Night comes quickly in the mountains, and as the sun goes down, so does the temperature. Sgt Porter felt a chill run through his body as a cool breeze moved over his sweat soaked uniform. He was 3 days into a week long, solo Escape and Evasion exercise, part of his final exam in Pararescue training. He carried with him a 50 lb pack with his standard load of equipment and supplies, mostly medical equipment and 2 days of food, water and ammunition for his M4 carbine, blanks of course. He knew that he need to find shelter, a place he could hide out for the night because there were instructors hunting him and they knew these mountains a lot better than he did.

Despite his situation, he couldn’t forget what happened the day before. It seems almost like a dream, a memory that just couldn’t be true. He just couldn’t seem to get the image of that girl, out of his head, and he continued to relive their encounter. This was a distraction he could not afford, not here, and not now. If he got captured, he would fail and then either be recycled back to the beginning , or worse yet, be kicked out of the course entirely. That would mean six months of training down the tubes. He needed to try to force her image out of his head, and focus!!

The sound of branches breaking caused him to freeze in place. He quickly dropped down and moved, as quietly as he could, behind a large tree trunk. His senses alert, eyes scanning as he listened for noises, trying to determine in which direction the threat was, only to be surprised by the next thing he heard, a female voice. He was caught off guard, there weren’t supposed to be any female instructors out here, hunting for him, and there was no way the girl from the lake could get ahead of him. He laid there, silently listening, trying to figure out who was out there and why.

After several minutes, which seemed like hours, the sound of breaking limbs, and rustling of leaves resumed, along with the sound of a woman’s voice, closer, louder and seemingly madder than before. A long stream of expletives echoed through the woods , followed by what sounded like sobbing. There was no way this could be one of his instructors, yet he was still weary of revealing himself just yet.

He slowly raised his head, trying to see if he further identify this mystery voice. But the ground cover was just too thick for him to see through, his was gonna have raise himself a bit higher, further risking exposure, but by now curiosity was killing him. So moving as slowly and quietly as he could, he raised up into a kneeling position, and inch, by painful inch he began to move around the tree, that he had been hiding behind, until he saw movement. Once again, freezing in place, his eyes locked on the area of movement, he scrutinized every branch, every leaf, listening to every sound, until unknown intruder was located.

There she stood, about 20 feet from where his position behind the tree. She was wearing a green t-shirt, her pack straps stretching the thin fabric, tight over a pair of full, and seemingly firm breasts. Yep, most definitely a woman, there was no doubt about that now…Her dark hair was covered by an old baseball cap, a long ponytail sticking out the back. Her face was covered with smudges of dirt and sweat, and also showed the angry red streaks of several scratches, but still her beauty showed through. Her eyes appeared red and somewhat puffy, like she had been crying, and the vertical streaks through the dirt on her face only confirmed this suspicion…No this was no SERE instructor, though it still might be a trap!!

He silently slipped off his ruck, hiding it and his weapon in the underbrush before setting out. Moving with stealth, he circled around, so that he could approach her from behind, hoping to get as close as possible before she could sound an alarm. If she was part of a trap set by his instructors, he wanted to be prepared silence her before it could be sprung.

Slipping up behind her, he couldn’t help but notice, how firm and round her ass was, her shorts barely covering it. It was obvious that she was either wearing a thong, or better yet, nothing underneath. Her legs were log, shapely, even muscular, and like her beautiful face, they too were covered in sweat, dirt, and crisscrossed with scratches. He suddenly realized that he had stopped moving, standing there, almost as if he were in a trance, captivated by her. Damn!!…he thought I must either be very tired, very horny, or both.

Regaining his senses, he resumed his stalk, crouching down, moving as quickly and quietly as he could, until he was with in a arms length. Then in one smooth, lightning quick movement, he lunged forward. Taking hold of the woman, his right hand quickly cover her mouth, stifling a frighten scream, his left arm holding tight around her waist as she began to flail around, trying to escape. Her pack making it hard to hold on to her as she fought him, it’s rough fabric feeling like sandpaper against his face. She’s a lot stronger that she looked!!.

Getting as close to her ear as he could, he tells her…”Relax, I’m şişli escort not gonna hurt you…Just RELAX…and stop moving!!…

Her struggling abates some, as he continues to reassure her that he means her no harm. Imploring her to just calm down and not to cry out…She continues to calm down, but remains on guard.

OK…now just remain calm…My name is Robert Porter, I’m with the Air Force, and I mean you no harm…I’m participating in a survival exercise, and just didn’t want you to scream when you saw me…OK????

She stared at him, dirty, sweaty, face covered in green and black make-up…Her heart racing, every instinct telling her to run away screaming, but something about him made her want to trust him, to hear him out..

Several long silent minutes passed as they just stood there, staring at each other. He was starting to relax some, feeling that he had gotten through to her…and hoping she wasn’t part of some trap.

“I’m sorry…I had to make sure that you weren’t part of a trap set by my instructors, I didn’t mean to scare you, just keep you from yelling out and alerting anyone who’s looking for me…Are you ok?

