The Ledger - conclusion

The Ledger - conclusion [part 2 of 2]
By: pandsal (pandsal@hotmail.com)

They called themselves, for reasons that became apparent, Katherine and Petruccio. She was 43, he 47. They were an educated, sophisticated couple, slightly nervous although that was commonplace with many who came to us. Sitting together on a couch facing us, they made an attractive pair. She crossed and uncrossed her legs two or three times. Good legs. I imagined running my hands up the calves, under the skirt, encountering cool flesh above the stocking tops. I hoped Katherine and Petruccio wouldn't be a couple who disappeared never to return.

Led by Anna's gentle questioning, they explained it was a second marriage for both. They claimed their sex life was active and reasonably varied. So why had they sought us out? Petruccio answered, "Well, there are - things we don't do. But we talk about them and we can't agree."

Shrewdly, Anna didn't instantly enquire what those ?things' might be. We had learned to move slowly, building confidence and a certain arms-length familiarity on both sides before getting to the point. Rushing fences had proved unsatisfactory. Closing her notepad, Anna asked them to watch the video. When it finished, I asked if they wished to continue. They said they did and seemed disappointed we were asking them to go away, discuss the video and come back again. In a week's time? Reluctantly, I thought, they agreed to wait seven days.

"Well," I asked Anna when we were alone. "What did you make of them?"

"Promising. You really fancy her don't you?"

"I could."

"You must learn not to moisten your lips with the tip of your tongue - it's such a give away. What were you thinking about - getting your hand under her skirt?"

"You know me too well. Anyway, did you succumb to his charms?"

"Like you - I could. But I think I'd have to be careful."

"Why?"

"Well, they didn't call themselves Katherine and Petruccio by accident. If you know your Shakespeare. Or your Cole Porter."

The penny dropped. "Of course! We're meant to think ?Taming of the Shrew.' Which must mean spanking, yes? You think that's what they can't agree about?"

"No, I don't. I think Katherine and Petruccio was a clue to what they do like - planted to see how smart we are. My guess is he likes to dish it out and she enjoys taking it. I may be wrong but I wouldn't be at all surprised next time if she doesn't finish up across your lap with her pretty arse in the air."

"You noticed - the rear view?"

"Of course. And so did you."

"Of course. But if that's what they don't agree about, what is it?"

"Interesting to find out - I thought I picked up a hint while they were watching the video."

"Which was?"

"Wait and see."

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Seven days later, Katherine and Petruccio were back sitting on our couch looking as though they had arrived for a board meeting. Both were in dark suits, formal in the extreme. Katherine was exquisitely made up, her outward demeanour cool and self-possessed. Her skirt couldn't have been called short but it revealed enough to confirm my memory of excellent legs. I noticed that Anna, facing them, had allowed her own skirt to ride up slightly and her knees were parted. I knew she was wearing pale lemon knickers with a wide leg, favourites of mine. Petruccio, when I asked what thoughts they had had since their previous visit, leaned forward towards Anna and made no pretence of looking anywhere other than under the hem of her skirt. Only then did he answer.

"We wondered if we might ask you the same thing. For instance, have you thought about our names?"

Direct and to the point. No signs of nervousness this time. Few of our clients took this approach. Perhaps it was a test of our credibility. While I hesitated, Anna answered, calmly responding in kind. "Yes, of course. Spanking is a more frequent form of foreplay than many people realise. Is it something new for you?"

She looked at Katherine but Petruccio continued to answer. "No. We both find it arousing. Have done almost since we first got together."

"I take it you do the spanking?"

"Yes."

"It helps that you're so frank. Not everyone we see feels comfortable discussing interests that may seem to them a little unconventional. But if you are both happy with Katherine across your knee, obviously that isn't the reason you have asked to see us."

"No."

"So let me put this to you. If it isn't unreasonable to progress from admiring the female bottom, as many men do, to chastising it, then it's always possible that the next stage is a desire to penetrate it. Would I be right in thinking anal sex is the subject on which you disagree?"

A tiny gasp was the first sign Katherine had given of losing her composure. "How did you know?" she asked.

I felt it was time I made a contribution, remembering to refer to Anna by her assumed name. "Mia is remarkably observant," I said. "While you were watching the video last time, the untrained eye would probably have noticed nothing. But Mia picks up even the tiniest indication - eyelid movements, a change in breathing pattern." There was something in this but largely it was the sort of jargon we produced to show our ?professional expertise.' Mostly it was no more than shrewd guesswork, although of course, after seeing a number of couples we had some experience to draw upon. This time Anna had hit the jackpot. Even so, these were more intelligent clients than we usually encountered; I decided not to let them dwell on Anna's supposed powers of perception. "But that's not important. We need to know how you see the problem."

"Let's see if I can help." Anna had also weighed up our clients and had decided to continue taking the direct route. "I guess, Katherine, you are pretty adventurous in the bedroom. Anything that turns on Petruccio, turns you on. You can stand a little pain when he spanks you - in fact, you welcome it. But so far you have been content with vaginal sex? Oh, and oral, I presume."

Katherine nodded.

"Now he has suggested anal sex and you are afraid it will hurt. Am I right?"

"Yes. I mean, pleasing him is important to me. But - " The thought remained unfinished.

"Have you tried?"

"Only with a finger."

"And how was that?"

"It's hard to say. I can't really say I liked it, but at the same time I was aroused. I didn't know whether I wanted to go further, so we didn't."

"But," her husband added, "when Katherine says she was aroused, it was more than just that. When we fucked it was as though she had been starved for days." He smiled. "Which she never is."

"Well, then - what do you want from us?"

"Just to know what you recommend, I suppose."

Anna stayed brisk and businesslike. "Well, I wonder how you feel about a little practical experimentation while you are here." It was as though she were offering a cup of coffee. "In the past when we've encountered your problem, we've found we could coax people through the initial stages. It all depends."

"On what?"

"On how you would feel about engaging in sexual activity in our presence, possibly even with our participation. Some people say no because they are embarrassed and we've respected that. Tried to find another solution. But others have found the idea arousing. Once they shed their inhibitions, more or less anything is possible."

This was total top-of-the-head extemporising by Anna without any justification whatsoever, but I had long ceased to be amazed at her gift for seizing the moment. Her hormones are no less demanding than mine; here, they were working overtime.

Petruccio spoke. "Could you leave us for a moment, do you think? It's something we'd have to discuss."

"Of course," said Anna, taking my hand and leading me towards the kitchen. "Take all the time you need. Nobody has to do anything they don't want to." In the kitchen, I leaned against the dish washer and took a deep breath. Before I could say anything, Anna put her hand across my mouth and shook her head. "Softly, softly," she murmured. "Petruccio is dying for it. Just wait."

A tap on the kitchen door indicated they were ready to announce their decision. Petruccio spoke. "We've decided that as we've come this far, there's not much point in stopping now. Katherine is naturally nervous, but if we can take it in stages, just see how we go - then we'd like to try."

"We're here to help. Any time you want to say stop will be fine with us." Anna sounded almost sincere I thought as she led the way to the bedroom. "Now." she said, "Everyone just relax. This is supposed to be about pleasure - intense pleasure if we get it right. It's time for a few clothes to come off and I suggest you do the same. Petruccio, why don't you help me? Colin will help Katherine."

This had become a feature of our preliminaries, largely because Anna knew about my fixation with a woman's underwear. Katherine didn't disappoint me. Removing her dress revealed a black outfit - bra, knickers, suspender belt and stockings. When I remarked how sexy she looked, her husband stepped forward to remove the bra and then suggested she should bend over to show off her rear. When she did so, her breasts remained firm and slightly pear-shaped, the nipples dark and pointed. I took in the silk material stretched across rounded buttocks, the small area of white thigh above the stocking tops. This was an eminently fuckable woman - by whichever orifice.

Anna, stripped down by Petruccio to her pale lemon ensemble, moved to Katherine's side and eased her upright. "My dear," she said, "you look sensational. If you don't believe me - look at this." Her hand delved into my y-fronts to extract a cock that was already semi-erect. She went on, "I'm going to give this some attention - it's the way we like to warm up. Perhaps you two would like to show us yours."

The bed had to wait. Anna placed two chairs facing each other, one for Petruccio, one for me. She knelt at my side, took my cock in her hand and went to work. No play-acting now. After a brief hesitation, Petruccio beckoned his wife to lie across his lap. He was completely naked and his cock, too, was firm. Katherine touched it, folded it against his lower stomach before taking up her position.

"Ready?" he asked. She said nothing. His hand descended with a sharp slap. "I said are you ready?"

"If you want to."

Another slap, this time on the other cheek. "It's what you want, isn't it?" When there was no reply he administered several more smacks. "Answer me."

"You know."

His hand rose and descended again. And again. "So tell me."

There was a long silence broken only by the sound of his palm impacting on silk-covered flesh. "Tell me."

"I want you to smack me."

"Where?"

"On my arse." She was fully into the game now, possibly so involved that she was oblivious to our presence. The cool, controlled Katherine who had arrived less than an hour ago with such self-awareness had given way to a woman who couldn't conceal her raw desire. "Smack my arse. I want it."

While Petruccio applied himself to stoking his wife's fires I could only admire the calculated skill with which he administered the punishment: never so severe as to be unbearable but positive enough to achieve its objective. At the same time, Anna was her usual attentive self, recognising the moment to stop sucking and instead to pinch the base of my cock. We were no longer detached observers. We were involved and the erotic temperature was rising by the minute. Too much too soon would spoil everything.

Time to move on. Anna got to her feet and lifted Katherine from her position across her husband's knee and took her to the bed. "May I?" she said, slipping her fingers into the waistband of the woman's knickers. Without waiting for an answer, she slid the garment down those long shapely legs and dropped it to the floor. The suspender belt and stockings remained in place. Katherine was passive, making no protest as she adopted a prone position on the bed. Her buttocks had a rosy hue but no damage had been done.

"That's very nice," said Anna, exotic foreign accent coming through. "Such a beautiful arse. So lovely, I have to kiss it." The kisses were soft, fluttering from cheek to cheek as Anna also used her hands to caress and fondle the roundness. Petruccio and I leaned close to watch. He was stroking his cock, long sensuous, anticipatory strokes. Katherine moaned softly as Anna's attention became more intrusive. Her fingers parted the cleft, disclosing a pink anal aperture. Anna's tongue tip made contact. Katherine's sigh didn't sound like disapproval. Anna looked to me and raised her eyebrows. Realising where this was leading, I went to the bedside table drawer for a tube of gel. Removing the cap, I passed it to her. I looked at Petruccio who nodded. He said to Katherine, "Are you all right?"

"Yes," she said. "I'm fine. It's good so far." Everyone knew what could happen next.

Anna - wise Anna - slipped a hand underneath Katherine's body. I guessed she would be carefully testing the other woman's cunt for wetness, probably seeking to give a reassuring rub to the clitoris, continuing the arousal and distracting attention from the crucial next step. "Now then," Anna murmured. "There won't be a problem." She squeezed gel on to her fingers and on to the area around the aperture she had moistened with her tongue. She placed a finger tip against the opening, pressed but didn't attempt to penetrate. We'd been led to believe that Katherine and Petruccio had tried this themselves but now it was woman-to-woman and the sexual chemistry was entirely different. This was the moment when Katherine could say stop.

