0 comments/ 20851 views/ 3 favorites Sweet Surprises By: Dusty Farkworth Well it's the big day. I've been planning this for quite some time. I've only let you know we have something planned. And that you need a few things packed and ready to last at least two days. Everything else has been taken care of by me. You love surprises, and with me not telling you where or what we are doing has just about drove you crazy. I pull up in front of your house with my four wheel drive pick-up truck. Now all that's left to do is pick you and your stuff up and we'll be on our way. Then the fun and surprises will begin. You answer the door, radiant and as beautiful as ever. I look into your eyes, and see them shining and so full of life, as I reach forward to kiss you. We kiss long and deep. Our tongues exploring each other. As we finish our kiss I notice your bags sitting just inside the door on the floor. I pick up your bags with one hand and put the other around your waist as we walk out to my pick-up. Placing your bags in the back, you ask where we are going. I tell you it's a secret. I open the passenger door for you and help you up into the seat. After you're buckled up I tell you I have another surprise. I take a kerchief out of my pocket and blindfold you. Asking you not to peek or take the blindfold off. You protest a little, but agree to what is happening. I kiss you again then walk around to the drivers side and get it. Once buckled up and the motor started I put a CD in the player. I created it, just for this special trip, on my computer. It has music on it from some of your favorite groups, like Eric Clapton, The Cars, and others. As the music starts I pull out and we are on our way. You recognize the first song and squeal with delight. You never dreamed I'd do this sort of thing for you. You tell me how delighted and excited you are. As I drive we talk and laugh. You keep trying to get me to tell you where we are going. I keep telling you it's a secret, that if I told you it would spoil the fun and surprises. Music plays softly, our conversation continues. I pull off the main highway onto a dirt road. I need to stop and kick the hubs in on the front end of the truck. You ask if we are there. I explain no, not yet. You reach to peek under your blindfold. I reach and catch your hand before you can. I explain what I need to do. You put on your frowny face trying to persuade me to let you see where we are at. I chuckle and tell you "Nope not yet." As I drive up the road, if you want to call it that, we bounce inside the cab. Thank goodness for seatbelts. I admit to you how pleased I am with you for keeping the blindfold on. You smile sweetly at me. You also admit to how excited you are, especially not knowing where we are going. We continue on as the music softly plays. I pull the pick-up to a stop as we finally reach our destination. I shut the engine off and ask you to remain blindfolded for just a few more minutes. I take the CD from the player and step out to place it in my bag in the back of the pick-up. You take your seatbelt off as I open the door and help you out. I take the blindfold off your eyes. As your eyes adjust to the light you begin to see our surroundings. As I watch you your eyes sparkle and shine. Excitement and awe radiate from you. You smile as you turn to kiss me. Tears of joy fill your eyes. No one has ever showed you such a beautiful place. As I pack our bags we walk along a path lined with wild yellow and crimson roses. We watch deer feed along the shores of a small lake at the end of the meadow. Birds sing as they fly among the trees and wild flowers. A small stream sings it's song as it flows toward the lake. The sky is blue with soft fluffy clouds. The sun shines warm as we continue towards the cabin. You take in all the beauty as you hug my arm. We walk, listening to natures song. I place our bags on the floor of the porch. I unlock the cabin door and open it. I put my arm around you, holding you, as you look out over the meadow. A squirrel scurries across the ground as it heads for a tree next to the cabin. I kiss you softly on the forehead. You smile and hug me tightly. No words can express the feelings inside you. You look up into my eyes and smile. I smile in return. We separate as you walk over to a swing on the porch. You sit in the swing watching all the creatures living in the meadow. I walk our bags into the cabin, and place them on the bed in the bedroom. I return to you on the porch and join you in the swing. We sit and watch the meadow, you snuggle close and rest your head on my shoulder. We sit in silence, snuggled up to each other, for what seems like a few minutes. But as we had been traveling for quite some time, nature was calling. You ask where the ladies room was. I take you by the hand and lead you around the cabin to an out house behind the cabin. While you are chatting with Mother Nature, I check the water in the shower tank. The sun has warmed it nicely as it sits in it's tank above the shower stall. We should be able to have a nice warm shower later. You join me a few minutes later, giggling as you tell me it's my turn. I return to find you sitting in the porch swing. Stretched out along it's length. I marvel at your beauty. You smile and offer me a seat next to you. I decline and explain I have another surprise for you and tell you I'll return in a few minutes with it. You relax and stretch out again in the swing. You watch across the meadow as a mother fox and her kits chase rodents. I step in the cabin to the kitchen. I fix us some sandwiches and take four beers for the ice box along with a few chips and some fruit. I place all this in a picnic basket. I take an old quilt from the closet and then join you on the porch. I take your hand and help you from the swing. A smile crosses your face as you realize what's next. We walk arm in arm along a path leading into the woods. You smile as you take in all the sights and sounds. We talk softly as we continue to walk. We start climbing up a hill as we continue our trek through the woods. Birds sing, squirrels and other small animals scurry from our path. Sun light breaks through the trees in beams of light. As we reach the top of the hill we break out into a clearing. From this point on the hill we can see back down across the meadow and the lake. I spread the quilt on the ground and place the basket at it's edge. We sit down on the quilt. I open the basket taking it's contents out and place them on the quilt for our enjoyment. I open a beer for each of us. We sip our beer as we eat our picnic lunch. While eating we chat and watch out over the meadows. You lean against me while eating and watching, content in your surroundings. Content with the moment. With our lunch finished, I place the remnants back in the basket. Taking the last two beers out and opening them, I hand one to you. I lean over and kiss you gently. We sip our beers and lay back on the quilt to watch as fluffy clouds pass over head. We watch as Eagles fly and seem to play a game of winged tag. The sun feels so good as it warms us. We lie next to each other talking and watching. We watch as different shapes form in the clouds commenting to each other as to what we imagine them to be. Stopping occasionally to kiss each other softly. Time flies by and soon we have to head back to the cabin, we gather the quilt folding it. Taking each other in arm we stand for a final look from a top the hill. Neither of us wanting this moment to end. We turn and head back to the