Her heart still racing, she had to catch her breath before she could reply…”You scare the shit outta me, what the fuck were you thinking, sneaking up on someone like that!!…Your lucky I don’t scream my head of right now, letting the whole world know where you are…fucking asshole!!

Feeling ashamed of what he just put her through, he exhaled deeply, hanging his head…” Your right, and if you want to scream out, go right ahead, I deserve to be caught for what I just did…But please hear me out first.

Suddenly, she felt sorry for yelling at him…though she didn’t know why…” Go ahead, though I doubt you can say anything that could justify what you just did to me”…

“I know, and again I apologize, but like I said, I’m out here as part of a survival exercise, and I’ve been out here for 4 days now, hiding and evading my instructors, who’s job is to capture me. If that happens, I fail. If I fail I either have to retake the entire course over or be sent back to my unit and give up on becoming a ‘PJ”…So you see why I was being a bit overzealous in my attempt to prevent you from crying out…Probably should have thought it through some more.”

Her feelings starting to shift from anger and fear, to sympathy and pity, but not willing to show him that she was succumbing to his charms…”your damn right you should have though it through…Did it ever occur to you to just come out and introduce yourself????…And what the hell is a “PJ”????

He lowered himself ,taking a seat on the cool damp ground, he began to chuckle…He couldn’t help himself…she was right…again…”You’ve got me there.”.

“Oh and PJ is short hand for Pararescue, which is an Air Force Search and Rescue Expert. It’s one of the most elite units in the military and it’s been a dream of mine for years to become one.”

Her heart seemed to skip a beat, and a lump formed in her throat, as she started to feel sorry for this man, who moments before had nearly given her a heart attack…”Ummmmm…well wasn’t too bad, I mean…it was kind of a rush…you know…It’s not like you were a knife wielding maniac or something…Hope I didn’t hurt you.”

His chuckle turned into a deep full laugh, as he laid back on the ground, holding his side as the laughing soon became painful…Here is this beautiful woman, whom he practically assaulted, and she’s worried that she might have hurt him…This whole exercise has certainly been full of surprises.

“I’m sorry…I’m not laughing at you, this has just been a long four days…No, you didn’t hurt me…Did I hurt you?…Didn’t expect you to be such a handful…HEHEHE!!”

A smile broke on her beautiful face, followed by a laugh, as she collapsed to ground, as the stress of the encounter leaves her body. They both laid on the ground, laughing, gasping for breath, recovering from tense situation.

As she regained her breath, she replied to his inquiry…”No. Not at all…I’m tougher than I look.”

As they begin to recover, he once again notices the scratches on her face and legs…” I’ll be right back, I’m just going over to that tree, that’s where I left my gear”

“Ok, but I’m gonna watch every move you make.”…Trying to make it sound like a precautionary warning, but knowing deep down, she just wanted his every movement, for more personal reasons.

As he worked his way back to his hidden pack, and weapon, he found that he had to fight the urge to look back, to make sure that she was still there, and not some stress induced hallucination. Finding his gear, he slung his ruck onto his back, and pick up his weapon in as much of a non-threatening way as he could. Making his way back , he made sure to call out that he did have a gun, holding it up high, so that she could see it.

She was still sitting on the ground when he returned, looking over her legs, as if just noticing the scratches and cuts among the dirt, picking at them, trying fatih escort to clean dirt and debris from her wounds, wincing each time.

Dropping his pack and weapon as he approached her, he opened a side pouch, pulling out a green pouch with a red cross emblazoned on it. He also pulled out a green plastic canteen, and a camouflaged bandana that had been tied to one of the shoulder straps. Walking over to her…”Here let me take a look at those”…Wetting the bandana from the canteen, he began to clean the dirt from her long, smooth legs, trying to remain professional about it…but knowing he was gonna fail. Her legs were smooth and firm beneath his touch, he could feel a stirring in his pants as she opened her thighs , giving him an unobstructed view of her crotch. Her tight shorts forming to and separating her . Although her shorts were almost skin tight, the leg openings were still loose, allowing him to see enough to determine that was not wearing any panties.

Clearing his throat…” So…what’s your name?”

A smile again crossed her face…”It’s Wendy.”…The sensation of his strong, firm hands moving up and down her legs was amazing. Without even realizing she had done so, a slight moan escaped her lips, and her legs parted slightly, supposedly to allow him to clean and treat her injuries…but she knew better.

“Well Wendy , in case you didn’t catch it earlier…I’m Robert.”

“Nice to meet you Robert…You seem to know what you’re doing, clean many omen’s legs before?…she asks with a slight laugh.

Grinning, as he continues to clean the scratches and cuts on her legs…”Not as many as you would think…Actually I’m a paramedic…It’s part of that PJ thing I was telling you about”

“Ohhhhh…ok…that’s cool”

As he examined her injuries, none of which seemed very serious, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful her legs were, especially this close …

“So Wendy…what are you doing out here…your way off of any of the trails?”