In fact, she reached behind her, gasped Anna's wrist and applied pressure. Unwilling to put it into words, she was giving the signal to go ahead. After a few cautious experiments, Anna's heavily lubricated finger slid past the sphincter with ease, paused in place, withdrew and re-entered. When there was no protest from Katherine, it was plain that the first big crisis had been surmounted. Anna gradually increased the speed of her fingering, added a second finger, then a third. The room was silent. I realised I was holding my breath.

At last, Anna broke the tension. "Katherine," she said, withdrawing completely, "tell me honestly, that didn't hurt, did it?"

Katherine turned and sat up. "No. It didn't hurt. You were very careful."

"Did you like it?"

A long pause. "I think I did, yes."

Anna leaned forward, kissed Katherine's breasts, slipped a hand momentarily between the woman's legs. "So shall we go on?"

Another long pause. At last: "Yes."

It took a little organising but Anna knew what she wanted and, having been in charge virtually throughout, I was content to play a supporting role and do as I was told. Once the condoms were in place, I lay on my back and Katherine, facing me, mounted my rigid cock. At first, Anna and Petruccio stood side by side behind Katherine. With one hand, Anna was handling Petruccio, with the other she was manipulating Katherine's arsehole. Katherine, supporting herself with her hands on my shoulders, rode effortlessly on my cock, absorbing the size without difficulty. I would have liked to nibble on the dark nipples that descended close to my mouth but never quite managed it. The squishing sound as she rose and fell was evidence of how effective the preliminaries - the spanking, the fingering, general atmosphere of unrestrained sex - how effective they had been in bringing on her lubrication.

Highly stimulated though I was, I felt able to maintain an almost trancelike state, relishing the warm embrace of this forty-three-year-old woman's cunt, close to the edge but never in danger of going over. For me, it could have gone on indefinitely. Anna, however, hadn't lost sight of our true purpose. She put her hands under Katherine's armpits and lifted her slowly off my still rampant cock. Then she urged the woman to bend forward and take me into her mouth. This had the effect of raising her arse. While Katherine sucked, Anna retreated and resumed her earlier activity, massaging Petruccio, fingering his wife.

I divided my attention between observing my cock disappearing between Katherine's lips and watching Anna's judgement of when to take the final step. At last, she nodded to Petruccio. Removing her fingers from the now open orifice, she applied more gel and then guided him in. Momentarily, Katherine tensed with my stalk halfway into her throat. Then she closed her eyes, relaxed and began to concentrate on her first authentic arse fuck.

To his credit, Petruccio was brilliant. Long though he may have anticipated this experience, he reined in the desire he must have felt, fucking the tight opening with loving sensitivity, gently exploring the depth to which she could take him without pain or anxiety. When, finally, he was fully buried, he paused and looked gratefully to Anna.

"It's all right," she told him quietly. "Fuck. When you're ready, come." Satisfied that he was building up a steady but not aggressive tempo, Anna slid her hand once more under the other woman's body. I knew she would be seeking the clit to ensure that Katherine reached her own fulfilment. It would be important for her to recall the orgasm when they looked back and considered the success or otherwise of the occasion.

Anna's ability to bring everything to the boil was evident from the way Katherine gradually seemed to lose interest in sucking me. My contribution was over. Other parts of her body were sending messages of exquisite excitement. She need to savour them to the full. I understood and took my cock from her mouth so that her mind could be solely concerned with the spasms that were about to engulf her cunt and her arse. There was no mistaking the climax when it arrived. Katherine threw back her head, her mouth wide, gulping for air, making unformed sounds of ecstasy. Petruccio responded by pumping uncontrollably inside her until he, too, crossed the line. For my part, I threw off my condom and, with a single stroke, ejaculated on to Katherine's tits. It was a while before anyone moved. Then, I was astonished to see, Katherine murmured something into Anna's ear before spreading my wife's legs. The final orgasm was achieved with great affection.

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Before they departed, Katherine and Petruccio were effusive in their thanks, convinced they would want to continue the experience in the privacy of their own bedroom. How successful they were, I have no idea. Of course, we never saw them again. It's impossible to say how much the success of that session was due to the fact that it was, in essence, a foursome with all the added stimulus inherent in our presence, two virtual strangers. I have to say we recall it as one of our most enjoyable diagnoses. Though even I still find it hard to believe the fee Anna suggested nor the apparent satisfaction with which Petruccio paid it. No doubt the Charity was as pleased as we were.

Chaperone

Chaperone [part 1 of 3]
By: Skizzy (skizzerinkus@hotmail.com)

Chaperone

I'm a stay-at-home dad working out of my home as a cartoonist and my wife works as a corporate attorney. Her job pressures have put her working more and more hours leaving little time for the two of us.

I spend a lot of time with Jeremy, my third grade son and have gotten involved with class outings and projects. Sonya Shell is his teacher and I was drawn to her infectious smile and perky personality ever since parent's night last fall. She's a petite little thing, about 5'4" and probably 100 pound soaking wet. She usually wears blouse with a skirt and at least 2-3" heels to make her seem taller. Her toned, slender legs as she walked was enough to make me drool and the way her "B" cup breasts bounced could bring a woody in seconds.

I let her know early on that I was available for chaperoning field trips and stuff, since I'm always home. She is a real bubbly thing with a syrupy southern drawl and loves to touch you on the shoulder or arm when she talks. Needless to say, with the limited attention I was getting at home, I really enjoyed Sonya's attention. Maybe I was reading more into it than I should have, but she seemed to hold her gaze on me a little longer than with the other parents and my wife Jill was never around to care.

One afternoon towards the end of the school year, Sonya called me for a favor. "Jack, would you be available to go along on the year-end class party to the water park next Thursday?" she sweetly asked. "Sure Sonya, I'd love to" I quickly replied, almost a little too quickly. "Great, just be here at the school at 9:30 and we'll go from there, and don't forget your swimsuit!" she added.

I suddenly had visions of Sonya strutting around the water park in a bikini and I could feel my cock starting to stir. "I will if you will!" I answered. She giggled a little on the other end of the line and said "Then it's a date!" As I hung up the phone, I started to paint a mental picture of her firm, slender body, dripping wet from a water slide and watching her nipples protruding from her bathing suit.

I didn't even bother to tell Jill about the water park trip. The sun was out early and the temperature already about 75 when I arrived at the school in my "62" Cadillac convertible. I was wearing khaki shorts and a 3-button polo shirt. As I pulled up to the school parking lot, I saw Sonya in a pair of very short, white shorts and a denim top that she had tied the tails at her waist exposing her flat tummy.

She was herding the kids into the bus and waived to me as I approached. "Hi Jack! Great day huh?" "Looks like you picked a great day for the water park!" I said as I tried to nonchalantly eyeball her magnificent legs and ass. Sonya turned to me with a quizzical look and asked "Would it be too much trouble for you to drive your car?" "It looks like we're a couple seats short in the bus." "Sure, it's no problem."

I started to wander back towards my car when I heard the bus start up and the doors squeak closed. I turned to see Sonya walking briskly toward me as the bus started to pull away from the curb. I was immediately shouting inside my head "All right, alone with her for the whole trip!" I opened the door for her as she slid into the big leather bench seat and threw her bag into the back seat. I unhooked the latches for the top and retracted the convertible top. "This is a great car Jack... This is going to be great!" I thought so too as I slid into the car and took a quick glance at her shapely legs curled sideways underneath her.

We followed the bus out onto the street and headed towards the freeway. Sonya was sitting on her feet and turned towards me as we talked. Our conversation quickly turned to relationships. She asked, "How come I've never met your wife?" I kind of rolled my eyes and said, "Jill has a very demanding job and it requires a lot of her time, sometimes 60 or 70 hours a week." Sonya replied "Must be kind of hard on you, huh?" I glanced at Sonya and just shrugged my shoulders.

"What about you, got any guys on the hook? I asked. "Naw, not really. Most the guys my age are more concerned about career than romance." I shook my head in disbelief "With you looks and brains, I'd think guys would be tripping over themselves to get close to you!" Sonya lowered her head and remarked "Guys think my boobs are to small." I couldn't believe this conversation was going! Then I even surprised myself when I replied "You have beautiful breasts, I think they're perfect!"

"Holy Shit!" I thought. Here I am, a married man, following a bus load of kids that included my nine year old son, and I'm telling this 24 year-old teacher that she has nice tits!

"You really like the way they look, Jack?" Sonya asked. I turned to her a took a long gaze as she sat up straight and thrust her chest upward to accentuate her chest. I could feel my cock starting to swell as she thrust her pert breasts toward me. "They're really magnificent Sonya." As I turned my eyes back to the road and tried to hide the discomfort of my hard-on growing in my shorts.

We reached the freeway and the bus happened to make the traffic signal ahead of us and we had to stop. That allowed the bus to get well down the freeway before we were able to get on. Sonya then said "I'm sorry Jack, maybe I've treaded into forbidden territory talking about this stuff with you." I looked at her and answered "Sonya, I think it's great we can talk so freely about things with each other." I could feel my heart pounding as the words left my mouth. I knew I was opening the door to go further. Sonya slid a little closer to me on the front seat and her hand touched my shoulder "I really like you Jack, but I wouldn't want to do or say anything that would ruin our relationship".

I thought to myself "We have a relationship?" Just then, Sonya continued, "I know you find me attractive and I think you're about the sweetest and sexiest man I've ever met." Her other hand crossed over and settled on my thigh. My cock was coiled up in an uncomfortable knot inside my Jockeys and her hand being so close made it grow even more. "If I'm overstepping my bounds Jack, just say so and I'll back off." She said in a low raspy voice. I glanced sideways and could see down her shirt and the swell of her breasts were in plain view over the lacy cups of her white bra.

Up ahead, I could see the bus exiting the freeway to a secondary highway so I knew we were still about 15 minutes away from the water park. As I glanced over again, Sonya had unbuttoned a couple more buttons of her shirt and pulled it apart to allow me a clear view of her tits. "Do you like what you see Jack?" she cooed. I starred without speaking. Sonya's hand on my thigh started slowly moving up my thigh until she was massaging my hardness through my shorts. "I guess that's my answer, huh?"

We were on a two lane road now and I slowed way down so the occupants of the bus wouldn't be able to see what was going on in my car. "Oh Sonya.........." Is all I could utter as she deftly unbuttoned my shorts and slid the zipper open. As if I was having the most erotic dream imaginable, I watched as she lowered her head into my lap. I raised my butt off the seat as she skid the shorts and Jockeys down and my cock sprang to full attention. "Ooooooooooo Jack, it's wonderful!" she whispered as she looked up from my lap. Her fingers wrapped around it and slowly began pumping my 8" up and down as her face drew nearer.

I'm sure I was swerving in my lane and I had to really concentrate on driving as I felt Sonya's mouth descend over my engorged head. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh Gawwd!" I gasped as her mouth closed around my cock shaft and her hand fondled my balls. I began gently pumping my hips up off the seat and fucking her warm, moist mouth. This was a totally awesome experience, especially since my wife never wanted to give me a blowjob in all of our 12 years of marriage. I rested my right hand on Sonya's back and ran my fingers over her bare back and down to the bottom of her tailbone.