cabin. We arrive at the cabin late in the afternoon. I put things away and start a fire in the fireplace. You explore the cabin and unpack our bags in the bedroom. You love the fact the bedroom is a top a short flight of stairs to the loft which over looks the bottom floor of the cabin. I start a fire in the grill to cook our dinner. Then I set up a table with a white lacy tablecloth on the porch. I place candles and a vase of wild flowers on the table. You relax in the swing, as this time is special and intended for your comfort and pleasure. I place the dinner ware on the table, and a bottle of wine which has been chilling in the ice box. Dinner is almost ready when you come in to say you are going to change into something a little more comfortable. I finish preparing our meal just as you start down the stairs from the loft. I place a CD in the portable player. I look up to see the most beautiful woman I know. You are dressed in a lovely dress and look radiant. Love songs from the early 70's play as I take your hand and lead you to the table. Candles lit, music playing, wined poured, and dinner served. We watch the sunset, and stars appear as we eat our meal. The moon shows it's glowing face over the meadow. We share the beauty and splendor. Reveling in our conversation and feelings for each other. With dinner finished, I take your hand and we walk into the meadow. Moon light shines and gives you a glow of sensuality. I kiss you tenderly as I take you in my arms. I start swaying in time to the music, you follow my lead. We dance slowly among the wild flowers and roses. With the moon as our spotlight we dance. Two souls in tune with the music, the moment, the splendor. Stars twinkle as if in time to the music. Passion and love blossom in our hearts. We say nothing as we enjoy each other, close and comfortable. The music continues, the feelings grow stronger, time seems to have no meaning. You look deep into my eyes and tell me you also have a surprise for me. You lead me back to the porch where we clean up dinner and go back inside the cabin. We light candles around the main room of the cabin. With that done we sit on a sofa in front of the fireplace. You kiss me tenderly. You tell me I too, will have to trust you as you have in turn trusted me. I see a mischievous glimmer in your eyes as you smile at me. You take my kerchief and place it around my head as a blindfold, asking that I not peek or take it off until you want me to. I agree to your wishes. I hear your foot steps as you climb the stairs. My heart beats rapidly, I hear it pounding for what seems to be an eternity. I sit blindfolded wondering what kind of surprise lays a head. My imagination goes wild as visions flash through my mind. I'm so caught up with my imagination that I don't hear you return. I almost jump out of my skin as you take my hand. You laugh and ask me to stand. I do as you request. I feel your fingers as they work to undo the buttons of my shirt. I feel butterflies in my stomach as you slip it off over my shoulders. You continue telling me not to peek. I wouldn't even if I could. I enjoy the feeling flooding through me. I feel your fingers as they run across my chest and down to my pants. My heart beats faster, my breathing becomes deeper and more rapid. I feel my belt being unbuckled. Next the snap and zipper to my jeans. I feel them slide down to my knees. I kick my boots off and step out of them. I feel fingers slip inside the waistband of my boxers. My heart skips a beat as my manhood is released and stands at full attention. You giggle and let out a deep sigh as you see it's nakedness for the first time. I step from my boxers as my member sways to and fro. You next ask me to raise my arms straight over my head. Bewildered I do as requested. Startled, I jump as a cold film touches my now naked body. You laugh a mischievous laugh and continue to wrap my body with a weird feeling film of some sort. You reach my waist with the film and continue downwards. Taking my manhood in hand, you kiss it softly, then place it against my body as you continue to wrap. My heart nearly stopped when you kissed it. I'm trembling so hard I can hardly stay standing. You make a few wraps between my legs and finish your wrapping. You make a comment that I make a nice looking present and laugh. You take my blindfold off. My eyes quickly adjust to the light. I see all your beauty and splendor wrapped in saran wrap. It clings to your body like a see through glove. As I take in your beauty I notice the dampness clinging to the wrap between your legs. I smile a mischievous smile. I can only wonder at how silly I must look all wrapped up the same way. You step closer and wrap your arms around me. I feel your body pressed tightly against mine. I marvel at how it feels through the saran wrap. We kiss long and passionately. Our bodies on fire. I run my hands up and down your back. You run your hands up and down my back lightly, sending shivers through me. I can only hope I am doing the same to you. We continue kissing and exploring each others bodies with our hands. No words are spoken or needed. We feel each others desires and need. You run your finger tips along the length of my imprisoned manhood as I in turn reach between your legs to feel your heat and dampness. Passion rises in our souls. Fire burns in our hearts. We feel a great need and longing to share ourselves with each other. We frantically try to help each other from the confines of the saran wrap. Once free from the wrap, I pull you close and kiss you tenderly but with a passion only you could understand. As we break from our kiss I can hardly speak. Words try to come out only to sound mumbled. I finally gain composure so I can tell you I have another surprise in store for you. I ask you to be patient and to keep those thoughts as I go into the kitchen. I return from the kitchen with a can of whipped cream, a squirt bottle of chocolate syrup, and a small bottle of candied cherries. Your eyes sparkle with mischief and you laugh as you realize what my surprise is. We laugh as vivid images play through our minds. Now to turn fantasy into reality. I place all our sweet goodies on an end table. I take you in my arms and kiss you passionately. As we break from our kiss, I look into your eyes. They dance like flames of a fire. We settle down on the rug in front of the fireplace. We continues to kiss and fondle each other. As the flames of passion grow hotter, I retrieve the squirt bottle of chocolate syrup. I pop open the top and you flash a wicked smile. Your eyes sparkle and shine as I begin to squirt syrup down your body covering your breasts and down past your naval to your now hot, juicy womanhood. Now I open the whipped cream and circle your nipples and the open folds of your womanhood. Last, but not least, a cherry for each nipple and one for your hot, steaming clit. Placing everything to the side, I look at you and smile my mischievous wicked smile. You ask if "I'm ready for dessert?" You smile shyly, but your eyes gleam wickedly. I kiss you softly and then begin my journey down your body to my "dessert." I lick the chocolate syrup and whipped cream from your breasts, flicking your nipples as I work from one to the other. You close your eyes as you lie back on the rug. You moan softly as my tongue works it's magic on your body. Slowly, ever so slowly I continue to enjoy the taste of your body mixed with the chocolate syrup. As I circle your naval with my tongue you run your fingers through my hair. I continue to