Her expression changed to that of embarrassment as she explained how she had left the trail in order to get a better picture of some deer that she had seen, and become turned around, and lost sight of the trail. She began to wander around, thinking she would come across the trail, but after a couple of hours, of crashing through the woods, she had become hopelessly lost, And then some guy jumps out of the woods, scaring the crap outta her…They both begin to laugh again.

As he continued to clean the dirt from her upper legs, his hands would brush her crotch, and his finger would slip inside the leg openings of her shorts…She fought to stifle the moans of pleasure that these actions elicited. She merely closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention, hoping he wouldn’t notice his effect on her.

His moth began to water, and his left pants leg had become uncomfortably tighter as he continue to clean and treat her legs…Clearing his throat as he shifted positions, hoping she wouldn’t notice the bulge forming in his pants…”Now…ummm…how bout you let me take a look at those scratches on your face?”

His question broke her out of her revelry, and it took her a moment to realize that he was talking to her…” Oh…ahhh…yeah… sure.”…Sitting up and leaning forward so that he could get a better look, trying to hide her embarrassment.

As he leaned in to wipe away the dirt on her gorgeous face , his hand brush against a full and very firm breast, his cock seemed to get even harder. Taking a deep breath, as he tried to calm his excitement, he began to clean away the smudges of dirt, and examine the cuts and scratches, that marred, her otherwise perfect complexion. His eyes met hers, he found himself, staring deeply into a pair of beautiful brown eyes, mesmerized by them, as all other thoughts vanished from his mind.

She too fell under a spell of as she gazed deeply into his dark green eyes, time loosing all meaning, and all thoughts evaporated as her entire world existed within his gaze. In that moment he ceased being some stranger who jumped out of the woods and grabbed her, and became the center of her universe.

As his hand touched the smooth, soft flesh of her cheek, her head tilted and she leaned closer to to him. Their lips touched, lightly, tentative, almost imperceptibly, at first, but quickly turned to a very passionate kiss, as their yearnings were unleashed. Their tongues intertwined, as hands began to explore. She reveled in feeling his strong back muscles move and undulate under her touch, as pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, forcing him to break off the kiss and sit up, so as to full remove it. Her hands then began to move over his torso, as she took in his sculpted chest, and rippled abs. She could feel her own excitement building , as her pussy became even wetter.

After removing his t-shirt, he remained sitting up, as he looked down upon this amazing beauty. With her legs around his waist, her could feel her wetness soaking through the fabric of her shorts, and his pants as she began ti grind against his now avcılar escort obvious erection. Reaching down and taking hold of her shirt, he began to pull it up, exposing her full, firm breasts, held in place by a a thin lace demi-bra, which to his good fortune had a front clasp, which he quickly and expertly unfastened, freeing her soft round mounds.

Leaning down he takes her left breast into his hungry mouth, her nipple hard and erect, pressing against his tongue, as he consumes her fleshy mound. He feels her arching her back, pressing her breast harder against his mouth, as she grinds her crotch against him, loud moans now emanate from her lips . His right hand sliding down over her stomach on it’s way to her shorts, which he swiftly unfastened, allowing his fingers to move on to their main objective…her tight, wet pussy.

Shivers ran through her body as his fingers began to rub her clit. Reaching up, and pulling his face back down to hers, kissing his lips, feeling his tongue in her mouth, she began to suck on his wandering mouth muscle. Her free hand joining his within the confines of her shorts, encouraging and guiding his fingers as they continued to stroke and explore her wet pussy. Her hand shifted further down, finding the bulge in his pants. She began to rub and caress it through the thick fabric of his uniform pants. Although his moans attested to how good it felt to him, it wasn’t good enough for her. Ceasing her ministrations to his bulge, she quickly located his belt, a webbed fabric which fed through a metal buckle Reaching down with her other hand, she tugged and pulled at the thick webbing, until it came loose of the strange buckle.

Next , she began to undo the multiple buttons holding his pants closed, keeping her form her prize. Again, she pulled and yanked, working each button loose, only to find yet another pesky fastener. As she unfastens the last button…finally!!…she immediately reaches into his pants, and quickly locates the object of her desire, freeing it from it’s cloth prison. She was overcome by how his swollen, throbbing member felt in her grasp. How it pulsed in her hands, as she wrapped her fingers around its ample girth. Rubbing her palm over its full, smooth bulbous head, eliciting a deep guttural groan from him.

The sensation of her warm hand taking hold of him, sent waves of pleasure through his body, as a shiver ran through him, a loud moan escaped from his lips. Her hands began to stroke his throbbing member, as he slipped his fingers deeper into her wet slit, they shuddered in unison as mutual pleasure is both given and taken. Bring his now wet digits to his mouth, so that he could taste her. She raised her head to his, and opened her mouth, wanting him to share the taste of her nectar. They licked and sucked his fingers clean, followed by another deep, passionate kiss.

