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The Woman of My Dreams

By: biggshow13



When I was a kid, I had the biggest crush on my best friend's sister. She never even knew I was alive, but I always thought she was beautiful. I saw her all the time, and usually, she never even acknowledged my existence. Which, being a shy kid anyway, was okay with me. I grew up worshipping this girl from a distance, and as I grew out of the shy stage, I grew out of my infatuation with her. Once I graduated high school, my buddy and I went our own ways for the most part. He went into the military, and I went on to college, and eventually running my own business. We kept in touch as best we could, and whenever he came home, we'd go out and drink.

One of those times he mentioned how his sister had ended up in a bad marriage to some asshole who treated her like shit, and if his mother hadn't made him promise to stay out of it, he'd go over and beat the shit out of the guy, and get him out of her life. I sympathized with him, and tried to keep him from doing something stupid while he was drunk. We'd always laugh about it the next day, and he'd go back to his unit, and I'd go back to my life.

He finally got out of the military about six months ago, and I hired him to work for me at my company. I knew he was good with security, and he proved me right. The first month on the job, he caught one of my coworkers trying to smuggle secret prototypes out of the building. The guy was going to try to sell them to our competitors, because he was pissed he got passed over for promotion. Now, he's in jail on federal charges, since the prototype he tried to steal was from a government project. I gave Jack a nice bonus for his work.

We'd still go out and drink once a month or so, and he was still trying to figure out how to rescue his sister from the asshole, as we'd named him. Jack knew he was cheating on Stacy, but he couldn't prove it to anyone. I knew Jack was pissed, I just didn't know he was obsessed. A couple of months later, Jack called me at 2am, and asked me to go with him somewhere. I agreed, and he picked me up. We drove to a little out of the way motel, and he pointed out the asshole's car to me.

"He's in one of these rooms, fucking some bimbo he met at a bar earlier tonight. I'm trying to figure out what room he's in, so I can go kill him."

"Jack, be serious. You're not going to kill him. You can hurt him even more by letting me help you."

"I want him dead for doing this to my sister."

"Don't you think your family would be hurt by you going to prison for murder?"

"True. I don't want to hurt them, I just want this fucker gone."

"Trust me, I can help you do this, legally. You in?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm in."

"Okay, let's get out of here. We can't do anything about it right now." Jack drove away, but before we got more than a block or so, we were pulled over by the police.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. We have a report that you're harassing a guest at the motel."

As it turns out, the asshole had spotted Jack's car, and when he followed him to the motel, he called the cops, hoping to embarrass him by claiming harassment. Jack and I convinced the cop we weren't going to be any problem, and eventually, he let us go.

"I sympathize, but you can't follow him around all the time. At least, not in this car. He knows it too well. If you can change cars, do it. I hope you can catch him, legally, of course."

"I have a plan to do just that, officer."

Jack and I went back to my place, and made plans. He went home, and I crawled back into my comfortable bed. Over the next week or so, we assembled what we were going to need to do this. I have a few friends in low places, and called in some favors. I assembled enough covert camera equipment to rig up a room, and found the right place to do it. An old lady friend of mine volunteered to be the bait, and we set her up in the asshole's favorite haunts. The second night out, he took the bait. She brought him back to the room, and fucked his brains out, on camera. We now had video proof of him cheating on Stacy.

The next day, I went to the asshole's work, with my portable DVD player. His secretary showed me in when I showed her my business card, and since he doesn't know me, he was confused as to why I was there. I showed him the recording, and he went white.

"Who in the fuck are you?"

"Actually, I am an old friend of the family. I'm not looking to cause problems for you, I just want you to go away. You're going to go home, pack your things, and leave Stacy. You'll make sure that she's well taken care of, and this video will go away. Any problems, any bullshit whatsoever, and copies of this go to your family, your church, and more importantly, your bosses. This is a family-based company, and I'm sure that your bosses would take a dim view of someone in such a position of trust cheating on his wife."

"I...I..."

"Shut your mouth, my friend. It's not a flattering look for you at all. You know what needs to be done, so I would suggest you do it. I think 24 hours is enough time, don't you?"

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing..."

I leaned forward and put my hands on his desk. I'm a big guy, and he's not, so he shrank away from me pretty quickly.

"No game. A simple fact of life. Your marriage is about to suffer irreconcilable differences, and the best thing for you is to move out, and work towards a fair divorce settlement. That's exactly what you'll tell your bosses, or I'll show them the video. Either way, you'll be divorced; this way, you get to keep your dignity. Which is a lot more than you deserve, quite frankly."

"Get out of my office."

"I'm leaving, but remember. You have 24 hours to get out of the house. Any more, and this makes the rounds."

I left his office, and his secretary stopped me at the door.

"Sir? Is it true?"

"Does he have his office wired for sound?"

"Yes, sir, he does. Is he cheating on Stacy?"

"You heard the evidence."

"I'll make that if he doesn't do what he needs to do, that you'll be able to go right to the top with that."

"Why?"

"He's an asshole. He hits on me constantly, even after I filed a complaint against him. He thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread, and if he didn't have money, women wouldn't give him the time of day."

"If he doesn't follow through, I'll see you tomorrow."

She smiled, and I left the office. I called Jack, and told him how it went. He was at Stacy's house, and I suggested he get out of there before the asshole got home. I knew he'd just piss him off, and I didn't want to blow the whole plan. He agreed, and called his mom to come over instead.

The asshole did even better than we could have hoped. Instead of going home and doing what we wanted him to do, he left work early and went straight to a bar. Within an hour, he was tanked to almost double the legal limit. That's when he jumped behind the wheel, and headed for home. He almost made it, too. Less than a block from home, and he plowed head first into a phone pole, and since he wasn't wearing a seat belt, the sudden stop sent him out the front window, and right into the phone pole that started it. Death was instant, and just like that, problem solved.

As an old friend of the family, I was invited to the funeral, and as much as I didn't want to go, I went. I hadn't seen Stacy for close to a decade, and this wasn't going to be the best time for a reunion. I sat towards the back, and listened to the eulogy, and to hear that, he was the greatest guy in the world. I ended up next to his secretary, and whenever things got too syrupy, she'd nudge me, and we'd share a quiet smile.

After the service, I waited until the end to go up and see the family. I shook hands with Jack, and hugged his mom. Stacy was with someone else, with her back turned to me. When she finally turned around, I could tell there was no recognition in her eyes. Jack leaned over and whispered in her ear, and all of a sudden, she lit up.

"Oh, my god. It is you. Wow, you turned out pretty good, Eric. Never would have thought it, considering what a dork you were as a kid."

I looked her over, without being too obvious about it. Stacy had always been a little larger than most girls, and time had filled her out nicely.

"I'm sorry, dork? I was a geek, thank you very much."

We laughed, and she reached out and gave me a hug. While we hugged, she whispered in my ear.

"Jack told me your part in everything. We need to talk, later."

I ended the hug, and looked her in the eye. I could see no anger, and more importantly, no hatred. I was relieved, and agreed to hang around after the reception. 

Things moved to her house, and as people came and went, Jack and I quietly discussed how things went.

"I wasn't looking for the guy to die, but this way works out better, don't you think?"

"Who the hell are you kidding, Jack? You were ready to storm his hotel room and tear his heart out when you called me, remember?"

"True, but I really only wanted to scare him."

I might have believed him, but the smile on his face ruined his chances of pulling that off. We laughed, and while we were laughing, Jack's dad sat down.

"So, Eric. Jack told us how you talked him out of killing the asshole. All in all, I'm glam you did. I'm too old to have kids in prison."

We laughed, and Jack and I started to fill him in on the details of the sting operation. He stopped us before we got too far into it.

"I want to hear this, but so do Mary and Stacy. We should wait until the rest of the crowd leaves."

We changed the subject to sports, and killed time until the last of the guests said their goodbyes. Stacy closed the door behind the last one, and let out a huge sigh.

"My god, if I had to hear how sorry everyone was one more time, I was going to scream! I'm so glad this is over."

She came over to sit with Jack and I, and I moved over to make room next to me. She flopped down, and leaned against me.

"I know this is bad, but thank god he's dead. I thought I was going to have to kill him."

Jack laughed.

"I would have beaten you to the punch. I wanted to. The only reason I didn't is because of Eric."

She turned to look at me. I smiled, and she laughed.

"You know, when you smile, I see the dork. Sorry, geek. Now, though, the geek is much better looking..."

I must have blushed, because the rest of the family laughed at me. Jack and I told the entire story, and when we were done, Stacy leaned up and kissed me on the cheek.

"I had no idea I had such a good friend in you, Eric. You did something pretty incredible for me."

"I just didn't want Jack to go to jail, any more than you did. I'm too pretty to visit prisoners. They'd try to keep me!"

We all laughed, and as the subject changed, I could sense Stacy's eyes were still on me. I looked down at her, and she smiled quietly. She was still leaning against me, and her hand was resting on my leg. She squeezed my leg, and then stood up.

"I'm going to go change clothes, then we'll see what we can do about dinner. Eric, you're staying, of course."

"I actually hadn't planned on..."

"Did no one ever tell you not to argue with a grieving widow?"

I tossed my hands in the air, and everyone else laughed. She went to change, and Jack offered to loan me a change of clothes, so I could get out of my suit. "I have clothes in my trunk. You know, the emergency overnight kit."

We laughed about that. When we were younger, and going out until all hours of the night, we'd both keep a bag in the trunk with a change of clothing, just on case. I went outside and grabbed mine, and Jack's dad came with me.

"Eric, I wanted to say something to you, without anyone else knowing. Stacy has taken a liking to you, as I'm sure you've noticed. Her mother always hoped she'd notice you when you were both younger. Ah, hell. What I'm trying to say is, if you want to date Stacy, go ahead and ask her. I think she'd say yes."

"I'm not sure..."

"Eric. Even I noticed how much of a crush you had on her when you were a kid. She did nothing but talk about that last night, by the way. Getting rid of the asshole has made you an important part of her life, and you should know that. She needs friends now, anyway. Every asshole he knew is going to come out of the woodwork, looking for a piece of his pie. He left her a shit load of money, and they're going to want it all. I want someone I can trust with her to help fend them off."

"I'm flattered, Mr. Walker, really. How do we know Stacy doesn't have other ideas?"

"Who do you think put me up to this in the first place? She found out about your crush about a year ago, and has been dreaming about meeting you again ever since. We never said anything to Jack, because he would have made sure you did meet up, and she was married, for whatever that was worth. When she saw you this morning at the service, she pulled me aside right away and told me I needed to have THAT talk with you."

"I...see."

"Relax. No one expects you to do anything you don't want to do. If you're truly not comfortable with this, we'll put Jack on it. He can protect her just as well."

"Knowing Jack, he'll get himself tossed in jail doing it. The man doesn't really understand the meaning of moderation."

We laughed, and I could sense he was waiting for my answer.

"I will do anything to help Stacy, Mr. Walker. I guess I never really got over my crush, because my heart jumped when I saw her this morning."

He grinned, and slapped my back.

"That's what we were counting on, Eric. Welcome to the conspiracy."

We laughed again, and headed back inside. I saw Jack look at his dad, and the two of them exchanged a grin and a big thumbs up. Part of me wanted to be upset, but I didn't really mind being manipulated like this, especially considering who I'd get to spend time with. I just shrugged, and went to change my clothes.

The next few hours were everything I'd ever imagined family life would be. We laughed, had a great dinner, and spent more than a little time drinking. I was more or less inducted into the family right then, although I definitely was not the younger brother. Stacy and I teased and flirted most of the evening, and even though this was supposed to be a 'sad' occasion, none of us were even slightly depressed. It came out that Stacy hadn't even slept with the asshole for close to two years, as he thought she was way too fat for him. She had a few extra pounds, but the way she carried them, they only made her more attractive, as far as I was concerned. She had full, plump breasts, and a nice round butt. She was chubby, yes, but in a very sexy way.

Stacy's parents left first, citing a long day tomorrow. The three of us waved them out, and then sat at the table and talked about the asshole some more. Stacy wanted to see the video, and even though I disagreed, we showed it to her. Watching him make love to someone else was the only thing that brought tears to her eyes. The entire day, she had maintained a shell of quiet dignity in front of strangers, and then relaxed that in front of her parents. Now, we were seeing just how hurt she was. I stopped the video, and she looked me in the eyes.

"Thank you for helping, Eric. I wish things...never mind."

"That's my cue to give you two some privacy. I'm on the early shift tomorrow, anyway. New trainees, and all that fun stuff. I'm going home."

We stood, and Stacy gave him a long hug. He turned to me, and shook my hand, then surprised me by pulling me into a quick hug.

"Be good to my sister, pal. You two belong together."

With that, he slipped out the door, and we were alone. She and I stood and looked at each other for a moment, and then we both started laughing.

"Did you ever get the feeling that others are planning the rest of your life for you?"

I nodded, and laughed even harder.

"Did I? Your family did everything but walk us down the aisle!"

We laughed some more, and somehow, Stacy found her way into my arms. We stood that way for a long time, and I have to admit, having Stacy in my arms felt like a part of my soul had come home. I knew I was going to do everything in my power to protect and love this woman for the rest of my life, regardless of what anyone else said or thought. Stacy must have been reading my mind, because she gave a great sigh, and spoke.

"Is it just me, or does this feel completely right? I feel like I've come home after a long trip, and I'm finally relaxing. Does that make any sense?"

I smiled.