I saw the sign for the water park "2 miles ahead" "Oh, Sonya, we're almost to the park." Sonya began sucking hard on my swollen head and flicking her tongue into the slit of my cock. Her hand lowered down and soon she was rubbing her finger around the rim of my ass. My hips were bucking and I was starting to moan constantly. Just as Sonya slipped her first knuckle of her middle finger into my ass, I exploded in her mouth. "Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh" I bellowed as I felt the most powerful climax of my life rock through my body and stream after stream of my cum shot down her throat.

Sonya helped me get my shorts back on and she buttoned up her shirt just as we turned into the parking lot. I purposely parked a few rows away from the bus to have a minute to re-compose myself. As Sonya reached back to grab her bag, I said "That was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me." Sonya opened the door and shut it behind her and looked at me with a smile "Can't wait until the ride home!"

Keep It In The Family

Keep It In The Family
By: NoSayQuien (nosayquien@yahoo.com)

My sex life got a lot, lot better about two years ago, when I got an email addressed to someone else (but who obviously had a similar screen name).

"Hey, snatcher," it said, "r u there? I'm on a lunch break, and VERY hungry!"

As you can see, this email was a little bit slutty, and I didn't miss a beat! I responded right back to it, with the same kind of "dirty come on" style that the sender had used.

"Sherry, I am actually the one you (undoubtedly) want, based on what I'm reading between the lines. I would just love to do you for lunch, with something like a quick little bite! However, in the spirit of truth, I am not actually the person to whom you intended to send this email. Try me for lunch, though. You'll like it!"

Sherry fired back a hot little reply: "What I want to be able to achieve is a certain state of near total collapse, in the next half-hour (which is all I've got). So what can you actually do about that? If you follow me, that is!"

"Got it," I said. "If you're at work, I hope you can get your hand into your panties without embarrassing yourself, because your hunger pangs are about to be assuaged!"

"Fancy language!"

"My tongue in your pussy. Like that better?"

"Like to get it. Can't wait to get it. Need it so bad!"

"I am dying to suck your snatch, baby. Dying for it! All morning I've been working away, but my mind has been on fucking. That's the truth! Now, I have just gotten dizzy wanting to fuck YOU, and all in the space of the last five minutes."

"And (Sherry said) who are you, if you're not ?snatcher?'"

I'm "snatchez," as in "he snatchez what ever he wants, right out from under his busy wife's nose."

"So, you're married?"

"Yeah. And You?"

"No. Almost got married, but I didn't. But I've done married men before. I know the rules. How about it?"

"My prick is so hard now you can't even believe it, Sherry. I'm squishy wet, just from when we started. Don't go away! Do you really only have thirty minutes?"

"Less, in fact," but you've got my email now. If you're nice, I'll give you my AIM account, and we can AIM-fuck like rabbits. But first you need to prove you can make me cum."

"Really?"

"Yeah! I NEED it!!!"

"Are you thinking about my mouth down on your pussy, Sherry? Think about it! I am going to pull your panties down, leave ?em hanging on one leg; run my hands up your thighs while I spread you out for my mouth. I WANT your pussy! I HAVE to get it in my mouth. Feel it! My mouth on your clit, with my big long index finger up your ass, and my thumb inside your cunt. You don't even know me, but I am going to fuck you so hard, and make you cum so much you are going to be as crazy as I am. I CAN'T WAIT."

There was a pause in the email exchanges, before her next email came in. About three minutes.

"Ok. YES!! I fucking came right behind the desk I was working at. Then the boss came back from his lunch break. I think he could smell my sex. I am SO FUCKING HOT. Tell me when I can IM you, and give me a chance to do it for you."

This is how Sherry and I became friends. And it turned out that she wasn't really that far away. She did live in a different state, but within 500 miles. We did phone sex, IM sex (really the best, this side of the real thing), and TM sex. And we did it constantly.

I've been married a long time, with three grown kids, and I have a pretty stable income and job situation. Somehow, though, that hasn't been enough, and I've been consumed with sex for about five years. I do erotic stories, chat rooms (without any satisfaction at all, actually), and have had a few partners I've met through my work, but never people who actually work where I do. Anyway, I had never known anyone like Sherry, who has made sex the centerpiece of her entire existence. This is quite different from me. Recently, I've been moving that direction (getting closer all the time, I must confess), but Sherry had decided early on that sex was her number one thing, and she had lived the life.

The very next day after our initial exchange, Sherry emailed me her phone number and "dared me to call." And I did call, and happened to do so when she was taking care of her little nieces and nephews, and I could hear them in the background. So she was a real person! A paramedic, as it happened, with shifts that tended to put her at work for the entire night (leaving her available for "play" during the day, as she put it).

Within weeks, I was totally overwhelmed by Sherry. And I know she felt the same. We would TM at all hours. I kept my phone on vibrate, and even in the middle of a family dinner I'd feel the TM come in, and visit the bathroom, to TM her back: "I want my prick in you so bad!" And this was my genuine sentiment, too.

I'd wake up wanting her, and went to bed still rigid, after cumming so hard to a hot IM exchange that I would almost have blacked out. Our big thrill was to pass our cum-covered underwear back and forth (by mail) so we could do our TM and IM sex while we buried our faces in the sex scent of our mixed juices. Like I said, I became totally consumed with sex, and Sherry!

During it all, my wife and family suspected nothing, and I started making plans to visit Sherry in person, which my job couldn't really accommodate very well, though I bent every excuse to make it happen. Once we had gotten together in "real life," we were both hooked. I literally couldn't live without Sherry. Again, she was the same. And this was despite a pretty big age difference. Sherry almost could have been my daughter. Despite my worries, Sherry didn't seem to mind the age gap, and if I minded (and I did at first; worried about it), I quickly forgot there was any problem, because there wasn't! I needed to get myself off two or three times a day, thinking of her, and she would call or TM me, too, begging for me to make her cum. Above all else, she loved taking it up the ass, and that was a new thing for me. Anal was something I long dreamed of, and only attempted once before, and not all that happily. But with Sherry, her ass and my prick sang! I would fuck her so hard, her ass slippery with lube and cum, and then she would lick my cock, and get it hard, and then I'd fuck her tight little pussy, too.

Within about a month, Sherry and I were IM and TM fucking every day, without exception, and within six months I was taking ever more (and ever harder to justify) business trips on at least a monthly basis, and sometimes more often. No matter what the risk, I just had to fuck her in real life, but since I didn't want to have my entire existence go up in smoke and disaster, I was looking for some way to bring Sherry closer to me, and as a paramedic, her talents were in demand everywhere, so it was only a matter of convincing her to move.

I worked on it, trying to convince her, but it wasn't easy. As crazy as we both were for each other, Sherry had a pretty intense family situation herself, with nieces, nephews, and a couple of siblings that depended on her for emotional (and even financial) support. She really hated to leave them. Nonetheless, our lust for each other ultimately conquered her resistance, and she did move to my town, easily scoring a job with an even higher pay scale than the one she left.

Sherry's move came about nine months into our connection, and it led to steaming sex scenes that left me drained and euphoric, and wanting it all over again. We particularly loved to fuck outdoors, and since I'd often go back to my office early in the morning (a habit that I'd had for years) it was possible for me to meet her when she got off shift, and I'd hop right out of my warm conjugal bed to bury my face in Sherry's pussy, as we lay on the grass of the neighborhood park just two blocks from my house.

Maybe it was the coming winter that made me think of another idea, my most wicked ever, and one that has worked out beyond my wildest dreams.

Two of my three kids are married, with families of their own, and while they're relatively local, they don't live in the same town. My youngest son (younger than Sherry, but not that much younger) is still at loose ends, and he's local. In fact, at the time Sherry moved here, he was living in a separate unit attached to the side of our house. He's a kind of "hippie," actually, which seems strange to me. I grew up in the sixties, but was always the "straight arrow" type. Ted is into music, Zen Buddhism, organic food, marijuana, and the laid back lifestyle that I totally rejected. He was also unmarried, and I had a suspicion (which proved to be true) that he was desperate for sex.

How it first came up in our conversation I can't remember, but it probably happened as Sherry and I discussed her sexual adventures, something we regularly did, and something that always made me hot. Sherry had done threesomes, been with women, and had lots of adventures that began in bars. She was, in fact, and as I've said, a sexual adventuress. I did admire that. And she was proud of it. One of the first presents she ever gave me, in fact, was a book called "Wild, Wild Sex," which documented, in almost textbook fashion, how to build sex into the very center of your life. Sherry lived it!

So, at some point, I suggested that Sherry should seduce my son. I actually think it may have been another "dare" of some kind, since Sherry always liked "daring" me to do things that pushed the limit. And I always did them, too! On this occasion, I think I "dared" her to pick up my son, and fuck him. Getting Sherry to accept this idea was less difficult than I would have thought, because she truly lived for adventurous sex. The more we joked about it, and discussed it, the more it appealed to her. Sherry's existence, of course, was a complete secret to my family. No one knew we were lovers, and if she had knocked at our door, and my wife or son had answered it, they would have thought she was a complete stranger. We talked about her doing that, too, thinking up possibly plausible reasons to build her into my existence, so she could come freely into my house, but we went with this other, kinkier thought instead. And the payoff was amazing!

The plan was for Sherry to go to the coffee house my son frequented, and try to pick him up. We had a bet whether she could do it. She did!

In fact, she only had to go three nights in a row (he was a regular at this coffee house, taking his laptop down there to write almost every evening). Sherry just struck up a conversation the first night, so my son noticed her. The second night, she looked interested in him, and said something encouraging, but distant, too, so she wasn't coming on too strong (something I advised would scare him off). And on the third night, he tried to see if she was receptive, and she was, and she came home with him and spent the night.

End of dare! Game over, I would have thought, but that's not the way it worked out. Ted went crazy for Sherry, too, just like I had, and she was so kinky that she loved fucking my son, knowing that she'd be fucking me within hours (and sometimes within minutes). As it turned out, I loved it, too.

Four months after their first coffee house encounter, Ted and Sherry got married. They moved to another house, but in our town, and now I see her all the time. She's my "daughter in law."

The great thing is, though, that I fuck this "daughter in law" just as much as I ever did. Maybe even more. It's so easy, now. She's got Ted to clean up his act, and prodded him to take a job that has him out of town at least two days a week. She frequently stops by to visit, with or without Ted, and there is never a time when she doesn't do something provocative to make me go crazy, whenever she comes by.

My wife (who has always been partial to our youngest son), thinks Sherry is just dandy, even if she was initially worried that Sherry was "too old" for Ted.

"Age doesn't make a difference," Sherry told her. "Really!" And so it seems.

It's hard to say how excited it makes me feel to fuck Sherry right in my own house, when she's dropped by ""unexpectedly" (but really by prearrangement) at a time when I'm alone, working in my home office. And nothing is better than to sit down to a Thanksgiving dinner and to slip my big toe into her dripping pussy, under the table, while we all talk about sports.

I have never cum so hard as when I know that I am filling Sherry's cunt with my cum, and then sending her off to fuck my son, or to have him suck it all out.

He's clueless. They're all clueless. And Sherry and I are crazed!

