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The Taking of Jill

By: stevieraygovan



This is the result of a request from an Aussie woman named Jill for a "hot, romantic story involving a beautiful woman who is taken from her husband by another man." 

~ ~ ~

Standing before her full-length closet mirror, Jill debated how far she should go with her outfit for work that day. 

While always a bit of a flirt anyway, she had to admit that more and more she'd really been enjoying the reactions she was receiving lately from men - and even many women - when she flirted. She was especially enjoying the escalating flirting game she had been engaging in with Trent, her incredibly sexy co-worker.

Trent was every bit as hot as she was, and the fact that the company stud had decided to make Jill the object of his latest attentions only heightened her desire to play her flirting game.

Whereas she was classically beautiful with perfect suntanned skin and long, silky black hair framing intensely bright emerald eyes, Trent was rough-looking, with a darker Mediterranean complexion. He always seemed to have a five o'clock shadow to go with an unruly mop of careless black hair, and his large, sensual mouth including shining white teeth and full, kissable lips just drove her to distraction.

More than anything, she couldn't get past the depth of his deep brown eyes. His eyes were so dark that they often appeared black, which Jill found to be an immense turn-on.

There was only one thing that excited Jill even more than fiery dark eyes: the idea of hot, nasty sex, especially with a gorgeous man sporting a really large cock. That's what turned her on more than anything.

Trent very obviously possessed just such a cock, the conspicuous bulge of which she loved to admire in his business slacks. She could usually make out its length and shape quite clearly, including the heavily ridged circumcised head. Seeing Trent's dick on such tempting display always made her mouth water.

Supposedly he never wore underwear either, which was another major turn-on for her.

She didn't find that notion difficult at all to believe. Besides the way it moved so freely and showed so vividly in his slacks, she had also become quite adept at 'accidentally' brushing her ass against his lengthy bulge whenever she found herself in tight quarters with him.

'He looks like a fucking vampire; a vampire with a beautiful cock,' she thought.

Jill often wondered how Trent got away with looking so casual and downright rough in such a professional work environment. Then she thought about all the water cooler gossip among her female co-workers regarding how "well hung Trent is" and how "voracious his appetites are in bed." Many of her friends at work, including Jennifer, the owner of the company, were always telling her how much they enjoy his "huge, hungry cock."

Jill's boss was married; happily married, in fact, and Jill thought that Jennifer had always been faithful to her husband. One day over lunch, however, that notion was blown out of the water when Jennifer couldn't help but giggle about Trent's cock and how that very morning in her office he had just torn her apart with it. She was ecstatic, raving to Jill about all the wild sex they'd been having.

'Now Trent seems to be turning his attention to me,' Jill smiled to herself, anxiously perusing the sexier outfits in her closet. 'It's about time,' she thought, her smile curling into a mischievous grin.

While truly not the least bit vain or arrogant, nevertheless Jill knew she was gorgeous; people made that perfectly clear to her practically everywhere she went. She knew she wasn't merely 'pretty,' 'cute' or 'attractive.' She also wasn't just 'doing well for her age,' which was not yet an issue for her at a very youthful-appearing thirty-one.

She was under no illusions that she was anything but a total knockout, at least whenever she wanted to be. Even her husband's friends could barely contain themselves around her.

Ah yes, her husband. Jill was married; which, at that particular moment, she rather regretted.

Her husband was a good man and a caring husband, she had to admit. Always faithful, never short-tempered, he was very understanding and supportive. He'd been a great friend, and over their six years of marriage they had managed to carve out a nice, comfortable existence together.

"Comfortable," Jill said with derision, gazing into her closet's mirror. "I want more than 'comfortable.' I'll bet Trent would show me more than just comfort," she added with a trace of bitterness, fidgeting in her bath towel. "Why is it that everyone but my 'comfortable' husband acts like they can barely stop themselves from ripping my clothes off and fucking me senseless?" she continued, speaking to the mirror. 

She began to feel angry, and a new resolve washed over her. 

Dropping her towel, she said, "Well, my 'comfortable' hubby, if you're not going to appreciate this hot wife of yours, then maybe I'll give other men more of what they've been asking for."

She studied herself in the mirror, justifiably pleased with what she saw. She decided her husband was an idiot for not wanting to ravage her the moment she walked through the door every night.

Standing sidelong to her mirror, she ran her scarlet nails down her taut stomach and wonderfully ripe thighs before trailing her fingertips back up to her smooth, tight bubble ass. Inspecting herself very thoroughly, she decided that she absolutely adored her lush, sensual curves.

Many men had told her that her ass was her greatest physical asset. Touching herself, she could see their point. She knew she had a delectable bottom.

She caressed the soft, silky folds of her hairless pussy, delighted that she had treated herself to a complete waxing. Although she'd always kept her full, pouting labia and pretty pucker bare, she usually maintained a small, neat patch of dark fur above her pussy. She'd only recently stripped it utterly clean, and she savored the thought.

She had long fought a battle with herself over her pussy lips. She knew she didn't have what the men in her office jokingly referred to as a "butter knife wound" type of pussy in which almost nothing is visible except for a straight, discreet slit; the kind of pussy one expects to see on a twelve-year-old girl.

No, she had very prominent labia, like succulent rose petals. Even when she wasn't excited - which lately hadn't often been the case, since she was in a nearly permanent state of arousal - her pouting inner lips extended well beyond her outer labia. When she was totally wet and wanting a good fuck, her sex flowered open, practically palpitating.

As she studied her open, glistening pussy in the mirror, she was amazed by how eloquently it described her turned-on mood.

It was her gorgeously slutty-looking pussy, she realized, that made her finally decide to break down and wax her mons completely bare. She had guessed that her very womanly pussy lips combined with a young girl's smooth, hairless mound would make for quite the striking visual, and the image reflected in her mirror confirmed that she'd been correct.

'My pussy, not my ass...my pussy is my best feature,' she thought, stroking her slit with painted fingertips. Covering them in silky wetness, she brought them one by one to her mouth, tasting herself. 'Mmmm, definitely my pussy.'

Flexing her thighs, she again admired their sleek, rounded lines. She loved how her legs looked so strong leading up to her smooth, blemish-free ass, which had no sag at all, she noted with pride.

Turning her back to the mirror, she also noted the beautiful gap at the top of her thighs, thrilling over the way it framed her gorgeous sex so invitingly.

Again turning sidelong to the mirror, she arched her elegant back while cupping her large, firm breasts.

Stacey, her friend at work, always told everybody that Jill's breasts were her best physical feature. As Jill studied them in the mirror, she couldn't really argue the point. She hefted her breasts and released them, once again noting with satisfaction that despite their ample size they merely bounced once before coming to rest. They didn't flop or sag at all.

'Perfect tits,' she thought, caressing her outrageously erect nipples.

Jill's areolas were rosy pink, and they glowed in beautiful contrast to her warm skin tone. She truly had the longest, thickest nipples she'd ever seen. Not even her sisters' nipples were quite as prominent, though their breasts were just as large.

Between her incredible breasts and those tantalizing nipples, Jill felt truly blessed.

She tugged on them, laughing to herself, 'I'm like a female version of Trent the Vampire, with his big cock! We belong together!'

Noticing that it was getting late and she had better get a move on if she hoped to catch her train on time, she stopped playing with herself and began to get dressed.

Deciding that she really wanted to up the ante that day with her flirting, she pulled out her sexiest work skirt. Though not as tiny as any of the micro-minis she typically wore to go clubbing, it was the shortest one she could hope to get away with while maintaining at least the facade of professional business attire. It probably was still too short for work, but her office had scheduled that day as their once-a-month "Casual Friday."

She grinned to herself, 'Screw 'em if they can't take a joke. I'm going to have some fun today.'

The skirt was a skintight charcoal gray wool number that only extended eight inches below her pussy, and the four-inch slits on each side exposed quite a bit more thigh. Trying it on, she realized it was shorter than she'd thought. She knew she would have to be careful how she sat.

Debating between tops, she first picked out a business blouse in sheer black. She wanted to wear it braless but knew there was no way she could get away with that at work, not unless she never took off her jacket.

Since it was going to be a warm day, she decided against the blouse. Instead she pulled on a formfitting, uncommonly thin turtleneck sweater. It was made from a light, breathable cotton, so it wouldn't be overly hot, and it described her torso like a second skin. Her nipples were screaming beacons in that top. Because the material was black, it wasn't too very see-through, yet she could still clearly make out the sexy silhouette of her breasts and nipples.

'Bra, or no bra?' she pondered, turning to check out her profile in the mirror.

Her nipples were scandalously obvious. It was almost obscene.

'So? Lots of women in the city show their high beams,' she decided, giggling to herself. 

Having already shaved and creamed her legs to a smooth, glossy finish, she opted to leave them bare.

'Panties, or no panties?' 

She sat on the bed and crossed her legs, facing the mirror. Without a doubt, she caught a glimpse of her naked pussy. She tried it again, crossing them more carefully.

It was close.

She stood and faced away from the mirror to check her coverage from the rear. Bending from the waist as if she were leaning over a desk, she saw that the tops of her thighs showed, but no ass or pussy. She bent over a bit more, the way she would if she were retrieving something from a low filing cabinet. 

Pussy lips. Pouting pussy lips and perfect ass crescents. 

'So hot,' she thought. 

Just to be funny she slid her skirt up a little higher, until she could see her asshole; flexing it, making it wink, she made herself laugh.

Moving over to her dresser, she pulled out a pair of transparent silver bikini panties. After slipping them on, she moved back to her spot on the bed in front of the mirror where she again tried crossing her legs.

She caught a flash of silver and a hint of her slit.

'Nice,' she smiled.

Uncrossing her legs, she sat up straight and brought her knees together.

She could still see all the way up her thighs to her silver panties. Her slit wasn't visible, though. Giggling to herself again, she wantonly spread her legs; she could see her entire pussy, only lightly shrouded in a silver haze.

Standing and bending at the waist until her panties came into view, she saw her ass crack and full pink lips through the sheer material.

'Perfect,' she thought. Her tiny panties would allow her to show her pussy and do some serious flirting while still maintaining a necessary modicum of plausible deniability. 'Besides, if a naughty opportunity presents itself, I can always just slip them off.'

Smiling to herself, she decided to wear them. 

She slid on a pair of black pumps, noting that the sexy heels made her tits and ass stand out even more attractively while also making her legs look absolutely spectacular.

Grabbing her small purse, she headed for the door.

~ ~ ~

"There she is!" Gary blurted to his buddy Darren.