His hands moved to her waist, taking hold of the waist band of her shorts, he began to pull them down her long, shapely legs. Shifting back as he worked to remove her shorts, struggling to get them off over her hiking boots,, and then tossing them aside once he had succeeded. He paused for a moment, taking in the view of this stunning beauty, who laid naked before him, with desire in her eyes. The sight of her smooth, glistening pussy, making his mouth water, as it beckoned him. Lifting her left leg, he began to kiss his way back up to her, making sure to linger as he reached her upper thigh. Her scent became overwhelming as he got closer and closer. Her clit, fully erect, her labia, distended swollen with blood, as moisture seeped from between, running down to her ass. His hunger grew as his mouth neared it’s next meal.

Her body ached with desire, yearning to feel him inside her. His lips, soft and enticing as he worked his way up her leg. Each kiss sending another wave through her. And as kiss brought his mouth closer and closer to her cunt, which now burned with desire, she could barely control herself. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to push him down, and to take him fully inside, but she resisted, awaiting his next move. She didn’t have to wait long, as she felt his lips surround and begin to suckle upon her now very sensitive clit, causing her to throw her head back, as she arched up to meet him, pressing hard against his mouth.

Almost as soon as his lips touched her, he felt her hips begin to buck as she pressed her pussy into his mouth. He began to suck, and nibble upon the small, erect tab of flesh, sending her into spasms, with squeals of pleasure. Running his tongue up and down the length of her, now soaking slit, slipping it between her lips, as he lapped up her nectar. Feeling her hands now resting on the back of his head as she pressed his mouth even harder upon her pussy. Her legs coming together on either side, clamping him in place, as he drove his tongue deeper into her tight cunny. Struggling to breath, he continued feast upon her, juices flowing freely, filling his mouth,and nose, running down his chin, soaking into the ground beneath. Her squeals turned to pleading, and then to gasps as she struggled to catch her breath. He felt her body stiffen, followed by a series of convulsions, her pussy bucking against his mouth, nearly breaking his nose with it’s violent and sudden movements, yet he continued to consume her.

Stepping off the plane in New York, I took a deep breath and looked around for Gabriel. He’d said that he’d meet me, but that he might be a little bit late. I was nervous in the crush of people, there were more people within my line of sight right now than I normally interacted with in a week. For a minute, I considered turning around and getting back on the plane.

Then I saw him. He was standing off to the side, just watching me. Our eyes met, and he smiled. God what a deliciously evil grin he had! He was as beautiful as his pictures had promised. His broad shoulders filling out his t-shirt, his baggy jeans sitting low on his hips. He was leaning against a wall, thumbs hooked in his pockets, looking so relaxed it was sinful. And that grin…

I walked toward him, and he met me halfway. When we reached each other, he grabbed me, pulling me into an embrace as his mouth came down to crush mine. I kissed him back, shocked that after all the time we’d spent talking online, we were here, in the flesh, and it felt so good. He ran his hands down my back, cupping my ass. He moaned when he discovered I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I felt him harden against me and nipped his neck.

He pushed me toward the baggage claim, grabbed my bag the second I pointed it out, and practically dragged me toward the taxi waiting area. He flagged down a cab, threw my bag into the trunk and helped me inside. After giving the driver an address, he turned to me, pulling me into his lap.

He kissed me again, almost violent in his technique. I fisted my hands in his hair and kissed him back with the same intensity. His hands traveled down my body, cupping my breasts, squeezing them, and pinching my nipples. I moaned, arching against him, pressing my tits into his hands. One hand moved lower, spreading my legs, lightly teasing the inside of my thighs.

I kissed my way down his neck, nipping him and then soothing with my tongue. The taste of his skin was driving me wild. He spread my pussy, his fingers sliding through the wetness and pinching my clit. Moaning against his throat, I lifted my hips, asking wordlessly for more.

He thrust two fingers into me, his thumb pressing against my clit. I bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out. He whispered to me, “You’re mine. This cunt is mine. I’m going to take all of you.” He was thrusting his fingers in and out of me, to punctuate his words. He unbuttoned my shirt, “These tits are mine.” He pinched my nipple. Withdrawing his fingers, he pressed them to my ass. “This ass is mine.”

My eyes were closed, my body tensing. His words, as much as his actions, taking me nearer and nearer the edge of the abyss. esenler escort He leaned down, taking my nipple in his mouth, biting it. His fingers attacking my pussy again. My body tightened, my pussy clenching around his fingers, nearly holding them immobile. I screamed as I came.

The taxi driver swerved when I screamed. Gabriel and I laughed, my head nestled on his shoulder. He withdrew his fingers from me, lifting them to my lips. I softly licked and sucked his fingers clean, grazing them with my teeth, treating them as I would a cock. I felt his cock throb against my ass, and I pressed down against him. He groaned.