In a way, it's hard to admit what I've been telling you, because it seems both unbelievable and perverse. But I can't think about anything but Sherry. About fucking her. About putting my cock up her ass. About kissing her mouth, with my finger inside her. About looking into her face as we both acknowledge what no one else can see.

We are both crazed! And we're keeping it in the family!!

Married but Sexually Bored - Part 8

Married but Sexually Bored - Part 8 [part 8 of 18]
By: Tiger (handyman@fastermail.com)

Married but Sexually Bored continued. Thanks to all for your suggestions, comments and votes. Part 8 follows. "Tiger"

It's been 2 1/2 weeks since Joy and I were together at the cabin and we haven't been able to see each other since. We emailed daily and had a couple of cell phone conversations. I really missed her!

My wife thought my clothes smelled of perfume when she sorted them for the wash. I didn't study for that test and I had to think fast. I said it must have been from one of the factory reps of the inspection table and slitter that I looked at for our plant. Too much office time for me! Boring! I need to get our plant engineer to go along with me in the near future to make the final decision on the purchase. I am undecided if it will meet our production needs. Whew, I got through that, I hope! Anyway, my balls had recuperated enough to make love to her. The kids were gone for the afternoon. I took hold of Nanci and escorted her to the bedroom. Hey! Whats got into you? I pulled down her shorts and panties in on motion the pushed up her top to reveal her B cup breasts. She was horny for a change or I wouldn't have gotten this far. Nanci said we could have done this last night if you had not fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Under my breath I thought, want to bet? Even now I was having a time getting it up! I ate her and she pulled me up to her in the missionary position. Same old, same old, I put my cock in her and after she came, she was done, as usual, so I got off in her cunt. we lay on the bed awhile and talked. My mind was on Joy so I got up, went to the bathroom and washed my tired dick. Joy cleaned her self up and went back to washing clothes.

Joy's life was back to normal too. Her husband noticed her partly shaved snatch as she got out of the shower while he was shaving. He said, hey that's nice! She said I showed you last week. Remember the new swim suit? He said, Oh ya! I remember. Her legs were sore from the two days of sex at the cabin. He turned to her and said he would like to have a blow job and maybe I'll give you some cock afterwards. She told him to go to hell and get a blow job! He said he was sorry. He kissed her and led her to the bedroom. He mounted her missionary and in three minutes he came. She was about to cum but he was done. Life was back to the norm for her too.

The week end for Joy was all tied up and so was mine. Damn I missed her! Nanci and I had a wedding to attend out of town on Saturday. The VP's son was getting married. When your in my position, you don't miss weddings like this. We would have to book a motel room because it would be too far to drive home after the reception. Drinking and all the dancing etc.

We went to the church and drove to the reception hall. Nanci and I had a room at the Holiday Inn. The kids were staying at their Grandma's. We were seated in the reception hall and the band began to play. I went to the bar to get us a couple of drinks. When I returned to our table, I almost choked on the first sip of my drink. Seated two tables over was Joy! She seen me about the same time. The look on our faces was, what you may have imagined! Anyway, she was seated next to her husband. The "jerk"! I knew him as Joy had described him to me a while back. He was truly a lady's man. He was making conversation to several that sat at their table. He was good looking, tall and built. The ladies enjoyed his conversation and flattering ways. Joy just sat there smiling at everyone. She had on a long red dress that was low cut. She really looked nice.I hadn't seen her dressed up like this before. She was a beautiful woman! Nanci wanted to dance. I may have let my guard down a little. She asked who was that I was staring at two tables over. I played that dumb.I hadn't studied for that test either. I told her I think I had some classes with her in college but wasn't sure. Whew, off the hook! We danced. Joy remained seated as her husband danced with a younger woman. Joy just smiled and conversed to the others at their table. They did manage to dance together a couple times that evening but he really had too much to drink to early and was making a ass of himself. I danced several times with Nanci. She was loaded too. I was feeling pretty good myself. I went to the bar for more drinks. Joy was there. She said hello! I said do I know you? She said come outside to the end of the parking lot next to the woods and I will refresh your memory. She turned and left. I was speechless. I drank my drink and exited the hall and went to the end of the parking area to find her. Joy walked to the side of a convers ion van and the woods was on the other side of the dark side of the parking lot. We kissed at first touch. She said she had already removed her panties and began undoing my fly. She pulled my limp dick out and bent down to suck it to full hardness. She undid my belt and pulled down my pants then my shorts. I took charge. I hiked up her skirt.Her cunt was very wet. I inserted my dick and began to thrust into her. She was bending in the knees from the orgasm that was building in her and I had a hard time holding her up so I pushed her back into the side of the van. I rammed her hard and fast. We both came together.

We got our clothes back together. She went to the rest room to check her hair the rejoined her husband. I got two more drinks and returned to our table. Nanci was almost bombed but she still wondered what took me so long to get the drinks. I told her I had to talk shop with a couple company big shots outside where the sound of the band allowed us to talk. Whew, off the hook again! We left the reception right after Joy and another guy helped load the "jerk" into their car and headed for their home. Once at the Holiday Inn, Nanci all loose from the booze went for my crotch. She started to open my fly. Oh, my! I excused myself to the bathroom. I told Nanci I was sick from the drinks. I really needed to wash off Joy's partly dried cum from my dick and balls. If Nanci touched my dick or smelled what was there, I know I wouldn't have passed that test! I pretended too ill to perform when I got in bed with Nanci. I thought,good for you. Here's a taste of your regular self. I did howe ver, make passionate love to her before we left the motel.

As I recalled the events of the week end on Monday morning, I called Joy. At the sound of my voice she began to laugh. I said, can you believe we were invited to the same wedding and I began to laugh. I asked if her if she arrived home okay. All was well but her husband was waisted so he expected nothing. She asked if she ruined my night with Nanci at the Holiday Inn with a evil laugh. I told her how I had to play it out and we both laughed together. To be continued......

Same time next year

Same time next year
By: Angelique

Everything about our affair seemed fated: the way we met in a chatroom I had never before frequented; the way we connected within minutes thanks to an equally twisted sense of humour; and the way we went from virtual buddies, sharing the stories of our past, to real-life lovers, melding minds and flesh in a six-hour marathon of sex, rest, coffee and sex.

It was all very innocent at first--friendly exchanges in the chatroom, newsy e-mails, harmless banter on Yahoo--but there was a raw sexuality to this man that somehow always had me sitting with my legs tightly crossed, a bitch in heat trying to quell the instinctual pounding in my pussy as I waited for him to shove his virtual tongue down my throat, grab a tit, grope my ass... something... anything.

We were like a living situation comedy, complete with witty repartee, double-entendres, and sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. I knew that, eventually, he would have no choice but to topple. Except, as it happened, I was the one who finally cracked. I could no longer deal with how horny he made me. A woman can only cross her legs for so long before she has to spread them and finger herself to orgasm.

Thus, it came to pass that, one night, as I was on the computer in my home office making small talk, I began driving a couple of digits in and out of my needy cunt, and I made the weighty decision to pin his virtual being against a virtual wall in an act of desperation.

He wasn't surprised; he was shocked into near silence. Then, after mumbling (if one can mumble in writing) something about wanting me, but being in cybersex hibernation (his term: cybernation), he took off like a bat out of hell. I figured that was the last I'd ever see of him, but there he was again the very next night, ready, willing, and as I soon discovered, more than able.

That first time we cyberfucked was a revelation. I'd had many online lovers by that point, but not a single one had made me that hot, had made my snatch that wet, had made me masturbate so furiously that I came six times in just over an hour, the climaxes so fierce that I couldn't think, speak, or even breathe afterward.

It wasn't just that he was good with words, imaginative and evocative, it was also his very essence that spoke to me in ways I'd never dreamed. Simply seeing him write "my cock" started the pulsing in my twat, started the flow of juices down and out onto my thighs, coating my swollen lips, and started the unbearable ache in my clit, all of me crying out to be touched, filled, satisfied. And, amazingly, it was the same way every single time.

Within a matter of weeks, I needed him to survive, not only sexually, but emotionally, as well. He was my shelter from the storm that raged outside the virtual world we'd created, whether holding me in his arms, lending an understanding ear, offering a shoulder to cry on, screwing my little brains out, eating my desperate pussy, or letting me feast on his luscious cock.

There wasn't anything I couldn't ask of him online. Requests ranged from cumming on my face, in my hair, on my tits, on my ass, down my throat, inside or all over my cunt; to fingering or tonguing my asshole; to jerking off for me and letting me get off for him; to fucking my tits; to bending me over a variety of objects and taking me from behind; to allowing me to ride him forward and backward; to slapping my ass and pulling my hair.

Out of the blue, one day, he gave me his very real cell phone number, and asked me to call him at work. I was extremely wary of making that call, since voice was the next level up, and I rationally knew that it wasn't a good idea to escalate things with this man. But when it came to him, rational thought had a tendency to fly right out the window. So I called.

Our first few conversations were just that: an exchange of thoughts, insights, stories. Before long, though, I began to torture him by relating what I'd like to be doing to him. His prick would harden as he sat at his desk, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. The thought of arousing him halfway to insanity--where his whole body tensed up and his dick strained against his pants, begging to be freed--gave me a heady sense of sexual power, and made my own body crave the relief that only orgasm could provide.

Luckily, he found a way of providing it. On lunch breaks, he'd head outside, find a quiet spot, and painstakingly describe how he'd tease me, suck me, lick me, feed me, fuck me. Driven by raw lust, I'd start off by teasing my snatch, two fingers lightly dancing around my clit, then massaging it gently, and finally, pressuring it forcefully, shoving those two fingers into my dripping hole, curling them up and around my pelvic bone, and pounding my g-spot.

His voice fuelled me, the images he evoked made me insane, my soft moans became loud groans, mild oaths, breathless ohs and ahs, strong curses, then all-out screams as I climaxed with an intensity that made my whole being quiver. Even after he hung up the phone, I continued making myself cum every four or five minutes, until I was too spent to go on.

From phone, we agreed to move on to cam. I didn't even feel any hesitation anymore; it was the next logical step. Because my home office door had no lock, it was too risky for me to turn on my cam while my family was around. He therefore did the showing, and I did the watching.

After a long cybersession, I'd eagerly look on as he jerked off, initially stroking his rock hard cock at varying speeds, his head thrown back in ecstasy, then picking up the pace when orgasm neared, his face contorting, tears streaming down his face, his voice muted so as not to wake his family, his cum finally erupting in jets. Licking my lips, I'd imagine the taste of his hot seed in my mouth, or the feel of it on my body.

While we both enjoyed this one-sided viewing tremendously, he longed to see me cum, too. But since he couldn't cam from work during the day, and I couldn't cam from home at night, he decided he'd have to play hooky so we could spend a few hours watching each other climax.

He booked the time off work to enjoy what we referred to thereafter as "hooky day". It seemed like years before it actually arrived, and then suddenly, there I was, totally naked in front of my cam for the very first time.

Surprisingly, it made me very shy, and it took me a while to get comfortable with the idea of showing him my bare tits and pussy. Patiently, he talked me through it, his voice, as always, rendering me mad with lust, coating my twat with juices, making me ache for him so badly that I was prepared to do anything at all.