Gary and Darren were a couple of casually dressed business types waiting for their train to arrive. Jill had just walked up, and was waiting too. Standing only a few feet in front of them, the backs of her bare thighs shone golden in the morning sun.

Gary and Darren had noticed Jill on other occasions during their daily commute, so they were really looking forward to that morning's train ride.

"Look how short her skirt is today!" Darren guffawed.

"Jesus, could you possibly say it any louder?" Gary hissed, elbowing him.

The train arrived, and the doors whooshed open. Jill moved up the steps, her two admirers falling in right behind her.

Darren made a goofy gesture, as if he was going to duck his head beneath the back of Jill's skirt.

Gary did him one better, quickly slipping his cell phone under her skirt to snap off a few pictures. 

Climbing the steps, Jill's ass was directly in Darren's face. He hung back a bit, trying to get a clear shot up her skirt; when she reached the last two steps, he was rewarded with a beautiful vision of heavenly pussy through sheer panties.

"Dude!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Turning to see what the commotion was about, Jill immediately realized she was giving the two guys behind her a perfect upskirt shot. She smiled to herself and flashed them a sexy grin before continuing on up, her two admirers following closely behind.

Since she knew she had a good twenty minutes before the train would arrive at her stop, she moved to the back of the car.

The guys moved all the way to the back as well, only one close body-space behind her.

The car was full, so Jill had to stand while holding the grab rail above her head. Her position stretched her torso taut, forcing her to thrust her chest out. The speeding train occasionally jostled everyone, making her braless breasts quiver beneath her clinging lightweight top, she noted with satisfaction. She enjoyed the feeling of knowing people were staring at her beautiful legs and gorgeous tits, and her nipples grew erect.

Though she hadn't been paying any attention, her car had somewhat emptied out following a few stops. She was lost in her own world, thinking about the flirting fun she hoped to have that day with Trent. She was also beginning to regret her decision to wear panties, knowing she'd just given her two leering admirers such a perfect upskirt shot. 

She didn't move to take a seat, and neither did the guys. Although he wasn't touching her, Gary had stepped up close behind Jill, while Darren had positioned himself to her side. With the only other occupants sitting in the middle and forward sections, the three of them had the back of the car to themselves.

Darren motioned for the camera, and Gary passed it over to him. Darren again slipped it beneath Jill's skirt, where he shot a few more pictures before passing the camera back to his buddy. 

With an eager grin, Gary began scrolling through the pictures.

When Jill caught his goofy grin, he gave her a lopsided smirk. She also caught the smile on Darren's face as Gary passed the camera right back to him.

Curious, Jill wanted to see what they were looking at, especially after Gary gave her another dopey grin when Darren again handed him back the camera. They were both smiling at her, and she ping-ponged her glance back and forth between them.

"Okay, what are you two smiling so goofily about?" Jill finally asked, breaking the ice.

"Oh, nothing," Darren said, grinning at Gary. 

"Yeah, is it so unusual for two guys to smile at a beautiful woman? I'm sure you get that all the time," added Gary. 

Jill gave him a wry smile. "Sure, whatever. What's with the camera?"

"Should we show her?" Darren asked, teasingly.

"Nah. She wouldn't want to see."

Jill rolled her eyes at them. They seemed totally harmless, plus they were after all on a public train. She offered them a cute smirk. "Okay, fine, I'll play your little game. What's on your camera, since it has you two mooning at each other like a couple of love-sick gibbons?"

Gary laughed, "You've got it all wrong, pretty lady. We're not the ones doing the mooning," he said, conspicuously leering down at her skirt before raising his smile back to her face.

"You're not the ones doing...what? Huh? You...oh, wait. You didn't..." Jill said, finally catching on. "Tell me you didn't."

"We did!" laughed Darren. "Still wanna see?"

Jill made a quick lunge, trying to snatch the camera from Gary, who raised it high above her head. She reached up to grab it, forcing her breasts to press against him. Gary let her hop up and down a bit before tossing the camera to Darren, who made a big production of scrolling through the pictures.

Deciding to try a different approach, Jill turned to Darren with her hands clasped innocently behind her back. "Pweeeeease?" she asked, all sugary sweet baby-talk, giving him a comically sad pouty-face.

She was enjoying their silly little game. They were both quite good-looking, and she knew they had been taking peeks up her skirt. She was becoming genuinely turned on.

She moved to Darren's side, trying to look over his shoulder at the pictures. Leaning into him, she conspicuously pressed her erect nipple against his upper arm.

Gary moved behind her so he could look over her shoulder and check out what she was seeing on the camera screen. In doing so, he also pressed against her ass.

He couldn't tell whether Jill had noticed. She'd given no response. She'd merely pressed herself even more firmly against Darren's arm.

Jill had in fact noticed. In the same way that she was pressing her breast against the one guy's arm, she felt the guy behind her intentionally pressing his crotch into her soft, smooth bottom. She didn't want the guy with the camera to move away; she wanted to see what was on that thing. She knew her nipples had become erect, which they always did at the first sign of attention, and she correctly figured that once the guy felt them pressing into his arm he wasn't about to go anywhere.

She smiled to herself, thinking, 'I can't believe this. I don't even know these guys, and here I am, letting myself be sandwiched between them on a moving train just so I can see some upskirt shots they took of my ass.'

She shook her head over her audacity. Still, she really did want to see those pictures, and Darren was letting her look as he showed them to Gary.

"This one came out great..." Darren said, showing them a picture of Jill's ass with one leg ahead of the other. Although her pussy came out a bit blurry, her deep divide showed crisp and clear; they could definitely tell that her panties were silver and totally see-through.

He clicked on the next shot, which made Jill gasp and blush. Her pussy was vividly on display; in fact, it was really nothing more than a shot of her panties-covered lips, with only a little of the bottom of her ass evident.

Jill flushed when she felt Gary's cock harden against her ass. She didn't move away; she merely shifted her stance. Gary's left hand was down by her bare thigh, seemingly trapped by their bodies pressing together.


The Taking of Jill



"Guys, that wasn't very nice," she grinned, as they all continued to stare at the picture of her pussy. "You took advantage of me. You could easily get arrested for doing things like that, especially if it's the wrong person, at the wrong time."

"I couldn't help it," Gary responded. "You were definitely the right person, at the right time. Look at you. You were born for this. I mean there you were, looking the way you do, wearing what you're wearing. It was like my camera had a mind of its own. It just sort of leapt out of my pants!"

Testing the waters, he began moving his hips just a bit, dragging his full erection back and forth across her ass.

Charged with sexual excitement, Jill reached back to stroke his cock. "I don't think it was your camera that wanted to leap out of your pants," she teased, grinning over her shoulder at him.

Darren didn't know what was going on behind him. He only knew that he had an amazingly hot woman pressing her gorgeous breasts against his arm, and her nipples were obviously hard. They were standing tall beneath her thin top, calling to him for attention. 

He just didn't know what to do about it. He wasn't sure what he could risk with her.

Gary harbored no such doubts. She was stroking his cock on a public train, so he slid his hand up her thigh, slowly slipping it beneath her skirt. She looked back at him, her excited eyes encouraging him to explore further, and he moved his hand to her ass. He touched her cheek where it was exposed beyond her panties; when she responded with a quiet moan and a subtle dancing of her curvy bottom, he ran his hand down the center, over her rounded split.

Glancing back, Darren noticed that she was no longer looking at him or the camera; her eyes unfocused, she had her head pressed against his shoulder.

Gary slid his hand around to the front of her panties, firmly cupping her pussy, and Darren didn't miss her sudden movement. Her hips twitched, then she quickly hunched down on Gary's hand.

Darren looked at Gary, who grinned back as if to say, "Dude! Can you believe this?"

Jill again caught their exchanged looks. She loved the way they were freaking out over her. She just absolutely loved it. They were on a public train so she knew she wouldn't let it go too far, yet once their flirty little mid-morning interlude had taken a decided turn to the erotic she'd decided to kick off her day with a bang!

"Yes," she smiled to Darren, "your friend has his hand beneath my skirt. He's touching my wet pussy."

"Dude, seriously, I am! I'm touching her pussy!" Gary said, slipping his hand inside her panties. "Oh my god, she's totally shaved! You gotta feel this!"

Darren looked pleadingly at Jill, and she nodded.

"Here, take this!" he said, frantically handing the camera back to Gary.

Jill laughed, enjoying their boyish enthusiasm. "If you two are going to take sneaky little pictures of my pussy, let's do this right. Here, hold on a sec...." Giving them a wicked grin, she reached beneath her skirt and shimmied out of her panties. After leaning forward to slip them over her heels, she stood and held them up for the guys to see before dropping them into her purse.

"That's better," she said, taking Darren's hand and placing it over her moist sex. As soon as he started fingering her, she looked back to smile at Gary. "Take a picture of my naked pussy when I'm cumming, okay? That's the one I want to see."

She pressed her pussy onto Darren's hand, and he easily slid two fingers deep into her drenched cunt. Gasping, she bit his shoulder. "Mmmm, yes, fuck me hard. Imagine it's your long, thick cock pounding my married pussy on a crowded train. Fuck me...fuck me...."

Darren drove his fingers inside her, and she couldn't stand still. Her ass moved in rhythm with his hand as she continued jacking Gary's erection through his pants.

Though Gary tried to hold the camera near her pussy, their bodies were moving so much that he couldn't keep it steady.

Darren pulled her skirt over her hips before taking the camera back from Gary. Jill's pussy was completely exposed, as was her naked bottom, which Gary began to stroke and squeeze with both hands. She continued to give him a handjob through his pants, and he breathed in her ear, "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum."

Unzipping him, she panted, "Do it. Cum on my ass." Once she'd pulled his cock free, she hissed, "When you feel me starting to cum, I want you to cum all over my bare ass."

She was almost there.

"Just like that! Keep going! I'm...oh god, I'm about to...cum!"

She shrieked into Darren's shoulder, trying to muffle her scream as he began clicking off shot after shot of her pussy's clenching spasms on his fingers.

Feeling his leg suddenly becoming wet, he thought she'd even peed on him; that is, until he looked down and watched in total amazement as her pussy squirted clear cum.

Jill allowed herself to continue cumming; she was having her best orgasm in ages, and wasn't about to stop it. Completely letting go, she cried out as her pussy kept gushing and gushing; she simply let it happen, loving every second of her wild ride.