Moving around, I straddled him, my skirt hiked up around my hips. I bent down and kissed him, offering him the taste of my pussy on my lips. I ground against him, teasing him with the heat of my pussy. Our tongues moving in and out of each other’s mouths as we wished our bodies were moving together. His hands were on my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. I raked my fingers down his chest, pinching his nipples. He was growling deep in his throat, speaking of an animal need that I completely understood.

The taxi pulled up outside his apartment, and the driver turned in his seat, watching us. It took us awhile to realize the car was no longer moving. With a final kiss, we moved apart, straightening our clothes and then climbing from the cab. Gabriel paid the driver, grabbed my bag from the trunk, and motioned me ahead of him into the building. He hadn’t spoken and his jaw was clenched.

I walked in ahead of him, up the stairs to the door he indicated. He unlocked the door, pushing it open and motioning me inside. He followed me in and dropped my bag on the floor. “Eli.” He growled. I turned to him, and the look on his face stopped me in my tracks. The lust in his eyes was so intense, it bordered on violence. He was trembling as he reached for his zipper. He kicked the door closed, moving toward me as he unfastened his jeans and let them drop. My gaze was locked on his cock. I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting him.

When he was standing in front of me, he lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. “On your knees.” His voice still bordered on a growl, and I knew there was to be no hesitation. I sank to my knees in front of him, reaching for the waistband of his boxer briefs, and slowly pulling them down to his ankles. He stepped from them and I took his cock in my hand. Stroking him slowly, I looked up at him. Our eyes met, and I touched the head of his cock with my tongue. Teasing him with my mouth and hand, loving the responses playing across his face.

He atakent escort dropped his hands, resting them on my head as I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking on his head, my tongue still flicking the tip, teasing his hole as precum began to flow from it. Moaning when I finally tasted him, so much better than I had imagined during all those late nights spent cybering.

I pushed him toward a chair, following on my knees, my mouth still on his cock. He slowly sat down on the edge of the seat, with me kneeling between his legs. I pushed them farther apart and licked and nibbled my way down the length of his shaft. When I reached the base, I licked his balls, lightly sucking them into my mouth, rolling them with my tongue. He lifted his hips, spreading his legs farther apart. My tongue flicked out, barely touching his asshole. His cock jumped and throbbed in my hand. He growled out “Oh yes, you bitch, tongue my ass.” I licked and teased his ass, loving his reaction.

Working my way back up his cock, using my teeth and tongue, I sucked the head into my mouth and took him in slowly. I swallowed as he reached the back of my throat, taking him deeper. I began slowly fucking his cock with my mouth. His hands grasped the sides of my head, following my rhythm.

I pressed a finger against his ass, easing it into him. With a near scream, his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling it as he forced my mouth harder onto his cock. Making me take him deeper, fucking my face with that hard, throbbing, dripping cock. I moaned, nearly cumming from the pleasure of his cock in my mouth. Of the slight pain as he pulled my hair… I moved my finger in and out of his ass, my head moving up and down on his cock, him directing my rhythm.

Suddenly pushing my head away from him, he stood up, pulling me to my feet. He turned me around and shoved me across the studio, and to the bed. With a hard shove, I fell to the bed, my pussy and ass exposed as they hung off the edge. He knelt behind me, spreading my ass with his hands, no pretense at being gentle. He attacked me with his mouth, his tongue and teeth moving from my clit to my ass. He teased and pleasured and tortured me until I was quaking with the need to cum.

Finally, finally, he stood behind me, encouraging me to my hands and knees. Holding my hips, he thrust into me, stretching and filling me in one stroke. He pounded me relentlessly, his voice sending chills through my body… “Take it, bitch… you’re my whore… fuck you fuck you fuck you…” He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back, making me scream. “Do you hear me?”

“YES beykent escort YES YES… FUCK ME… USE ME… “

I was practically sobbing with the need for release, knowing that I couldn’t cum yet, that he would want me to wait, to prolong the sensation.

Slowing down, he pulled back, almost completely withdrawing from my body. Very slowly, he buried himself all the way inside of me again. His hold on my hair relaxed. Just as I began to wonder what was happening… Suddenly, *SLAP*… his hand connected with my ass. “You’re a dirty, naughty little slut” *SLAP* “Dirty” *SLAP* “Naughty” *SLAP* “WHORE”. With every smack, my pussy clenched around his cock. He was driving me to the edge and he knew it.

I felt him lean slightly to the side, saw him open a drawer in a table. He pulled out a small tube, and straightened. His hands gently caressed my ass, soothing the stinging flesh, as he continued thrusting into me. I felt something cold sliding down my crack. His fingers followed it, working the liquid gently around and into my ass hole. He worked two fingers in, very slowly fucking my ass. His cock buried deep in my pussy, throbbing, but not moving. “I’m taking you ass next, Bitch. Are you ready?”

I moaned, unable to answer. He smacked my ass again. Hard. I screamed, tears running down my face.

“I said, ‘Are you ready?’! Answer me Whore! Beg me to fuck your ass, or this stops now.”