"I was thinking pretty much the exact same thing. I was also thinking we need to take things slowly. We can't jump right into this yet. The asshole may have a few surprises up his sleeve, even now."

She slipped out of my arms, and dropped onto the couch. I took the chair across from her, and we looked at each other for a long moment.

"I know you're right, intellectually. Emotionally, however, I just want to go back to you holding me in your arms, and not letting me go."

I reached out and took her hand in mine.

"Trust me, Stacy. I'll be able to do that soon. Right now, we need to know if the asshole had a will, and what it said. He was the type that would put a clause in preventing you from marrying again if you want to receive anything from his estate. As much as I care for you, I won't let that happen to you. We can be patient, for now. Just make sure you call his attorney as soon as possible."

"He had everything done by one of his partners at the firm. He was at the service, and promised he'd call me tomorrow with the details. He knows how little I cared for the asshole, and will do what he can for me, I think."

"Then that's where we need to leave things, for now. Go to sleep, and call him tomorrow. Once we know what we're dealing with, we'll go forward from there."

She stood up, and slipped herself onto my lap.

"I will, but there is one thing I need right now. You need to kiss me, so I know this is really happening."

I smiled, and gently planted a kiss on her lips. We stayed like that for a few minutes, gently kissing, nothing more, then she broke it and stood up.

"Now I can face sleeping without you. Go home, my love. I'll call you tomorrow."

I walked out the front door without saying anything, but knowing sleep would be tough.

The next day, I walked in to find Jack waiting for me in the reception area of my office. "Good morning, Jack. How did the training go?"

"It went fine. What happened last night?"

"I'm fine, thanks for asking."

He pushed me into my office and closed the door behind us.

"What happened? How is she?"

I moved around behind my desk and sat down. I sat for a moment, gathering my thoughts, and then spoke.

"Your sister is the most incredible woman I've ever known, and I fully intend to pursue things as soon as possible. Right now, however, we're waiting to get a preview of the will. You know the asshole was the type to put something completely warped in his will, just to fuck with Stacy. We're sitting back and waiting for the dust to settle slightly before we move forward."

Jack sat across from me, and I could tell he was thinking about what I said.

"Shit. You're right. I don't like it, but you're right."

"How do you think I feel? Or your sister feels? We were this close to really going at it..."

Jack made a face.

"You know, I've pretty much resigned myself to you two being together, but don't ever say things like that to me. I have a delicate constitution."

"So says the man that ate a slug on a dare."

"I was fourteen, and trying to impress a girl. Are you ever going to let me live that down?"

I just grinned, and he threw a pen at me. We were laughing when my secretary popped her head in the door.

"Mr. Walker? Your sister is on the phone, but she asked for you, boss. Who gets this?"

I raised my hand, and I could see the disapproval in her eyes. She knew Jack and I were old friends, but I know she thought I was moving in on a grieving widow. I waved her out, and she frowned at me again.


The Woman of My Dreams



Copyright 2007 The Big Bopper. This story may not be reproduced in ant published form or posted to any other website without the written permission of the author. 

I will return to my other continuing story in the Loving Wives section soon, but this is a self-contained story with different characters that I just had to finish and post in Literotica. It's a change of pace from my previous efforts and could almost have been in Romance, except it was just too erotic for that. I hope you like it.

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I cannot believe that it's possible. Really … I consider this stunning woman who sits here before me, perhaps the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. But not just having the looks of a model … she seems to have such a wonderful personality and for the past twenty minutes, she has been making great conversation with me. Wow! I am blessed!

I just cannot believe that I would meet her here … of all places. Here, in this palatial six-bedroom mansion built high on a cliff top not far out of a city that I have lived in for all of my 33 years. However, this expensive home is the venue this Saturday night for a Swingers' Party … and just when I was questioning why on earth I was here, I met her … this beautiful dark-haired woman.

My name is Brad … Brad Rodgers … I'm a sales guy, been doing it ever since I left university. So much for my degree, I don't need that to sell things. But I'm happy selling, it pays well and I guess that's when I'm most content.

I like to talk, that's how I ended up selling things. I have a great bunch of clients and I really like just sitting with them and talking … it doesn't have to be about the products I sell, although that helps. No, we talk about the weather, their workmates, my workmates, politics … there isn't a thing I can't talk to my clients about.

Well, maybe there is one thing I don't talk about to them. My personal life … I don't usually talk to my clients about that … cause it sucks. I'm married … five years now … I bet it won't last another five. Might not last another week after this disastrous night.

Here was I starting to tell you about this wonderful woman I have just met and now I've got sidetracked. I'm going to have to explain about my wife Heather to you first, just so you will know why I am at this magnificent house at a Swingers' Party while my dear devoted wife moves from room to room fucking every man she sees.

I met Heather at a bar seven years ago, seems pretty appropriate now … now that I know so much more about her. But then … well, then I was 26 and I was smitten. I was out with the sales team from the office. We were having a pretty good night, knocking back some cold ones to celebrate my setting some new sales records for the company.

Just across the bar was a group of about ten young women … turns out they were on a Hen's Night, celebrating the coming marriage of one of their friends. She – Heather - was to be one of the bridesmaids. She was blonde, quite a good-looking girl, I guessed that she was about the same age as me. She stood out from the rest, at least as far I was concerned. I had my eye on her from around the fourth round of drinks. 

It's true you know, at the risk of sounding chauvinistic, the women in a bar do get better looking the more you drink. But not just women looking better in men's eyes … I guess the men look better to the women too.

Anyway, after a while, I found that she was looking back at me as much as I was checking her out. Eventually, I worked my way across to the group, threw in a couple of okay pick-up lines that seemed to work (I was better at it then) and the next thing I know, she's moved over to our group and she's sitting on my knee.

Anyway, I got a cab and took her home, thought I might have been a chance. But she played it very straight, turned her cheek toward me when I went to kiss her at her front door and I was back in the cab before I knew what had happened.

That's pretty much how it went for the first month. Despite her being very rowdy and life of the party in the bar that night, I found Heather to be very shy and demure and it was about our tenth date before I managed to get her bra off and get my mouth on those ample 36D's.

In fact, it was a full six months before we got to have sex. It wasn't mind-blowing sex, but it was good and I sure appreciated it because I hadn't strayed while I had been dating Heather so I was raring to go.

Twelve months after we met in that bar, I plucked up the courage to propose and another year on, we were married. That's when Heather changed. It was quite remarkable, before the end of our Hawaiian honeymoon, I felt like I had married a different woman. Did she really want a ring on her finger that badly that she would go through a two-year charade of being innocently sweet and chaste.

By the end of our 10-day honeymoon, she had become a sexpot … hot as curry. She wanted to do it rolling around in the surf by day, at night on Waikiki beach, even after midnight in the hotel pool. When we did do it in our room, we would do it standing up against a wall or doggie over the table … and she wanted anal too. I just could not believe the transformation that came over this woman just because we both said I do.

Don't get me wrong … at the time, I wasn't complaining. I was in for every thing she wanted to do and I couldn't believe how lucky I had become. That was until…

I guess our marriage was about six months old when I first suspected that she was either getting a casual bit on the side or … perhaps even having a full-on affair with someone. At first, it was just the odd night going out with the girls … or telling me she had to work late. They were the subtle signs.

Then it became more obvious to me. She always threw her used underwear on the bathroom floor for washing later … we hadn't yet bought a clothes hamper. I don't know what drew me to them but one morning after one of her late nights out, I picked up her soiled panties and the crotch appeared to have dried cum stains … quite a lot of it.

I let it go that first time, not wanting to admit that I was such a suspicious character that I was checking out her soiled underwear, but when I found a similar result two weeks later, I knew I had to have it out with her. I challenged her, voiced all of my suspicions. Of course, she vehemently denied it, told me I was sick for checking her panties. Attack is the best form of defence and she used it all.

From that day on, I knew the marriage was in trouble. Somehow, we struggled on for another four years … who knows why and I know, you're reading this and saying what a dickhead that Brad Rodgers is. Heather never changed her ways, just continued on doing whatever she wanted. It's not like she stopped having sex with me … that was still pretty much full on in our bed. We weren't climbing the walls any more, and no adventurous couplings outside the house … at least not for me.

So there you have my story up until now. So why am I here in this luxury mansion at a Swingers' Party? Heather's idea, of course! She had wanted to go to one for some time. At first I resisted, fearing that by going to one of these nights would be driving the last nail into our marriage coffin.

When she suggested this night about a week ago, I just decided that I had been through enough with this woman. I didn't really love her anymore, so I decided to leave the marriage. But since she wanted to go, I might as well go too and at least get myself laid … with another woman.

We arrived at this house about 7pm, there were cocktails on the terrace, then we all went inside to a large dining room where a two-course dinner, with wine, was served. There were six couples and we didn't get around to meeting them all over drinks and dinner. Heather seemed content to mix with just two couples that she seemed to already know, although I had not come across them before.

While Heather made small talk with the two couples nearest us, I did notice the striking woman with the model looks at the far end of the table and determined that it would be good to meet her. She had jet-black hair, very straight and shiny and it flowed to just touch her shoulders, her sleek black dress matched her hair. She seemed to talk easily with the other guests, although didn't seem to be paying much attention to the man on one side of her. I figured that she probably came here with him, that was an encouraging sign if I was lucky enough to meet her later in the night.

The host rose to make a speech, welcoming us all to his home … he started spelling out the ground rules for the coming night of swinging. I'd had a few drinks by this and, wouldn't you know it, suddenly I'm busting to have a piss. I tried crossing my legs and thinking about sex with that striking brunette at the other end of the table … anything to get my mind off a trip to the bathroom.

But it was inevitable, I would have to go now because I figured when he finished speaking, everyone would start pairing up and I didn't want to miss out. It seemed like his speech had heaps to go, so I pushed back my chair as quietly as possible and tried to slip away unnoticed. Heather gave me a scathing look … like as if I could control when I needed to go to the toilet. Boy, that woman … every thing she does now pisses me off.

With great relief, I found the bathroom … probably in a mansion this size, it was just a bathroom of many. My bladder relieved and hands washed, I returned to the dining room. The table of 12 that I had just left was now a table of 3 … two women and a man. I figured that he was probably married to one of them, so there was not going to be any choice in my first experience at swinging.

Heather had gone … to some bedroom, goodness knows which one and I didn't really care. So had the two couples who had been sitting with us. Whether the five of them were together, I didn't know. Most importantly, the ravishing brunette at the end of the table had gone too … somebody had got to her first. Lucky stiff!

As I made my way back into the room and headed toward the remaining threesome, one of the women turned and smiled brightly. "Oh, here he is now. I'm so glad you've come back, I was beginning to feel very left out." Standing and proffering her hand to greet me, she told me "My name is Barbara … and you are?"

"Brad," I said, shaking her hand, not knowing whether it was protocol to kiss her since it was looking like she was my anointed first sex partner of the night.

Barbara half turned toward the couple with her. "This is my husband John and his new friend… um … I'm so sorry, I missed your name."

John stood and the other woman rose and spoke, "I'm Jeanette, how do you do?"

I shook hands with each of them, acknowledging them each by name as I shook. "Barbara … John … Jeanette. So what's happening?"

Barbara became a spokesperson for the trio. "Well, it seems that while you were gone, everybody paired up and there's just us left. John and Jeanette are ready to go and fuck, but they kindly waited with me so I wasn't left alone. I guess it's you and me first up."

She had been talking all very fancy, with a plum in her throat. She was sounding like a sophisticated society person so naturally I was stunned when her la-de-da vocabulary suddenly told me John and Jeanette are ready to go and fuck. I was so bemused by all of this that I flippantly replied, "Well, I suppose a fuck's a possibility for us then."

"I thought you'd never ask," said Barbara and took my hand. "Let's claim a bedroom before John and his friend … um … what's her name."

With that brief introduction, Barbara and I found a bedroom that wasn't occupied and I proceeded to fuck a woman that I had only met five minutes ago … a surreal experience. It wasn't earth-shattering sex, but with five minutes of foreplay in which I sucked her breasts and fingered her clit and cunt, we were both able to get our rocks off with considerable satisfaction.

When I rolled off her for us to bask in the after-glow, she promptly sat up, pulled her panties back on, grabbed her dress and bra and disappeared out the bedroom door. Without even a 'Thank you' or 'That was good' or whatever it is that swingers say at a time like that.

Where she went to so quickly, I have no idea. Nor do I know if that was a typical reaction, because that was the only fuck I got that night at the Swingers' Party. I lay there for about 10 minutes, dwelling on what had just happened, considering how I had just had my first adulterous sex in the five years of my deteriorating marriage. How did that make me feel? Numb really, when I thought of how rapidly my partner had departed the scene.

I didn't know if I was supposed to just lie there until another woman walked in, something like musical rooms. When nothing happened, I got dressed and went back down to the dining room. Naturally, there was nobody around, not even Barbara, so it appeared that she had crashed her way into another bedroom. I walked back out onto the terrace where we had earlier had cocktails. As I sat down to breathe in the fresh sea breeze, a waiter appeared.

"We were just packing up sir, but I thought you may like a drink before we go."

"Thank you," I told him and placed my order. I gazed out over the moonlit rolling surf that thundered in at the base of the cliff on which the house stood. The waiter returned with my drink and I took a sip and watched him depart through the French doors back into the house. My attention was still directed to those doors when a moment later, a vision appeared.