We gave each other a guided cam tour of our bodies, going from head to toe, and his groan was highly audible when he saw my shaved, soaking cunt for the very first time. The rest was easy: vivid descriptions of what each would do to the other's every part, my cam turned to my snatch, his cam focused on his dick as he played with it, stroked it with a tight fist, hand moving up and down the length of his shaft, precum oozing from the tip.

My eyes didn't move from the screen, transfixed yet again by the sight of him jerking, but my hand, in sharp contrast, was in constant motion, first just running along my thighs, coming close to my pussy on many occasions, but never quite touching it, driving him almost as crazy as I was driving myself.

From there, a few light brushes, barely grazing my lips, his breath catching with every contact. Then a single finger penetrating the swollen folds, running up and down my drenched slit, but purposely avoiding my hard clit.

It was slow torture for both of us. Eventually, I couldn't take it any longer. It was too much to watch him work his incredible prick, to show off my sodden cuntflesh, and not to give in to the need to make myself cum. I loved seeing him play with himself, but I was also getting off on exposing myself to him.

Horny enough to burst, I took it up a notch, rubbing my hungry clit with my palm, and pushing one, two, three, then four fingers into my twat, lapping the wetness a bit before beginning to pump in earnest, my ass lifting off the chair as my hips bucked up, and my feet on the desk--one on either side of the keyboard--providing leverage for each thrust.

So needy then that I could scream, I grabbed a large tit with my other hand, and lifted it to my mouth, sucking on the nipple. Hearing his moan, and wanting an even sharper sensation, I clamped my teeth down on it... hard. I winced and whimpered; he cried out, "Oh, fuck".

I continued to bite my embattled tit and pound my desperate pussy, my muscles clenching around my invading fingers, bringing me close to orgasm, feeling it approach only to have it elude me. The screams mounted in my throat, my body knotted up, my legs began to tremble--climax mere seconds away--when he went over the edge, his rod pulsing more times and shooting more cum than I had ever seen.

Pulling my teeth from my nipple so I could scream out loud, pinching it with my thumb and forefinger instead, holding my palm steady on my mound, keeping my long fingers buried deep inside me, I came so hard that I nearly passed out.

I don't know how many times we both climaxed on "hooky day", but I do know that I broke records. It was one of those experiences you never forget, and it proved what I think I already knew the day he and I met: I had to see him in person, feel what is was like to touch him, kiss him, hold him, suck him, ride him, taste him, have him on me, under me, around me, and in me. He agreed wholeheartedly.

It took a great deal of planning, organizing and scheming, but six weeks later, we met part way between our homes, in a nondescript hotel, in a midsize city where nobody would recognize us. His family was away, so he travelled the night before to check into the room, and I met him late the following morning.

I'd been such a bundle of nerves ever since we arranged the meeting that I feared I'd throw up on his shoes as soon as he opened the hotel room door. But when I saw him standing there, all I wanted to do was hold him. I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him so close that my breasts pushed into his chest, buried my face in his neck, and didn't move.

He was somewhat more pragmatic, turning my head so he could cover my mouth with his and kiss me deeply, his tongue darting between my lips, his taste finally filling my senses. I sucked hungrily at his probing tongue, and again, I'd have willingly stayed that way for a week beyond forever, but he took matters into his own hands--literally--and led me to the small living room sofa.

No sooner had we sat down than I went back to hugging him. Surprising as it may seem, my need to feel his body close to mine was, at the time, even greater than my need for sex. Luckily, his need for sex superseded, and he pulled away, stood up, and undid his pants. Presented with the possibility of touching his cock, stroking it and sucking it, my desire to sit there like a moron and just hold him evaporated pretty damn quickly.

I hastily reached out to pull his dick out of his briefs, looking in awe at the object of my desire, seen so often on cam, now in my hand, and very rapidly in my mouth. Teasing the head--one of my favourite forms of foreplay--suddenly seemed unimportant. I wanted to taste all of him, have him fill my mouth. I therefore opened wide, and took his tip to the back of my throat, gagging slightly, but reveling in the feeling of completeness, as if his cock had always belonged there.

Sucking in my cheeks, I slowly began to pull back, swabbing his head with my tongue, then push forth, gradually increasing the pace and the suction. He immediately began moaning, and placed his hand on my head to guide me. His reaction made my pussy pound out a hard beat. Fully aroused now, I felt my juices start to ooze, a wet spot forming on my thong, and spreading rapidly.

Either he sensed my need, or he was answering a call all his own, but he pushed me down onto my back, hastily removed my shorts and panties, and got between my legs, bending his head, his tongue already out.

Yes, his tongue. I could write an entire ode to his tongue. In fact, I nearly came the second it touched my then soaking twat, licking my swollen, pink lips, totally flat as it ran the length of my slit, curled as it took hold of my aching clit. It was like an electric pulse had been sent through my entire body, and I groaned so loud that I could hear the sound echo through the room.

After that, I lost all capacity for thought. There was his mouth, his lips, his tongue; they were on me, over me, in me; I was overcome by sensations I'd never felt in my life; and before I even knew it, I was wracked by a powerful orgasm, screaming, writhing, tearing at his hair, my whole body shaking from the rapture.

He didn't stop there. He kept working my pussy until I had cum lord alone knows how many times, and was drenched with perspiration, my hair limp from humidity, my palms cold and sweaty. That's when my mind returned--or rather, the part of my mind that knew I had to fuck him immediately, if not sooner.

I had him sit on the couch, and climbed into his lap, my body facing him, my legs straddling him. He knew I loved this position, and we both moved this way and that to make it work, but the cheap sofa cushions kept giving way under us.

Frustrated, but laughing, we gave up and moved to the bedroom. In spite of our plans to screw anywhere and everywhere, we gave in to our desperation, and jumped on the conveniently placed bed.

He reached for a condom on the nightstand (always practice safe sex, kids!), practically ripped the package open with his teeth, rolled the condom on, tore his shirt off, lay down on his back, grabbed for me, and pulled my trembling frame onto him. I glided his very stiff dick into my slick hole, and impaled myself on it.

Holy crap! He was finally inside me, and I thought the world could end right then and there and I'd die a happy woman. I closed my walls around him, and watched his face intently, removed my top and bra, and set my tits free. Then I nearly lost consciousness when he touched them. His fingers were like matches, setting me on fire wherever they came in contact with my bare flesh.

We began to hump, bump and grind, and before long, I was riding him like a woman obsessed. Though part of me wanted him to stay buried deep inside me, most of me wanted him to pound the hell out of my cunt. His hips bore down as my body rose, and flexed up as my body fell, causing a cataclysmic crash that made me lose track of reality once more.

I was overcome by an animal instinct to just hump, buck and squeeze him, until I climaxed with loud shrieks and a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush.

Much more disciplined than I, he managed not to cum. He waited until my body had let the orgasm, aftershocks and tension ebb, then he rolled me over, pulled my ass high in the air, knelt behind my raw, exposed and dripping pussy, and drilled his dick right into me, instantly lighting me up like a Christmas tree, my hands curling into fists, and my nails digging into my palms.

He then jackhammered that fine, solid piece of meat into me countless times, until I was screaming out again, and he finally blew his load, yelling and swearing pretty impressively himself.

Since neither of us was exactly a youngster, we both collapsed after that. On our backs, holding hands, trying to catch our breath and stave off respective heart attacks, we talked until our pulse rates returned to normal. Then, after he cleaned up, we had a coffee break. No joke. A little pause in fucking to properly caffeinate is highly recommended.

Our coffee finished, we went back to the business of sex. At my request, he'd come equipped with massage oil. Lying on my stomach, my head buried in the crook of my arm, I moaned and sighed while he covered me in the soothing liquid, rubbed it in with strong hands, and worked it deep into my muscles, both relaxing me to near-sleep, and turning me on at the same time. There was just something about his touch that made my whole body go off like fireworks on the fourth of July.

When he got to my shoulders, his cock was positioned between my ass cheeks, and slid along the crack with each move. Every time the hardness touched my hole, I writhed. Anal stimulation was one of my many weaknesses, and my wriggling reminded him of a request I'd made beforehand. He therefore lubed his finger with massage oil, and gently inserted it part way into my asshole.

That just about took me to the brink. As he drove that finger ever deeper, I was beside myself with lust. There wasn't a single part of me that wasn't begging to be fucked.

Somehow, he knew exactly what I wanted. Withdrawing his finger from my anus, he poked only the slick head of his cock inside in its place, just hard and long enough to make me shriek, removed that and put his finger back where it was, and ran his prick along my completely soaked slit while he prepared another condom.

Then, without notice, he rammed that fat dick right into my quivering twat. Contracting and expanding my muscles around him, already aroused beyond the humanly possible, I came within minutes, louder than ever, and he followed shortly thereafter.

Another heart attack aversion break was required. He lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling, and I watched him, getting hornier and hornier by just looking at his naked, sweaty body. I knew I couldn't ask him to do me again that soon, but my cunt was twitching once more and demanding attention.

I was on my stomach, so I simply reached a hand down under my hips, and began rubbing my clit quite insistently with two fingers, massaging it roughly, then raking those fingers along my slit, only to go back to massaging. He must have heard the wet, sloshing sound, since he left the room, came back moments later, got on his knees, and started stroking his cock.

I watched him raptly, following the movement of his hand closely, timing my rhythm to his, totally getting off on seeing him jerk. He was equally enthralled. Before long, I felt the familiar approach of orgasm, sped up my finger work, creating tremendous friction on my clit, and cumming hard.

My screams and shudders fuelled him into a frenzy, and he straddled my hips so he could spray his jizz all over my ass and back. Fuck, it felt good to have his hot seed cover my skin. I rubbed in what I could, and scooped up the rest with deft fingers, carrying it to my mouth, then licking and sucking those fingers clean... another fantasy fulfilled.

The afternoon was wearing on, and there was still so much we wanted to do to and for each other. Most of all, we wished to make sweet love, to affirm the way we felt for one another. Slowly, adoringly, and with all the emotion of the preceding months, we made that wish come true.

Sharing long, lingering kisses, holding hands, entwining fingers, gently moving our bodies in perfect sync, thrusting as one, feeling all of the need, but none of the urgency, we climaxed like a soft song: powerfully, but pleasingly. Then we lay in each other's arms, and basked in the afterglow, until we were once again gripped by lust.

Eager to fulfill another fantasy, he placed me on my back, and I held the sides of my ample breasts, waiting for him to straddle my torso before closing them around his beautiful cock, and pushing them together to fully envelope it. He then began titfucking me, letting me lick the tip of his rod each time it pushed through my flesh.

As he sped up, it became increasingly difficult to swipe my tongue over his head--more of a hit or miss affair--but I compensated by closing my tits even tighter around him, completely engulfing him, then pulling them apart... together and apart... together and apart.

When I felt his dick pulse, and knew that it would soon be spurting ropes of cum onto my chest--and, as expressly requested by me, onto my my face--I let go of my tits, and simply waited for the spray. He painted me in his spunk, and I felt as if I'd been given a glorious trophy. Still hungry for the taste of him, I gathered all that I could with my fingers and tongue, swallowing it down greedily.

Then, all too soon, the clock showed that it was time for me to get ready to leave. Still, I couldn't stand to spend a single second without him, so I invited him to shower with me. Under the hot water, I knelt to suck his cock, but after a few heavenly minutes, he pointed out that it would take too long and make me late. He therefore helped me to my feet, but surprisingly, knelt before me instead.