Gary couldn't hold out any longer; exploding against her bare bottom, rope after rope of his hot cum drenched her ass and thighs. As he shot off into her ass crack, splattering her tight little pucker and even her pussy, she sexily writhed on his pulsing length. Continuing her manic stroking of his erupting cock, she pressed the head up and down her deep divide, nearly taking him inside when his heavily ridged crown split her spread lips. His hips were jerking, and still she relentlessly tugged away on his flagging shaft, until finally he began to laugh and frantically yelp, "Stop! Stop! Too sensitive! Stop!"

Once he had calmed down, she used his shirt to wipe his cum off her ass, then she wiped her hand on Darren's pants, noticing for the first time how wet they were at the spot where she'd gushed on him.

She couldn't believe it, but she had literally soaked him with her cum! It had been so long, she could scarcely remember the last time she'd enjoyed a gushing orgasm like that, and she was ecstatic.

"Did you get the pictures?" she asked Darren excitedly, fairly beaming.

"Let's see...." He held up the camera, and they all laughed when they saw that it was dripping wet.

He scrolled through the pictures, but the new ones of her pussy cumming were all just indistinguishable blurs, like trying to see through a windshield during a heavy rainstorm when the wipers aren't working.

"Oh well, at least we got the other shots," he chuckled. "Seriously, though, I thought you were peeing on me!"

"Yes, well, I noticed you sure didn't seem to mind. You were gladly letting me pee on you. Maybe next time, hmmm?"

She flashed him another wicked grin.

He made a shocked face, and her flirty grin melted into a softer, warmer smile. "Alas, no, I wasn't peeing on you. I came so hard that you made me gush cum. God, that was so hot. Still, I can't believe I just did that! I can't believe we just did that! I don't even know you two sickos, and you just made me cum all over you on a public train!"

"Dude," Darren said, glancing at Gary, "you look like you're in shock."

"You would, too, if she just did to you what she did to me!"

He gazed at Jill in total awe.

"I wish," Darren said, smiling to her. "I wish," he repeated, again giving Jill a pleading look.

She offered him a sexy come-on grin. "Who knows? I never expected any of this to happen, yet here we are, so maybe next time it'll be your lucky day."

"It already has been!" they both said, and they laughed at themselves for saying the same thing simultaneously.

Smiling, she added, "Mine, too. That was a total blast, but I do have to get going now. My stop is coming up."

Reaching into her purse, she pulled her panties back out. "Cover me," she giggled, pushing Darren and Gary together, making them stand in front of her. She'd just noticed that their car wasn't nearly as empty as she had thought; while she and her two guys had been playing, other people had apparently boarded the train. She hadn't paid any attention, and there were at least five new people staring at her, mouths agape.

A pack of strangers had just watched her have explosive sex on a train, including a wide-eyed mother and her snickering mid-teens son and daughter.

"Oh, god," sighed Jill.

Still feeling hornier than she could ever remember, she knew she had to get out of there before she did something really crazy. She slid her panties up her glistening wet thighs, until her dripping pussy was safely covered again. After pulling her skirt back down, she sexily stretched onto her tiptoes while running her hands through her long hair.

As the train slowed to a stop, she moved towards the exit.

Darren called to her, "Wait! At least tell us your name!"

"I'm Jill!" she called back, stopping to blow them a kiss before happily bounding out the door.

~ ~ ~

"Wow!" Jennifer said to a grinning Jill. "Aren't you just Miss Hot Sex today!"

Pouring them each a cup of coffee, she motioned Jill into her office for their usual morning chat. They always began their day at work that way, catching up with each other over coffee about whatever was going on in their lives. 

"So, what gives, girl?" grinned Jennifer. "That's the sexiest thing you've ever worn to work. If you're not careful, you're going to put someone's eye out with those happy nipples of yours! No bra, too! Got a hot date, or what?"

"No, nothing like that. I guess I've just been feeling restless and...bored. I've been really down lately, and wanted to spice things up a bit."

"You mean spice things up at home? How are things with you and Allan these days? Have they improved at all?"

"No, they haven't," said Jill, sadly. "Nothing ever changes. He's so totally wrapped up in his work that he barely knows I'm alive. He's still vaguely affectionate to me, but we're more like comfortable friends instead of husband and wife, if you know what I mean. I miss feeling passion. I miss being desired. Jen, I miss having sex!"

"You're still an awfully young woman to be living without passion, I agree," Jennifer said, with genuine concern. "So, okay, if you're not trying to spice things up with Allan by wearing this outfit, then what gives? Who are you wearing it for?"

"Myself, I guess," Jill said, allowing herself a small, rueful smile. "I've just been feeling restless lately, really restless, even more than usual. I feel like my life is wasting away. I'm not actively living it; I'm just going along with this boring ride. So, I've decided to change things. I'm taking matters into my own hands a lot lately, trying to excite myself."

"Masturbation, you mean?" asked Jennifer gently. 

"Well, yes, there's been lots of that, too," Jill said with a laugh. "My neighbors must think I'm strangling cats in my bedroom, what with all the moaning and thrashing they're hearing every time I fuck myself after Allan leaves for work. I love masturbating, but that's not what I mean about taking matters into my own hands. I'm trying to change what I do with my life, to get more involved in creating my own happiness, rather than just sitting back and waiting for 'whatever' to happen. Like I said, I'm trying to jump-start my life. I'm trying to excite myself!"

"Like with that outfit?" giggled Jennifer. "I'd say you're trying to excite all of us, not just yourself. Do you have any idea how amazing you look in that sweater? I mean, seriously?"

"What, you don't like my skirt?" Jill teased.

Jennifer grinned. "You know, I didn't even notice it. I was too distracted by that awesome top! Your tits should be illegal, you sexy bitch. But yeah, stand up. Let me see that skirt."

Coming to her feet, Jill did a playful twirl for her friend before sitting back down and demurely crossing her legs.

Jennifer let out a low whistle. "Again...wow. That has to be the shortest skirt you've ever worn to work. Girl, I'll say this: You definitely have courage to wear something like that. I don't know that I could do it, not to work; then again, I don't have the body to pull it off nearly as well as you do. Between your incredible tits, those perfect legs and that tight little cheerleader's ass, it's a marvel I don't stab you in the neck out of envy. I swear, as hot as you always look, I'm surprised you don't get attacked the moment you leave the house.

"Speaking of which, dressed like that, how did you get to work today? Didn't you say you've been taking the train lately?"

"Yep," Jill said, smiling again. "I took the train today."

Noticing the immediate change in Jill's expression upon the mentioning of the train ride, Jennifer grinned, "Okay, spill it. I know that smile, so what happened?"

"Oh, nothing much," Jill giggled, which made Jennifer happy. In addition to being Jill's supervisor at work she loved her as a person, considering her a lifelong friend. She just wanted Jill to be happy again.

"Describe 'nothing much,'" Jennifer said, enjoying the thought of what might have happened with her gorgeous friend wearing such a sexy outfit on a crowded train.

Jill told her everything; well, at least everything that happened on the train. She omitted the part about bending down in front of her mirror to check herself out, with and without panties. She figured that telling Jennifer about her train episode would be scandalous enough over morning coffee.

"Jill..." Jennifer began, her concern growing.

"I know, I know. I've never done anything like that before. I didn't plan it. Seriously, it just sort of happened."

"But you let it 'just sort of happen,' and you even egged them on. Do you realize how dangerous that was? You easily could have been raped, you idiot. Sweetheart, c'mon, what's going on with you? Are you cheating on Allan?"

"No," Jill said; fairly unconvincingly, Jennifer thought.

"But you're thinking about it, aren't you? That's really what this is all about, isn't it? Jill, are you wanting out of your marriage?" 

"I don't know. I mean, I really don't know. Okay, yes, maybe. I swear, though, I'm not having an affair. I haven't cheated yet. That's just it: 'yet.' Jennifer, I need some excitement, and I don't think I can sit at home forever waiting for Allan to give it to me. Even in the best of times he was never exactly the most passionate lover I've ever had, and these days we're down to zilch. Where am I going to find excitement now, or am I just supposed to give up? I don't think I could stand that."

"What about Allan? Are you thinking of having affairs, or one-night stands, or are you prepared to seek a divorce?"

"I don't know, Jennifer. How do you do it? Seriously, how do you stay happily married while screwing Trent behind Peter's back? I have to say, you seem genuinely happy. You don't appear to be the least bit guilt-ridden by the knowledge that you're cheating on Peter with some young stud in the office. Peter seems happy, too. You both seem truly happy together."

"I guess it's just different," replied Jennifer.

"Different, how?" 

"We're just different couples, Peter and I, and you and Allan. I can't explain it."

"Well, at least explain one thing..." said Jill, choosing her words carefully. "Does Peter know?"

"Yes, Peter knows. Not all the specifics, though."

"What does he know, specifically?" grinned Jill.

Jennifer took a deep breath. "Peter knows that I love him, and that I would never have some secret affair behind his back. He certainly knows I will never leave him. He also knows I'm a very sexual woman and that, like your Allan, he's away on business quite often, and I can get lonely, too. He knows I have a fondness for large cocks, going back to our college years together. I guess you could say we have an agreement, of sorts. We know sex isn't love, and we love each other very much. He knows in general terms that every so often I will take a lover merely for fun sex, and he's perfectly fine with it. The main thing is that we remain honest with each other, and we do.

"I don't know, Jill. Of course not every husband could deal with it the way Peter does. He's not an insecure man, and he knows I love him and his spectacular cock more than anything."

Smiling at the mention of Peter's cock, Jill sighed. "You and I both know Allan is not that liberal-minded, and while he's not small or anything, he's nowhere near as well-endowed as your Peter. There is no way he would just let me fuck Trent."

"Who said we were talking about you fucking Trent?" grinned Jennifer. "Oh, now I get it! So that's what this is all about!" she laughed, crowing with glee while gesturing to Jill's hot body and sexy clothes. "The Great Mystery is solved! You're trying to seduce Trent!"

Blushing, Jill lowered her head. She didn't say a word.

Jennifer suddenly realized how accurately her remark had hit home, and she regretted making light of it. "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry. This is serious, isn't it? Are you really thinking about having sex with Trent?"

"I don't know!" Jill exclaimed, her face rising in anguish. "If I have an affair, Allan will definitely divorce me!"

"Knowing that, would you tell him?"

"I think I'd have to. I don't know that I could live a lie while having affairs behind his back. Maybe I could, but what would be the point? Why stay married if I'm just going to cheat on him?"