I didn’t want him to stop. Needed him to continue with this delicious torture. Taking a deep breath, I spoke as quickly as possible. “Yes, I’m ready! Fuck my ass, fuck me fuck me fuck me…”

He laughed and brought his hand down on my ass again. “Dirty Slut.” He pulled out of me. I felt more lube on my ass, then the head of his cock at the opening. “You’re going to love this.” He growled.

His fingers dug into my hips as he drove forward, burying his cock in my ass in one hard, fast stroke. He began pumping furiously into my ass, his nails leaving red divots in my skin as he pulled my hips toward him. “What a tight little ass, you have Slut. I’m going to fill it with cum.”

I moaned, practically sobbing with the need to cum. His cock was stretching my ass beyond anything I’d experienced, and I was in heaven. The feel of his cock throbbing in my ass made me ache with the need for release. “Please…” I whimpered.

He growled, thrusting deep into me a few more times. Then he drove into me, practically flattening me on the bed. I felt his cock swell, his balls throbbing against my pussy. I fell over, into the abyss… cumming harder than I ever had. My entire body trembling, screaming like an animal. At the same time, his cum exploded into my ass and he collapsed onto my back. My ass clenched around his cock, milking it dry.

He nipped my neck, licked the sweat from it. Running his fingers gently through my hair, he whispered “You’re so good baby, so good.” He rolled off of me, pulling me into a spoon position. I smiled and fell asleep, Gabriel still inside of me.

This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. I’m sure I’ll get better with each story.

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The hotel lobby was well lit, but still maintained something of an exciting, romantic atmosphere. At least that was how it seemed to N and J as they were waiting for the stranger who was going to help them fulfill a ling anticipated fantasy. They were both already very aroused, having only just finished fucking for the third time that day a few minutes ago. For the past few months they had both been in a state of continual horniness thinking about this fantasy. Now that it was about to happen they were both so excited that they were almost shaking with anticipation.

The first time they had fucked that day was when they awoke; realizing that today was the day they were finally going to go through with it. The second time was when they had checked into the hotel room. Even thought they had only traveled a few kilometers to get here, they were both eager to get out of their travelers clothes and into something more comfortable. Seeing each other naked and in the room where their fantasy was going to come true they couldn’t help but fuck. Then when they had cleaned up a little they went out for lunch, trying not to think about tonight’s activities for some time. After a light lunch at a nearby restaurant followed by drinks at the hotel bar they returned to their room to change into the clothes they were going to war, and take off, during the night’s pleasure they fucked again.

By the time they were waiting for their guest in the hotel lobby N was sure that after cumming in his wife’s pussy three times already he would be able to last for a respectable amount of time. And J was riding on a wave of constant pleasure after having a cock cum inside her pussy three times already that day. She was happily aware that there would be much more cum over the course of the night if everything worked out as they had planned.

It had started out as a joke here and there. Then it turned into sexy talk to get her excited. But after a few times they both had wanted to try; a threesome with another guy. Just the thought of it was enough to make J’s pussy wet and N spent most of his time trying not to think about it so that he wouldn’t walk around with a hard cock all day. That wouldn’t do at work.

Every time after they would fuck, fantasizing that there was another cock to suck and fuck, they would always assume that this was just something that belonged in the realm of fantasy. After they had fucked N wasn’t sure if he could handle the idea of his wife enjoying another man. In his fantasy, at least in the beginning, the other guy was just another copy of himself. Which guy wouldn’t like two dicks to be able to give his wife cock at both ends? But after this had become the usual fantasy for fucking they both started to become more comfortable with the idea of her enjoying two cocks at the same time. Then one night after she had enjoyed her third orgasm of the night she asked N if he could handle her being with another guy. Sure, he thought. As long as there şirinevler escort was no kissing and he was there to watch and join in. She would just be using him as a sex toy and the thought of her being extraordinarily aroused made him even more horny. He was confident enough in himself and his body that the thought of him and his wife seeing another naked man was no threat to him.

So after they had decided to g through with it N found a site online where people who were looking for this type of thing could find each other. That is where they found Brian. Brian was five and a half feet tall, just a little shorter than her husband. He had a flat stomach, a muscular build, but not overly so like a body builder. His cock, as they had seen from the pictures he sent, was about the same as her husband’s; circumcised and hard. The difference was in the amount of hair. Brian has close cropped pubic hair while N regularly shaved his. J had enjoyed looking at the pictures of his cock while N fucked her from behind.

The arrangements were made and ground rules set. No kissing, no slapping, and if anyone wanted to call it quits, it was to stop. Both J and J were determined that if anyone called it quits it wouldn’t be them. They were both eager to see this through to the sloppy, messy, erotic end.