It was the striking dark-haired beauty from the far end of the table. Yes, the woman I told you about in the first paragraph of this story. Most definitely, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Hold on, I better qualify that … that was a very bold statement. I better describe her as the most beautiful woman that I had ever been this close to.

"Oh!" she said, surprised to see me sitting here on the terrace while all that fucking was going on in the bedrooms just one floor above us. "I didn't expect to see anybody out here."

"Neither did I," I told her, standing and offering my hand. "I'm Brad … Brad Rodgers."

"Oh, how do you do, Brad. I am Jacqueline." Her voice was almost lyrical, as romantic as her name. If she had continued talking, I would not have heard the words. I held onto her hand far too long as I admired her beautiful face, elfin like within the frame of her sleek black hair flowing shoulder-length. Her make-up was sparse, not overdone, so her beauty appeared more natural.

"You are welcome to join me, please have a seat."

"Just to talk … I would love to," she replied and I nodded agreement. 

She sat opposite me in an upright chair, her sleek black figure-hugging dress riding up above her knees and she daintily folded one leg over the other.

What is the first thing you say to a beautiful woman like this at a Swingers' Party? 'Have you been upstairs yet?' It may have been tempting to use as an opening line, but I didn't. We made small talk for about twenty minutes, in which time I got to appreciate her vibrant personality, the ease with which she communicated. Then, when I felt more confident with her, I decided to use the line. "Have you been upstairs yet?"

She lowered her face demurely and softly whispered, "Yes … briefly. I don't think this is for me." She was getting in early, telegraphing a warning to me to not get any ideas about us returning to one of the bedrooms. "And you?" she asked.

"Yes I have … I think I might have had the same reaction as you," I told her, seeking to reassure her that my intentions were honourable, at least at this time. This was a woman that you needed to get to know before you go jumping her.

"Is this your first time at one of these?" she asked me.

"Yes it is … what about you?"

"First and last, I'd say."

That was the reaction that I wanted to hear from her lips. We had only just met, but if I were to pursue this woman and develop a relationship with her, I didn't want another partner who was eager to put it around for everyone to have a piece.

"Sounds like it wasn't your idea to come here?"

"No … my partner Barry has been pressing me to do this for months. I told him if he wanted to come here so much, then he should come on his own. He told me they wouldn't let him in if he was single."

"Why did you relent if you were so against swinging?"

"I got so sick of the arguments about why I wouldn't do it. In the end, I only agreed just to shut him up. I thought that I could bluff my way through it, but when I got here tonight and saw all the men undressing me with their eyes, I realised that I couldn't go through with it. Present company excluded of course … actually I don't think I saw you outside. Did you get here late?"

"Wow, thanks. I really made a big impression. No, I was here on time."

Jacqueline reached out with her hand and lightly touched my arm and I felt the heat from her. It was a nice gesture of affection. "No, please don't get me wrong. I thought that I had met all of the men out here on the terrace before dinner … but now I realise that we haven't met until just now."

"You're right, we didn't meet earlier, but I did notice you at the table all through dinner. I could barely take my eyes off you. You truly are a beautiful woman."

"Oh thank you," she smiled and her whole face lit up. "You are so sweet. I am afraid I didn't look around much at dinner. When everyone came in from the terrace, Barry and I hung back out there and we had a fierce argument. I told him that I wouldn't go with any of the men here tonight. He was furious, he called me all sorts of names. Then he realised that he had gone too far, so he tried sweet-talking me. I was determined I wasn't doing it."

"So what did you do? I was the last to leave the dining room and you had gone by then."

"When he saw how determined I was not to have another man, he said it would be okay if I went with a woman. I said no way … I was stunned that he would even suggest it. Anyway, he kept on and on at me, told me that we would both be kicked out if I didn't do something with someone."

"So you agreed to go with a woman?"

She nodded and I felt my cock lurch inside my pants at the thought of it.

"Was that your first time … with a woman, I mean?" I was curious.

She nodded again, then whispered "Yes!" so very softly.

"How did it go?"

She smiled slightly and nodded again. "Yes, it was alright. I don't know if I would want to do it again, but it was an experience … and I did climax, so I feel quite good now."

My cock jerked again. I could not believe this was happening. I had only just met this most beautiful woman, only minutes ago … and here she was, relating her first lesbian experience to me. Go figure!

"So you're not going back upstairs?"

"No I'm not … not with anyone. Sorry Brad." She must have figured that I looked like I thought I was a chance with her. She was possibly right, my face was probably indicating that I wanted to go straight back upstairs with her … I know my cock was.

I tried to reassure her that I was different. "No, it's okay … don't get me wrong … I didn't mean that I wanted to race off upstairs with you."

"Why not, every other man looked to have that on his mind … why are you so different?"




The Woman of My Dreams



She was obviously sceptical of my attempt to paint myself as a reluctant swinger.

"Look Jacqueline, I would love it if you held out your hand and said to me 'Brad, how about we go upstairs and fuck?' But, that's not what I'm about. I've been married five years and my wife has been fooling around for quite a while, I suspect from just a few months after the wedding. There's not too much of a relationship left. She's the one who wanted to come here tonight. Personally, I prefer to get to know a woman first, perhaps have dinner, see a show, whatever. After a few dates, if we both feel something special about the other, then that's the time to get horizontal."

"It's refreshing to hear a man express that … thank you. So what did you do when everybody paired up?"

This was not going to sound good. Instead of maintaining the high moral ground, when the whistle blew, I was upstairs and in for a fuck like the rest of them.

"As luck would have it, I was off at the toilet when everybody split. By the time I got back to the dining room, there were just two women and a man left. The woman who was the wife of the man had pretty much decided that I was to be her first of the night…"

"So you did go upstairs with someone."

"If I said reluctantly, you wouldn't believe me. No, I wasn't that fussed, but here she was, offering a no strings fuck. Even a man with my thoughts about swinging couldn't resist … so I went."

She smiled a sort of I knew it smile. "How was it?"

"Well, we both got there … got our rocks off, I mean."

"I gathered that's what you meant. Was it good for you?"

"No … not one that I'd write home to tell mum about."

"So you do that, do you? Write to your mother and tell her about your conquests." She giggled, indicating that she knew that it was just an old expression I had used and revealing a wicked sense of humour. I loved it.

Quickly changing the subject, I turned the pressure back on her. "So was doing it with another woman all you expected it would be."

"I don't know that I expected it to be anything really."

Don't all women think about doing it with another woman at some time … most men seem to think they do. "I can't believe that you haven't ever thought about it before."

"No, it just never appealed to me … what about you then? That means you must have thought about doing it with another guy?"

"No way!" I was indignant, but I quickly saw that if I had such a strong resistance to gay sex from a man's point of view, then she could quite rightly be against a two-woman thing. I tried to resurrect the inquisition. "So who was on top?"

"You're determined to hear about this, aren't you? What, is it turning you on?"

"I confess it is … yes, just a little."

She clammed up, stood, walked across the terrace to the railing, looked out on the moonlit vista, the rolling surf below the cliff … then finally she turned and stared across at me for a few moments, like she was trying to decide whether to tell me any more.

"I'm sorry," I called out to her, fearing that I had allowed some stupid sexual curiosity to get in the way of a promising friendship. "It's none of my business."

Jacqueline walked slowly and purposefully back across the terrace until she stood directly in front of me, even more beautiful up that close. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the arms of my chair, her face just inches from mine, her shoulder-length black hair falling forward to partially cover her face. My nose inhaled the aroma of her discreet perfume, doing wonderful things again to my libido. She was so close that I could feel her breath on my face.

Looking directly into my eyes, she whispered. "Her name was Heather…"

My cock stiffened alarmingly in my pants.

"…she undressed me and got on top, she kissed and sucked my breasts, then worked her way down and licked and sucked on my clit until I had a mind-blowing orgasm. When I came down from that, she asked me to do the same to her … and I did … with a similar result. We both left the bed truly satisfied … but as I said before, I don't think I would do it again. I prefer a man because they've got something more to work with … but I have to love the man."

I should have been horny and delirious with lust from the way she had just told me what I had been curious to know … but my mind was back on her first words.

"Did you say her name was Heather? Blonde girl, about my age?"

She pulled away, standing straight up, looking down at me. "Yes … Heather … that was her name."

"That's my wife! You had it off with my wife!"

For a moment, she just looked surprised … then her face broke into a huge grin and her head rocked back as her laughter echoed around the terrace. "Small world, isn't it?" and she turned and walked through the door back into the house.

I sat there for a minute stunned, struggling to believe that my wife had got to her before I could. Heather had had this woman that I had desired all through dinner … a woman who shared my disdain for swinging and who seemingly wanted a loving relationship just like me … yet she and my wife had casual sex together. 

Damn … where did she go? I leaped up and followed through the door that she used to go back into the house. I looked at the staircase leading to the bedrooms … she said she wasn't going back up there. Then I heard the screeching of car tyres on the gravel driveway and I ran to the front door. I opened it, only to see the red tail lights of a departing car. She was gone … and the only name I had was Jacqueline.

Chapter 2

The next day, I called the owner of the house where the swingers' party had been and asked him for Jacqueline's number. I don't think I expected him to give it to me … but I had to try. I even risked my pride and asked my wife Heather if she knew who she was … she said she didn't. Then, for good measure, she told me that even if she did, she wouldn't tell me.

Later that week, I went to several real estate agents, asking them to find me an apartment. Within a week, I had a two bedroom place in the inner city … it was time to turn my back on suburbia … and time to turn my back on my marriage. A week later, I signed a lease and I had the key. I booked a furniture removalist for the following Saturday.

On Friday evening, as Heather was about to leave for one of her clandestine night's out with goodness knows whom, I told her to wait a moment.

"I just wanted to tell you, Heather. I am leaving you tomorrow, this marriage is a sham and it won't go on any longer. The removalists will be here at nine in the morning and if you sleep until noon, as you usually do when you have one of these nights out … then I'll be gone by the time you get up. Have a good life without me."

My timing was perfect … one of the few wins I had enjoyed in my confrontations with her over our five years of marriage. She sank back into a chair, her face white … she had not seen it coming.

Heather made a phone call to cancel her friends – or friend - and stayed in that night. She said she wanted to debate my decision, but I informed her it was non-negotiable. I then spent the next six hours packing, stopping to talk to her only to discuss who got what amongst our shared possessions.

By midday Saturday, I was gone … from our home … from our marriage … and onward to a new life.

Chapter 3

The most momentous event in my life to date occurred just three weeks after I moved into my new bachelor pad. While my apartment is what you would call inner city, I usually don't go near the city – or the head office of the company I work for – during the day unless its to lodge paperwork associated with the sales I make.

As fate would have it, I had been called in by my boss on a Wednesday for a special meeting to discuss some new policies. With the meeting over, I got out of the office as quickly as I could and would have normally got out of the city just as fast to get back to my sales territory.

But it was lunchtime and I was hungry, so I went in search of a coffee shop where I might pick up a sandwich and a coffee. The street was filled with city office workers on their lunch break, some walking with purpose to do shopping or banking or something, others just milling around, making it difficult to walk with any speed.

As I turned a corner, my eyes locked on a beautiful young woman with jet black hair and sunglasses, wearing an elegant white two piece suit, the hem a couple of inches above the knee. Her stiletto heels lifted her to nearly 6 feet tall. That was the one good thing about being among lunchtime crowds downtown, you see some stunning women … it's a paradise for pervs.

I wolf whistled softly, nobody would hear it above the traffic din. I did it more for my own satisfaction, confirming to myself that she was a foxy lady. She had so briefly crossed my path, coming from across the street and darting into a restaurant not more than ten paces in front of me.

It took me a moment to register … that was her … that was my mystery woman from the night of the swingers' party. The one I had not been able to trace again … the one that I could not get out of my mind. Having been given an unexpected chance at seeing her again, I could not let her slip out of my life a second time.

I ducked into the restaurant just in time to see her being shown to a table, at which sat a tall greying distinguished looking man who greeted her with an affectionate kiss on the cheek. He looked a good deal older than she did. Had she left her partner and found herself a rich sugar daddy … her looks could get her anyone she wanted. What was I thinking … to believe that I would have a chance with a woman from the A league.

"A table for one sir?" A voice was talking … was he addressing me? My eyes swung away from my dark haired temptress to see the maitre d' addressing me.

"Oh … sorry, er … no … no thanks. I … I'll just have a drink in the bar" and my hand motioned in the direction of the bar. I found a stool from where I could watch her … and I did … intently … for the next hour.

Watching her converse freely with the man, her eyes on his, giving him her undivided attention … it brought back the fond memories of my brief time with her … her warm personality, her ease at conversing about anything.

About 2pm, she rose and kissed the older man on the cheek and began to leave. I threw some money on the bar for my drinks and moved to follow her. The next part would be tricky … I didn't want to appear to be stalking her, yet I had to make contact today. I may never see her again … fate had ensured that I had a second chance, it had to be an omen.

She reached the street and turned left … I darted to the other side of the street and began to walk in the same direction. As luck would have it, at the next corner, she made as if to turn right, a move that would see her cross the street directly into my path. She waited at the corner for the walk light.

I paused just before reaching the corner and turned to look at the building that I was outside, as if looking for a tenant name, all the while making sideways glances to check the progress of the traffic light. When she got the green walk light, I started up again, timing my strides to reach the corner on my side of the road just as she crossed to it.

"Jacqueline!" I called, my face attempting a portrayal of someone who is spontaneously amazed at seeing an old friend. "Remember me … Brad … Brad Rogers … from the … er … from the swingers' party."