"That's true. It's not like you need him for his money. You make more than he does, and you have no children. It comes down to whether you really want to stay married? If you're going to start sleeping around in a passionless marriage you don't even want to be in, yes, you may as well just end it. Absolutely, go ahead and gain your freedom."

She took Jill's hands. "With that being said, don't end your marriage over a huge cock. If you want a divorce, fine, and if this wild desire for excitement is a symptom of your marriage simply not working for you, that's also fine. Just don't base your decision on some random extramarital fling, no matter how great the sex. That would be crazy. No sex is worth giving up a good marriage."

"My marriage isn't what I would call 'good,' though, and I can't help but notice that when you talk about the 'extramarital fling' you keep mentioning how huge the cock is and how great the sex is," Jill said, smiling daggers at her friend.

"Oh, I won't deny that!" said Jennifer, laughing like a horny schoolgirl. "His cock is enormous, and the sex is absolutely amazing!"

Jill giggled, "Okay, Little Miss Size Queen, exactly how 'enormous' are we talking here? I don't even think I'd want some crazy porn cock that's a foot and a half long and thicker than my forearm."

"No doubt. We both enjoy sucking cock too much, and we love anal. God, even too much in my pussy is, well, too much. I want pleasure, not pain. We would never want some outrageous elephant cock."

"So...?" smiled Jill.

"Okay, fine. He's like this..." Jennifer said, holding her hands ten inches apart. Giggling, she spread them another foot. "It feels more like this, though. It's also really thick," she grinned, making a half-circle with her hand. "I can't get my fingers all the way around it. I've had a couple that were even longer, but his is definitely the thickest. I swear, it's literally perfect. It's not so ridiculously huge that I can't still take it down my throat or in my ass, and it feels absolutely divine deep inside my pussy. It's just gorgeous, too. It gets so damn hard, like a teenager's cock, and it has this delicious little banana bend. Mmmmmm-hmmm, he hits all the right spots when he pounds my pussy."

"You're not helping here, you know," Jill sighed, rubbing her thighs together.

Noticing her horny friend's obvious signs of arousal, Jennifer grinned wickedly. "Still, as great as it is, his awesome dick isn't the main thing about him. You know the real reason so many women here love to fuck him?"




The Taking of Jill



Jill looked at her like she was crazy. "One, he's drop dead gorgeous. Two, he apparently has the cock of a god. Am I getting warm?"

"Actually, no, that's not it. Sure, his cock is incredible, and he's a total babe, but that's really not it. We've probably both fucked plenty of great-looking guys with nice cocks who just didn't do it for us. I know I have."

"Yes, I have too," admitted Jill. "Okay, so what is it? What's so special about him that the women here all seem willing to risk their marriages just for the chance to become another notch on his bedpost?"

"Jill, he's amazing," Jennifer said wistfully. "I've never been with anybody who makes having sex so much fun. He absolutely loves sex. Any sex. All sex. No holds barred, anything you want, and he can go forever, often not even stopping after he orgasms. Also, he shoots cum like a geyser. It's a to-die-for feeling when there's so much cum that my pussy can't hold it all, and it drips into my asshole. The biggest thing, though, is that he simply has no inhibitions, and his enthusiasm, his boundless sexual appetite, is totally contagious. Before you know it, you're doing things you never could have imagined! He makes you want it so badly; all of it, just...sex. We're talking pure, wild, animalistic fucking. You end up craving it every bit as much as he does."

Again, Jill didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Jennifer could see that the frustrated young wife was silently screaming, 'Damn it, that's exactly what I want!'

~ ~ ~

"Jesus, check out Jill!" said Bill sotto voce to Trent.

They were shooting the breeze in Bill's office when Jill walked by. Noticing their stares, she returned Bill's leering smile with a small grin before stopping at a desk directly in front of them. Leaning on it with one hand, she slowly bent down to adjust her heel.

The side-on view Bill and Trent enjoyed was of her firm, braless breasts in silhouette, her nipples erect from the constant friction of her tight top and her sexy talk with Jennifer. Her formfitting skirt rode up her bare thighs, nearly exposing the beginning curves of her ass. The light layer of wool stretched tautly across her supple bottom, framing it beautifully as she stood perched on one leg atop her high heels.

Bent over so invitingly, with one heel raised, her curvaceous ass was pure temptation.

"Fuck, I'd love to bury my face in that..." whispered Bill.

Trent said nothing; his eyes had become narrow, unblinking slits. When Jill suddenly stood again, her breasts bounced prettily before coming to a perfectly pouting rest inside her thin top. Watching her, Trent's nostrils flared.

Giving her skirt a gentle tug, Jill offered the two men a parting smile before continuing down the hall, a decided wiggle playing on her hips.

Later that day Bill and Trent were in the business office when Jill and Sue, another co-worker, came into the room. Bill stood reading a newspaper beside the copier while Trent sat at a table shuffling through stacks of paperwork.

Trent looked up when the two women entered the room, and Jill caught his glance. Unsmiling, he just stared, though there was a decided gleam in his eyes.

Jill needed to make some copies, but Bill was blocking her path by standing between the table and the copier. Rather than walk around the table to make her approach from the other side, Jill simply slid in front of Bill, edging her way through. With her back to him, she set her hands on the counter top while moving her hips and ass across his crotch.

"Excuse me," she smiled sweetly.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw that Trent was watching. Never changing her expression, she subtly pushed her ass into Bill's hardening cock before continuing on by.

Once she was in front of the copier, she loaded it and waited while it whirred and whooshed. Returning her hands to the counter, she gently swayed her ass back and forth, rocking from hip to hip as if moving to her own music.

When her copies were finished, she gathered them up while taking a quick peek over her shoulder. Bill was ready for her to wedge on by again, but she walked around the table to where Trent sat.

At the hint of her perfume, his nostrils flared again.

Standing directly beside him, she leaned over to place her papers on the table. She bent at the waist as she leaned down, ostensibly to check through the stack.

Seemingly satisfied with her work, she arched her back and raised her arms high above her head, affecting a relaxing stretch. Pressing her hands to her tummy, she pulled her sweater nice and tight. Her large breasts thrust out proudly above the tapering contours of her stomach, her nipples standing at attention in stark relief.

She risked a sideways glance at Trent; when their eyes met in a discreet dance of wills, she flashed a teasing smile. In return, he offered only a slight raising of one corner of his roguish mouth, yet there was no mistaking the intensity in his gaze.

'An acknowledgement smirk. Nice,' she thought, grinning to herself.

~ ~ ~

It was the following Monday when Jennifer called everybody together for a meeting.

"Okay, guys, I have an announcement. The numbers are in, and we have our winners for the company contest. As you know, only the top two performers get to go. Sure, while this is really nothing more than a reward vacation for a job well done, the company also wants the tax write-off. That being the case, our winners will need to attend a seminar with one of our clients. Don't worry, it will only be a single three-hour session, dinner included. At least try to pretend to pay attention when you're there, 'k? Just don't embarrass us, that's all I ask. Otherwise, go and have fun! You've earned it!"

Everyone let out a mock cheer, and a paper airplane flew over their heads.

Jennifer grinned. "Buncha doofuses. Oh, and in case anyone cares, this year we're doing something a little different. We're not sending you off to Cabo, Vegas or Hawaii again. Nope, this time our winners are going to have an all-expenses-paid, seven-day vacation in...Paris!"

Everyone whooped it up except Bill, who joked to Sue, "Watch, it's probably Paris, Texas."

"No, smartass," smiled Jennifer. "It's the real deal, as in Paris, France, beginning a week from Friday. Each winner will receive their own suite at a converted eighteenth-century palace, the Hôtel de Crillon, on the Place de la Concorde. You'll be right in the heart of it all, just steps away from the Champs-Elysees and many of the major sights of the City of Lights. Something a little different this time, is the point. We're also adding a new twist we think you might really like. Instead of only having two winners, we're going to give you a choice. We can do the two winners plus their spouses, or we can go with four people from the office, in which case the spouses can still go but it will have to be on their own dime. It's your call, so take a vote."

"Screw the spouses! Who would want to go to Paris with their spouse anyway?" shouted the unmarried Bill, and everybody laughed. 

A quick vote was taken, and it was determined that the unmarrieds outnumbered the marrieds, the consensus being that rather than waste such a cool trip on boring spouses it would be much better to share the wealth among themselves.

Jennifer said, "Alrighty then! It looks like the vote is for a company stag party in Paris!"

A big cheer went up, and everyone laughed.

She continued, "Okay, so the first and second place winners this year are, shockingly enough...Bill and Dana!"

"Big surprise there. Bill has even less of a life than I do," Jill quipped to Sue.

Jennifer continued, "And our two extra winners are...Trent and Jill!"

Sue squealed with delight for her friend. Jumping up and down while shouting and clapping, she slapped Jill hard on the ass, making Jill jump too.

An embarrassed Jill just stood there, rubbing her bottom while wagging her finger in joking admonishment at Sue. Scanning the room, she looked over at Bill, who was whooping it up with anyone within arm's reach.

When Jennifer gave her a bemused smile, she looked back questioningly. Grinning, Jennifer just stuck out her tongue.

Noticing that Trent was also looking at Jennifer, Jill watched as they exchanged unblinking stares. When Jennifer raised her eyebrows at him, Trent finally smiled, and she returned his smile. 

He slowly turned his gaze to Jill, his little smile not budging an inch. He fixed his grin on her, and Jill turned back to Jennifer, who responded by giving her a comically overdone "Who? Me?" smile of feigned innocence.

Jill looked back at Trent, who seemingly still hadn't blinked. He was giving her a small, wolfish grin. She took a deep breath, making her breasts nearly burst from her tight sweater, and shot him a coy smile.

Then she turned with definite purpose towards her smirking friend.

"Uh-oh!" giggled Jennifer when she noticed Jill making a beeline for her.

Quickly turning tail, she dashed into her office and locked the door, laughing as Jill rattled the knob.

"Jennifer Winslow! You big coward, open this door!"

~ ~ ~

"Madame, I am greatly sorry for the inconvenience, but we do not have four separate suites reserved for your party. We only have two, and your friends from America checked into them last night."

Jill stood there in disbelief, staring at a desk manager named Pascal. 

"This can't be happening," she said, holding her head in her hands. 

"What would you suggest, Monsieur?" Trent asked.

"S'il vous plait, if I may," said Pascal. "Please, allow me to see what I may arrange. Pardon me while I make a phone call. You have my sincerest apologies, and I shall return in just a moment...."

Jill stood in the lobby of the Hôtel de Crillon, awed at her surroundings yet frustrated by her plight.