lick the chocolate syrup downward, savoring it's flavor. Moving closer and closer to your sweetness. You shudder and sigh as my hot breath touched your moist glistening flesh. I softly run my tongue down the inside of your thigh and back up around your moist opening, ever so slowly across the top just missing the top edge and down the inside of your other thigh. My breath warms your flesh, and cools the moistness, sending sensations of pleasure through you, electrifying your very being. I gently tease at your clit, tasting a mixture of your juices and chocolate. The nectar of the Gods. I continue to lick syrup and whipped cream, brushing the opening of your womanhood and back again to your clit. Waves of pleasure wash over you. You moan and open your legs wider, giving me greater access to your treasures. I gently work my tongue into your sweet delicious opening, driving it deeper into your juicy tunnel. You moan, taking my head in your hands you gently pull it against you. I flick my tongue faster, and faster. Bringing it out and up to your clit and then down and in. Repeatedly back up and down. Savoring the taste of your juices mixed with chocolate and whipped cream. Your juices flow faster as pleasure builds towards release. I work my hand up along your leg, gently brushing the soft, silky skin with my finger tips. Moving it up to the soft folds, I gently ease two fingers deep inside your wetness. I slowly pump my fingers in and out, as my tongue works faster and harder on your clit. The pleasure inside you builds and reaches it's peak as you climax. Your fingers tangle in my hair as you pull my head and face tighter to your wetness. You shudder and moan as waves of pleasure caress your body. I slowly start licking back up your body, enjoying the taste of chocolate, whipped cream, and cherries. My fingers continue to work their magic on your clit and lovely opening, moving in and out, and up and down. I reach your tender sweet lips, we kiss long and with passion. You taste the sweet flavors which have mingled together. You marvel at the uniqueness of the mixed flavors. We separate from our kiss. Your eyes are glazed and sparkling. Your breathing is now evening as you gain some composure. Your heart races with excitement. You smile mischievously and tell me it's my turn. I continue to play with your juicy wetness as you position yourself along side my body facing my manhood. You giggle as you squirt chocolate syrup around my nipples and then a thin line downward to my erection. Next you take the whipped cream and add a swirl around each nipple and the head of my eight inches. As a final step you top each off with a cherry. You ease back and laugh wickedly, commenting on how yummy I look. I continue working my magic on your wetness with my fingers. Easing down to my nipples I feel the heat of your breath as you start licking the chocolate, whipped cream, and cherries from them. I close my eyes as your tongue works it's magic wonders on my body. My heart races as you work your way ever so slowly down my body towards my erection. My heart races, I catch my breath as I feel your tongue and hot breath inch slowly along the shaft of my manhood towards it's purplish head, which is now covered with sweet delights. I feel your tongue works it's magic as you take me deep into your mouth, licking and sucking the sweet flavors from my shaft. I moan with pleasure, as you ease back and forth, taking me in your mouth and then back to licking along my eight inch shaft. Your fingers wrap around my shaft as you take me in your mouth again. You pump the length of my manhood as you lick and suck my juices and sweet flavors from it. I feel my balls tighten as I near my climax. I savor the moment. My hips rise slightly off the floor as I cum, shooting squirt after squirt of my own syrup into your mouth. You continue working my shaft, milking all you can from deep within me. The sensations are awesome, almost unbearable as you tickle the head of my manhood with your tongue. You stop your magic as if on cue, as I reach the point of not being able to stand the sensations running through my body. You ease up to kiss me, I wrap my arms around you. We kiss long and hard, with a fire of passion that only the two of us could understand. We taste the mixture of flavors, chocolate, cherry, whipped cream, yours, and mine. A mixture of passion loaded with sweet surprises. We continue to kiss and cuddle on the rug as we feel the heat from the fireplace, and the heat from our own bodies. We pause to look at each other and laugh with a knowledge and awareness of our sticky covered bodies. I suggest a shower as I stand, taking your hand and helping you up. Walking behind you, as we head through the door into the cool night air, I tickle you and run my hands down to your sweet, soft cheeks, causing you to jump a little. We continue to tease and play as we step into the shower. Sweet Surprises I was shivering a little in the night air--nerves? Temperature? Hard to tell at this point. I saw James look questioningly at me, and shook my head with a little smile. My heels clicked on the pavement as we approached the front of the hotel. It was an anonymous place, practically American, although this was a German city. The street was badly lit, but there was no trash littered on the rain-slick pavement, like there would have been in the States in a neighborhood like this. It was eerily quiet, and what few lights there were glimmered eerily through the raw November darkness. James pushed the glass door open and held it for me. "Danke," I said, and he grinned. I felt a quick impulse toward laughter but stifled it, and I didn’t look at the night clerk as I strode past the desk; I didn’t stop, didn’t look back until I reached the elevators. I knew James was right behind me--could feel it in the tension that tightened the muscles all the way down my back, and in the way my arm prickled, as though I thought he might take it. I wondered if he was nervous too. I stole a quick glace at him as I punched the button for the elevator--a little harder than I needed to--and he didn’t look nervous. He looked... nonchalant. He was looking sort of blankly at his reflection in the dim steel elevator door. He looked good, too--tall and solid, with soft messy hair going gray and a neatly trimmed beard framing sensitive lips. He was wearing a worn brown leather jacket and jeans, small wire-rimmed glasses; under the jacket was a flannel shirt. I shifted my gaze to myself and caught just a glimpse--long dark hair swept up in a clip, trim figure in a long black leather coat, short black dress and sexy heels; my eyes looked wide and dark, but not frightened--before the doors slid open and we went in. I punched the button--12th floor. The minute the doors closed James pulled me around to face him and kissed me, hard, his arms gathering me up into his embrace, his hands eagerly sliding over the smooth surface of my coat, down to my ass. I responded for a moment, kissing back hard, wrapping my arms around him beneath his coat. I could feel his cock getting hard, pressed against my belly through his jeans and my dress. "Mmm," I said, and then pulled away, slapping his hand with mock severity as he tried to grab my ass again. "Save it... we’re just a minute away, you know." "You are killing me," he said. "You are sooo cruel." A smile was playing around his mouth, but he put his hands primly into his jacket pockets as the elevator doors opened again onto the empty hotel corridor. "You can get me