"Oh yes, Brad!" This was encouraging … she did recognise me and she smiled with that recognition. "Fancy running into you."

"You got away from me that night and I never got your name or a number. I thought I would never see you again."

"Did you want to?"

What a silly question … of course I wanted to. "Yes … of course. But you drove off in a cloud of gravel."

She looked thoughtful, perhaps recalling that night, possibly weighing up whether she should bother taking this conversation any further. I decided to push for extra time.

"Have you got a moment … can I buy you a coffee?"

"No, I'm sorry, I'm hurrying back to work. I've just had lunch with my father and I'm running late. Sorry!"

Great!! That was her father … I was in with a chance.

"Can I get your number then … I'd love to call you sometime."

"I don't think so, Brad … you being married and all. That's one of the reasons I left in a hurry that night."

"No … no I'm not … that finished a week after that night we met. I live on my own now. I told you that night that the marriage was doomed." 

I hoped that I wasn't sounding desperate now, but I couldn't let her out of my life again. She looked a bit sceptical.

"They all say that … every man that wants to get into my pants – which is probably most men I meet – they all tell me that their marriage is on the rocks."

"Mine really was … and I ended it … walked out."

A mischievous grin came upon her beautiful face. "Not because I slept with her, I hope."

I laughed, "No … the marriage was over before you stole her from me."

She laughed too and it brought back the memory of how impressed I had been that first night talking to her … her personality … her ability to converse … her vivaciousness … she was indeed a rare beauty.

Jacqueline reached into her purse, pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and jotted down a mobile phone number. "Yes … call me … it's okay to call me … we could have a drink one night after work."

The smile that remained from my laughter never left my face. I looked at the piece of paper ensuring that I really did have her number, then folded and tucked it in my wallet. "I'd like to do that … I'll call you … soon."

Her words "That would be nice!" left me with a reassuring feeling that she was interested too. Life was looking up. The smile was locked on my dial for the rest of the day.

Chapter 4

I really wanted to call her that night, but I held off, not wanting to appear too eager. Better to be cool, pretend to her that going out with her wasn't quite the big deal that it really was. I had thought of very little else but Jacqueline these last three weeks, wondering how I could find her number … now I had it and couldn't wait to use it.

It pained me to wait another 24 hours, but I did and phoned her the next night after our chance meeting in the street. I tried at 6pm but it went to voicemail … I didn't leave one. I tried again at 7pm and she answered … live and in person. When I heard her lilting voice, I pictured an image of her as she said "Hi … Jacqueline here."

"Jacqueline…" My voice choked at hearing her voice and her name didn't quite come out right, I was nervous as a schoolboy. I tried again. "Jacqueline … hi, it's me … Brad … Brad Rodgers."

She didn't seem to register and was silent.

"It's Brad, Jacqueline. We met again yesterday … in the street. You gave me your number…"

"Where did we meet again?"

My heart sank. "Yesterday, in the street … oh, and before that, at the swingers' party."

"Sure Brad, I remember … I'm sorry, I like playing games. How are you tonight?"

The warmth in her voice came right through the phone … she sounded like she was smiling through every word.

"I'm … er … I'm good. You had me going there for a minute."

"Yeah, I've got this crazy sense of humour. Takes some people a while to adjust to me."

"That's fine, I like it. Listen, you said I could call you up…"

"Sure Brad."

I was so nervous, fearing a rejection. "I just wondered … if … er … if you might like to go to dinner one night … or see a movie … whatever."

"Yes Brad … that would be cool. So what do you prefer doing?"

"Well, we can't talk in a movie and I'd really like to get to know you better … so how about dinner?"

"When did you have in mind?"

"Is tomorrow night too soon?"

"Not at all, that would be great. Where do you want to go?"

"There's a good restaurant downtown … it's called Monty's."

"I think I know it … will I meet you there?"

"What about I pick you up?"

"No, we'll meet there … how about 7.30."

"That's good for me … I'll see you then."

Jacqueline was being wary, she obviously didn't intend for me to have her address until she was satisfied that I wasn't a rapist. I could live with that … for now. I was ecstatic, I actually had a date with my dream girl.

Time passed very slowly the next day. When I was able to get away from my last sales call, I hurried home to my apartment and had a quick shower to spruce up for the night. I arrived at Monty's 15 minutes early, just so I didn't keep the lady waiting.

She walked in fashionably late at 7.35. The aura that surrounded this ravishing lady ensured that the heads of every male in that restaurant spun like they were on a spindle … just to check her out. She had made a grand entrance and I wondered if she fully understood the effect that she had on men.

I bought her a drink and we talked as we slowly sipped from our glasses. At 8.00, the waiter showed us to our table and it took us half an hour to order from the menu, because we were too busy talking. All through the meal, we just talked until the food was cold for the last few bites. More talking through dessert.

Talk … talk … talk … about what, you ask. I don't know, somehow, we just jumped from one topic to another, as if we had known each other for years.

Around 11.00, the waiter had to tell us to leave. Reluctantly, I paid the bill and we got our coats and walked out into the evening chill.

"Did you drive here? I asked.

"No, I got a cab. But don't call one … can we just walk … I'd like that."

"Sure, I can think of nothing better."

She slipped her arm in mine and together we set out to walk … I enjoyed the pressure of her warm body against my arm. I wasn't quite sure where we were heading … or indeed whether she knew. But it was fun, and the talking continued. What a great conversationalist she was … and so knowledgeable and confident. I pretended I was too.

We walked about five blocks through the good part of town … suddenly, she stopped outside an impressive looking apartment building.

"You probably didn't know it, but you've been walking me home. This is where I live," she said as her eyes looked skyward, indicating that her home was somewhere on the upper floors. "I'd invite you in, but the place is a mess. Maybe some other time."

"Oh no, I guess that means our evening is over…" I left the words to float in the air, hoping that she might reconsider to extend the night.

"I'm afraid it is, Brad. I have to tell you though, that I have had the most wonderful night … you are so easy to talk to."

"I was only thinking the same thing about you."

"Would you like to do it again … sometime soon … if that's what you want?"

"Jacqueline, I would love to … when are you free?"

"I have a girlfriend coming over for dinner tomorrow night and I'm staying at my parents' home in the country on Saturday night. There is Sunday, but I like to stay in. You know, I iron my clothes for the week … all that sort of thing. What about next Wednesday?"




The Woman of My Dreams



Six days away, it was going to be hard to wait until then. "Fine," I said … I already had it bad for this beautiful woman. But the night had gone even better than I had anticipated. Now, what do I do? Should it be a kiss or a handshake? And if it's a kiss, dare I slip a tongue, or is that a bit forward on the first date. Damn … it had been seven years since I did this sort of thing … what if they did things differently now? I didn't want to appear a dork.

I went for the kiss, my hands grasped both of her arms, pinning them to her sides, then leant in for the kiss. Our lips locked … then hers parted slightly … I was surprised. But she was a good kisser … did she want my tongue … was she going to offer hers. I put more into the lip action and pulled on her arms, drawing her closer in the clinch.

Our mouths were open, I pushed my tongue out through my lips and lightly licked it along her top lip … not venturing into her mouth. Her top lip satisfactorily licked, my tongue swiped along her bottom lip and, above the sound of the traffic going by, I thought that I detected a soft whimper.

I pulled back and looked into her eyes.

"Nice!" she said approvingly. "That was very nice … thanks for a wonderful evening … will you call me about Wednesday?"

"You bet!" I told her and she spun around and was gone into the foyer of her apartment building, looking back at me just once through the glass doors.

We had progressed already to the point where she had enough confidence in me to risk letting me see where she lived … well, at least the outside of the building.

We went out again on Wednesday … our second date … dinner again, but a different restaurant. We had another great time … it was good that we were able to communicate so freely. We had met after work at the restaurant, which was much further away from her apartment this time.

So when we emerged from the restaurant around 10.30, we had to hail a cab … it was raining so it took some time to get a vacant cab. We raced out from the shelter of the restaurant doorway and jumped into the back seat.

As the driver pulled out into the busy after-theatre traffic, Jacqueline turned to me to speak. "Brad, I know that you probably want me to, but I'm not going to invite you up for coffee. Everybody knows what come up for coffee really means and I don't think that I'm quite ready for that yet."

Even though I tried to portray a neutral expression, she obviously saw what she believed was disappointment on my face.

"Brad, I like you very much … I really do … I'm already very fond of you. And I cannot believe how quickly we have reached this point. But I'm a bit of an old fashioned girl, I want to know that there is something special between us before we become really intimate."

I opened my mouth to speak, but she pressed her fingers to my mouth to hush me.

"Yes, I know, you can tell me your feelings, but they can be just words. I want to feel something special within myself … I think its coming … but let's not rush it."

Her fingers left my mouth, allowing me to answer. "That's okay, hopefully I'm going to be around you for the long term. I can wait … I wasn't expecting anything at all just yet."

"Well, most guys do … and I didn't want you to be discouraged, because I really do like you."

"And I like you too … very much!" To punctuate the last sentence, I leaned toward her and softly kissed her lips, not really with passion, just a chaste kiss. She accepted it and I withdrew. I turned to look out the cab window, we were proceeding slowly in the heavy rain-affected traffic.

When I turned back to her, she said, "You can do that some more, I didn't say no kissing. It looks like the rain will still be heavy when we get to my place … why don't you hold the cab and I'll just jump out. Since we won't get to kiss in front of my building – like last Friday – then don't you think we should do it now?"

I ran my arm up and along the back of the seat, pulling her upper body toward me and went back in for a more serious kiss. Her lips had already parted before our mouths touched. My tongue immediately snaked out to repeat the gentle licking of her upper lip, then lower lip, as I did last Friday night outside the doors to her building. She had seemed to like that.

Having gently licked both of her lips, my tongue then ventured into her open mouth, sliding easily between her teeth till it touched her tongue. She whimpered at the sensual contact of our tongues and so began a wriggling, writhing tussle of the two tongues within her mouth as our lips locked firmly together. I felt one of her hands come up and she rested it gently at the back of my neck, keeping my mouth on hers.

The next time she whimpered – or was it a moan – I made a similar sound back. We maintained the passionate kiss for two or three minutes. When our mouths broke apart, we were both left somewhat breathless, our breathing heavy.

"You're a good kisser … I like that we're doing this," she told me when she had steadied her breathing. Her hand dropped down and she placed it on my thigh, about midway along. My hand came up to her face and I affectionately brushed aside a few strands of hair that had fallen across her eyes.

"Did I tell you you're a beautiful woman?"

"I think you did."

"I don't think I told you that I'm falling for you…"

She moved her hand off my thigh and again placed the fingers quickly to my lips.

"It's too soon, you can't know that yet. You don't know that much about me."

My hand moved to pull her fingers away so I could talk.

"I have learnt an amazing amount about you in just two dates, and I love what…" Her fingers moved to stop my words again. "Alright … I like what I see."

Jacqueline looked out of the cab window, looking for a landmark to establish where we were. "We're getting close to my place, we don't have long together, we've talked enough tonight. Can you kiss me again … please."

She didn't have to ask twice … I went straight back at it and our lips and tongues combined to stir the fires in a long and passionate kiss, our arms around each other in a warm embrace. It continued this time until we both detected the cab slowing and we realised that all too soon, we were at her apartment building.

Again, we were both breathing heavily when our lips parted. She looked at me long and hard, staring directly into my eyes and I would not have been surprised if she had suddenly said 'Come on up!' But she didn't, she opened her purse and started foraging for money.

"I've got it," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

She went for the door handle, opened it out into the wet night and turned for one final look back. "Call me … please."

"I'll call … tomorrow I'll call. I want to see you again soon."

"I hope so." She flashed a magic smile and slipped out of the cab, out into the wet night. I gave the cabbie my address and we drove on through the wet streets.

At home, I didn't go straight to bed. I checked my messages on the phone, opened my mail, then went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. I switched on the TV and tried to watch a movie until I began to feel drowsy. About 12.30, I stripped off my trousers and shirt and got into bed in just my boxers and undershirt.

My head had barely touched the pillow when the phone rang, startling me. I don't like very late night phone calls, they can usually be bad news … was it mum calling to tell me dad was sick, or dad calling to tell me mum was sick? Tentatively, I reached across to the bedside table and picked it up.

A very husky sensuous female voice said, "Are you in bed yet?'

While she was obviously talking this way to disguise her voice, I knew that it had to be Jacqueline. "I am actually … only just got in."

"That's great, my timings perfect then. Are you laying there in the dark, or is the light on?"

"No, it's dark, why?"

"It's dark here too. I just called to tell you that your new girlfriend had a wonderful night with you."

"Are you my new girlfriend?"

She hesitated, perhaps it wasn't the answer she was expecting. "Don't you want me to be?"

"I sure do, would love nothing better."

"That's good, because I've been laying here in my bed for the past hour, thinking about a lot of things, but mainly thinking about you. I was kind of confused … I've never become so … so fond of a man so quickly before. After the last relationship burned me, I was going to wait a long while, but you … you have just blown me away. I feel so comfortable with you."

"That's good to hear … I feel exactly the same way."

"You know what, Brad? You'll probably hate me for admitting this, but…"

"I don't think I could ever hate you. You're a beautiful young woman, you're intelligent and we just seem to gel. So what's to hate?"

"…I was starting to say that I realise now that I should have invited you up to my place tonight, that's why you'll hate me."

"That would have been nice, but I'm not going to hate you for not inviting me."

