my balls and ream Shannon's puckered ass hole. When Shannon came, it hit her like a lightning bolt; Amber had Shannon's ass cheeks in her little hands and Amber's tongue was darting around Shannon's rim was probing her rectal opening, I had hugged Shannon's body to me tight and slammed her down onto my cock and we erupted together. Shannon was beauty defined as she ground my cock through her second orgasm, her face was completely flushed, loose locks of her hair had stuck to her glistening brow, a completely satisfied smile curled her lips and as the last aftershock rippled through her, her body was covered in gooseflesh. I kissed her passionately and lay her back on her bed. Amber wasted no time sucking my fresh seed from our lover's love canal.

I was still hard after having come for the third time that evening and now I was standing behind my petite wife who was wantonly sucking Shannon's pussy for all she was worth. I stepped behind my wife and slipped my insatiable cock into her waiting quim. Amber squealed with delight into Shannon's mound which caused her to tremble slightly. I pulled out of Amber's velvety folds, got down on my knees, spread apart her exceptionally taut ass-cheeks and reamed her out. Amber was now moaning uncontrollably into Shannon's snatch and they both had a short but intense orgasm together. I stood up and slipped back into my wife's honey pot and Shannon reached over to her nightstand and pulled something out of the drawer. It was a strap-on dildo. Amber was very excited and helped Shannon put it on. Before lying back down on the bed, Shannon modeled it for me. It was HOT!

Shannon lay down and beckoned Amber to her with her finger. While I continued to thrust into my wife from behind, Amber started deep-throating Shannon's plastic phallus. After a few minutes of this, Amber pulled off of my cock and straddled Shannon. I helped line them up and then while stroking a massive hard-on, I watched my lover Shannon fuck my wife Amber. I was in heaven. I moved to come around to their mouths hoping to get some attention.

"What the fuck *uh* do you *uh* think *uh* you're doing?" Amber asked me between Shannon's thrusts. "Get back there and fuck my ass!"

This was a first! I've always wanted to fuck my wife's perfect ass but because of my above average size and her petite body, she was always reticent to try it. The day just kept getting better! I decided to lube my cock up in Shannon's pussy for a few strokes before slowly entering Amber's impossibly tight rectum. Even after all the anal play that evening, it still took me at least five minutes to fully work my 8.5" cock all the way in. Shannon continued pumping into Amber's pussy to help Amber relax and eventually Amber told us that she was ready. Shannon and I pulled out to the tip and then together slammed our respective pieces into Amber's willing holes to the hilt. Amber screamed out in total ecstasy, begging for more. Shannon and I were only too happy to oblige and together we fucked my wife senseless. Amber's ass was on fire and I was having some real difficulty holding back my impending orgasm.

"Amber, I'm going to come in your ass baby. Are you going to come for Papi?"

Amber couldn't form any real words, but moaned some kind of assent.

"Is Mami going to come all over Shannon's cock for Papi? Shannon, do you want Amber to come all over your cock like she comes all over her Papi's big, fat cock? Just like YOU come all over Papi's hard cock?"

Shannon looked into Amber's eyes, "You're gonna love this baby!"

Shannon reached down between her and Amber and turned on the vibe in the dildo. Amber literally EXPLODED in orgasm triggering my own and as I filled Amber's quaking rectum with my sperm, Amber's petite body was shaking uncontrollably racked by the biggest orgasm her tiny frame had ever experienced. As the aftershocks of Amber's might orgasm subsided, I fingered and licked Shannon's pussy to one last orgasm. I collapsed between them on the bed, completely drained and lay thinking about the events of the day and burning all of the details into my memory. Just before sleep overtook me, I felt both my wife Amber and our lover Shannon cuddle up to me, laying their heads on my chest and holding hands on my stomach.

I have never felt so loved in all my life as I did in that moment. 



Shannon



As the storm raged outside, Shannon drew the duvet closer around her, snuggling down in its warmth. "The only thing better", thought Shannon, "would be if there was someone to wrap his arms around me." As she drifted back off to sleep, Shannon imagined a big bear hug: a warm, hard body behind her, holding her, warming her.

She breathed him in, revelling in his manly scent, lips softly nuzzling at her neck.

Shannon shifted in her sleep, the arms wrapped tightly around her. As she turned and rolled onto her stomach, Shannon felt her arms tingle - as if someone was gently stroking the soft skin. She brought her arms down to her side and shifted her head more comfortably into the pillow. Shannon floated into a deep sleep.

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The sun shone gently through the window, and Shannon slowly opened her eyes. She knew she had a little time before her alarm went off, and she closed her eyes again, before turning to find a cool spot on the pillow.

Shannon's eyes shot open.

She couldn't move. Her arms were pulled relatively loosely behind her back, but she couldn't escape the binds. Her legs were spread open, though not uncomfortably so, and her ankles were tied with silks firmly to the corners of the bed. She found she could move her head, and did so, only to be met with a deep kiss. Her eyes involuntarily closed, and before she could react, Shannon felt a blindfold being placed over her eyes.

"Please.... Don't hurt me..." Shannon cried.

Shannon didn't get a reply. Instead she felt her captor straddle her lower back, and kiss the back of her neck softly. Shannon felt chills down her spine. 

Suddenly, the tension in her arms dropped as the chain binding her wrists was unclipped. Shannon felt a length of silk wrapping around her wrist, and her arm being brought around and laid to rest above her head. The same was done to the other arm, and the 2 were tied together, much tighter this time.

He kissed her neck again, this time taking his time, licking just below her ear, and almost to her collarbone. He began to nibble gently on her ear lobe, causing Shannon to moan softly. 