back later," I said over my shoulder. We stepped out and I looked again at the key--I had examined it about 90 times since I got it that afternoon--and then I turned right and headed toward room 1226, all the way at the end of the hall. My shoes didn’t make a sound on the thin carpet; all I could hear was the faint sounds of James’s pants as he walked, and there was an ambulance somewhere out in the night--wee-aw, wee-aw, in that odd foreign cadence that is so exotic to my American ears. There at last! I slid the key in--none of that automated electronic card shit here--and opened the door noisily. It was dark inside, just a little light from the window in the bedroom; the curtains were open. I stopped in the doorway and turned around to face James, who was still in the hall. "Close your eyes," I ordered. "Anything for you," he said teasingly, and suddenly I could hear that he was nervous too. I felt a sudden rush of pleasure and gratitude, that he trusted me so much, with such a tricky, potentially sticky situation. He closed his eyes tightly, and I led him through the little sitting room--pulling the hall door closed and locking it--and into the bedroom. I liked leading him around like that, blindly. It is a lovely, powerful feeling to have a man who outweighs you by 100 pounds follow you trustingly into a dark room. I steadfastly ignored the other man--the one in the chair, in a darkened corner of the sitting room, angled for a full view of the bedroom--and sat James down on the bed, facing me. "Can I open my eyes?" he asked. He was smiling... nervously, I thought. "No," I said. I slid his jacket off his shoulders and threw it onto the floor by the wall. I slid his glasses off and placed them carefully on the bedside table. I took off my own coat and dropped it, and then stepped forward, using my knees to open his legs so that I stood between them. I was looming over him, looking down at his calm, closed eyes. I pressed forward just a little, so that one breast brushed his cheek. He looked more alert, and his hands came up to hold my waist. He leaned forward and buried his face in my chest, rubbing his nose gently against my sternum and nestling into my (scarce, I admit) cleavage. His eyes were still closed. I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned forward into him; he slid his hands around and then down to my ass, kneading my cheeks gently through my dress. I leaned over and kissed his head, then his neck and cheek, the rough softness of his beard tickling my mouth. He turned his head and we kissed deeply, me leaning down into the kiss, his head back to meet my lips. His hands were moving softly around my back and bottom, massaging lightly, and then one hand moved down to my leg--no pantyhose tonight, and I had been freezing out there in the street, but I was plenty warm now! He ran his hand down the back of my bare thigh to that exquisitely ticklish spot right behind the knee and I collapsed a little, falling forward into him with a giggle. He was grinning, and his eyes were still closed. "Mmm," he said, "soft skin." His hands roamed more and I leaned forward against him, enjoying it. He has excellent hands... One hand was moving upward, up the back of my thigh, under the little black dress, until it encountered... Nothing. "Oh my god," he sighed. An enormous grin spread over my face--god, I love surprising a man. Suddenly both his hands were under my dress, moving over my bare ass, and the dress was being pushed up until I was swaying on my high heels, trying to keep my balance as he burrowed into my breasts with his face and kneaded my ass with his hands. It felt so good! I made a little noise and then he brought one hand around to the front and oh sweet jesus, his fingers were sliding down along my pussy lips, through the short, trim hair there and down to where I was getting wetter by the minute. I had a sudden flash of how this must look to the man in the other room--my dress up around my waist, my white ass against the darkness of the dress, the soft sounds of breathing and kisses and murmurs... A rush of heat washed over me and I grabbed for James’s hand and guided his fingers into me. They slipped into my wet cunt with ease and I moaned, bent over him, legs braced slightly apart as he slid two fingers in and out, then rubbed his thumb gently over my clit so that I gasped and bucked against him; he opened his mouth onto my breast through the cloth of the dress, and then ever-so-gently closed his teeth on my nipple as he rubbed my clit again and again with his thumb. I came gently then, short, sharp breaths into his hair, my body shaking against his hand and mouth. I have always been lucky that way--I can come easily and quickly, and even better, often... as the song says, I love being a girl! When my body relaxed I sighed and stepped back a little. Now James’s eyes were open, and they glittered a little at me as he licked his wet fingers. I smiled slowly at him, then reached behind myself and unzipped the dress. It fell easily to the floor, and now I was wearing only the black high heels and a satiny black bra. I knelt down on the floor, there between his legs, and he leaned back onto the bed so I could unzip his pants. I suspected he wouldn’t be wearing any underwear either, and I was proven right as his cock pushed up and out of the jeans, ready for freedom and any gifts that might hold. James lifted his hips and I pulled his pants down. A moment of struggle later, and his shoes and pants and socks were all in a little pile in the corner. He had a lovely cock, thick and well-proportioned, delicious looking, in fact. Was that a noise I heard behind me, in the other room? Well, why should that matter? So what if I thought I heard the stealthy sound of another zipper coming down? I smiled to myself and continued with James. He sat up again to watch as I leaned forward. I glanced wickedly up at him, then licked from his balls to his head, one long, slow stroke with my tongue. His cock hardened even more--I wouldn’t have believed it possible--and a drop of pre-cum formed right at the tip. I licked it off... "Mmm," I said, and grinned. "Tasty." I bent over his lap and took him all the way in. He sighed and leaned back on his elbows as my mouth engulfed him, lips tight around his pole all the way to the root, then back up and then down again, my head moving up and down and tongue circling as I went. I could taste more sticky pre-cum as I sucked, little teasing hints of salt and ocean that I licked up gleefully. I took a break after a while and instead of sucking I licked, long smooth strokes up and down his shaft, then teasing circles around the head until he gasped and laughed, then back down and I tasted his balls, licking them and then sucking them gently into my mouth, releasing them and reaching up to fondle them with my fingers, feeling their heavy, silky weight slide through my hands. Behind me I heard the unmistakable sound of a man beating off, the soft slap of skin on skin. I wanted to say "Wait! Don’t go too fast!" but I trusted this other man to know that the best was yet to come... so to speak. I felt James’s hands on my hair and I looked up. "I want to be inside you," he said, and his face was intent, his voice slightly hoarse. I felt myself opening and getting wetter at his words, and I nodded. One last light lick to the head of his cock, and I stood up. Off came the bra and I kicked off the shoes too, with a flourish. A bit of magic, sleight of hand--voila! A condom appeared. (From my