Within seconds, his gifted tongue was between my folds once more, making me lose the last vestiges of what used to be my mind. Tonguing, licking, nipping and kissing, he brought me to orgasm three times in a matter of three minutes. And with the water going, I was free to scream to my heart's content, which I did with gusto. I fear that many hotel patrons lost partial hearing that fateful day.

Once my legs stopped shaking and I could stand up straight again, I washed his body, he washed mine, and both of us resisted the tremendous urge to fuck again. The shower over, he left me to dress and dry my hair, my head filled with lustful thoughts of all the acts I still wanted to perform on and with him. They stayed in my head as we kissed goodbye, as I drove home, as the days passed, as the months rolled by, and they remain there still, 365 days later.

Good thing the hotel is only three hours away.

The Helping Hand

The Helping Hand
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

"You miserable, rotten son of a bitch! You did that and then you had the nerve to come home and climb into bed with me? Did it even enter that fucking head of yours that she could have given you something and that you could have brought it home and given it to me? Jesus Ryan, you are so disgusting that you make me want to puke."

"Oh come on Joyce, it didn't mean nothing. So I got drunk and got a little carried away. It wasn't cool and I'm sorry."

He stepped forward to put his arms around me and I shoved him away. He tripped going backwards and fell on the floor as I yelled at him, "You keep your filthy fucking hands off of me." I was so god damned mad at him that I looked around for a lamp or something to hit him with, but nothing was in reach. I stood there looking down at him and then I turned and ran from the apartment. When I got to the parking lot I realized I'd run off and left my purse on the table and my car keys were in my purse. I damned sure wasn't going back into the apartment - the mood I was in I was liable to kill Ryan. There was a park about twelve blocks away and I decided to go there and sit on a park bench and think of some way to make Ryan pay.

It was supposed to be a glorious weekend for us. It would be the first time in over three months that our work schedules gave us a weekend off together. It didn't start out well. I expected Ryan to rush home from work so we could get busy catching up on our sex life, but at six-thirty, after I'd been tapping my foot impatiently for an hour, he called and said he'd gotten hung up and would try and be home around ten. He tried to make it sound like he was stuck at work, but from the noises I heard in the background I figured that he was in a bar somewhere. Probably stopped with the boys after work for a drink or two and was having a hard time breaking away from them. I was pissed, but I'd been there and done that with the girls that I worked with.

He came home at nine-thirty, a very happy drunk, and he pulled a John Wayne impression as he came in the door. "Woman of the house, I'm home."

"I'm in the bedroom playing with your dinner" and I got busy stuffing a couple of fingers in my quim.

He came into the room shedding clothes and hollering, "Lass, have you no shame? To play with a man's dinner is a high crime. Cease and desist this very minute and let me have that which is mine by right."

It was a fun filled night, if you consider a lot of sex fun (which I do) and we fell asleep exhausted and in each other's arms.

The trouble started in the morning. I got up and went into the kitchen and put on the coffeepot and then I went and took a shower. Ryan was still asleep when I finished toweling off so I dressed and decided to throw a load of laundry in and get it done early. I picked up the trail of clothes that Ryan had left behind him on the floor on his way to the bed. I went through the pockets and put what I found on the dresser and then I went to throw the clothes into the laundry basket. I didn't see it until the clothes were falling toward the basket, but as soon as I saw it I knew what it was and a cold hand clutched at my heart. I reached down into the basket and pulled them out for a closer look. No mistake - none - there was lipstick on Ryan's underpants. My first impulse was to grab something and go over to the bed and wail on Ryan and probably the only reason I didn't was that if he was in the hospital I couldn't get the story. I took his briefs with me and went into the kitchen where I sipped coffee and waited for Ryan to get up.

I am not a patient person. I was on my fourth cup of coffee and Ryan was still in bed so I soaked a dishrag in cold water and went back into the bedroom. Holding the rag over his head I squeezed it and watched the water fall on him and then had the pleasure of seeing him sit up sputtering. "What the ---, God damn it Joyce, what did you do that for?"

"For the fun of it asshole. Get your sorry ass out of bed; you and I have some talking to do."

I went back into the kitchen, sat down and waited. It took him about five minutes to collect himself and get to the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee and then sat down at the table across from me. "What the hell is wrong with you Joyce? That ain't no way to be waking me up."

"Stop your bitching Ryan. I could have, and probably should have, done it with a cast iron frying pan."

I tossed his underwear on the table in front of him and said, "Tell me all about the lipstick you stud you."

He hemmed and hawed and tried to pretend he was too drunk to remember, but I didn't let up. Then it wasn't really his fault, his buddies put her up to it, he tried to fight her off, but his buddies held him down, yadda, yadda, yadda.

"So you fucked her."

"It wasn't like that Joyce, I didn't know what I was doing."

"You fucked her you miserable bastard and then you came home to me with her stink still on you" and then it got loud and here I was walking down the street and away from our apartment.

I sat on the park bench looking up at the sky and trying to put names on the different cloud formations as they passed over. I didn't have my watch so I had no idea how long I'd sat there. I was lost in thought when I heard a voice say, "It ain't natural for a pretty girl like you to be so serious on such a pretty day."

I looked over and saw an old black man sitting on the other end of the bench. I had been so lost in thought that I had never noticed him sitting down.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said it just ain't natural for a pretty girl like you to be sitting here and being so serious on such a pretty day."

I looked around and said, "It is a beautiful day, isn't it. Too bad life sucks and it keeps you from enjoying it."

"Oh come on now Missy, what in your young life could possibly be so bad?"

I don't know why I did it, I had no real reason to, but I lied to the man. I told him that I was new in town, that my purse had been snatched, that I had no money and no place to go and I didn't have any idea what to do. I couldn't even call home because no one would be there until later in the evening and even then I couldn't call because I didn't even have a quarter to initiate the call from a pay phone. He gave me a long look and then he said, "Maybe old Otis can help you out. You don't have nothing to do until you can call home, right?"

I nodded my head yes.

"Maybe I can help you earn some money."

He saw the look that came over my face and noticed the way I sat up and drew back from him and he chuckled. "No, no Missy, nothing like that although a pretty girl like you could do real well at it. No Missy, what I have in mind is a little more menial. I live alone and I guess I never learned how to keep my place clean. Never had to, always had Martha and the two girls to do it. Even now the oldest, Lucy, comes over every other week and sees to the place, but she and her husband been visiting down to Georgia three weeks now. So if it wouldn't be beneath you I'd be willing to pay you seventy-five dollars to clean my place."

Well, what the hell. I had no money, no car, no credit cards and I didn't want to go back to the apartment, at least not just yet, and I couldn't spend all day sitting on a park bench. "Sure, I can do that." I stuck out my hand, "I'm Joyce, your new maid."

Otis lived two blocks from the park in a second floor apartment. I don't know why, but I was expecting to walk into an apartment that was a disaster area. I was surprised to find the place as neat as a pin. It slowly dawned on me that the old man didn't need anyone to clean his apartment, he was just trying to help someone in trouble without making it look like a hand out. Suddenly I felt like a shit for lying to him, but I couldn't back up so I did the next best thing - I attacked his apartment with a vengeance. I dusted, I mopped, I vacuumed and I polished furniture. I did two loads of laundry and I was in his kitchen doing the dishes while he sat at the kitchen table, sipping iced tea and watching me. Something about the way he was looking at me made me ask, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh no Missy, we don't want to go there."

I grinned at him, "What's the matter Otis, you think you can shock me. I'm the girl who just finished handling your dirty underwear."

"That might be Missy, but they is still some things old Otis needs to stay shy of."

Suddenly I understood. "How long has it been since you've had a women Otis?"

He chuckled, "You pretty sharp for a young girl Missy, but that ain't really it either."

I knew what it was then; I had suspected, but now I was sure. The question then became, "What now Joyce?"

I suppose that if I wasn't pissed at Ryan I never would have considered it, but I was pissed at Ryan and that is why I was in this old black man's kitchen in the first place. Two thoughts flowed through my mind bumping into each other. One was that I wanted to do something to get even with Ryan and the other was that this kindly old black man had extended his hand to me in what he thought was my hour of need. How do you repay something like that? Any other time I wouldn't have done it, but then any other time I wouldn't have been in that kitchen.

"Let me rephrase the question Otis. When was the last time you had a white woman or have you ever had one?"

I could tell by his eyes that I'd hit the nail right on the head. "Well?" I asked.

He eyed me silently for several long moments and then he said, "I ain't never."

I forgot about my need to get back at Ryan and the only thought in my head at that moment was that Otis deserved something nice for being so nice and so I pulled my sweater up over my head, unsnapped my bra and stepped out of my shorts and panties. I walked over and knelt down in front of Otis and reached for his belt buckle as I said, "Come on Otis baby, let Joyce see what you got."

What I had planned on being a slow, leisurely ?thank you' fuck turned into something else. I was a slut! I was an absolute wanton slut! I fished his cock out and then I licked, sucked and stroked it until I thought he was close to cumming and then I stood up and straddled him, still sitting on the kitchen chair, and lowered myself down onto his cock. He came quick that first time and then I pulled him into the bedroom and sucked his cock until he was hard again. I sucked him, I fucked him, and I even gave him my ass. I wrung that old man dry and then I fell asleep next to him on his bed.

I hadn't planned on spending the night. The plan was for me to go home and let Ryan think that I had spent all day walking around pissed and not tell him about Otis. When I woke up to Otis fingering my pussy while daylight streamed in the window it became obvious that I was going to need a new plan. I spread my legs and Otis moved between them and proceeded to start the day off right. Otis and I made love three more times that morning and both of us would have liked to continue, but I needed to get home before Ryan called the cops and reported me missing. He might have already done it, but I doubted it. He would still be feeling guilty over what he had done and pissed over my pushing him onto his ass.

My new plan was to go home and let Ryan see the cum running down my leg and then say, "Okay, now we are even. If you ever do it to me again I know right where to go to get my revenge."

Not that we were or ever would be even. The last thing I did before I left Otis was to tell him the truth and give him my phone number. "The next time you need maid service call me. I'm pretty good at cleaning and polishing. I did do a good job of cleaning your pipes and polishing your knob, didn't I?"

No, Ryan and I would never be even because I would probably be fucking that old black man for years to come, but I'd damned sure make sure that Ryan knew that if he ever cheated on me again I'd make his life a living hell.

Sometimes opportunity rings twice.

Sometimes opportunity rings twice.
By: Envious D

?Who the hell could that be?' I wondered as my doorbell suddenly rang.

Setting the bottle of Corona I had just opened down on the kitchen counter I turned around and made my way to the front door. I wasn't expecting any company but my best friend Gillian had a habit of dropping by unannounced. Even at nine o'clock on a Friday night it wouldn't be a total surprise if she had put her kids to bed and now wanted to go out clubbing. Especially given the fact that she knew my husband and kids were spending the long weekend up at the cabin leaving me home all alone.

Still I really should have stopped to grab a robe or at least cover up with a towel just in case it wasn't Gillian. Instead I threw caution to the wind and recklessly pulled the door wide open revealing myself to the total stranger standing on the doorstep.