"How can I be responding to him - he has tied me up and blindfolded me - he might be preparing to kill me - and I am moaning to him!!" Shannon, disgusted with herself, tried to pull her neck away from his almost tender touch, but found herself just baring the other side of her neck to him. He responded to this new flesh by biting firmly at the crease where he neck met her shoulder. Shannon shivered under his weight. 

Suddenly, Shannon felt his weight lift off the bed: he was no longer straddling her. She patiently waited for her bounds to be untied, but it didn't come. Shannon pushed her head into the pillow, trying to twist her blindfold off; she told herself it wasn't to see where he had gone, but to see if she was safe. 

She soon became distracted, however, by a faint tingle on her lower legs. Trying to decipher what he was doing to her, she wriggled in her ties. She felt the tingles travel up her legs, slowly teasing, prickling her skin. He alternated between her legs, applying more pressure, then less, keeping her guessing. She knew now it was a tiny crop of feathers. Her skin felt on fire, and she moaned softly into the pillow again. Shannon didn't know it, but her captor smiled. 

The torture continued, seemingly with no end in sight for Shannon. He began to kiss the back of her legs, combining the light touch of the feather with warm, wet licks and kisses. Shannon began to relax and moaned again into the pillow - knowing where his caresses were leading to, and wanting it. Her captor noticed Shannon trying to open her legs a little more and decided to see how far he could push her.

He placed the feather onto the bed and slowly freed the silk tying one of her legs to the bed frame. Shannon immediately lifted her head to try and work out what he was doing, if he was untying her. He wasn't. He lifted her leg up and stretched it out a little more, pulling her right to the edge of the bed, retying her firmly. He repeated the process on her other leg, so she was spread as wide as she could be for him. Shannon felt a little less comfortable, but assumed he would carry on with his soft ministrations on her; she even raised her ass up to him a little.

Suddenly Shannon felt his weight on the bed again, but this time he didn't straddle her. She felt his whole body on top of hers: his legs stretched out over hers and his arms reach up over her head and grasping her hands. Shannon could feel his bare skin against hers and she lifted her head up to rest into his neck. They lay like this for a while, one of his hands holding onto her wrists, and the other softly stroking the curve of her side. Shannon nuzzled against his neck a little closer and purred softly. 

Very slowly he began to move against her, and she could feel his cock hardening between her legs, slipping against the warm wet folds of her. He began again to lightly kiss her neck, and to softly stroke her wrists with his thumbs as he held on to her. 

In his mind he willed her to say it. He knew she wanted this, but she had to be say it out loud. She had to say that she wanted him inside her, needed him.

He pressed against her a little more urgently, feeling her arousal and hearing her moan. Her captor sucked on her earlobe, proving his passion, his desire to be with her.

Her hips arched as much as they could against him. She moaned loudly into the pillow, baring her neck even more to him, wanting to feel his touch all over her body. 

He brought one of his hands down to her side - stroking up the soft skin from her thigh to her wrist, and back down again, his fingers resting on the side of her ass, squeezing firmly. 

"Please..." Shannon said breathlessly.

He pressed himself against her ass and worked his hips slowly up and down. Interlocking their fingers together and pushing himself up slightly on his toes, he bent his head down to her neck once more and bit her shoulder.

"Oh God.... Please....."

Slowly rocking against her body, not wanting to hurt her, but showing his passion, his arousal for her, his rock hard cock slipped inside of her.

"Yes, fuck me, please... fuck me."

That was all he needed. He pushed slowly, but steadily inside her hot cunt, feeling the warmth and wetness coat him. He groaned into her neck. When his full length was buried deep inside her, she turned her head towards him and they kissed passionately, their bodies not moving. 

He pulled out of her just as slowly, savouring the feeling of her, and began again. Shannon started to moan softly, loving the feeling of fullness by him. This time he thrust a little quicker into her, and they began to find a slow but firm rhythm. His body so heavy on top of hers made it hard for her to push back against him, but as soon as she lifted her hips off the bed, one of his hands snaked round and flicked her clit. Shannon groaned deeply, her breathing becoming heavier.

"please..." Shannon said breathlessly, "fuck me harder.... I need to feel you fill me...."

He obliged happily, increasing the tempo of their rhythm, teasing her clit more with his finger. Unnoticed by Shannon, he untied the silks binding her wrists, but still held onto them with one hand, keeping her in place. He continued to fuck her, punctuating his hard thrusts by slowly almost pulling out of her, then driving back in. 

Soon their bodies were slick with sweat and their breathing shallow. Her cries and moans filled her bedroom as they both neared orgasm. He wanted this to last a little longer, and moved his fingers up from her clit to her breasts, stroking the sides and pulling on her nipples intermittently. 

Without once losing contact with her, he suddenly pulled her up by the waist and onto her knees, bending her over so he could slam into her harder. Shannon began to lose control, her whole body shaking, her hips thrusting back onto him, not wanting him to leave her body. He reached around and grabbed her nipples, pulling hard. She screamed as her orgasm began to build up, her head thrashing wildly about, her hips bucking hard against him. Her captor pinched her clit hard with his fingers and she went over the edge. Her cunt clamped down on his thick cock, sending him wild. He thrust hard into her once more and came deep inside her, groaning loudly before falling back down onto the bed. 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, his cock pulsing softly inside her as her cunt milked him. He kissed the back of her neck softly. Slowly, their breathing returned to normal, and Shannon soon fell into a light slumber.

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Shannon jumped at the sound of her alarm and reached out to turn it off. Suddenly she remembered what happened to her during the night and rolled over to see her captor. He wasn't there. No blindfold. She lifted her arms and sat up to look at her ankles. No ties. She tried to think of an explanation, but couldn't. Did she dream it?

Shannon sat for a few moments in bed trying to analyse herself. It was then that she noticed a long length of silk tied wrapped around one of her bed posts.