"Even when I admit to you that at this very moment you could have been making love to me. Brad, I was so close to saying come on up. I just wasn't sure then. But I've thought about it for the last hour and now I wish your body was next to me … on top of me … and a part of you was inside of me."

My cock had sprung to life, pushing the sheet up as she sensually whispered her desires to me.

"Wow, I feel exactly the same, Jacqueline, I wish I could be there right now."

"Help me feel that you are here with me, Brad. Tell me, have you got any clothes on?"

"Yes … yes, I have!"

"What are you wearing?"

"I've just got an undershirt and boxers on, and a light sheet over me."

"Get rid of the undershirt, that's not very sexy. What about the boxers … are they silk boxers?"

"Yes they are," I answered as I struggled to hold the phone while getting the undershirt off over my head.

"I like silk, Brad … I've got some silk underthings that I think you'd like to see me in … you know, some silk panties and a silk teddy. I'd really like you to touch me while I'm wearing some of my silky things. Would you like to do that?"

Boy, this woman was hot. Who would have believed? We had only had two dates and here she was having phone sex with me … she truly was going to be the woman of my dreams.

"Yes, I'd love to touch you in silk … I'd just love to touch you anyway."

"I hoped that you might, do you want to touch me naked?"

"Yes!" My hand slipped down to touch the tip of my cock that was tenting up my silk boxers.

"You should be here now then, Brad … you should be here in the dark beside me, in my bed … because I'm naked, Brad. Totally naked, not even a sheet over me. Would you like to be here with me, touching me?"

My voice broke as I answered her, "Yes!"

"Not very talkative, Brad. You haven't started without me, have you? You're not touching your … your thing?" She seemed to be hesitant about what to call my cock.

Sprung … I pulled my hand back as if she could really see me. "No … no I haven't, Jacqueline."

"That's good, because if I find that you've already started, I'll have to hang up."

"No … no, don't do that!"

"Okay then, where were we? Oh, that's right, I was just telling you that I was naked. I've had a shower, so I'm nice and clean all over … I'm squeaky clean wherever you would want to touch me … or kiss me. There might be certain parts where you'd prefer to kiss … would that be right, Brad?"

"Oh yes, there is, Jacqueline … touch first, then kiss." I was getting into it too, with this incredibly sensual woman who had revealed none of this overtly sexual side through the two dinner dates we had enjoyed.

"Good Brad … that's very good. I'll tell you what I'm going to do … since I'm naked and there's no clothes to push out of the way, I'll just move my hand over my body and I'll tell you what part of me I'm touching … and you tell me what you would do with it."

"Sounds good to me, I'm ready to play."

"Remember, don't touch your … your thingy, you know what, until I tell you to."

"What do you mean, Jacqueline? Are you talking about my cock?"

"I knew you'd call it that … I just don't like some of those words. I had a very strict upbringing … a good family, but they never swore and never used those sort of words to describe their body parts."

"Jacqueline, I don't like things, it seems impersonal. Can we compromise, how about penis?"

"It sounds a bit clinical, but that's better. I think I could handle penis."

"That would be a good thing … handling penis, I mean."

She giggled infectiously, it seemed out of character with the sexual vamp she was playing on the phone.

"Come on Brad, be serious, I'm starting now. My fingers are touching my lips and I'm licking them because they may need to be a bit wet when they get to some places."

"Do you want me to wet my fingers too, Jacqueline?"

"That might be a good idea, Brad. Now, my fingers are tracing down over my chin … now over my neck … and now they've started up a bit of a slope … what's this, oh Brad, they're on my breasts now, lightly running over one breast and then the other. Oh, what's this, I've found a bit sticking up from my breast, Brad. It's brown and it's really quite firm to touch and, oh my God, Brad, it makes me feel really good when I swirl my fingers around it. What do you think it's called, Brad?"

My mouth was dry. "Your nipple … it's your nipple, Jacqueline."

"That's right, do you want to touch yours, Brad? I know it won't feel as good as touching mine, but at least you can imagine what it feels like to touch my nipple, Brad. I bet your hand is going to feel good when you eventually do. When do you think that might be, Brad?"

"Damn soon … God, you're so hot, it's got to be soon."

"Steady, Brad, we've got a long way to go, don't be too eager. You're not touching your thing … oh, I'm sorry, your penis. Brad, you're not touching your penis, are you?"

"No … I want to, but I'm not!"

"That's good, Brad … don't want you to get ahead of me. What else do you think you're going to do with my nipple when we're together … when we're in the same bed?"

"Oh God! Jacqueline, I'm going to put my mouth on your nipple and I'm going to lick it and suck it. I might even bite it a bit, but I'll be gentle."

"Ooh, you'd have to be gentle, I'm not into a lot of pain … but I do like the licking and sucking bit. Brad, I'd like to spend more time touching my nipple, but from the sound of your breathing, I don't think I've got time." She giggled once again … she was sounding great, maintaining her sultry sensual voice.

"I'm okay … I'm doing well, just so long as I keep my hand off it, I'm alright."

"That's good, Brad … very disciplined. Now, my fingers are on the move again. I'm just touching my belly button … it's an inny, Brad … just so you can picture it. Now, my fingers are running over my belly, it's smooth and flat."

"I knew it would be!"

"Oh, I'm feeling a few strands of wiry hair now, what could that be, Brad? There's not much of it, because I shave around my lips … do you know what lips I'm talking about, Brad? Not the lips of my mouth … I'm telling you about those special lips - down there … I like to keep it bare. You'll be able to see all of that one day, Brad."

"I hope it's soon." I was trying to keep my voice steady, the mental picture was driving me crazy, even though I wasn't yet wanking. She was very good at this, I wondered if she had ever done it with other men. And was she for real, it had come as a huge surprise. From our two dates, I had discovered she was a fun lady, but this side of her was brand new to me. Was this likely to lead to full-blown sex with her on our next date, or was this some prick teasing routine?

"I'm at the good bits now, Brad. Now you better pay attention … you don't want to miss anything. My fingers are just sliding along this narrow slit of mine … it's sort of an opening, but the lips do close up tight when its not in use. Just as well I wet my fingers before I started … I might have to prise them apart. Ooh, no … it doesn't matter, I'm already wet down there … God, you wouldn't believe how wet I am. Now how do you think that happened, Brad?"

"You must have turned yourself on, just by talking. I can understand why, you've hit all the right switches with me. My boxers are soaked around the tip of my cock, Jacqueline."

"Penis, Brad … soaked around the tip of your penis. I told you I don't like those coarse words that most men use."

"I guess I can't call your cunt a cunt then, can I?"

"I'd rather you didn't, but we haven't got that far yet."

"No, but we're damn close to it."

"Well, as I was saying, my fingers are sliding along this opening, these lips … they've already parted and the lips are swollen, they're all puffy … I'm feeling it now, it's very wet there. I must be wet because I've been thinking about you, Brad … I've been wondering what it will feel like when you make love to me. I wish you were here now, doing it now … I'm so silly, I should have invited you up tonight. Then we could be making love now. Are you good at it, Brad, do you think you'll make me feel good … can you make it last a long time for us?"

"I hope I'll be good for you, Jacqueline … love and sex hasn't been a good part of my life for the past year or two. The way Heather has been in our marriage, I haven't really cared that much whether I was good at it or not. But you … you're something special to me … you'll be my inspiration. I'm determined to make it good for you, because you're the person that I want to be with. And your pleasure will be my number one aim."

"Ooh, that's so nice, Brad … I haven't known you very long, but you know what? I believe you, I have total trust in you, you just seem like a straight-up guy who wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone. That's the conclusion I came to tonight after you dropped me off, while I was laying here in my bed, thinking about you – and us. I was thinking over everything you've told me, everything I've learned about you … and it all seems good."

"I'm going to take my boxers off now, Jacqueline … I think I might have to touch myself."

"Yes … yes, take them off. But don't touch yet … I've still got a little way to go."

"Alright, but I'm so horny, it's twitching all by itself … I'm going to have to start touching my cock soon."

"I won't do this any more if you keep calling it that, Brad."

"Okay … okay! My penis then … are you satisfied?"

"Not yet, Brad … but hopefully soon I will be … and you too, I hope. Now where was I? Oh, yes … while I've been talking to you, my finger has just been slurping around down there at the entrance."

"What entrance, Jacqueline? Now what are you going to call it besides down there … can't you call it your cunt for me?"

"Stop it, Brad … it's my vagina, if you want me to give it a name."

"That will do for now, but I will want you calling it a cunt one day, Jacqueline."

"We'll see! Now, my fingers are getting very busy down there and it's all wet and now I'm just pushing slightly against the opening. Oh Brad, it feels good, I'd bet you'd like it to be your fingers that are now pushing in to me. I'm imagining it's your fingers."




The Woman of My Dreams



"What about my tongue, Jacqueline? Can you feel my tongue licking you down there? I'd really want to have my tongue there first … before my fingers and before my cock … er, penis."

"Yes … yes … your tongue would feel very nice. Just wait a minute … I'm taking my fingers out of me … out of my vagina. They're out now, Brad … because I want to feel my fingers on my clitoris. Ooohhhh … that feels so good, Brad. I'm imagining my fingers are really your fingers as they go round and round on my clitoris. They're all wet … wet from my juices. Ohhh … it's feeling gooood!"

Brad sensed from her breathing and from her voice that she was losing it. "Jacqueline, it sounds to me like you're about to come … I don't want to get left behind. So I'm putting my hand on my penis, Jacqueline. I'm stroking it now and it's feeling damn good."

"Yes, Brad … touch yourself, stroke it … imagine that's my hand that's touching you now. Are you feeling good, Brad? Because I am … I think you're going to make me come, Brad!"

"Yes, Jacqueline … feelin' good … oh, any minute now … I'm getting close … are you with me?"

Jacqueline lost the sultry huskiness in her voice, now it became just raw emotion, her pitch rising, her breathlessness making her words halting and staccato. "Brad, I'm … I'm almost there … it's your fingers, not mine…"

"What about this big thing of mine … can you feel that in you too, Jacqueline. Don't call it a penis, darling … give me the c word … what am I going to fuck you with?"

"No Brad … don't make me … I don't want to say it."

"Yes … tell me, Jacqueline … tell me what I'm going to fuck you with … to make you feel really good inside?"

Her breathing was heavy and intense, she was right on the verge and she blurted out what I wanted to hear from her. "Your cock, Brad … you're gonna fill me with your cock."

"It's hard, so hard and I'm coming now."

"Oh yes … uunnnggghhh … I'm there, Brad … oh, fill me with your hard cock."

There were no more intelligible words from the pair of us for the next minute or so as both bodies in separate beds in different apartments across town … separated by several blocks … exploded in ecstasy. 

Eventually, it was me who spoke first. "Jacqueline, how do you feel? Was it a good finish?"

"Oh yes, Brad … the whole time that my fingers were swirling around on my clit and inside me, I was imagining that they were yours. Oh Brad, I want you so much … I'm going to hang up now, but promise you'll call me tomorrow … I want our next date to be real soon. Maybe you can come over here to my place. I wish I'd invited you back here tonight … then we would both be laying together in each other's arms. I was so stupid."

"Don't upset yourself … next time we will be."

"Okay! Goodnight Brad … I'm going to sleep now … you sleep tight too. Don't forget to call me."

"I'll call you … I promise."

We hung up, but before I could get some sleep, I had to go to the bathroom and grab a towel … to wipe my cock and the sheets and my boxers.

Chapter 5

I wanted to call Jacqueline when I woke up … again after my shower and as I ate breakfast. I wanted to call her after my first sales appointment. Somehow, I held out until about 11am … I don't know why I waited. The ground rules in our relationship seemed to have altered. Neither of us had a reason to hold back, we had both declared our lust – if not our love – in last night's phone call. But would Jacqueline continue to be the seductress that she portrayed on the phone last night … or was that a wine-inspired episode hiding behind a phone.

I was partly right. When she answered, it was the cool, efficient Jacqueline that I had been out with twice … not the husky temptress of last night.

"Hi Jacqueline … how are you today?"

"Oh, hi Brad … gee, it's good to hear from you. I wasn't sure that you were going to call me."

"And why wouldn't I?"

"I thought that you may have been put off but by some strange person who used my name to phone you last night."

"You mean that wasn't you?"

"Well darling, it was my body squirming around on my bed and my mouth saying all those things, but I don't quite know where they came from … that wasn't the normal me."

"What a shame, you were exciting."

"Really, you liked her … that is, me."

"Of course I did … that was one of the most exciting phone calls I have ever had."

"Oh that's good. Should I bring her out some more?"

"Can you control it, or is she just some split personality that hides beneath the real you? Or … just maybe … is that the real you?"

"No, I don't think that's the real me. I don't know what got into me. I was laying at home thinking about the night we had just enjoyed and I kind of reached a decision that I would like to see a lot more of you. Then suddenly, I just had this urge to be very sexual to you. I dialled your number before I thought it all through. This morning, I was worried that you may not have approved of that side of me."

"Are you crazy? I loved it … you just let yourself go. That was so refreshing … a real turn on. If that was anything to go by, I think we're going to have a great relationship. So, when can I see you again?"

How about tonight, Brad? Oh God no, that sounds a bit too desperate, doesn't it?"

"No … not at all. If you want to make it tonight, I'm up for it."

"I bet you will be, after last night."

"No Jacqueline … I didn't mean that. I'm just eager to see you whenever we can get together."