Obviously stunned the handsome young man looked me up and down and haltingly said, "Um, howdy ma'am. Is this 213 Sunrise Place?"

I wasn't exactly standing there in the nude but honestly for all intents and purposes I may as well have been. Since dinner I had been sunbathing out in the backyard and was just about to go for a swim and a soak in the hot tub when the doorbell had rang. As a result I happened to be wearing nothing but the tiniest skimpiest thong bikini I own. The top is two tiny triangles of bright yellow Lycra and is really two sizes too small for my c-cup breasts. The thong bottoms aren't much more than a thin strip of matching Lycra that barely covers my pubic mound and a thin piece of string nestled between my asscheeks. More string ties it all up on the sides of my hips and behind my neck and back. It's not something I ever wear when my kids or husband are around but if I'm alone it's absolutely perfect for tanning because I get almost no tanlines.

I swallowed nervously and said, "Um no, this is 213 Sunrise Circle. Sunrise Place is back to the left and then the second right."

Naturally I felt more than a little self conscious standing there in front of a total stranger while wearing such a skimpy bikini. Considering how much those few pieces of Lycra actually covered I might as well have been naked. Luckily I've taken really good care of myself over the years and even at thirty five I still have a body to be proud of. Ever since my youngest daughter was born nine years ago I've been going to the gym at least three times a week. Besides that I swim laps every morning before work, jog or bike several miles every weekend, and play lots of racket sports. All that and a healthy diet has given me a body that is with all due modesty, fantastic.

Of course I'm not as nubile and hard bodied as I was in college when I played varsity volleyball, but fifteen years and two pregnancies haven't been too hard on me. In fact if anything I think my body is even better now that I'm not a scrawny beanpole strolling around campus. After having kids I actually filled out quite a bit, especially my hips and my breasts which went from modest B-cups to full C-cups. Then thanks to all the exercise I slimmed down to a fit and trim hundred and twenty pounds. It's a bit more than I weighed in college but still good considering I'm five foot ten.

Being so tall means that I have very long legs and thanks to all the swimming and jogging my thighs and calves are beautifully toned. My stomach is flat and smooth with a simple but sexy gold hoop in my belly button. Wide shapely hips lead to a slender waist and along with my full breasts give me an hourglass figure that's very eye catching. Especially when I'm wearing nothing but that tiny thong bikini which was clearly struggling to hold back my ample breasts. I really couldn't blame the guy for staring although he didn't have to be so brazen about it.

As I stood there giving him the right directions his dark blue eyes were slowly and deliberately crawling over every inch of my body. At least he liked what he saw if the lusty smile on his face was any clue. It actually took him several seconds to figure out that I had stopped talking. Finally he peeled his eyes away from my breasts and said, "Um, I'm sorry. That's a right and then the first left?"

He was so good looking I really couldn't be angry. Besides, with my tits practically spilling out of my bikini top he had an excuse for being a bit distracted. Rolling my eyes I sighed and repeated the directions for him. Once again his eyes were glued to my chest the entire time so I was sure I'd be repeating myself for a third time. He surprised me however and managed to ogle my tits and hear the directions at the same time. A minute later he was he was on his way after stealing one more up and down look at my body.

Shutting and locking the door it suddenly hit me that I was kind of turned on by that little encounter. I've always been a bit of a show off but something about being seen in the near buff by a total stranger was really arousing. Part of it was probably because he happened to be such a hot guy. Maybe if he had been some fat slob or dirty old man I might have been properly offended by his leering eyes. However the young man had been anything but unattractive. In fact he was easily one of the sexiest men I'd ever laid eyes on.

He had looked to be around twenty five with a boyishly handsome face featuring a cleanly shaven square jaw, piercing dark blue eyes, and the sexiest lips I'd ever seen on a man. His hair was a thick tousled mass of dark brown waves and curls that I would have loved to run my fingers through. Physically he was probably around six foot two with the chiseled body of a Greek god. The bright Hawaiian shirt he was wearing was unbuttoned revealing darkly tanned skin and a smooth hairless chest. From his broad shoulders to his perfectly toned pecs, washboard abs, and massive thighs the man was clearly no stranger to the gym. Honestly with that body and good looking face he could have been a model on the cover of a fitness magazine.

What brought a gorgeous hunk like him to our sleepy little suburb was anyone's guess. Judging by his shirt and board shorts he might have been looking for a pool party. Just about everyone in the neighborhood has a pool so that made sense. Even more likely he was here to visit some nubile young blond with a tight little body and big boobs while her parents are out of town for the long weekend. If so then that lucky little bitch was probably in for a night of incredible sex. I mean with a buff body like that the man had to be amazing between the sheets. I certainly knew who I'd be fantasizing about later when I took my trusty vibrator to bed.

Actually I was kind of tempted to go upstairs and service myself right away. With my husband and kids up in the mountains on a fishing trip I had the entire house all to myself. As such there was nothing stopping me from having a quick masturbation session anytime and anywhere I wanted. In fact I could really have some dirty fun and pleasure myself in the kitchen if I really wanted to such was the joy of freedom. In the end I decided to treat myself to a special candlelit bath before bed. It was kind of sad but that would be the most romantic evening I had in years.

In the meantime I returned to the kitchen, opened my beer, and started putting together a plate of nachos. Just as I was putting them into the oven the doorbell rang again. Somehow even before I opened the door I knew who it was. Sure enough there he was that same gorgeous young hunk with a sheepish look on his face.

"Sorry to bother you again, but it turns out I've got the totally wrong address," he said directly to my chest, "Could I possibly use your phone for a quick call?"

In this day and age when everyone has a cell phone I had a hard time believing he had come all the way back to my house just to borrow the phone. So naturally my first reaction was to politely send him packing. After all I was home alone and letting a total stranger into my house was rather risky. Although he looked like a totally harmless and normal young man for all I knew he could've been a deranged serial killer planning to rape and murder me. On the other hand he was probably just a horny young man using a lame excuse to steal another longer look at me in my tiny bikini.

Seeing nothing wrong with that and feeling just horny enough to like the idea of showing off for that hot young hunk I swung the door al the way open and said, "Sure. C'mon on in."

Stepping inside he flashed me a charming smile, stole another glance at my tits, and said, "Thanks so much. I would've used my cell phone but the battery is dead."

That sounded believable but there was something in his eyes and wry smile that suggested his phone was working just fine. Shrugging it off I smiled back and said, "Those things always seem to die at the worst possible times."

"Tell me about it," he chuckled ruefully.

Shutting the door I turned and led the way to the kitchen. Behind me I hear the young man murmur something under his breath but couldn't quite make out what he had said. Then I remembered that as he followed me to the kitchen he was getting a clear look at my bare ass. Sure enough a quick glance in the mirror on the wall confirmed my suspicions. His eyes were clearly looking down at my ass and he had the naughtiest grin on his face. Smiling to myself I didn't say a word but I did put a little extra sway in my hips as I walked.

In the kitchen I handed him the cordless phone and asked him if he wanted some privacy or a cold drink. I saw him eye the bottle of Corona that was still sitting the counter but he said, "Thanks but this will only take a second."

Leaning back against the counter I took a swallow off my beer, nibbled on a taco chip, and checked him out more closely. The first thing I noticed was that he was taller than I had first thought and was probably around six foot four. I then spotted a silver hoop dangling from his right nipple and a large tattoo over his heart. He was definitely one hell of a sexy young stud. It almost made me wish that I was single and about ten years younger. Honestly if I wasn't a happily married woman I would have gladly let him take me right there on the kitchen table.

He finally got a hold of whoever he was calling but it turned out that he had the wrong number. Looking embarrassed the young man pulled a tattered piece of paper out of his pocket giving me an excuse to check out his package. Judging by the bulge those board shorts were holding some serious equipment. Luckily he was busy double checking the number and didn't notice me turning bright red.

After another try and another wrong number he looked at me and sounding completely exasperated he said, "Well, this is not my night. I've got the wrong freaking number too. Unbelievable."

My heart went out to the poor guy. He had probably come out here to meet some girl and get laid but the girl had given him a phony address and phone number. I couldn't imagine why any woman would give a hot stud like him a fake out I did feel sorry for him. Giving him a sympathetic smile I said, "It could happen to anyone."

Smiling back he said, "Well, on the bright side I can take you up on that offer of a cold one. If it's still a standing offer."

Actually when I had offered him a cold drink I had been thinking a glass of ice water, not a beer. That implied a longer visit than a simple glass of water. Of course I wouldn't mind some company and I'd love looking at that gorgeous young hunk for an hour or so. We could having a quick beer, show off a little, do a bit of flirting, and then send him on his way. Nothing wrong with something like that. Besides I'm a mature adult and happily married so I was sure I could handle a little temptation.

Three hours and six bottles of Corona later Mason and I were in the hot tub making out like a pair of horny teenagers. It started as a simple kiss just so I could find out how those amazing lips of his felt. Then our tongues started to tangle and dance while our hands began to roam. Before long Mason had my bikini top untied and both hands cupping my naked tits. Fondling and squeezing my boobs he pushed me into the corner seat which was slightly higher than all the rest. With my tits now above the water he broke our deliciously sensual kiss and gazed lustily at my fully exposed chest.

In a moment of sudden lucidity I breathlessly panted, "Oh Mason, I don't think we should do this. I'm a married woman so oh my god!"

My protest was cut off by his warm mouth closely gently around my achingly stiff left nipple. An electric current shot straight from my breast to my pussy and then back up to my brain. In a heartbeat all thoughts of staying faithful to my husband went right out the window. I had to fuck this hot young stud and I had to fuck him now.

Groaning I ran my fingers through his thick hair and gasped, "Ohhhh that's soooo nice. Don't stop baby, please don't stop."

Letting my nipple slip from between his teeth Mason looked at my tits and then into my eyes and said, "Babydoll, I'm not gonna stop until the sun comes up."

"Mmmm, ohhhh good," I purred as his wonderful mouth returned to my tits.

Clearly Mason was a man who appreciated nice breasts and played with my big firm ones for a long time. It had been years since I had enjoyed this kind of attention paid to my boobs so I loved every minute of it. He sucked, nibbled, caressed, and fondled every inch of my tits teasing my soft flesh and torturing my achingly stiff nipples. Eventually I felt one of his hands slide down over my tummy and in between my legs. His fingers stroked across my pussy lightly taunting me through my bikini bottoms and then caressed my inner thighs. Groaning I spread my legs wider to encourage him to touch my steamy hot sex. He gave me another teasing pass and then another before his hand finally cupped my pussy and started rubbing me through my bikini.

Moaning with desire I began writhing in my seat as this hot young stud made me so hot and wet. Both of his hands quickly dipped below the water and a minute later my thong was untied and peeled away from my body. With nothing between my tingling snatch and Mason's amazing fingers he stroked my clit and then gently slipped a finger inside me. Entwining my fingers in his hair and digging my nails into his shoulder I let out a groan that the neighbors probably heard. That first penetration of his finger sent sparks flying up my spine to my brain and touched off a fireworks display behind my eyes.

Still sucking and fondling my titties Mason finger fucked me to a thundering climax. Either it was the novelty of being with someone new or I was especially horny or Mason was an incredible lover but I hadn't cum like that in years. It rolled over me like a tidal wave leaving me light headed and floating on an orgasmic cloud. Breathless and dizzy I barely noticed that Mason was maneuvering me around so that I kneeling on my seat and bent over the edge of the hot tub with my ass up in the air.