jacket, lying near my foot, actually.) I unrolled it slowly onto his dick, then pushed him back onto the bed. I climbed up over him, knees on either side of his hips, holding myself over his hard, taut cock. I put my hands on either side of his face and then slowly, slowly, slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling his cock push my pussy open, nudging inside, stretching me open, sliding into my hot wetness. He groaned and I sighed. Behind me I couldn’t hear the man pounding himself anymore. I was sliding myself up and down James’s shaft, my hair falling down from its clip around us, hearing only the wet sounds, feeling every inch of him as I rode him gently, working my way to a nice, tight, hot, wet... ...I came, then, in one grinding, deep stroke, pressing myself down against his cock and his hips, shuddering. He felt it and thrust upward, holding his body against mine for some infinite, lost moment until I drew a deep, gasping breath and fell forward over him, lying on his broad chest. I lay there getting my breath back for a moment, then began unbuttoning his shirt. His hands played with my hair, then moved downward and traced my lips for a moment. "That looked nice," he said softly. "Felt even better than it looked," I said lazily, and, last button undone, began running my hand across his chest, playing with the soft curls of hair, circling his nipples, trying to tickle him, until he growled and grabbed my hand. "Is it my turn yet?" he said, mock-ferociously. He rolled over and pinned me beneath him. I giggled and squirmed, changing angles slightly... coincidentally (of course!) to an angle that allowed the man in the next room to see us better. James shrugged his shirt off and threw it away, not caring where it landed. He leaned back forward, over me. "Mm, mm, mm, you are so impatient," I chided James. He was still inside me, still rock hard. I thrust my hips up a little, just to enjoy the dazed look that flashed across his face. "I am just jealous," he said when he recovered, and began moving in me, slowly. "I see you having all that fun, and..." his cock moved inside me, stroking my pussy as he began to move in a gentle, inexorable rhythm, "I think I should get a chance, too." I choked back a sudden laugh. "How do you think he feels?" I muttered, grinning and cocking my head toward the sitting room. James grinned back, wickedly. "If you think I’m jealous...." He rolled his eyes expressively, then his face grew more serious. "I am gonna fuck you so hard," he murmured, and lowered his face to my shoulder and began pumping in earnest. He started out slowly, long, deep strokes that made my body melt, opening softly to him, taking him in completely. He was kissing my shoulder, then my face, and then he began moving faster, his hips slamming into mine, his eyes closed in concentration. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, feeling his weight pound into my pelvis, his cock thrusting hard into my wet, open pussy... I could feel the heat building inside me, and I grabbed his ass and squeezed, feeling the muscles tighten and relax as he pumped, fast and hard, until I began to moan, gasping for breath, at the edge... Just as I came he did, too, bucking against me in a prolonged wave, groaning into my hair as his hips ground into mine. I tightened my legs around him and moaned, coming with every thrust into my pussy, tightening on his cock until we both subsided into a sweaty tangle on the bed. "Oh. My. Sweet. Lord," I panted. "Mmmmmmmmmm," was all he replied, lying atop me, his body pressing mine gently into the bed. He shifted over after a moment, taking some weight off me but staying inside me, which I liked. We lay still for a few minutes, murmuring to one another and (me at least) carefully not looking into the other room. We fell into a comfortable silence, and then I said brightly, "So, I’m ready for another go!" James laughed and groaned at the same time, rolling off--and out of--me. I made a noise in protest at losing him, although he wasn’t all that hard anymore. "You are trying to kill me," he said. "Of course not," I said blithely. "You’re no use to me dead." I started giggling and said loudly, "Oh, if only there were some other horny man in the room who could help me out." A shadow appeared by the bed, a thin, dark man, naked, sporting an enormous erection. "Why, you’re in luck," said the shadow. James sat up and then stood, smiling down at me. "You are a good planner," he said. He looked up at the other man. "You take a shot. She’s had her way with me," he said. "Are you still here?" said the man, grinning. He wasn’t looking at James as he spoke. He was looking at me, and stroking his cock, which was lovely, long and hard, not as thick as James’s, but longer. I felt my body responding to his look, his cock--him. He was a wiry man altogether, with whip-cord muscles and no spare flesh. He looked hard all over, and I reached up and pulled him down to myself, running my hands over his body--it felt as good as it looked, smooth and strong. "I’ll just go have a seat," murmured James to himself as he moved toward the chair the other man had vacated. I thought I saw him peeling off the used--and very full--condom, but my attention was soon taken by other things. The dark man moved around the bed to my feet, then knelt on it, between my legs. He looked carefully at my wet, wide-open pussy, then up and into my eyes. "My goodness, you are quite the little slut," he said admiringly. "Prove it," I said softly. "Oh, I will," he promised, just as softly, and smiled. He leaned down then and began to eat me out. He was good with his mouth. He shifted until he had plenty of room, and began by licking me from bottom to top, dipping his sharp tongue into my pussy midway, then sliding it gently up to my clit, where he softened it and licked slowly, with a gentle, flat tongue. I stiffened and shuddered, moving my hands over my body as he continued to lick and suck, moving down again to plunge his tongue into my wet, open cunt, his mouth sucking gently on my pussy and nose rubbing my clit until, with a soft cry, I came. He didn’t let me rest, though, but moved his fingers into me, putting his tongue to work on my clit again, flicking delicately until I was gasping and shuddering beneath him, my hands clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of pleasure lifted me, his fingers working in and out and tongue slapping until I was whimpering, begging--"Please please please please..." I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or keep going, but he stopped and I relaxed into a heap, my breath sobbing in and out. I opened my eyes and saw him suddenly looming over me, poised like a diver, and before I was ready he plunged his cock into me, one hard, piercing thrust that went all the way to the root of me and him, and he moved fast, fucking me like there would never be another chance, slamming his narrow hips into me violently over and over for what seemed like hours, until I came again, screaming this time. He didn’t cum, though. He stopped and pulled me upright. He maneuvered me roughly until I was on my hands and knees, and then he knelt behind me. He was suddenly gentle, and he ran his hands softly over my back, my ass, and down between my legs, sliding his finger teasingly into my throbbing pussy. He ran one wet finger over my asshole, but I twitched away--not tonight--and he laughed softly. I turned my head and saw James sitting in the chair, not far away, staring at us as though