"Brad, how about we make it Saturday night? That way, neither of us has work the next day. We can stay up late if we want to."

"Yeah … sounds great … although it's going to be hard waiting until Saturday to see you again."

"Makes for much more anticipation for both of us. So what do you want to do?"

"Well, we can do dinner somewhere, we've only done two, so there's still a lot of good restaurants in this town. Or maybe you'd like to do a movie for a change?"

"Brad, I was thinking… Oh my God, I'm not sure, this might sound a bit forward."

"Why, what is it? What do you want to do?"

"Well, I know it's only our third date and this is usually what couples do after six months or so. But, I thought that we've done a couple of good restaurants, so how about we just veg out … you come over to my place for dinner? Perhaps, we could hire out a DVD … or, I do have cable, so we might catch a good movie there. What do you think?"

I tried to keep the excited edge from my voice when I answered. "That sounds just great, Jacqueline! So, are you cooking or will we just get take out."

"No … no, I'll cook, Brad. So is that alright with you?"

"Yes, definitely … I think that would be great."

"I know what's running through your mind, especially after last night. But don't anticipate too much. We'll just have dinner, a bit of wine, watch a movie and see how the evening goes. No promises, okay?"

"Yeah, no promises … that's just fine, Jacqueline. I'm looking forward to it already."

I hung up and was stoked … this is certainly the woman of my dreams, in more ways than one. She has a great personality, a keen sense of humour, she is loving and affectionate and appears to have a sexually adventurous style about her. What more could a man wish for.

The days dragged by until Saturday, so much so that by that afternoon, my adrenalin was pumping in anticipation. Would we follow through on what she had started with that exciting phone call the other night, or was I expecting too much too soon.

I was downstairs outside her apartment building thirty minutes early, the smile hadn't left my face in hours. I was at last a happy man after the demise of my marriage to Heather. I couldn't go upstairs yet … getting somewhere this early was nearly as rude as getting there late. I walked around the block, bought a bottle of wine, then found a nice bunch of flowers.

At five minutes to seven, I pressed her doorbell … she opened it promptly. Wow, that's all I can say … wow! Initially, I thought that she was dressed in a pants suit, but as she stood there, back-lit by the lights in her apartment, I realised that they were more like lounging pyjamas. They were in a pastel blue and were somewhat transparent, though not blatantly so.

"Oh Brad, flowers, that's so sweet," she gushed as I entered and handed the bunch to her, leaning over to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. "Ummm … it's great to see you, I've missed you, Brad."

"Me too, Jacqueline. I've been walking around your block for three hours," I joked.

"Silly!" She playfully punched my arm. "Come in, make yourself comfortable."

It was a spacious living room that I entered and I could see a small kitchenette off to one side, partially hidden by a breakfast bar with stools. The apartment was tastefully furnished. I walked over and put the bottle of wine down on the breakfast bar while Jacqueline found a vase for the flowers.

She offered me a drink and I chose bourbon and we sat down alongside each other on the three-seater lounge, each at one end and half turned to the other. We talked animatedly for the next twenty minutes, mostly about the stuff we had each done in the days since we had last been together. Neither mentioned the frenetic phone sex we had indulged in only three nights ago.

Nearing 7.30, she excused herself and jumped up to tend the meal that she was cooking. I rose too and went to sit at the breakfast bar so that I could continue to converse while she put the finishing touches to our dinner.

Twenty minutes later, we were sitting at her dining table, and just getting started on what appeared to be a magnificent meal that she had prepared. A fine beautiful woman … and she could cook too … perfect! We opened the wine that I had brought and that complemented the good meal.

Both of us avoided any sexual banter, but still, there seemed to be an exciting air of anticipation in the room. Maybe it was just me. Jacqueline was a vision, her jet black hair shiny, her pyjamas seemingly a hint of what may be to come.

When we had allowed the food to settle, she suggested "Would you like a coffee?"

"No, I'm good, I feel nice and mellow after the good food and fine wine. Rather than stay at the table, can we go back to the lounge, as we were before dinner?"

"Sure, that's okay … although I do still have dessert to serve you."

"Well, maybe we might just hold on the dessert for a little while."

"Okay, whatever you want," she was very agreeable as we pushed our chairs back at the table and, taking our wine glasses, moved to the lounge. I sat down where I had been before, at the right hand end of the lounge, leaving lots of room for Jacqueline, but she chose to drop down right alongside me, on my left, immediately resting her head down on my shoulder. "Can I move up here close to you … I feel a need to be near you."

"I'd like that very much," I told her as I placed my left arm around her shoulder and hugged her close to me. She turned her face to look up at me and with the arm that was holding her body, I pulled her closer to me, my lips coming down to meet hers. It was a nice unhurried kiss that began with the softest touching of our lips, then very slowly the pressure of our mouths seemed to increase in unison.

Our lips had remained closed despite the mounting pressure of our mouths against each other until at last our lips just parted together. I have no idea who started it … it just seemed so natural for both of us to take this long kiss to the next stage and now as our open mouths twisted together, something had to fill the gap. Her tongue did just that as it pushed through my parted lips and engaged my own tongue.

Now, we were getting somewhere, our bodies seemed to re-position more, each turning until Jacqueline's body was laying on her side but against me, almost on top of my body and we were stretched out along the lounge, my feet still touching the floor and hers resting on my ankles. My hand that was around her began to gently stroke her back through her pyjamas … they seemed to be made of satin … they were smooth to the touch.

I brought my right hand across my body and tentatively touched her neck, then passed it over the material of her pyjamas, moving my hand down until my fingers spread out to gently grasp her left breast. A little moan escaped from her behind our clamped lips.

Still our kiss, now highly arousing, continued in intensity and she threw her left leg across my body, so that her hot crotch pressed hard up against my upper thigh. As our lips moved in a frenzy of activity – tongues hyperactive – so too her crotch began to grind against my leg. My erection was already straining in my pants, but I hadn't thought to adjust it into an upward position before all this started, so now my cock was caught pointing down, but its stiffness needed to be pointing outward or upward. I was really uncomfortable.

I took my hand off her breast, only long enough to reach down and adjust the direction of my restrained cock. Jacqueline didn't miss the movement, our kiss broke and her face lifted to look straight into my eyes. "Do you have a problem?"

"Yes, since you mention it, I do," I told her as my fingers touched the outside of my trousers, adjusting my cock within the confines of my pants.

"What's wrong, can I help?" This was the mischievous Jacqueline coming out again, seeking to embarrass me.

"You already have."

"Have what?"

"Have helped … your mere presence here on the lounge with me has caused my cock to grow to be too big for my pants."

"Your what? What is it that's grown too big?"

I had forgotten about her recently expressed dislike of crude language … was that genuine or not? "Okay, my penis … alright, is that alright? My penis got big because you're lying here with me."

"Does your penis embarrass you like that very often?"

"It's not embarrassing me at all … its just having a perfectly normal reaction. Much like how your nipple enlarged when I was just touching your tit."

"My what?" she looked at me indignantly.

"Oh okay, your breast, is that alright?"

"Perfect, I'll have you speaking proper in no time," she said with a laugh. "Do you like my breasts?"

"I haven't had a chance to see one yet."

"No you haven't, but you did some serious touching … did it feel nice in your hand."

"Yes it did for me … how about you? Did you like having me touch it?"

"Yes I did," she told me before her face closed in on mine and her lips playfully nipped at mine, closing to capture my bottom lip and pulling it out before her lips let go and my mouth was normal again.

Her body wriggled around some more with the result that her lower body had now moved to lay totally on top of mine, her crotch was now laying atop my stiff cock and her thighs were wrapped either side of mine. We were in a very sexual position, although still clothed. She bent at the waist, lifting her upper body upright and one hand came up to undo the top button of her pyjamas.

Her eyes looked intently down into mine, there was just a slight smile on her face that was framed by her shiny black shoulder length hair. While maintaining the eye contact, she undid a second button and I was itching to look down and see how much had been revealed, but I dare not break the spell of our gaze.

Her hand came down to grasp the hand of my nearest arm and she lifted it. As it came up between our bodies, she pushed my hand into the gap in the front of her pyjama top, gently placing the palm of my hand over her bare breast. Naturally, feeling the smooth skin of her full round breast and the elongated nipple, my hand began to grind around, sensually fondling her breast.

Both of her eyes closed, revealing to me the emotion and passion that she was feeling from our first intense but tentative sexual touching. Although most of the length of her body was pressed tightly against mine, from the waist up, her frame was lifted, allowing my hand to roam freely over and around her left breast, then daring to steal across to her right one. A whimper came from her parted lips and her tongue slipped out to moisten them.

"That's nice," she whispered, her eyes still closed as she experienced the passion in my touch. "You've got good hands … not too rough."

"Your breasts feel really good."

"You should feel it from my side."

"I wish I could."

I felt her lower body lift, slipping back onto her side alongside me, as she had been before. Then, I felt her hand on the outside of my trousers, grasping the length of my cock and gently squeezing it.

"Do you think this could be a similar feeling for you to what your hand's doing for me?" She began to move her hand up and down my rigid cock, still encased in my clothing.

"It could be if my clothes weren't in the way."

"That's easily fixed," she said and her eyes reopened even though I was still fondling her bare breasts with one hand. I felt her fingers move to the zipper in the fly of my pants and tug it down … then her hand reached in, pushing my underwear aside to take a hold of my erect cock and pull it out through the opening of my trousers. Her palm swirled a couple of times around the head of my cock. "How's that?"

Now it was my turn to close my eyes as I savoured the fabulous sensations that her hand immediately brought to the sensitive underside just below the crown. "Oh shit, that's great!"

"Well, you're easily pleased."

Responding, I brought my second hand up so that both of her breasts would now have constant non-stop attention. The doubling of sensations had the desired effect, her eyes closed again as mine opened. "Okay … okay!" she conceded.

"Seems like you're easily pleased too … two hands, double the pleasure!"

"Ummm, I like that very much."

I rolled her off and away from me, pushing her back against the back of the lounge, one of my hands leaving a breast to complete the undoing of buttons on her pyjama top, then pulling it open, revealing her two fabulous globes to my eyes for the first time. For a moment, all that I could do was stare, taking in the magnificent sight before me. Despite the change of position on the lounge, her hand still had a hold of my cock and she squeezed it tight.

"Brad … are you just going to stare at them?"

"I'd like to, they're magnificent."

"Well thank you, that's so nice of you. And they're all mine … not an ounce of silicone was used in the making of these babies." She shook her upper body for great effect … it worked! They jiggled. My face moved closer and I took the nearest nipple into my mouth and sucked. Jacqueline let out another moan, more expressive than the last.

Her free hand came up to clasp my head firmly to her breast while her hand on my cock turned into a fist that closed around my shaft and began milking it, drawing a very contented sigh from me. Meanwhile, I was using my lips and tongue on her nipples and areolae … occasionally even my teeth would graze a nipple, eliciting a gasp from her.

We continued this way for quite some time, but her hand on my cock was having too strong an effect and I was fearful that I would blow very soon. I tried to pull my lower body backward, to get away from her hand, but she held on to me wherever I moved my body.




The Woman of My Dreams



Jacqueline's breathing had become slow and heavy and she was making little gasping sounds as my mouth ravaged her breasts. Eventually, just in time, I managed to pull my pulsing cock free of her grasp and to ensure that she didn't regain a hold, my hands grabbed each of her wrists and pinned them against the back of the lounge, on either side of her head. My mouth continued to devour her nipples with increased enthusiasm while she moaned her appreciation.

With her hands trapped against the lounge, I managed to manoeuvre my knees between her thighs, parting them, and then I lowered my body down so she could feel my stiff hard-on against her pyjama bottoms, rubbing right up in her crotch. That just brought a new round of moaning and she thrust her pelvis up at mine, trying to connect her special parts with my cock.

I had to get her pyjama bottoms off … I wanted her naked. Our relationship was moving ahead quickly and I was detecting no sign of resistance from her. Quite the contrary, she was hot … this woman wanted to be loved tonight.

I had to let her hands go in order to get my hands into the waistband of her pyjamas, but neither of her hands attempted to grab my cock again. Instead, she closed both of her hands around the back of my head, virtually guiding my lips around and over her breasts, steering my head to where it would feel best for her.

My hands grabbed a hold of her pyjama bottoms and pulled them down from her waist. Jacqueline lifted her arse and the pj's slipped down to her knees. I moved my legs from between hers to allow the garment to be dragged down her legs and off her feet. She was now naked except for a flimsy pair of lace panties.

I moved off to the side of her without missing a beat in my oral assault on her wonderful breasts. One of my hands touched her knee and I gently caressed it up and along the inside of one thigh. When my hand was barely a fingernail away from her pantied crotch, I slipped it back down to her other knee and I repeated the process.

My touch was featherlight … on its own, it may mean very little, but my sensual touching combined with my mouth on her breasts was bringing Jacqueline's passion to the surface. Her lower body began to dry hump, seeking something of mine – a finger, a hand, a cock, whatever – to make contact with her mound.

Her nipples were stiff and wet from the attention of my lips and tongue. My hand that had been teasingly stopping just short of her pantied mound, began to lightly touch her there on each new sweep up her thigh, my fingertips barely touching, tracing the indentation of her slit. Her panties were sopping, this woman was ready for some serious loving.