"Oh shit! You've got such a hot ass Carrie," he growled lustily while running both hands all over my tight round asscheeks, "You're a fuckin' peach babydoll."

"Fuck me stud," I pleaded, "Fill me with your cock and fuck me hard."

Whimpering with delight I wriggled my ass at him and waited for him to fuck me. Anticipating the feel of his hard cock sliding inside me I wondered if he'd feel any different than my husband. Would his cock be bigger? Would it touch me in different ways? I remembered back to when we'd first gotten the hot tub and how my husband had taken me from behind exactly like this. Now I was moments away from officially cheating on him and I honestly couldn't wait. Instead of guilt all I felt was white hot arousal. I wanted Mason's cock and I wanted it in the worst way. His young muscular body and the way he'd already made me cum with just his mouth and fingers had me so hot and bothered I no longer cared about wedding vows or twelve years of faithful marriage. I just wanted to fuck.

However instead of the big hard cock I was expecting Mason planted a warm kiss on my pussy and then slipped his wriggling tongue into my snatch. Gasping in surprise and delight I tightened my grip on the edge of the hot tub and groaned, "Oooohhh Mason! Oh fuck, you're eating me out! Oh god that's soooo good! Yes, tongue me! Suck me! Eat my cunt baby!"

Burying his face in my sex Mason swirled his tongue around the inside of my pussy and proceeded to eat me out like a pro. For several mind blowing minutes that young stud sucked, licked, and nibbled on everything from my clit to my asshole. He fucked both holes with his tongue and fingers sending me right out of my mind with pleasure. I'd never had anyone lick my asshole before and the sensations were amazing. When he went one step further and wriggled a finger into my butt I launched into a raucous orgasm that I thought would never stop. It was like riding a rollercoaster as Mason's fingers and mouth worked in tandem to bring me from one crushing climax to another.

"Okay, it's time to fuck this sweet ass," he said rising to his feet and giving me a light slap on the butt.

I could barely see straight by that point so I was helpless as Mason guided the head of his cock up against my pussy. Teasingly he rubbed his velvety tip along the length of my slit sending tingles racing up my spine. He had me on the verge of begging for his cock when he finally pushed just the head inside my sex making me groan with delight. Hooking his thumbs on my ass he pried my ass and pussy wide before driving his cock into me. Deeper and deeper his thick shaft pushed inside my pussy filling me with hot hard cock.

"Oooohhh god, you're soooo big," I gasped breathlessly as Mason finally buried his entire cock right up to the balls inside me.

"And you're so hot and tight," he replied giving me a smack on the ass, "Goddamn you feel good babydoll."

He then started moving his hips in wonderful little circles stirring my sex with his huge cock. I swear he must have been hung like a horse because I felt absolutely stuffed. When Mason began to slowly, gently sawing his big monster in and out of my pussy I moaned hotly and begged him to fuck me. Happy to please Mason increased the speed and depth of his thrusts gradually going faster, deeper, and harder. Before long he was pounding the hell out of me and slamming every inch of his massive cock into my sex. I had to hang onto the edge of the tub for dear life as he fucked me furiously. The water was sloshing, the wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the night air, and when I started cumming I'm sure my cries could be heard five houses down.

As my blinding orgasm passed Mason slowed his thrusts and then slipped his cock right out of my pussy. He then maneuvered me around so that I was sitting on the edge of the hot tub and facing him. Moving between my thighs he slid his cock right back inside me and threw my legs around his waist. Squeezing my tits in both hands he grinned at me and said, "You like my cock babydoll? Does that feel good inside your sweet cunt?"

"Ohhhh soooo good," I whimpered raking my fingernails over his smooth hairless chest.

Flicking his thumbs over my stiff nipples he said, "Is my cock nice and big baby?"

"Your cock is huge!" I gasped breathlessly, "Oh god, it's the biggest I've ever had!"

Giving me a hard thrust he grunted and said, "How much do you love getting fucked by my big cock? Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast or slow and deep?"

"I don't care!" I whimpered hotly, "Just fuck me!"

Mason thrust into me hard once more and said, "And where do you want my cum babydoll? Do you want me to empty my balls inside you? Or do you want me to pull out and cum all over these sweet luscious tits of yours?"

Desperately needing him to fuck me I pleaded, "Oh god! Cum wherever you want! Cum on my tits, on my face, on my ass, or deep inside me! I don't care! Just fuck me you bastard!"

"Maybe I'll cum in all those places," he replied while teasingly grinding his cock inside me, "First I'll cum on your tits and then I'll shoot my next load all over that pretty face. Then I'll dump a load on that hot ass of yours before spending the rest of the night pumping your hot cunt full of my hot cream. How does that sound babydoll? Think you can handle that much fucking?"

Too hot to talk I just nodded and kissed him hard on the mouth. As my tongue dove into his mouth Mason began to pump his hips driving his big cock into me with slow but deep thrusts. Digging my nails into the back of his shoulders I encouraged him to fuck me harder and faster. Just like before he took his sweet time building up speed but eventually he was fucking me with every inch of his cock and with as much force as he could summon up. It was incredible and when he lowered his head to my breasts and started sucking my nipples I exploded in a massive climax. A second whopper of an orgasm followed right afterwards drenching Mason's cock and balls with my wetness.

I was well on my way to a third climax when Mason grunted that he was finally about to cum. He slammed into me hard a few more times and then true to his word whipped his cock out of my sex and shot his load all over my tits. Pumping his cock in his fist Mason unleashed at least a dozen big thick streamers of jizz. It erupted from his cock in long arcs and splashed warm and wet across the tops of my boobs. Before he wiped the last creamy drop from the end of his cock and slumped back into the water my skin was covered with thick sticky puddles and streaks.

Rubbing that sticky white mess all over my chest and breasts I groaned and said, "Ohhhh my god! I am so glad you stopped by Mason!"

"Those were the best wrong directions I've ever had," he agreed with a grin, "Do you mind if I keep your address in my phone?"

"Not at all," I purred sinking down under the water, "But didn't you say your phone was dead?"

With a sheepish grin he confessed, "Um, yeah. About that. I kinda lied. To be honest I just wanted an excuse to come in and have another look at you in that sexy bikini."

"And seducing me? Was that part of your master plan too?" I asked with a smile.

"Nope, but that was definitely an added bonus," he grinned, "To be honest I didn't think I had a chance."

"Yeah, I can see why," I said sliding over and sitting in his lap, "I mean why on earth would I ever want to have hot sex with a gorgeous young stud like you?"

Mason laughed as he snaked one arm around my back and cupping one of my breasts he said, "I meant because you're a married woman."

"Oh. To be honest I'm a little shocked myself," I confessed as he lightly tweaked my nipple, "I've never cheated on my husband before."

"And did you like it?" Mason asked grinning wickedly.

Smiling I nodded and said, "I loved it!"

"Wanna cheat on him again?" he asked slipping his other hand between my legs.

Parting my thighs I let out a little groan as his fingers stroked my sex and reignited the fire. Looking him right in the eyes I said, "And again and again for as many times as you can!"

Mason kissed again driving his tongue into my mouth as his finger slipped into my pussy. Squirming and groaning I wriggled my ass against his cock which was already starting to stiffen. After a few minutes of that Mason scooped me up in his strong arms and literally carried me out of the tub and into the house. Dripping water the entire way Mason carried me through the kitchen me to the living room where he laid me down on the rug in front of the fireplace. He then got up and flipped the switch making the fireplace roar to life.

Sitting up I fixed my eyes on his prodigious boner and said, "Mmmm, so that's the big hard cock that made me cum so hard. Come here and let me suck that big stiff cock of yours."

Mason stepped right up to where I was kneeling and almost hit me in the face with the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It jutted from his crotch like a nine inch monument to sexual pleasure. The shaft was wet and glistening from the hot tub and smooth as polished marble with a big mushroom shaped head on top. Below hung two big fat balls and his entire crotch was shaved completely bald. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

"No wonder you felt so huge inside me," I gasped holding him in one hand and feeling the weight of his balls with the other, "You're hung like a horse!"

Grinning down at me he ran a hand through my hair and gently pushed his cock towards my face. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he wanted and I was more than happy to give it. Parting my lips I swirled my tongue around the velvety tip and then slipped his delicious cockhead into my mouth. Holding him there I gently sucked while fondling his balls and pumping his thick shaft in my fist. Mason groaned with delight and pushed his hips forward to ease more of his cock between my lips. Taking the hint I started bobbing my head back and forth taking three or four inches of his massive hardon with every stroke.

It had been so long since I'd been in a sixty-nine that I forgot how much I loved it. As far as I'm concerned there's nothing better than getting eaten out while sucking a big stiff cock. Mason's hands fondled and caressed my ass while his tongue ran laps all over my dripping pussy. His magical mouth worked on my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of my sex. At the other end I was giving him the sluttiest blowjob of all time, noisily sucking and slurping his cock with unbridled enthusiasm. Then from out of the blue Mason shocked me by inserting a moistened finger into my asshole which was a first. I mean, I nearly jumped through the roof at first but then it started feeling really good, like the cherry on top of a really good sundae. It wasn't long before I was pouring my pleasure all over his face and having one whopper of an orgasm.

When I could finally see and think straight again I was on my back and Mason, that virile young stallion, was eagerly mounting me. With a lusty groan he eased his big cock into my pussy and with one hard thrust buried himself inside me right up to the balls. Throwing my body against his I urged him to fuck me as hard and as deep as he could. He certainly didn't disappoint and gave me the most thoroughly phenomenal fucking of my life. Completely losing ourselves in the white hot lust of the moment we fucked each other senseless. Everything was perfect, from the way he touched me and kissed me to the way we easily changed positions. We went from missionary to me on top to doggy style and back to missionary all seamlessly like we'd been lovers for years instead of hours.

Two times Mason climaxed deep inside me, flooding my sex with his hot cum as we fucked on the floor in front of the fireplace. The first time he kept his hardon and continued fucking me without missing a beat. The second was too much and I climaxed right along with him before we both collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs. It took us several minutes to just catch out breath and come down from the amazing sexual high we'd been riding, but eventually we put out the fire and went upstairs to my bedroom.

There we took a long hot shower together to wash away all the sweat and cum. It might have been a little too hot and a little too long because by the time we got out Mason was sporting yet another hardon. Not wanting to let it go to waste we slipped into bed and made slow passionate love for another hour before we were both finally completely spent.

Mason ended up staying the entire weekend. Between Saturday morning and late Sunday night I put on a robe when the pizza delivery boy showed up but otherwise I was naked the entire time. And the sex! Oh my god did we ever fuck! Insatiable barely begins to describe us that weekend. The two of us were like rabbits on Viagra. We fucked in just about every room of the house and on almost every piece of furniture from the kitchen table to the pool table to my husband's favorite easy chair. I was so hot and bothered that I did things with Mason I'd never done with any other man. A couple of times I let him cum in my mouth and greedily swallowed every drop. Another time I actually let him lube up my ass with olive oil, extra virgin of course, and let him fuck me there. It was so dirty and sinful but somehow totally fitting. It was just that sort of weekend.