hypnotized. His cock was hard again, rising from his lap like a divining rod tuned to sex, not water. I smiled and looked down again at my own hands, spread on the coverlet, and then the other man, the dark man, was sliding his cock inside me again, from the rear... and ohhhh. Oh, jesus. The angle, the wetness, the... something. Something was right and I began to cum again about ten seconds later as his cock pressed my g-spot perfectly, again and again. He wasn’t moving fast, just sliding that long, hard shaft into me over and over and over, rhythmically, a little extra thrust at the end of each smooth stroke, and I was cumming, oh I was cumming hard again, oh yes, yes, yes... He paused, and some unspoken communication occurred, or maybe it was spoken, I don’t know, I just know I was trying to breathe, trying to regain some sense of who the hell I was, and suddenly James was there in front of me. I looked up at his face; he looked happy, as happy as could be, and I glanced over my shoulder at the other man, who was smiling, too. James stroked his hard cock and I could see another little drop of pre-cum, glistening there at the tip. "All right, then," I said, somewhat wildly. "Let’s go." I leaned forward just a little and James slid his thick cock into my mouth; the dark man began to move again, and I let him set the pace, let the motion of my body against the thin man’s cock move my mouth up and down on James’s pole; smooth, slow movement becoming quicker, more urgent movement; my head bobbing up and down; distracted by that g-spot again, moving one hand down to finger my clit, being fucked harder, starting to come, completely unable to concentrate on sucking James off... moaning around the hard dick in my mouth, I felt James take hold of my hair and then he began to move against my face, as the dark man moved against my pussy, both of them slamming their cocks into me, fucking my mouth, fucking my pussy, my fingers sliding around on my own wet clit and cumming, cumming, cumming, hot cum filling my mouth and swallowed just in time for another of my own orgasms as the dark man cried out and slammed his load into my pussy, deep, hot, wet, and full, one sticky thrust after another. He came to rest finally, leaning over me, his chest slick against my sweaty back. Sweet Surprises James was leaning back against the wall of the room, barely able to stand upright. I let my elbows unlock and collapsed onto my face, ass still in the air, still impaled on the other man’s cock, until he gently pulled out (I couldn’t help it, I made a sad little noise) and fell forward in slow motion, it seemed, onto the bed beside. I turned my head slightly and looked up at James; his eyes were half-open, and I managed to lift one hand and pat the bed on my other side. He nodded and leaned forward until he toppled onto the bed. We were all smiling. The dark man lay on my left, and I turned my head to look at him again. He raised his hand and pushed my long, dark hair out of my face. I noticed for the first time that night, thousandth time that lifetime, the gold ring on the fourth finger of his hand. Just a simple little gold band. I moved my own hand up and caught his, brought it to my lips and kissed his knuckles gently, looking at the ring on my hand, the one that matched oh-so-perfectly. He smiled straight into my eyes. "Thank you," he mouthed. "Mmmm." I rolled my eyes and grinned. "My pleasure entirely." I turned my head to my right. James had let himself fall so that I was looking at his hip. I tilted my head down to meet his eyes, which were somewhere on a level with my thighs. "Hey. You alive down there?" He opened one eye and returned my gaze. I could see the corner of his mouth curve upward. "Just barely." "That’s what I like to hear," I said, and started giggling. I squeezed my eyes shut. Opened them again--nope, it wasn’t a dream. "Thank you," I said to James. "Well, I won’t lie," he said, "it was quite a sacrifice." I felt the dark man--Robert--my husband--suppress a snort of laughter on my other side. I kept my face straight with an effort. "Yes, you are truly a giving man. Selfless indeed." "I live to serve." "Pure as the driven snow," came Robert’s dry comment, and then all three of us were giggling, the bed shaking with laughter. Sweet Surprises I was walking out of a client's office as my phone began to ring. I felt it more than heard it as it was on vibrate and deep inside my purse. I pulled it out and when I saw who I was, I made sure I was at least into the outer foyer of the building before I answered. "What's up?" I asked as I flipped open the phone. "What's up with you, I was just calling to see if you were wet already this morning" he said. Laughing, I said, "No, I'm actually working today, already been out to see a customer this morning, I haven't had time for that yet this morning, why, got any good ideas?" His voice dropped to a near growl, "As a matter of fact I do, I want to throw your hair over your shoulder and bite your neck while I rub my dick up the crack of your ass. You wet now?" I could barely catch my breath, and my steps faltered, I was glad I'd made it to my truck and could sit down. I couldn't even answer, my skin was flushed, and my heart was beating faster. I sighed, it was all I could manage at the time. Which just made him laugh at me, until he tried to talk, and found he was tongue tied as well. He went on to threaten to do things to me that no one had ever done to me, and my pulse couldn't keep up with itself. I was breathing faster, and heavier, sitting in the middle of a big corporate parking lot outside the office building I'd just left. I tried to regain my composure, but he wouldn't let me. He kept describing to me the things he wanted to do to me. He promised to leave me begging for more. I wanted more. A lot more. More than words, more than promises of ecstasy, especially if they were just random thoughts, nothing he intended to do. My body was already responding as if he had already bit my neck, and had indeed lifted my skirt and rubbed his dick along the crack of my ass. I found it pretty amazing that I was reacting so quickly, and my body was remembering exactly what it felt like to be with him, even though it had been closer to 9 or 10 months now since I'd been with him. I let my body go, let my mind fantasize about being with him again. I knew it was wrong, that we were both married, but I just can't find it in me to care right now. I know too well how his hands feel on me, how it feels to be touched by him, how it feels to be fucked by him. I imagined him, sitting in his office, alone, hoping he was as aroused as I was, as hot and bothered over a few words. In my little day time fantasy, I imagine walking into his office, and locking the door, even though it is a glass door, anyone walking by would be able to see anything going on, they just wouldn't be able to come inside. I sit on his desk in front of him, interrupting his work. He looks at me questioningly, amused, and I grab his shirt and start slowly unbuttoning it 'till I could push it open. I pushed his chair back, and dropped to my knees to open his jeans. My fingers are shaking, so anxious to touch him, to feel him again in my hands. With a little help, I have his dick in my hands, and I cautiously touch my tongue to the tip, and then am lost to the feel, the sensations of being with him again. I stand up, and situate myself on his lap, facing him, still fully clothed, except I'm missing my thong under my skirt. I instantly feel his