I disengaged my lips from her breasts … my mouth slid down to her navel, her flat belly, then continuing still lower, my lips encountered the waistband of her flimsy panties. My teeth grasped the material in my mouth and I tugged them down a little way. Again, her hips lifted clear and her hands helped too, slipping in at the sides to push them down and out of the way.

My beautiful Jacqueline was now naked, her luscious body completely exposed to my curious gaze for the first time. My teeth disengaged from her panties that were now at her ankles and my head pulled back so I could take in her natural beauty. She obviously shaved to keep her cunt lips bare … the fine layer of pubic hair that was left was as jet black as the hair on her head. 

I licked my lips with desire. When my eyes lifted up high enough to see her face, I found her watching me while I was looking longingly at her body. "Do you like what you see?" she asked in that sultry voice she had used on the phone.

"I knew you would be beautiful all over," I told her.

My face moved back down for my mouth made contact with her flat belly, kissing her there before moving lower and lower until she sensed where I was headed and her legs magically parted to allow me unlimited access. My tongue stretched out from between my lips and swiped a long lick of her outer lips, just below the spot from where her clitoris was now emerging.

"Uunnnggghhh!" escaped from her lips. The gurgling sound was one of contentment, expressing delight at the first touch of my tongue on the outer reaches of her juicy cunt. My tongue took another long swipe. "Uunnnggghhh!"

My fingers came up to help, softly touching the skin on either side of her labia lips … that brought out just a satisfying moan, her sound not as urgent as when my wet tongue touched down. My fingers took hold and gently prised her outer lips open, revealing her inner lips to my tongue that swooped in again, licking her exposed cunt from bottom to top.

Her legs pulled back, her feet dangling in the air, her hands holding up her thighs to keep them doubled back, her knees above her waist, all Jacqueline's good bits now totally spread wide for my mouth to devour. My tongue intensified the wet strokes along her public region, all the way from just below her anus to her now exposed clitoris. 

She settled into a rhythm with my licking passes along her slit, her sighs and moans expressing her delight with the slow progress of a rumbling and pulsing that had begun deep within her body. But when I switched from licking her with my tongue to my lips closing tightly over her clit and sucking quite firmly, her thighs actually started trembling and her cries of passion became much more urgent.

Her first release with me could not be stopped … nor should it. This was what my oral assault was attempting to achieve and I went for it … not letting up with a cross between the long wet strokes of my tongue and the tight grip of my lips sucking firmly on her clit.

"Yes … now … it's gonna be now!" she screamed at me, as if she was telling me something that I didn't know. My mouth hung on as her body tried to buck me off like a rodeo rider as her pelvis erupted into a continuous stream of spasms. She let her thighs go and they dropped to clamp my head in a vice-like grip while her hands clawed at her belly as the waves of pleasure pounded through her. 

My mouth couldn't leave the clutch of her lower body if I had wanted to … but I clearly didn't want to. It was a fabulous ride … the first orgasm I had given to the woman of my dreams … she had responded so enthusiastically that there would obviously be many more to come.

I let her take a long time for her body to settle. Slowly, I felt her thighs loosening their grip on my head and I lifted up to look up along her body, beyond the rise of her breasts to see her eyes open and her face looking down at me. Her arms reached out and I slid up to move into her embrace, laying my body not on top but close alongside hers. She would feel my erect cock lying across the top of her right thigh, dribbling some of its excitement on her leg.

"Are you okay?" I enquired.

She smiled and turned her face toward me. "I feel won-der-ful! My very first with you … and it was so good. I think that I shall remember this moment always. Has anyone ever told you that you're very good at that … for a man!"

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not."

"It is … believe me … it is. I loved it … and you did it. You know what…" she said with a straight face. "…You're much better at it than your ex-wife."

I frowned and pulled a look of disapproval … she just giggled at having reminded me that on the night we met at the swingers' party, her only swing turned out to be with Heather.

"You're getting yourself in deeper … this is not going well for us."

"Would it help if I gave some special attention to this," she said as one hand went down and she picked up my erection from off her thigh. "It's throbbing so much, it must be feeling left out. I don't know if my mouth can be as good as yours, but I'd like to try."

"Go for it," I encouraged her. "But not for long … I really want to be inside you."

"We've got heaps of time for that … you are going to stay, aren't you?"

"I don't know, you hadn't asked until now. I didn't bring my pyjamas."

"Somehow, I can't see you needing them … my plan is for us to stay naked all night."

"So you have a plan, do you?"

"I did have, but it only went as far as this. I didn't plan the rest of the night. I figured you'd just take over and look after me."

"I can do that."

"Good!" With that, she slipped out of our embrace and her body slid down alongside mine. She pushed me onto my back and her mouth descended on my belly, pressing little wet kisses onto my skin. Somehow, she avoided my stiff shaft standing straight up and her mouth moved down to apply similar kisses to the insides of each thigh.

Then, I felt her lips pressing on my balls and she so very gently opened her mouth wide and engulfed one ball, and then both, sucking on them, careful not to squeeze too hard. I was floating, my cock began to jerk, even without being touched.

Her mouth released my balls and seeing the reaction of my cock, she told it, "Wait for me!" Her tongue came out from between her lips and she stroked it all the way from the base of my shaft, up the underside, across the dip and onto the head, causing a fresh drop of clear liquid to ooze from the tip.

"That's what I want," she said as her mouth enclosed the head and her tongue swiped up the clear juice. "More … come on … make some more," she urged as her mouth pulled free of my cock. "And I want the cloudy stuff too … have you got some of that for me?"

My God, she was a talker … after the other night, I should have known. I loved it. But her talking was brief, because her mouth went to work, devouring my cock every way she could think of. There was no doubt she still had a plan … and it was to bring me off as quickly as possible.

Now that competed with my plan, because I wanted to have my hard cock inside her by now … fucking her luscious cunt that I had just got so near when I was licking her. I thought that since she wanted to, I would let her lick and suck my cock for just a minute or two, then I would take over and make splendid love to her.

Great plan … poor execution. She had begun to give me the best blow job I had ever had. The things she did with her lips and tongue had my cock throbbing and my balls seeking my permission to let go. I tried to hold back … I really did. But call me weak if you like, with Jacqueline's magical mouth doing exciting things to my cock, I just laid back and let her do her thing.

I felt my package of cum on the way, this was not going to last long. Our relationship was still very new and I wanted it to last … I figured that I had better warn her … she may only enjoy the task without the end result.

"I'm coming, honey," I said so thoughtfully. But rather than cause her to pull back, the news only encouraged her and she went harder at it, determined for me to blast my cum into her willing mouth. So I did … no more warnings … suddenly it was spurting into her … and it felt fabulous. Heather had always pulled her mouth off it and would have me explode into the air while she wanked me for the last few strokes.

But this woman … my lovely Jacqueline … sensed the timing of my release and clamped her mouth tightly over the top half of my shaft. She let my cock spasm my fluid release deep into the back of her throat, pooling it there before taking a series of gulps that swallowed every drop that I deposited. Then when I had no more to give her, I looked down to see her eyes watching me and her tongue teasingly came out and licked every last drop off my shaft.

"You're not so bad yourself," I told her, but with a laugh to emphasise my understatement. "Wherever did you learn to do that?"

She ignored my question, but as she pulled herself back up into my arms, she gave me a playful slap on one arm. "Now on a scale of 1 to 10, was that not the best blow job you've ever had?"

I couldn't deny it. "Absolutely, ten out of ten! But I repeat, where did you learn to do that?"

"Might be better left unsaid … at least until we know each other better. You'd probably give the same answer if I asked where you learnt your craft too." 

"I guess I might. You're right, we can leave talking about our sexual past until another day."

"Now, you were saying something about wanting to be inside me," she said with a cheeky grin as her hand went down and grabbed my now floppy cock.

"Damn, I should have held back … I knew you'd want this now."

"It's not a matter of whether you should have held back … you couldn't hold back … end of story. When I get my mouth on the job, you can't hold back."

"We'll see about that … but some other time. I'm sorry, we'll just have to wait a little while."

"Then let's get more comfortable for the wait. Come to bed."

We left our clothes where they lay, spread around the lounge and the floor. We just stood up and together went to her bed, our warm bodies stretched out together, hugging, our lips just barely touching, giving each other loving kisses until we both surrendered to sleep.

I slept very soundly and only woke when I felt Jacqueline sitting astride me, her legs alongside my hips. My cock was hard and erect again and I'm glad I woke when I did. I didn't want to miss anything on this night, yet here she was, hovering above me, and I could feel the juicy lips of her cunt just kissing the head of my shaft.

"You started without me," I said, almost in protest.

"I didn't see why I should wait any longer."

"Was I hard when you woke, or did you make it like that?"

"Is that important … the main thing is that it's rock hard now, and that's the way I want it. Will I keep going or do you want to take over?"

"No, you can keep going … for now. You seem to be doing a good job … you've got me hard again, either intentionally or else just by being there, next to me."

She closed her eyes as she allowed the entrance of her moistened cunt to push down gently over the head of my cock … her face exposed the sensations that her body was feeling as my cock head nudged inside her for the first time.

"You look like you're enjoying that?"

"I am," she whispered throatily. "Now shush … let me just savour the moment. There's a time to talk and a time to just enjoy in silence."

Her lower body wriggled around as, without using her hands, she allowed her body to slowly lower over my shaft, the muscles in her cunt controlling the slow consuming of my strong erection. I admit I had to close my own eyes, as much as I adored looking up at this beautiful woman, who was becoming mine.

The inside of her cunt was very warm and the lining was like liquid velvet as gradually, inch by inch, my hard cock was swallowed up by her all enveloping cunt … or vagina as she wanted to call it. Take your pick what you would prefer to call it, the name didn't change the way it felt as it descended down over my cock. And this was just the first stroke.

It seemed to take an age for her body to totally accept the full length of my cock within her and when it was tucked inside her so tightly, a look of satisfaction came over her face. It's not like I had a gigantic tool, I am just an average size and width … but I've got to tell you, it felt special buried deep inside this woman. It probably helped that she was my new woman … the woman that I had desired for weeks … and, she wasn't Heather. That made it extra special.

I wondered what Jacqueline was going to do next, she just sat there, still, in the semi-dark, her face lit only by the glow of a soft bedside lamp. Should I take over? I would want to … but later. For the moment, I was content to let her set her own pace.

At last, some action! I felt her body lifting up, her calves beside my hips tensing as she pulled her cunt up off my shaft … slowly, until only the head of my cock remained encased within her. She paused there too, again savouring the sensual feelings we were both getting from this very slow fuck. She opened her eyes to look down at me … and smiled, her whole face lighting up, giving me a warm glow. As if I didn't already have a warm enough glow within my cock.

This time, as her body lowered so seductively over my shaft, we stared intently into each other's faces, each able to watch every subtle sign of pleasure exposed on the other's face. A sudden closing of the eyes, a parting of the lips or a tongue snaking out to moisten drying lips, even a verbal sign such as a sigh or a moan.

How long could Jacqueline maintain this slow pace? As it turned out, not for long. After travelling so very slowly for about five strokes in and out, down and up … she obviously felt the passion rising in her and a need to fuel the fires that were spreading through her loins.

The pace quickened, as did her breathing … mine too. I couldn't help but be stirred by how wonderful my hard cock felt as it travelled along the tight passage of her liquid cunt, drawing exquisite sensations along the length of my shaft. Just as well she had given me that special blow job earlier … it had taken the edge off my immediate desire and I was able to concentrate hard, to keep my cum contained a bit longer.

She had no such control … her wonderful body was responding as only it should and her quickening movements were ensuring that she was headed for a great orgasm. I could see it in her eyes … that was, when her emotions allowed them to open. Mine were open … as I gazed at this beautiful woman that I had desired for weeks now. At last, our physical needs were being fulfilled.

Her loud gasps and grunts indicated that her time was going to be now … no stalling it, her body pounded up and down over my rigid cock, filling her totally with every stroke. Until she suddenly stopped, her hands stretching out to touch my chest, propping herself up to avoid her upper body collapsing on mine. Her clutching cunt still active, the nerve ends responding, her inner walls throbbing, but the deep strokes now stilled.

Her orgasm was, for me, a joy to watch, looking up at my new woman, her face reflecting the overwhelming passion that had swiftly overtaken her body, delivering a very physical release that washed over her completely. Her arms could only hold her body up for so long and eventually, she flopped down, her breasts flattened against my chest, her head in the crook of my neck. This was a contented woman who considered her work was done.

But mine wasn't … my cock was still a raging hard-on, wedged tightly within the tight confines of her cunt. The euphoric release that I had enjoyed when I spilled copious amounts of my seed into her mouth and throat some two hours ago, was now a dim dark memory. My desire was again rampant.

After allowing Jacqueline long enough to come down from her high, I gathered her body up and rolled us both over, so that she was now the receiver on her back. I began the second stage of our first delightful fuck together … that seems perhaps too harsh a word and if I uttered it out loud at this moment, Jacqueline would have been highly offended.

But while it was intense and beautiful lovemaking overall between us on this first truly intimate night together … there was no doubt that for the next whoever knew how many minutes, there was going to be an intense fuck going on in this bed. Very physical, the driving of my cock – penis in deference to the lovely lady beneath me – pushing hard and deep constantly, and ever faster, into her deepest recesses, a cunt whose lining God had created to wreak incredible pleasure on the man that was entering it.




The Woman of My Dreams



"Stacy? Jack's right here, so I'm putting you on speakerphone."

"If you must...I mean, hi, Jack!" "Fuck you, sis."

"Eric, are you going to let him talk to me that way?"