Besides worrying that she was going to be stuck in Paris on a Friday night without a room, she was also still reeling from the dirty trick Jennifer had played on her. Of course it was a wonderful trick, something only a warm, caring and very generous friend would dare to do, but...still.

She'd gone overboard...way overboard. 

'Sending me off to Paris, with Trent of all people? A week together, all by ourselves? As if Trent will let our having separate rooms be any deterrent! I still don't even know what I want to do about my marriage, and here Jennifer is, feeding me to the wolves!' she thought.

She'd told Allan that she had been assigned to a business conference in Paris. He didn't ask whether he was invited. He merely seemed benignly amused by her good fortune, even if it meant his wife going to Paris without him.

"You're really doing well at your work," he said supportively. "They must think quite highly of you to send you on such an important and expensive business trip." 

When she told him where she'd be staying and who would be coming along, he blandly smiled, "That sounds very nice. I'm sure you guys will have a lot of fun."

Nothing. No response. No real or feigned concern. No expressions of regret that he couldn't accompany her. No warnings to be careful. Just...nothing. She may as well have told him she was popping down to the market to pick up some bagels and paper towels.

'Yes, Allan,' she thought amid the opulence of the grand hotel lobby, 'I'm sure I will have a lot of fun.'

She had decided that one way or the other she was going to leave the old Jill back in America; in Paris she was going to try to be who she wanted to be. She didn't know exactly how far she would go, or even whether she trusted herself to know where her boundaries may lie; she only knew that she was at least going to answer the door should temptation come knocking.

'I'll still call home each night...or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just see about calling him, if and when I please.'

"Good news!" said the returning Pascal, interrupting her thoughts. "It seems we do have one suite available, a very luxurious suite; in fact our richest, most well-appointed suite in the entire hotel. You are welcome to enjoy your stay with us, courtesy of your generous employer. Please, allow me the pleasure of personally escorting you to your accommodations."

And with that, Pascal led Trent and Jill to their suite, which was easily the size of a large apartment home.

The magnificence of the décor was simply astounding to Jill, who gazed in wonder at the embroidered silk drapery and seventeenth-century armoire. Beneath her feet lay an incredible gilded mosaic floor. There were sterling silver candle holders everywhere, and hanging above the great room was a sparkling crystal chandelier.

Though it was all too much to take in at once, the bed simply stunned her. Featuring ornately carved mahogany bedposts, of course it was enormous; it was also so overwhelmingly elegant that she couldn't imagine actually sleeping in it. Along with the beautifully woven tapestry displayed over the matching carved mahogany headboard, there were the finest silk sheets, and the regal canopy nearly made her swoon.

Truly, a sleeping chamber fit for a king.

'Or at least a duke,' she giggled to herself.

"We only recently added this..." Pascal said, gesturing to the two-person Jacuzzi situated adjacent to the bedroom's dark stone fireplace. "Every modern convenience, together with the uniquely elegant accoutrements of eighteenth-century royalty, at your pleasure," he smiled grandly.

~ ~ ~

"I'm going to strangle Jennifer when we get back home," Jill said, shooting Trent a wry grin.

"Oh, I wouldn't be too hard on her," he replied, clearly enjoying Jill's discomfiture.

"That's easy for you to say. You've already been 'too hard' on her," she smirked.

Trent's upper lip curled in amusement.

"Seriously, I can't believe she pulled this on me. Sure, it's no problem for you, but she knows I'm married.

"Anyway, is it just me, or do you also see only one bed here?"

"It's quite a beautiful bed though, isn't it?" he grinned.

"Yes, it is, and that's completely beside the point. Or, knowing her, it's exactly the point, and that's the problem. How could she put us together in the same room, with only one bed? What am I supposed to tell my husband?" 

She wasn't sure whether she believed her own anger; she was just going with it, even if it was only for the sake of appearances. 

Trent studied her, and in an even voice said, "Two things: One, perhaps it was simply an innocent mistake. Maybe she had nothing to do with this room mix-up."

Jill just rolled her eyes, making him laugh.

"Okay, fine," he continued, "but there's still the other thing: I'm not going to tell your husband about this arrangement. He'll never know about it, not unless you tell him."

"Oh, that's just great. Either I sleep with you and tell him about it, thus risking my marriage, or I sleep with you and don't tell him, and now I'm a liar. Either way, she's rigged it so that we'll spend this whole week in bed together. Christ, could she at least have been a bit more subtle about it?"

"Okay, you lost me there. Subtle? What did she need to be subtle about?"

"Look, Trent, since we're in this situation together, you may as well know what's going on. Jennifer and I are close friends. We talk about everything. She knows I've been unhappy in my marriage for a long time now, and this is her way of pushing me into making a decision. Either she wants me to divorce my husband, and this will surely nudge that forward, or she wants me to test my commitment to my marriage; I'm not sure which. Either way...not subtle. Not subtle at all."

"I see," he offered uncertainly, having no idea what else to say.

"It's not your fault, Trent. I certainly don't blame you. You didn't ask for this."

"No, I didn't. This trip couldn't have come as more of a surprise to me, and I knew nothing about your troubled marriage."

"Of course you didn't," she said, fixing him with an accusing grin. "You've been too busy bedding every other married woman in the company. When have you had time to make your way down to my name?"

Although she said it with spite, her tone of voice and accompanying smile indicated she was merely teasing him.

"Believe me, I do wish I'd had the opportunity to get to know you sooner. It's not that I've avoided you, it's simply that we so rarely come into contact with one another."

Laughing, she said, "Trent, you don't have to apologize for not having sex with me! I am a married woman, after all. I'd like to think that I'm nobody's sure-thing, even if they are able to see me every day at work."

"Touché. Still, you say the devious Jennifer set us up. I'm a logical person, so this does make me question why she chose these circumstances? Why you, and why me? Why here? A logical person might wonder what you two have been talking about since it clearly prompted her to pull this trick on you...on us. Might I also add, your attire at work has become very unusual of late." 

"Unusual? Is that how you describe it to Bill?" 

"Please, don't lump me together with Bill. I'd like to think that a blind, deaf mute could tell I'm nothing like Bill. Say what you will about me, but please don't compare me to him."

"My apologies," she said contritely. Pressing onward, she grinned, "You still haven't answered the gist of my question, though. Is 'unusual' really the way you'd describe how I dress for work? You make me sound like a freak."

"Then you have my apologies, as well," he smiled, equally chastened. "Unusual, yes, in the same way that a comet streaking across a starry sky is unusual. Unusual, in the way the light shines at sunset through a blue-green wave on a perfect day at Lahaina. Perhaps I could have chosen a better term, but please don't mistake my intent. Your attire at work has become absolutely stunning, and, if I may be so bold, it's about time. You've never dressed poorly, but over the past few weeks your incredible beauty has finally been on proper display."

"Apology accepted," she said, flashing a charming smile. "In fact, if that's how you always do it, you can apologize to me anytime you want."

"Well, let's just say that it's not as if I intend to make a habit of having to apologize to you. Constantly offending you certainly isn't a part of the master plan," he added, with a wry chuckle.

"It's nice to see you laugh. The way you're always so intense, I was beginning to think you might be an axe murderer. You never smile. Anyway, what's this about a master plan? That sounds rather interesting...and possibly even a bit scary. Should I be frightened? Do I need to call the concierge and request a less stately suite?"

"Please, don't raise the alarm," he grinned. "I'm not much of an axe murderer. I prefer my victims warm and willing, not cold and lifeless."

"So I'm safe here with you?" she smiled coyly.

"Safe from harm? Very much so, fair lady," he said, bowing to kiss her hand. "I shall let no harm come to this sacred vessel," he added, trailing his kiss up to her wrist.

"What about being safe from bed bugs and boogeymen hiding beneath the bed? I think I spy a very large one right now, and though he's not under the bed, he is planning on taking me to bed. So, Mister Boogeyman, just what are we going to do about these sleeping arrangements, hmmm?"

"Seriously?" he asked, his reassuring smile replaced by his usual unblinking gaze.

"Yes, seriously. We need to figure this out. I didn't come to Paris expecting to spend the entire week in a strange bed with an even stranger man," she said, jabbing him with her playful little rejoinder. "So, how are we going to work this?"

"How do you mean?" 

"Bathroom arrangements, showering arrangements...sleeping arrangements?" 

"How would you like this to work?" he asked, deadpan.

"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" she answered, smiling shyly.




The Taking of Jill



"How so?" he replied evenly.

He wanted her to come right out and say it.

"Trent, in case you hadn't noticed, you're a single man, and I'm a married woman. We're going to be sleeping together in an incredibly beautiful bed, in an amazingly romantic setting. Also, if I'm not mistaken, you find me attractive, and I certainly find you very attractive. Then there's the fact that you have quite the reputation for bedding married women."

Grinning, she teased, "Am I painting this picture clearly enough?"

He sighed. "If it's really a problem for you, I can sleep somewhere else. I'll sleep on the couch, or I can pull a couple of love seats together. Whatever you prefer. I don't want you to spend your whole time in Paris feeling uncomfortable. Yes, I admit I find you very attractive, but I'm not going to do anything against your will; that much I promise you. And since you keep mentioning other women, allow me to say this in my defense: No woman ever does anything against her will when she's with me."

The way he said it, and the way he looked at her so intensely, she couldn't help but think back to how Jennifer had described his lovemaking; in particular, the way he made his women crave wild sex every bit as much as he craved it.

"That's what I'm afraid of..." she whispered to herself, though loudly enough that he could hear her.

"You have nothing to fear," he said, taking her hands. "I promise to be a perfect gentleman at all times. In fact, just to make you feel better, I'll even take it one step further."

"Meaning?" 

"Meaning I promise that I will not make a single move on you while we're here. Your marriage will not be affected by my coming on to you. I will not try to take advantage of you."

"So let me get this straight..." she said, curious as to what he was really saying. "We'll be sleeping together every night, and not once are you going to make a move on me?"

"Correct."

"What about the mornings? Whether we mean to or not, you know we're going to wake up in each other's arms, our bodies pressing together...wanting to have sex."

"Nope, not even then. I promise you, not once will I make the first move. Like I said, I will be a perfect gentleman."

"Aha!" she laughed. "Now it's only the first move!"

"Absolutely. That is what a gentleman would never do. He would not make the first move on a married woman. I promise that I will not put pressure on you. Anything you do this week will be strictly your choice. I will not make any first moves in an effort to seduce you."