dick against my very wet outer lips, and I sigh. I begin rocking back and forth, just reveling in this touch, just barely opening my pussy lips to let him tease my clit as I rock. The way he looks at me, the intensity in his eyes has my heart beating even faster. That look says, for just this moment, you are mine. There is lust so strong I feel like he's pulling me closer to him in his eyes. I can't seem to help but lean into him as I gently rock back and forth on his lap. Before long, between the look in his eyes and the friction against my clit, I am thrown over the edge. I buck my hips against him, and throw my head back. I would've fallen off the chair if he hadn't reached up to hold onto me. I lean back against the desk, as he lifts my hips enough to enter me. The angle I'm leaning gives him ample room to watch as I begin to rock again, pulling him slowly out of me, then back down so that he is completely inside of me. He lets go of me with one hand, and slowly rubs gentle circles around my clit. He's not even touching it, just teasing me. I'm chasing him with my hips, trying to make contact, wanting that touch, wanting that satisfaction. Finally, he gently made the circles smaller so that he was rubbing just the tip of one of his fingers around and around my clit. I am so close I can feel the orgasm building inside me, but I need a little more. I make a soft mewling sound, wanting something but not knowing what. I'm so close I can feel it, but it isn't there yet. Sensing I need more, he squeezes my clit and begins rolling it between his finger and thumb. That was all it took, my body is riding wave after wave of satisfaction. The slow pace seemed to get to him, so he pulls me off his lap, and turns me around so that I was facing away from him, and sat me back down on his lap and as I am moving down onto his dick again, he suddenly thrusts upward, meeting me halfway. I push back as hard as I can, pushing him deeper into me, feeling his solid body beneath me, around me, holding onto me. He stands up, forcing me up to my tip toes, and he pushes my head down to the desk surface, pushing papers and projects out of the way. He makes a few slow, easy strokes into me, I sighed. My body was lost, the rest of the world did not exist for me, only the slow and easy rhythm of him pushing into me and pushing me down against the desk. He begins picking up speed and force, pushing me farther and harder onto the desk. My feet are occasionally lifted off the ground as he pushes into me and lifts my hips up to meet his. I again felt the orgasm building inside me, but need just a little more before I could let go. He leans over me, pulling my hips back into him, and wraps one arm around me so that he can cup my chin in his hand. He cocks my head to the side, and leans down to whisper in my ear, "You are one hot little fuck." And again that is all I need to let go, I cum so fast, so hard I plant my feet and push back against him with all the strength I have left in me, and revel in the feeling of him inside of me as he cums deep inside me. His dick is pulsing, stretching me even more as I contract my muscles around him, milking every drop out of him. I open my eyes and see that I'm again back in the parking lot outside the customer's office I'd just left, my skirt is pulled up around my hips, my thong pulled to one side and my fingers are sore from the desperate ministrations I have given myself as I imagine it was him with me. I look around quickly, to see if I have an audience, and see no one in the area. I sigh with relief and lean my head back on the headrest. Again, I think of him sitting at his desk, hard at work, totally unaware of the fantasy I've just had. I still know it is wrong, that it would hurt our spouses tremendously if they ever found out, but my body doesn't know any better. My body cries out, wanting to be with him again. My mind knows that I will not say no if he brings up the possibility. I push my guilty thoughts far into the back of my mind, and allow my mind to wish he would do the same. I love my husband, truly I do, and I would never forgive myself if he were hurt from all of this, but it only pushes me to make sure no one finds out. I force myself back to reality, and I pull my truck out of the parking lot and head back to the office. Enough day dreams for one day, well, for one very public place anyway. Sweet Surprises I can not believe how cold the weather has gotten I mumble to myself as I slide into the seat behind the drivers wheel of my car. The windshield covered in frost from during the night. Working the late shift I did not get much time to keep my car from the weather. Oh how I hate driving in this snow. The roads are covered in it. And I know that under the snow is a light coat of glossy black ice, which makes me even more nervous about driving. The only thought that makes me happy is knowing that I have you waiting for me. The drive home is just as bad as I thought if not worse. I can only drive 20 mph. as the cars in front of me are doing. And the snowplows have yet to go to work on half the roads I must travel. My 30-minute drive has taken me over an hour and I am still 10 miles from you. As I glance to the side of the road and back I notice something in the road. I peer even closer to the glass. Barely visible is a deer standing in the middle of my lane. I apply my foot to the brakes ever so gently but I still slide out of control. I am spinning around in the road gripping the steering wheel and praying to God that I stop safe and sound. Gradually I come to a stop. I am heading in the right direction and the deer has just missed being hit. I sigh and loosen my grip on the wheel. My hands are shaking and I am in tears as I draw closer to your drive. Finally I can breathe as I have made it safe and sound. No thanks to the animal that has scared me out of my wits. You open the door with your robe draped tightly around you. "It's about time you get here. I was ready to send out a search and rescue team for you. Namely ME." You smile as you pull me indoors. I am still shaken and you look at how pale I am. "Is the snow that bad? Are you all right?" I just nod my head yes and take of my coat. I then go into the story of the drive home. You hand me a cup of coffee as I tell my tale. When I have finished you hug me and tell me that your glad I am home. And that you have a small surprise waiting for me. I look up and grin. You point to the bedroom and I run to see what it may be. I look around and notice nothing. You smile again and point to the master bath. I peek in and see candle and flowers all over the room. On the tub is a note and a bottle of bubble bath. The note reads: My Dearest Love: I just wanted to pamper you in a way that I know you will enjoy. It is not much but I do hope you are pleased. Let me know when to start the water. Yours Truly, Me. I jump up and turn to you with tears in my eyes and say, "After the drive home this is exactly what I need. Thank you Baby." Placing gentle kisses on your lips. As I put my arms down you step to the tub and fill it with water pouring bubble bath into the running stream. The scent of Roses fills the air. My Favorite Fragrance. I grin and step out of my clothes. You turn, smile appreciatively and leave the room closing the door behind you. I enjoy my long hot soak in the tub and think about just how truly wonderful you are. I take care in all my personal needs, as I know I want to please you this day as you have just pleased me with this surprise. I shave