That is what lead up to N and J sitting at a corner table in the bar of the hotel. They were out of the way enough that they weren’t the center of attention and they could watch people coming and going, waiting for Brian to arrive. J was wearing a red dress that showed a lot of cleavage and barely covered her butt. When she bent over anyone lucky enough to be in sight got a perfect view of her wet, well fucked pussy. N was wearing baggy slacks which didn’t do anything to hide the bulge in his pants that was made by the anticipation of his wife being shared between two cocks. Then they saw Brian walk in. J got his attention by waving him over. He sat down on the bench seat beside J. J was between N and Brian, right where both of the men could get their hands onto J, between her legs, and fingers into her wet pussy. At first Brian was a little hesitant. He had said that this was the first time he had ever done anything like this. J looked at N with a questioning look that was asking for permission. N just smiled and gave a little nod.

As they were going through the casual chat, where do you come from? Are you as excited as we are? J was rubbing her hand up Brian’s leg. She smiled wickedly to her husband after her fingers had run up the length of the outline of Brian’s hard cock. The look on Brian’s face was something of erotic anticipation N suggested that they all should go upstairs to their room so that they could get more comfortable. They stood up and walked out. Both N and Brian holding were holding J’s hands like they were all old friends.

As the elevator doors closed behind them J turned her back to N and he held her from behind and began to grind his hard cock into her beautiful round butt. His hands were squeezing J’s topkapı escort nipples as Brian looked on with a smile that suggested he wasn’t sure where he was supposed to fit in here. That was when J reached out for a better feel of Brian’s cock. One of her hands found its way down to his balls while the other stroked the length of his cock from the outside of his pants. Before they could get any further into each other the bell for the door rang as the lift opened onto their floor. They quickly walked to tie room door and N fumbled for the key card. All three of them were eager to get inside and get each other’s clothes off. In the brief time that it took for N to slip the key card into the holder and the lights and air conditioner to turn on J and Brian were already standing by the bed. J had undone his pants and had his hard pulsating cock in her hand. The thought of that hard cock being in her mouth and in her pussy was enough to give her the first orgasm since the three of them had entered the room. N walked up behind J and undid the string that was holding her dress on. With just a pull of the cord he let her red dress slip to the ground, reveling J in all her erotic splendor to Brian. J’s eyes widened as she felt his cock get even harder in her hand as he gazed at her glorious tits. Brian slipped out of his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. N quickly took off his clothes as well.

Brian broke free of J’s grasp long enough to sit down on the bed. J crawled from the foot of the bed to once again take Brian’s hard cock in her hand. As she stroked his cock her face moved closer and closer to Brian’s cock. One last time she looked at N to make sure he was ready to go through with this. He gave her a smile the confirmed what his cock was already telling her. N’s cock was also rock hard and starting to drip pre-cum, despite having already cum three times in his wife’s pussy that day. J opened her mouth and licked the tip of Brian’s cock. As soon as her tongue touched his cock he let out a moan of pleasure. First she just licked his cock head, then she wrapped her lips around his cock. Each time she would push her mouth down a little more onto his cock. Brian’s cock went deeper and deeper into J’s mouth as Brian’s moans of pleasure continued.

N decided that he had had enough of just watching and decided to join in. He positioned himself with his head between J’s legs so that he could get a taste of her dripping wet pussy. By now she was so horny that a mixture of cum, both his and hers, was flooding out of her pussy and N was eagerly licking. Spurred on by the moans of pleasure J was moaning with Brian’s cock in her mouth, N eagerly licked her swollen clit and her wet pussy lips.

Not wanting to cum too soon Brian feared that if J kept sucking his cock like she was he would soon come. Wanting to last longer he asked N if he could have a taste of J’s pussy too. J climbed off the bed and got back on again, this time on her hands and knees with her ass facing Brian. Brian started eagerly licking J’s pussy while he thrust çapa escort two fingers into her and rubbing her clit. As brian was enjoying the taste of J’s pussy N moved around to her head and put his cock in front of J’s face where Brian had been only moments before. J started liking N’s cock from the base all the way to the tip before he put his cock into J’s mouth. She was so excited by this stage that she took much more of N’s cock than she was usually able, even managing to get all of his cock down her throat while Brian was tonguing her pussy.

With N’s cock buried deep in her mouth J didn’t see N nod to Brian. J did notice Brian’s tongue and fingers being taken away from her pussy. But before she had a chance to turn to see what he was doing Brian had already started pushing his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She was so wet that Brian was able to slide his cock all the way into her sopping wet pussy in one stroke. At first he was fucking her with long and slow deliberate thrusts. His cock would slide all the way out before he would shove it all back into her pussy. J was in ecstasy. This was the first time that she had taken another man’s cock since before J and N were married and she was loving it. Then Brian’s fucking started to get harder and faster. With each hard thrust J would be forced down onto N’s cock. Each time Brian rammed his hard cock deep into J’s pussy she would take N’s cock deeper and deeper.

Almost ready to cum, but not wanting to stop Brian pulled out of J’s pussy. All three of them took this as an opportunity for them all the change positions. N laid down on the bed. His cock rock hard and pointing up. J climbed onto N and slid his cock into her well fucked pussy. This position always made J cum at least once and this time she came the moment N’s cock was buried deep inside her. Not wanting to be left out Brian climbed onto the bed and once again fed his cock into J’s eager mouth.