"And what if I were to make the first move?" she asked, warming to his game.

"Then that would be very different, and I would be entirely blameless, wouldn't you agree? A gentleman's first responsibility is to please his lady, to make her every wish come true, is it not?"

"A gentleman wouldn't consider a married woman to be his lady, would be my guess," she said, feeling quite secure in her smugness.

"Ah, but see, a gentleman lets a lady decide for herself as to who will accompany her. You wouldn't have the men picking and choosing, without there being any choice on the part of the lady, would you?"

He was enjoying their game just as much as she was, particularly since he knew he was in the position of strength. He could afford to play hard-to-get, confident that doing so under those circumstances would only make her want him even more.

"No, I wouldn't," she agreed, "but then a gentleman would also recognize and respect the fact that the lady had already made her choice when she chose her husband."

"Fair enough, then," he said, smiling magnanimously. "There should be nothing at all for you to fear. You have my word that I will make no first moves on you, and that I will respect your choices. We could sleep naked in bed together, or I could sleep alone in the bathtub; either way, you have nothing to fear from me."

"Trent, please, don't be silly. At least give me some credit, will you? I know it's not your fault that we're in this situation, so of course I'm not going to ask you to sleep on the couch. You didn't fly all the way to Paris just to be miserable the whole time you're here. We have this wonderful bed to share, so let's enjoy it together. I'll be happy to sleep with you, trusting you to keep the bed bugs from biting," she said, giving him another coy smile.

"Deal," he grinned, gently shaking her hand. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go take a long, hot shower. That flight killed me."

"No, please, go right ahead. I'll just enjoy our beautiful garden until you're through. Then I'll probably take a shower too."

Once Trent had unpacked his bags and headed off to the bathroom, Jill likewise unpacked her things. Since Trent was behind a closed door, she decided to risk it; she stripped off her grubby flight clothes.

Standing naked beside the bed, she thought about her situation...

'Here I am, in Paris, in my own private suite of an amazing palace, and I'm naked. Only a few feet away is the sexiest, most gorgeous man I've ever met, who's also naked. He's promised not to make the first move on me, and that's supposed to assuage my fears.

'Jennifer, you are one devious bitch, and I love you for it.'

She smiled to herself, taking it all in. 

Going to her dresser, she pulled out a simple robe. She was just beginning to slip it on when Trent suddenly opened the bathroom door and stuck his head out. Startled, Jill quickly turned away.

Giggling to herself as she closed her robe, she wasn't certain that she'd gotten it on in time.

"Jill, I thought you might want to try one of these. They're absolutely beautiful."

Standing behind the bathroom door, he was leaning through the doorway to offer her a turquoise robe made of pure silk.

She walked over to him, and he handed her the robe. After running the luxurious material over her fingers, she gave him a soft smile. "This is exquisite."

"Isn't it?" he agreed, returning her smile. 

She really enjoyed his smile. She also enjoyed the fact that she could see past his shoulder and into the bathroom, where she saw the reflection of his perfect naked backside in the large mirror over the sink. It was only a brief glimpse, yet she noticed that he had no tan lines, and his skin was a rich golden brown. His broad shoulders tapered to a V-shaped torso and a narrow waist, but it was his muscular ass and strong thighs that really caught her attention.

Trying not to show any reaction, she again smiled warmly. "Mmmm-hmmm, it really is. Thank you. I think I will wear it now."

"My pleasure," he said before closing the bathroom door again. 

Moving back to her dresser, she pulled off her old robe. Standing naked again, she returned it to the drawer. When a subtle breeze kissed the flickering flame of the candle on her nightstand, she looked over her shoulder and noticed the open French doors leading out to their beautiful semi-private courtyard.

Collecting her turquoise robe from the bed, she walked naked across the room, until she stood in the open doorway. It was a warm, sultry evening, with a light breeze whispering through the trees, and she detected the soft scent of calla lilies. After looking around to make sure the coast was clear, she took a tentative step into the garden.

Gingerly walking across the lush, cool grass, she took her time exploring manicured rows of perfect white irises and blushing roses, stopping here and there to delight in the colors, textures and sweet scents. Moving to the edge of the garden, she spent many long moments looking out over the verdant courtyard. Warm, comforting lights glowed all around her as she happily hugged herself below her bare breasts.

She heard the bathroom door open inside her suite. Slipping on her robe, she was pleased to discover that despite its being more of a wrap than a robe it fit her very well. The turquoise nightwear only barely covered her bottom; because it was so thin and silky, she decided that it was really meant to be worn over some other piece of lingerie. Though it wasn't see-through, it was nevertheless designed to highlight rather than obscure what lay beneath.

Pulling it close together, she discovered that it didn't provide much coverage at all over her chest. Truly, it was only meant to be worn over something else. Loosely tying the decorative belt, she noticed that it really didn't secure the robe; it merely hung on her hips, allowing the upper portion a very wide gap. To stay covered she would have to hold the wrap closed, otherwise the inner halves of her full breasts were going to be fully revealed in the soft night air.

Smiling to herself, she decided she wouldn't hold it closed...at all. She wanted Trent to see her breasts.

"So beautiful..." she heard him say as she walked back through the garden, towards the open French doors. The way he said it, she couldn't tell whether he was referring to her, the garden, or the whole scene laid out before him.

"Isn't it?" she agreed, echoing his words at the bathroom door.

Staring intently, she slowly moved towards him. Walking barefoot through the cool grass, she imagined herself as Eve, and she knew she would eat that apple at the very first opportunity.

Verily, the apple was beckoning.

Standing in the doorway, his arms stretched across the frame, Trent was only wearing a short towel. His wild black hair was wet, as was his tanned torso, and the shape of his long, thick cock was plainly evident. When he'd shift his weight from one foot to the other, the towel would gape over his right thigh. Looking closely, she could see all the way up to the side of his groin; even flaccid, his lengthy shaft swaying heavily beneath the terry cloth was breathtaking to her.

Desperately wanting to see every gorgeous inch of his mouthwatering cock, she silently prayed for a sudden breeze to kick up and blow aside his towel.

"Once I finished my shower, it seemed like a good idea to come looking for you," he said, with a warm smile.

"Well, you found me," she grinned, stealing downward glances while attempting to maintain eye contact. "I was doing a little exploring," she added softly.

"Such a perfect night for exploration, isn't it?" he smiled, walking past her and into the garden.

She followed every movement of his sculpted ass, marveling also at his flexing calves.

'He's so damn beautiful,' she thought.

"Join me?" he asked, turning to offer his hand. 

"Don't you want to put your robe on?" she asked, regretting it before the words had even escaped her lips.

"I'd prefer to have nothing on at all while enjoying this beautiful place, but in deference to the lady I'll go put on my robe," he said, walking past her again on his way back to the bathroom.

Moments later he returned, wearing his own turquoise silk robe. "Now we're a matching pair," he grinned, taking her hand to lead her back out into the sultry night air and the intoxicating aromas of the French garden. "Show me what you were enjoying while I was in the shower."

"Well, to be honest," she said, smiling shyly, "until I heard the bathroom door open, I was...now how did you put it? Ah, yes. As you said you would prefer for yourself, I had nothing on at all while enjoying this beautiful place."

"You were walking naked through the garden?" he asked, his voice a mixture of admiration and rising lust.

"Mmmm-hmmmmm...very naked..." she said, giving him a sexy look. "I think it's this place. It just seemed like the natural thing to do here."

"Damnable noisy doors!" he exclaimed, making her laugh. "Show me where you walked naked," he smiled, noting with pleasure the way her soft, beautiful breasts were exposed in her open robe.

She took him by the hand, slowly leading him from one row of flowers to another, then to the edge of the garden where she'd looked out over the other courtyards.

As they strolled hand-in-hand across the grass, he studied her perfect ass moving beneath and scarcely covered by her thin wrap. Her bare legs were simply amazing.

Turning back to him, she noticed his robe was equally thin, which meant his cock was even more clearly described than it had been in his towel. His thighs were mostly bared, and his smooth, chiseled chest was also on display.

Smiling as she openly savored his body, she said, "I stood naked here, admiring the warm lights glowing across these courtyards. Like you said, 'So beautiful....'"

"Yes, they are, but I was talking about you. As inviting as everything is here, still nothing can compare to how tempting you look tonight in this garden. The way you wear your robe, with your long hair shining in the moonlight, you're a vision...a beautiful painting come to life. You belong here, complementing this elegant setting."

"The same could be said of you," she whispered, unable to look up.

They stood together in electric silence.

'Any other man would at least kiss me, or hold me...something!' she thought. 'This guy? Nothing. He's just standing there, looking like a god. I know he wants me, and I want him to take me, right here, right now. He knows it too, yet he's not doing anything! Damn it, Trent!'

Lifting her gaze to his dark, penetrating eyes, she smiled to herself. 'We've only been in Paris a few hours, and already he's driving me insane!'

Sensing her tension, he took her by the hand and brought her back into the suite. "Why don't you go take your shower now. It'll relax you," he said, gently kneading her shoulders.

She was surprised by just how deeply she appreciated his thoughtful gesture; the perfect icebreaker, she realized. Kneeling to grab a few things from her carry-on bag, she knew she was giving him a clear view inside her wrap, and her thighs were completely bared. Coming to her feet, she brushed her ass against him on her way to the bathroom, where she swung the door closed behind her.

'God,' she thought, once she was alone again. Her skin was on fire, especially where her silk-draped ass had made contact with his cock. He wasn't even hard, and already he felt much larger than her fully erect husband.

Slipping off her wrap, she stood naked before the large mirror. Turning back and forth to study her reflection, she reached up to tug on her nipples, which, to her great satisfaction, obviously didn't need any help. They were still wildly erect, having been so ever since she'd removed her robe to walk naked through the courtyard garden.

She knew Trent could see them very clearly through her thin wrap. She had caught him staring, and the feeling excited her so much that she'd been sorely tempted to pull her wrap all the way open.

Shaking her head in amusement over such wanton thoughts, she brushed her teeth, then sat down to pee.

The bathroom was so large that she was embarrassed by the way it seemed to amplify the sound of her peeing. She knew he could hear her, especially once she noticed the good two-inch gap she'd left in the doorway. In her haste to get into the bathroom, she had managed not to close the door all the way.

She thought about going over to close the door, then decided not to worry about it. Instead she just slipped into the shower, eager to enjoy some long, relaxing private time.

While shaving her pussy, leaning down with one foot perched on the edge of the shower tub, she heard a knock on the door.