my pubic area so that it is nice and smooth again. Knowing that you love the way it feels as much as I do. When I have finished I step out and dry off. After drying I place a dab of perfume on my body behind my knees, in my navel, behind my ears and one drop just above my pussy. I want to make sure that you smell every bit of loveliness I have to offer. I grab my robe hanging on the back of the door and enter your bedroom. I gasp as I look up and find another surprise. The bedroom is lit with glowing candles all about the room and there is a bucket of wine waiting by the bed. You are standing at the foot of the bed with one single long stemmed red rose in your hands. And wearing nothing. I smile gently as you have yet again amazed me as I thought no one ever could. We move closer to one another without speaking and gently kiss. You remove the robe from me and let it fall to the floor. I step out of the robe and into your arms fully. Our warm flesh meeting. The crisp hair on your chest tickles my breasts. I giggle and squirm a bit. You smile knowing why and pull me unto the bed. Your mouth covers mine and your tongue pushes past my lips and teeth. Our tongues entwine and dance around one another mingling our saliva and increasing my arousal. I put my hand in your hair and pull your head back breaking our kiss. I grin and then move my head to your earlobes. My mouth devours your body one single patch at a time. I curl my fingers gently into your chest hair as I glide my mouth to your nipples. I gently nip and pull on them. Teasing them until they are hard. A moan escapes your lips and I look up to you and smile. I ease my way down your body a little more at a time. As I do you grab my hips and pull me unto you. Your face just under my pussy as my mouth just grazes your cock. My Body tenses as you pull me closer unto your awaiting tongue. You snicker and continue your work on my body. My clit is now hard and my slit getting wetter. As you are working magic on my body I begin my teasing you even more. I grab your cock in my hands and gently lick at it with my tongue. I glide my mouth around you and suck you into my mouth sliding you to my throat. I can feel your tongue working on my pussy as your hands massaging my ass. I moan and suck a little harder on your now hard and throbbing cock. I can taste you so warm and sweet and the aroma of you has me getting wetter. I engulf your cock completely taking you all the way down my throat and stroking you as I do. I hear you moan and I feel your hot breath on my now throbbing clit. I work on your cock more intently bobbing up and down stopping now to slide my tongue around on it, teasing just the tip of you. Feeling your cock drool on my tongue I lick it up and slide it around on your head. I feel your cock jump as I tease you more. Swirling my tongue around, I gently glide you back into my mouth, so moist and warm eager to take you where you want to go. With a little pressure on my lips I slide up and down on you with my mouth. The feel of your cock in my mouth so wondrous. Every vein popping out and your head so wet with juices throbbing and making me want to please you more. So, with enthusiasm I suck you into my mouth and bob and moan on you and feel your cock pulse. I am so close to a climax at this point that any little movement from you and I am going to lose it. I am trying to please you before I get pleased but working on you is working me up to the point of no return and just as I feel my body start to give in you tense up and moan loudly that your going to shoot. I suck you faster now wanting to milk everything you have. Faster and harder and faster keeping up the rhythm I can feel you start to pulse and throb harder in my mouth and with one more downward stroke of my lips you shoot into my throat as I moan and cum at the very same moment you do. Sucking every bit of sperm you have to offer I relax and sigh. Smiling I slide off of you and curl up to your body. I nestle into you and gently lick the remainder of my juices from your face. You smile, grab the towel by the bed wipe your face and kiss my lips. I look to you with a satisfied smile, wink and whisper "I love you." as I drift off to sleep. Sweet Surprises The cool night air touches our sticky wet bodies causing us to shiver as goose bumps form on our skin. I turn the water on. It's warmth takes the chill away from our nakedness. As we shower we each help the other wash the sweet stickiness off our bodies. We continue kissing and playing as the warm water flows over us. We explore each others bodies with renewed vigor. I feel the stirring of passion and lust as my manhood starts growing. You look deep into my eyes with a sparkle and glimmer shinning brightly in your own, knowing that new surprises lie in store ahead. Turning the water off you reach down and grab my erection gently but firmly in your hand. Telling me to follow you as you lead me from the shower into the cool night air. I willingly follow you. You continue on, leading me into the house and up the stairs to the loft. Once reaching the foot of the bed you release my hard, erect member. We towel each other off and slip into the soft warm bed. Not needing the foreplay as much as needing of each other, you kiss me with passion and longing. Rolling me as you do on my back. Positioning yourself on top of me you reach down and guide my raging erection to the hot, juicy opening of your womanhood. You ease slowly down taking it's length deep within you. You feel it stretching you wide, wider then any other you've ever known. It fills you to a fullness touching places no other has ever touched. You're surprised at how it makes you feel complete as a woman. Slowly you ease your hips up and down, feeling it along the inner walls of your juicy confines. You continue as pleasure and heat builds deep within you. Moving faster and faster as you continue to ride it's length. I feel your warmth and wetness as you continue your assault on my erection. I marvel at how tight you are. I feel the tip as it plunges against the inner most part of your womanhood. I relish the feeling deep within my soul. Your breathing quickens as does your pulse. Fire rages deep within you, begging to be extinguished. You arch your back taking me deeper, faster, harder. You need release as your climax builds. Waves of pleasure crash through your body as you reach the peak of pleasure. The walls of your womanhood ripple as you try to take me deeper. You moan loudly as you cum. I feel the need within you as your pace increases. I feel the rippling along the length of my shaft, urging me nearer to orgasm. Your climax signals my own as my balls tighten. Feeling my hot juices flow along my length, spurting deep within you to mingle with my own. My hips raise off the bed and slam into your tender flesh as I release my load. As the waves of pleasure subside, you ease down to lay you head on my chest. Tired, and spent you lie there exhausted. My erection still deep within you. I kiss you softly on the forehead, as your eyes close. Soon you drift off to sleep. Lying a top of me, my manhood slowly going limp, but held snuggly deep within you. Contented I hold you in my arms as you sleep. As we lay in this position, I wonder what other surprises may lye in store for tomorrow. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep also, content with the moment, content in knowing you are a very happy girl and a sweetheart. I smile an exhausted smile as I slip into a dream world, filled with more fantasies.