"Nope. Jack, you're fired. Happy, Stace?"

We all laughed, and then she told us why she called. The asshole had actually put a clause in his will that said she could not date or become involved with anyone for one full year after his death, or she would lose everything. Otherwise, it all went to her.

"William did notice one important thing in this will, though."

"What would that be?"

"It was never signed and witnessed. Therefore, the previous will is in effect, and there are no provisions for any of that type of thing at all in it. As far as he can see, this one is the valid will. We're free and clear, my love."

"He's sure of this?"

"Since he didn't sign off on the new will, he's positive. He even asked if I was planning any new relationships. In his words, 'you deserve someone who's actually going to appreciate you. He was my client, but he was an absolute asshole.'"

We laughed, and made plans to celebrate for lunch. Stacy hung up, and Jack and I sat there for a moment. I was about to say something when my secretary stuck her head in the door.

"Sir? I realize this isn't my place..."

"Come on in, Dawn, and have a seat. By the way, how many times have I told you to use my first name? Stop calling me sir!"

She sat down with a small smile on her face, but turned serious again right away.

"I'm a little concerned about the image you're projecting right now, with Mr. Walker..."

"Jack."

"...Jack's sister calling just days after her husband passed away so violently. I know you and...Jack...have been friends for decades, but still...you have an image to protect, and..."

Jack stopped her by putting his hand up.

"Dawn, did you ever meet my late, unlamented brother? To be perfectly blunt, he was an asshole. He treated my sister like crap, slept around on her constantly, and tried to put a rider in his will to prevent her from having any kind of relationship for years after his death. Does that sound like someone you should care about?"

"Am I the only person who didn't know this about James?"

I smiled.

"We don't use his name, Dawn. He is forever known as the asshole."

She covered her mouth to hide the smile.

"That's awful! Sounds like it's appropriate, but still..."

"Let me tell you something else, Dawn. I had the worst crush on his sister when we were kids, and time did not erase that. She feels the same way about me, and we're going to explore that, regardless of what anyone thinks. I have the blessing...hell, I have the direct orders of her parents to treat her right. I plan on doing exactly that."

She nodded, and stood.

"I apologize for doubting you, sir...sorry. I can't call you by your first name. I just can't."

"Okay, I can respect that. Think you can call me boss?"

"That I can do, boss."

She turned to leave, and as she got to the door, something occurred to me.

"Dawn? How come you can call him by his first name, but not me?"

She turned and looked me in the eye, and I could see the twinkle.

"Easy. I don't like Jack."

As she turned and walked out the door, I had to laugh at the look on his face.

"Close your mouth, Jack. You're drawing flies..."

He stood up in a huff.

"Just for that, you're buying lunch today."

We laughed, and I settled in to do some work. The next thing I know, Dawn is sticking her head in the door.

"Boss? Sorry to interrupt, but your lunch appointment is here." "Jack? Send him in. I'm almost done."

"Boss? It's not Jack."

At this point what she was saying clicked, and I looked up to see Stacy standing there, wearing black, as befits the grieving widow. However, this was not a mourning dress. It clung to every luscious curve of her body like it was sprayed on, and showed enough skin to really set the imagination to work.

"Close your mouth, boss. You're drawing flies."

I looked over at Dawn, who had a big grin on her face.

"Dawn, you're fired."

She just smiled, and closed the door behind Stacy. She walked over to my desk and sat across from me, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My heart was beating like a drum, and I know it was obvious how much I was in love with this woman. Good thing for me, she had the same lost look on her face.

"Aren't we a pair? Both of us drooling like animals in heat. We'd better hope my brother doesn't see us, or he'll never let us live it down."

The office door opened as she said that, and sure enough, Jack walked in.

"My god, Dawn. It reeks of puppy love in here. Call the ventilation people, would you. Someone might suffocate!"

"Mr. Walker! Be nice. Your sister is a grieving widow, after all."

She said this with a big grin and a wink at Stacy, so she'd rethought her earlier opinion, and come to the same conclusion the rest of us had. What she said next confirmed it.

"I would offer my condolences, but from everything I've been hearing, your late husband was an asshole."

Stacy looked so shocked to hear my prim and proper secretary say the word asshole that I had to laugh. Stacy shot me a dirty look, then laughed herself.

"It's quite alright, Dawn. My late husband, may he rot in Hell, was an asshole. Hopefully, my next relationship will go much better."

Dawn looked at me, then back at Stacy, and smiled.

"If I may say so, he's not perfect, but by no means an asshole."

I almost fell out of my chair, I was laughing so hard.

"Can I quote you on that, Dawn? 'He's not perfect, but by no means an asshole! That's brilliant!"

Dawn was extremely embarrassed by the whole thing, and it took a few minutes to convince her that not only was I not mad, but I really did want to quote her on it. We finally got out of the office for lunch, and Stacy slipped her arm in mine as if it was meant to be there. We had an incredible lunch, and as we got back to the office, Stacy grabbed my hand and pulled me aside.

"I just want you to know, I spoke to the asshole's attorney. He did suggest that I wait until the reading of the will to be seen in public with you, just so that anyone that might be sympathetic to the asshole won't have room to make noise. Can you wait for me a few more weeks?"

"I've been waiting this long, I think a few more weeks won't kill me. As long as you need, babe. As long as you need."

She hugged me briefly, and then was gone. Jack asked what was going on, and of course, I told him to mind his own business. We laughed, and went back to work. The next couple of weeks were more or less a blur. I worked, went home, spent time talking to Stacy on the phone, on weekends, I'd drive out to the Walker's place and spend weekends with the family. Stacy and I kept the pretense of friendship up as long as possible, but the few friends she'd been able to make while she was with the asshole knew something was going on. She was way too happy to be a grieving widow, even considering the way the asshole treated her. Finally, the will was read, and as expected, Stacy got everything. There were no surprises at all, other than there was an apology to her in the will for his behavior. As the attorney put it, he knew he was an asshole, he just wasn't that big of an asshole yet.

Stacy called me when she left the attorney's office.

"It's over. The will has been read, the asshole no longer has any influence on my life whatsoever. Everything he worked for is mine now. I want to sell that house. Will you help me?"

"Of course I will, but where are you going to live?"

As soon as I said it, I felt like slapping myself upside the head. Considering the way our lives were coming together, the logical thing would be for her to move in with me.

"Um...forget I said that. I know exactly where you're going to live."

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to figure that out. Sometimes you're not very smart for such an intelligent guy."

"Hey, in my own defense, it's been a long time since I've been even remotely this serious about a woman. My natural defenses against commitment come into play before I can shut them down. It's a guy thing, really..."

She was laughing, and we made dinner plans for that night. I hung up the phone to see Dawn standing in the doorway.

"I take it things are finally looking up for you two lovebirds?"

"Do me a favor? Find me the name of the realtor that I worked with when I bought my house. Stacy wants out of the one she's in now."

"Moving in with you, is she?"

"Yes, mother, she is."

Dawn laughed, and went to get me the information I asked for. I was logging out at the end of the day when Jack stuck his head in my office door.

"Got a second?"

"For you, no."

"Fuck you. Seriously?"

"Come on in, you pain in my ass. What's up?"

"I hear Stacy wants to sell the house and move somewhere else. Any ideas on where she's going to live?"

He had a big grin on his face while he said this, and I figured he'd already been told about my reaction when Stacy told me.

"By the look on your face, you already know where she's moving, so why ask?"

"She is my sister, you know. I just want to make sure she's well taken care of."

I gave him a dirty look, and he laughed.

"I already know you'll do a much better job than the asshole ever did. I'm just busting your chops. Where are you two going for dinner?"

"We're going to that new Italian place downtown. No, you aren't invited."

"Wouldn't dream of interfering with true love in bloom, pal. Just wondering is all..."

We laughed as we walked out the door, and said goodnight at the garage. I headed out to Stacy's house to pick her up for dinner, and when I got there, she wasn't dressed yet. She opened the door in a robe, and pulled me in quickly. Without a word, she led me up the stairs to the bedroom, and turned to face me.

"I've been waiting so long for you to make love to me, I will not wait a moment longer. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone or anything in my life."

She slipped the robe off as she spoke, and for the first time, I saw my childhood fantasy nude. My fantasies didn't do justice to what I was seeing. Full, plump breasts that sat high on her chest, and a beautiful, slightly plump belly. She had a small trail of pubic hair leading to her clit, which was already standing proud in her state of arousal. My cock was swelling quickly, and as much as I wanted to simply rip my clothes off and take her then and there, I promised I was going to make it a night to remember, for both of us.

I reached out and pulled her to me, planting kisses on her stomach, then working my way to her breasts. Her nipples were harder than diamond, or so it seemed to me. I gently kissed one, then the other, and by the way she shivered as I did it, I realized that she had very sensitive nipples, so I spent some time giving them attention. I licked and sucked each one, and kissed the sensitive skin between them. I felt her body tense and quiver as she experienced her first orgasm of the night. She pushed me away, and straddled my waist as I lay on the bed. She undid my tie and ripped my shirt open. I decided to lay back and let her have her way with me for the moment, and have her way she did. She wasted no time getting my clothes off, and as soon as she lowered my pants, she gasped.

"My god, Eric. The asshole was tiny compared to you. I can't wait to feel this inside of me..."

She moved her way up my body, and guided my cock into her waiting pussy. I was simply a passenger in this ride, and I loved every second of it. She gently lowered herself on my tool until I was completely inside of her, and then she began to rock and move. I let Stacy decide how hard she wanted it, as I knew it had been quite a while since she'd had a man, and I didn't want to hurt her at all. She rode me slowly at first, and the look on her face told me how much she was loving the feelings she was experiencing. I ran my hands up and down her sides, and she grabbed them and guided them back to her breasts, so I pinched her nipples as she rode me. She cried out once, and I felt her juices running down my shaft and coating my balls as she came on me again. 

She bent down to kiss me, and I felt her tits rubbing my chest as she rode my cock. I started to thrust up in time with her movements, and soon was rewarded with another orgasm. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her over, so that I was on top. She spread her arms out and lay there for me to take advantage of at will. I slipped my cock out of her, and moved down her body to taste the juices of my incredible love. I wasn't disappointed, as she was everything I'd ever expected her to be. I licked and sucked her tight snatch, and slipped my fingers deep inside of her. Stacy cried out and rewarded my efforts with yet another orgasm, and her sweet juices gushed all over my chin as she came. I brought my cock back to the entrance of her love tunnel, and teased her with it, slipping it in slightly, then quickly pulling back out. She moaned every time I pulled it away, until I slipped it all the way in. She brought her legs up and rested them on my shoulders, and I quickly developed a pounding rhythm. She bounced and wiggled with every stroke, and her big tits jiggled nicely. I felt my own explosion building, and so did she. She slipped her legs down, and wrapped them around my waist.

"I want you to come inside of me, Eric. I want to feel you coming, baby..."

Hearing her say that, I lost any control I might have had, and with one mighty groan, I let my seed fly. I think I shot more inside of her that night than I ever have in my life. She pulled me down to her, and we kissed as we both came down from incredible sexual highs. I slipped down next to her, and we spent a few minutes that way, just enjoying the closeness of each other's bodies. I know she dozed off briefly, and I fought the urge to do the same. Eventually, hunger brought both of us up to full awareness, and when we looked at the clock, it was way too late to make our reservations at the Italian place. We both got dressed, and because she'd popped every button on my shirt, we drove over to my place so I could change. Stacy had packed a bag, and planned on staying with me.

We went out to grab a late dinner at the local coffee shop, and while we were there, a former associate of the asshole walked up to the table. He chatted briefly with us, and before he left, he let us know that everyone in the asshole's office was wishing Stacy nothing but the best.

"I know it's bad to say, but James was a complete and total asshole. We hated the way he treated you, but none of us felt it was our place to say anything. His secretary despised him, mostly because of how he treated you. If you don't mind, I'll let people know you're doing very well without him."

Stacy thanked him, and told him to tell the world she was very happy. He left, and we looked at each other, then started laughing.

"It looks like it's pretty much unanimous. James was an asshole, so says the world!"

We paid the bill, and headed back to my place. That night, after another long lovemaking session, I fell asleep next to the woman of my dreams for the first time.

The next few months flew by. Stacy found a buyer for her house, and moved into mine. We arranged every detail of her life and mine to fit each other, and less than a year after the asshole drove into a phone pole, her father walked her down the aisle. We had planned on waiting a full year, but circumstances dictated otherwise. Seven months after we were married, our first child was born. Two and a half years later, she was joined by her little brother.

We're both in our fifties now, and to this day, I love her as much as I did the first time I saw her. Ours is not a perfect life, we fight and argue like any normal couple. We always make sure we don't sleep on our anger, however, and the sex is still just as good as it was that first night. I drive by the phone pole the asshole hit, and smile. Somewhere in a box, I still have that video we made that caused everything to happen. I should get rid of it, but somehow, it has a sentimental value to me. I just need to make sure that the kids don't find it.

When we were kids, Jack and I would talk about where we saw our lives going. He always wanted to be active and doing something new and fun. He took up hang gliding not too long ago, and still surfs and skis on a regular basis. I took over the presidency of the company a couple of years ago, and brought him up as my VP. Together, we took the company public, and made millions of dollars in the process. My goal was to be rich. Jack and I both achieved our goals, in every possible sense of the word. I have more money than I could ever possibly spend, and the most incredible woman on the planet to spend it with.

Who could ask for more?