"Jill, sorry to ask, but would you mind if I came in to take a pee? I'd go outside but there are people strolling around near our courtyard, and I don't want to spend my first night in Paris explaining to hotel management why I was peeing on their beautiful flower beds. I promise not to look."

"Come in," she answered. The shower doors were frosted so she wasn't too worried; well, they were partially frosted, in that they had horizontal strips covering the doors from the knees to the shoulders.

Still wearing his turquoise robe, Trent came into the bathroom and stood over the toilet. Opening his robe, he began to go.

That's when Jill realized her mistake. She could see him through the open spaces between the frosted strips, which meant he could see her too. More importantly, she could see his cock. He wasn't even holding it to guide his stream; he was just letting it hang down from its sheer weight.

Watching him, she was mesmerized. 'Such a long, thick, beautiful cock,' she thought, and again her mouth watered.

Meanwhile she was still bent at the waist, one leg up on the side of the tub. Her firm, heavy breasts were swaying, and she knew he had to be able to see her smooth pussy.

Not wanting to make a scene, she continued on with her shaving. Feeling a bit mischievous, she turned to do the other side of her delectable slit, her new position offering him a perfect shot of her ass and the rear view of her pussy.

Once she was finished, she poured some bath gel into her hands before reaching back to cup her ass. Spreading herself, she slid her hands into her crack, slowly running them all throughout her deep divide. She couldn't see Trent since she was facing away from him, but she noticed that his peeing sounds had stopped.

Turning to face him, she discovered that he was still standing at the toilet with his gorgeous cock hanging down. He was just staring at her, but she didn't look his way, opting instead to tilt her head back while rinsing her hair. She didn't want to let on that she was intentionally treating him to a full view of her naked body.

He took that opportunity to leave the bathroom.

As soon as he was gone, she began stroking her pussy, sliding her fingertips up and down her flowering lips. When she simply couldn't take it anymore, she drove two fingers all the way inside while reaching back with her other hand to plunge a third finger deep into her ass.

Though it wasn't loud, Trent definitely heard her sexy moan, which made him smile.

~ ~ ~

"So, m'lady, doth thou covet the left side or the right?"

A smirking Trent was standing at the foot of their incredibly opulent bed, questioning Jill as to which side she preferred.

"Well, m'lord, if thou doth not mind, I usually sleep on the left side," she grinned.

"That's fine with me. Speaking of which, I'm guessing this would be a good time to tell you that I usually sleep in the nude. Rather than putting on shorts or whatever, would you mind if I just wore this to bed?" he asked, gesturing to his silk robe.

"Go ahead, wear whatever you want. I sleep in the nude too, and I know it would feel really weird to wear panties or a top to bed now. As far as I'm concerned, you don't even need the robe."

"You're sure you'd be okay with that?"

"Piece of cake," she grinned. "How hard could it be, going to bed with a strange man? Falling asleep shouldn't be difficult at all, right, especially once I take my robe off too. I'm sure I won't just lie awake thinking about being naked with you beneath these silk sheets, sleeping with you in this sexy bedroom in a romantic Parisian palace. Not at all, not at all..." she joked, trying to keep the mood light.

"Hey, I'm not strange! You're unusual, but I'm normal!"

"I am not unusual, you brat, and you're far from normal!" she laughed, swatting him with her tennis shoe. "You are most definitely strange...maybe a good strange, but definitely strange," she added, sexily biting her lip as they slipped into bed together.

"Thank you for being a gentleman tonight," she said, snuggling in beside him beneath the covers. Leaning over, she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Oh god, I may never wash this cheek again!" he teased, reverently touching his face where she'd kissed him.

"I try to be nice, and you mock me? You are a brat!" she laughed, punching him in the ribs.

He made an "ooof!" sound. "Hey, watch it, woman! I'm just flesh and bone, the same as you! Do I not break when you bend me? Do I not bleed when you prick me?"




The Taking of Jill



"Me, prick you? That's a laugh! I think you have it backwards," she grinned, smacking him with a pillow.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're very violent?" he laughed, lightly whacking her right back.

"Only my parole officer!" she giggled, leaping on top of him to smother his face with his own pillow.

Fighting fire with fire, he grabbed her by the waist and started tickling her sides. With a shriek she jumped straight up off the bed.

"Ohhh, so you're ticklish, eh? Now you're in deep shit, woman!"

When she went to smother him again, he rolled her over, forcing her onto her stomach. Kicking and screaming, she tried to defend her midsection against his tickle attack. "Oh god! Oh god! Stop! Stop! You're cheating! You're cheating! No tickling!! Aaaaaayeeeeeiiii!!" she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Say 'uncle,' and I'll stop," he laughed, letting up for a moment.

Looking down, he noticed that her wrap had climbed above her hip, exposing her entire left ass cheek, all of her crack and most of her right cheek. She was breathing heavily, her back and ass moving up and down. He also noticed that his own robe had come undone, and his cock was hanging out in the open.

Because he was sitting on the backs of her thighs, all he had to do was lean forward a bit and his naked cock would be touching her bare ass.

"Uncle?" he asked more menacingly.

"NEVER!!" she cried, catching him by surprise with a sudden jerking of her hips. She twisted onto her back, and her robe came completely open, exposing her naked breasts. Swatting him with her pillow, she knocked him slightly off balance. She took that opening to slide out from beneath him, but just as she was about to get away he grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the center of the bed. Her legs flew open, revealing her bare pussy. Quickly she spun in his grasp, working an effective scissor-lock on his wrist with her crossed legs. She rolled, pulling him under, which brought his face directly against her smooth bottom.

"Uncle?" she laughed, twisting his wrist a little more; not so much as to hurt him, yet just enough to let him know that she meant business.

"NEVER!" he shouted, biting her ass.

With a sexy squeal she unclenched her legs, allowing him to twist free. In a flash he jumped on the backs of her thighs and began tickling her again, letting his thickening cock play across her bare curves. He was becoming hard, so he started using it to poke her in the ass as she thrashed and flailed beneath him.

"Stop!Stop!Stop!" she cried out rapid-fire, amid a frenzy of laughter. "You're gonna make me pee my pants!!"

"You're not wearing any pants, so pee away!" he teased, tickling her even harder.

She was hunching her hips up and down, trying everything she could think of to shake him off. Nothing was working, and he kept tickling her; she was really about to lose it.

"Stop! I'm serious, you're gonna make me pee!"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that one a million times!" he answered, but he let up a little on the tickling. Immediately she spun beneath him, onto her back. She was still hunching her hips, trying to buck him off, so he started tickling her again.

She exploded in manic laughter, and suddenly he felt it; she'd squirted his balls with a stream of pee!

"Trent!!" she shouted between laughing gasps.

"Okay, I believe you!" he laughed back, but not before she doused his cock and lower stomach with another, much longer spurt of hot pee.

He stopped tickling her, and she was able to hold it in. Flopping over like a jellyfish back onto her stomach while still laughing and panting, she didn't seem to care that her bare ass was on display. Her legs were spread, and he could see her wet, open pussy.

'She is absolutely perfect,' he smiled to himself, covering her ass with her robe.

"Thanks for the thought," she said, grinning as she rolled onto her back, "but once you make a girl pee on you, I think it's a little late to be protecting her modesty. I have to say that as first dates go, you sure do take the cake. Now let me up before I soak the bed, you big jerk."

Only casually holding her robe closed before giving up on it altogether, she shook it off her shoulders and ran naked to the bathroom. She left the door open, and again he heard her peeing.

When she was finished, she came back naked to the bed, where she found Trent using his robe to pat himself dry.

"That was just awesome," he said, beaming. He was naked too, his bobbing cock having only softened to a pleasantly thick state. Seeing her gloriously nude body, he instantly began to lengthen again, and he laughed, "You're not such a bad first date yourself."

She gathered their robes and tossed them into the shower. "Never had any complaints so far," she smiled, returning naked to the bed. "C'mere..." she grinned, taking him by the hand before leading him out to the garden.

"You don't play fair," she said softly, facing him as they stood together in the Parisian moonlight.

"There you go again, falsely accusing the innocent."

"Innocent, my ass," she answered, guiding his hands to her lower back. Stepping into his warm embrace, she draped her arms around his neck while pressing her naked body against him. When she felt his growing cock throb against her tingling pussy, she smiled up at him. "So you're not going to make the first move, huh?"

"Nope," he said, returning her smile.

"I have to make the first move, otherwise you won't break? Is that it?" 

"I won't take from you, Jill. That's the deal we made. Anything you want, you have to take it."

"And you won't stop me, no matter what I want to take?"

"No, I won't stop you. To deny the desire of a most beautiful lady would be rude and downright ungentlemanly."

"Okay," she said, again biting her lip, "but what if I ask you to take me?"

"Hmmm...an interesting conundrum. I think you've hit on a bit of a gray area there, and one I hadn't considered."

She grinned, "So you're telling me there's a chance!" She pressed her bare breasts against his chest; it felt so perfect to her, touching her erect nipples to his warm flesh.

"God, Jill, you're amazing."

"Amazing enough that you want to fuck me?"

"Jill, you know I want to fuck you."

"So, Trent, tell me, what will it take to get you to fuck me? Here I am, naked in your arms, I've told you I'll sleep in the nude with you, and you just tickled me until I peed on your hard cock. I know you were staring at my bare pussy, so you can see how wet, open and ready I am for you. What does a girl have to do before you'll slip your gorgeous cock inside her? Tell me. I want to know."

"You know the rules, Jill. If you want something, you have to take it. I won't make the first move."

"Okay," she purred, going to her knees, "if I kneel before you and take your cock in my hands, like this...." After stroking it a few times, she brought it to her lips to kiss and lick it. "And if I suck your beautiful dick, like this...." Feeding his entire length into her mouth, she took him all the way down before reluctantly pulling off. "What will you do? Will you fuck me then? Does this count as making the first move? Will my sucking your big, hard cock free you to slam it inside my aching pussy?"

Keeping his cock poised on her bottom lip, she looked up at him and waited.

That was probably her second favorite sensation in the whole world, she realized, the feeling of a cock hardening in her mouth; second only to the feeling of that same hard cock filling her pussy with a torrent of hot cum.

'God, she's incredible,' he thought, watching in wonder as she eagerly returned to her wet, slurpy blowjob.

Still, the game was afoot.

"No, that won't do it," he said, running his hands through her long black hair. With her glowing skin and wild raven mane, and her full, cherry lips wrapped around his cock, she seemed a stunning witch goddess in the sparkling moonlight.

'She's the perfect woman,' he marveled, and again she took him all the way down.

"Will you cum for me?" she asked, pulling her mouth away. "If I keep sucking your delicious cock, will you feed me your cum?"

"Yes, of course I will. You know I won't deny you anything."

"I really do want to taste your cum, and I will, later. Not right now, though. Right now I want you to fuck me. In fact, I'm going to make you fuck me. I'm going to make you fuck me, and you're going to tell me I'm the best lover you've ever had, and the only woman you will ever want. I'm going to make you beg to fuck me, do you understand? And once you do, I'm going to give you everything you have ever desired."

"For a married woman, you seem mighty sure of yourself," he grinned.

With a confident smile she sucked his large plum of a cockhead back into her mouth. Allowing herself a few moments to savor it before again pulling away, she looked up into his eyes. "Baby, once you make love to me, I will no longer be married."

"Are you sure you want to end your marriage?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I realize now that I have to. I'm not going to live my life cheating. I won't do that. I'm also not going to live my life suffering, by choosing to do without what I need. Even if it weren't for you, I know that I have to leave him. I simply want more from life."

Taking his hand, she smiled, "In fact, come...." She led him straight to the bed and lay him on his back; throwing a leg over his hip, she climbed aboard, grinning while straddling him. With a playful grind she positioned his hard length in her clenching ass crack; leaning in, she kissed him for the first time. Staring into his dark, shining eyes, daring him to hold her gaze, she slithered her tongue past his lips. She was sliding his cock deep in the groove of her ass, up and down, up and down; sucking his tongue as she fingered her pussy, she gathered her silky wetness before transferring it to his thrusting shaft. Squeezing her ass around him, she had him moaning hotly in her mouth.

He was clearly weakening, and she pulled away from her kiss. "Baby, you can't cum tonight, not until you cum in my pussy. I'm not going to let you cum until you break down and fuck me, do you understand?"

He just stared at her, unblinking. Wanting to increase their contact, he began humping his hips. A few of his upstrokes saw the drooling tip of his cock find its way into her asshole; each time, she arched her back in welcome.

"Does my ass feel good? Mmmm, is that what you want? Is that why you flew all the way to Paris, so you could fuck my beautiful ass? Or maybe you want this instead?" Lifting her hips to slide forward, she pulled his cock down flat against his stomach. Grinning, she pressed her pussy to it and started grinding. Her glistening lips were splayed open on either side of his thick shaft as she drove her hips, drenching his massive erection with her warm, wet sex.

"Is this what you want? Do you want my pussy, Trent? All those times you ogled my body...all those married women you've fucked...mmmm, is this the pussy you want now? You want me to make it easy for you, don't you? Do I need to beg for your cock? Should I lift my hips, like this...." She grasped his cock and held it up straight, positioning her pussy lips around the head. "Do you want me to take your cock and slip it into my hot pussy...like this...just so you don't have to break your precious ruuuuuuuule..." she teased in a sing-song voice, kissing the tip with the inner pink of her open cunt. She lowered her hips an inch; just enough to where his large crown pushed through the dripping wet mouth of her gorgeous sex. "Is that it, baby? Do you want me to drop my hips and impale myself on your beautiful cock?" Undulating her ass in sensual figure-eights, she took another inch, then another. "Can you feel yourself stretching open my hungry pussy? Are you desperate to jam your huge dick deep inside my tight little cunt? Mmmm, god, I want you to fuck me...."

Trent was close. His eyes were closed, and his hands were squeezing her bedeviling hips. It was just as she had said; he was achingly desperate to pull her down and impale her. Fuck almighty, he had never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted this raven-haired temptress. 

He looked up, and she was teasing her amazing breasts across his eyelashes, then guiding her erect tips over his lips.

"Yes...take me into your mouth," she moaned. "Suck me...suck my breasts...the way you want to devour my hot pussy...."

He was kissing all over her heavy breasts, which just drove her wild. Men rarely kissed them; they usually went straight to sucking her nipples. She loved that too, but she loved it even more after they had thoroughly worshipped her soft mounds. It was the same thing as warming up her pussy with tender licks and kisses before latching on to her clit to suck it hard.

"God, yes, kiss me...take them, baby," she breathed, arching her back.

Lost in the pleasure of her breasts, she'd forgotten about the enormous cockhead that was still nestled well inside the grasping mouth of her pussy. She was just starting to slide down the immense shaft when her cell phone rang with Jennifer's ringtone, which they both immediately recognized.

They stopped and stared at each other.

"Take the call," said Trent, giving her an evil grin.

She rolled over onto her side and grabbed the phone off the nightstand. Flipping it open, she giggled, "Hello, Jennifer, you psychotic, matchmaking bitch!"

Trent heard Jennifer's laughter through the phone, then her garbled voice speaking excitedly.

"Yes, the room is amazing. This whole place is amazing. I guess thanks are in order, all things considered," Jill grinned. 

Trent heard more laughter and garbled talking.

"Where's Trent? Wouldn't you like to know?" she giggled again, then she reached back to grab his cock and pull him into a spoons position. Raising her leg, she slid his dick between her thighs, enveloping the top of the shaft with her drenched lips. Grinning over her shoulder, she began squeezing her pussy, milking him.

Trent reached over her hip and began fondling her breasts while sawing back and forth between her thighs.

Garble garble again....

Jill smiled. "What's been the highlight so far? Oh, I guess I'd have to say it was when Trent described me as 'not a bad first date' after making me pee all over his big cock."

An explosion of laughter came through the phone, then lots of giggling and garble garble....

"Yep! Like a big jerk, he started tickling me!"

More laughter and garble garble....

"Absolutely! You know how I get when you tickle me! Hey, I gave him fair warning. I kept telling him that if he didn't stop he was going to make me pee, and he just kept going." 

Garble garble, laughter, garble....

"I know! I guess he likes to be peed on! As much fun as it was for both of us, I'm thinking this definitely won't be the only time, either."

She looked back at him with a wicked smile, only to giggle and nod when he threateningly waggled his fingers at her in a tickling motion.

Laughter, garble garble.... 

"Yeah, he finally let me up, but not until I'd already nailed him with some!" 

Huge laughter, garble garble....

"We were both wearing just these little silk robes, and after all our wrestling around on the bed the robes were pretty much wide open. I was too busy screaming to pay attention to what I could see, but I know he got all the eyefuls he wanted of my ass and pussy. That's when he told me I was a good first date, after he made me pee on him!"

Laughter, more laughter, garble garble....

"You want to talk to him? Sure, hold on, here he is...."

As she handed Trent the phone, she arched her back and really sucked his cock hard with her clenching pussy. With a gasp and a moan he hunched into her. She heard more laughter and garbling coming through the phone.

"Yeah, we're still wrestling," Trent said. "I guess I won earlier, because in my book she was saying 'uncle' when she begged me to stop tickling her, but I have a pretty strong feeling she's going to win the next round."

Wide-eyed and happy, Jill smiled over her shoulder, and he leaned down to kiss her on the lips. Their kiss made a moist smacking sound, so they did it again.

Garble garble....

"Oh, that? That was just a 'thank you' kiss from her." 

She reached down and grasped his cock; smiling seductively, she placed it at her opening. She arched her back, offering herself to him. Clenching her ass cheeks, she sucked his pulsing shaft into the mouth of her pussy.

He moaned, and she smirked. 

Garble garble....

"Why a 'thank you' kiss? We sort of had a bet, and she's thanking me in advance for paying up. She's pretty cocky she's going to win this one, and you know, I think she has every reason to be."

Grinning, he drove his hips forward, sliding a solid few inches of his thick shaft into her silken warmth. She moaned, and he shook.

"What was that? Oh, just being a gentleman, is all. You know, giving a lady what she wants, like I'm supposed to. Speaking of which, hey, would you mind if we called you back in a bit?"

Garble garble....

"Oh, she definitely won the bet. Now I have to pay up."

Garble, laughter, garble....

"Okay, here she is again..." he chuckled, handing the phone back to a grinning Jill. She rolled more onto her side, and he lifted her top leg. Taking hold of her hips, he slid two more steely inches into her immaculate pussy. She was opening completely for him; as he began fucking her, she let out a long moan into the phone.

Laughter, garble garble....

"Yes! Oh god, he's sliding it inside me!"

Garble, breathy moans, garble....

"I know! He's so big! It's stretching me open! Mmmmmm, Jennifer, he's fucking me! Oh...my...god. His cock is inside me now, and it's amazing! Baby...unnnh...let me call you tomorrow!" she said, barely managing to get it out before hanging up with a loud moan.

"You really are the Big Bad Wolf, aren't you? God, Trent, that was torture! You are sooooo bad." Rolling onto her back and spreading her legs, she purred, "C'mere, you."

Hissing through a sharp intake of breath, Trent positioned himself within the gates of heaven. Her shining pussy was flowering open in welcome, and the spellbinding look in her eyes described sheer lust, joyful triumph and...love?

"What now?" she smiled, wriggling her hips up and down, teasing his tip with soft pussy-kisses.

"I'm going to fuck you now, beautiful lady," he grinned, moistening his crown with her tender lips.

"Oh you are, are you? What makes you so sure I'll let you?"

"I know the magic password," he smiled.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, pulling him by his ass to force the entire head plus a few inches of the shaft back inside her pussy. "What's your magic password, baby? Is it 'Open Sesame'?"

"Nope," he said, plunging his cockhead in and out of her pussy before dragging it back and forth across her clit. He began to slide it into her, but she closed her thighs tightly around his hips; that wouldn't stop him, and they both knew it, yet he also knew better than to force anything.

"Is it 'abracadabra'?" she breathed, and she opened her legs wide again, lifting her ass and arching her back. Jill desperately wanted him to take her, to fill her pussy with every inch of what she had already come to think of as his Holy Grail cock.

"No. The magic word is 'please.' Jill, I'm begging you, please let me fuck you."

"That's a gooood boyyyy," she smiled. Pushing her hips forward, she firmly pulled him in by his ass; they moaned through their kiss as he slowly slid all the way inside. "Oooooooh, yes, fuck me, Trent," she whispered in his ear. "My pussy is yours now. Take me, baby...take me any way you want me."

Trent was overcome with sheer ecstasy; softer than melting butter, her pussy was liquid silk...pure, perfect warmth. Locking his elbows, he began a slow, methodical grinding; using long, maddeningly deep strokes, he angled the top of his shaft to caress her clit, making Jill cry out with joy through a series of sharp, electrifying orgasms.