They fucked like this for a few more minutes until Brian told them he was going to cum soon. He asked J where she wanted him to cum. She answered by climbing off N’s cock and turning around so that her pussy was facing Brian’s cock. In this 69 position N’s cock was right at her mouth and she took him deep into her mouth at the same time that Brian was again thrusting deep into her pussy. J’s pussy and Brian’s cock were just centimeters away from N’s face as J was sucking on his cock. N lifted his head a little and started licking J’s clit as she was being impaled by Brian’s cock. This was just enough to push her over the edge for yet another orgasm. Her twitching pussy was all it took for Brain to pump his load of cum deep into J’s pussy. Still having haven’t cum since the three of them started fucking N kept licking and sucking on J’s clit while Brian was still deep inside J’s pussy. All this while J was still deep throating N. As he couldn’t take it any longer he exploded another load of cum, this time in her mouth.

After a short while they all disentangled from each other and showered. Brian thanked them for a great evening and walked out into the night. While they both agreed that they may never get a chance to see Brian again they would try to relive this night again. It had been the most exciting evening of pleasure either of them had experience. Maybe next time they would try another girl. But that is another story.

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Chapter 1

It was well past midnight as Mark drove home; once again his girlfriend had left him with a raging case of blue balls. He was after all eighteen; he needed something more then mild petting and a few minutes of making out. Kristen was a beautiful girl, shoulder length blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen, he just seemed to lose himself when he stared deeply into them. But she was also a good Catholic, and wanted to keep her virginity till her wedding night; aside from the obvious problem, her aforementioned good looks only made things worse.

His cock stirred as he remembered when he picked her up, dressed in a tight pair of jeans and her C-cup tits pressing against her sweater. Through the entire movie he kept trying to get a feel of her ass, or breasts, whatever happened to be exposed at the time. Sadly each attempt was met with resistance, after the first hour he simply gave up, and contented himself with watching the movie. This if course was the usual tedium, advance and be repelled. Mark was soon pulling into his driveway, trying to push the vision of his girlfriend from his mind; perhaps it was time the he simply moved on.

Walking into the house he began to wonder about finding someone else, someone that will put out. Of course he was being selfish and shallow, but he was also a teenager filled with hormones and he just wanted to fuck someone. With no one to talk to, his friends and brother asleep decided that a while in the hot tub would help ease his troubles. Pulling of his clothes as he made his way upstairs and into his room, he took a moment to admire himself in the mirror, he had taken great care to eat properly and exercise and the fruits of that labor were clearly visible. He was tall with shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes, his strong chin and broad chest of awarded him stares from a number of his female schoolmates.

Mark lived in an upper class suburban neighborhood, the average house costing close to half a million. So it could easily be said that Mark had lived a live of leisure, no doubt this was responsible for his sometimes arrogant demeanor, but he was still rather charming and funny. Much to his own surprise, and no doubt to his friends, despite his money and good looks he was still a virgin, Kristen was in fact his first and only girlfriend. Until tonight he had never even thought about leaving her, or cheating on her, it could be that he even loved her but he was not sure. Trying to push such thoughts out of his mind, he slowly eased himself into the hot water, instantly he began to feel his muscles relax and his strain melt away.

For the next half hour he drifted in and out of sleep, until his attention was drawn to the house next-door. Much like his own, it was an impressive structure, three stories high and for lack of a better word, huge. The Clarks, to whom the house belonged, were well acquainted with his own parents, being of course that they were near the same age. Also they had a daughter, Claire, in her first year of college if his memory serves, bahçelievler escort he had never bothered to talk to her instead he simply would ogle after her. He watched as a number of lights were turned on inside, with no other children or family in the area, it could only be Claire. She was a magnificent specimen, her breasts were average in size but did not droop in the least, and her long red hair and perfect ass were his favorite features. For years he had fantasized about fucking her, and ripping off her clothes and sticking his dick in her ass. But the strange thing was, she was not supposed to be home, she should have been at school. Her parents had gone on vacation, and he knew for a fact that they would never have trusted her to have the house to herself. A number of years ago they had left her home, and she had of course used the opportunity to throw a party. Unfortunately it had gotten out of hand, and her parents found out.

His curiosity getting the best of him, he gets out of the tub and grabs a towel, deciding to do a bit of investigation. Wrapping the towel around his wait, he walked toward a lighted window; casually peering inside, the possibility of getting a view of her naked had of course crossed his mind. But even in his wildest dreams would he have imagined to find her masturbating, but in fact, there she was. Dressed in bra and panties, his fingers rubbing the black silk covering her slit. The vision of her nude body causes his jaw to drop and his dick to harden, and of course another feature was added to his favorites. A cruel trick of fate is that red heads are often very light skinned, but Claire was more tan and beautiful. He watched in stunned silence as she pushed the material to the side and dipped a finger into her cunt, this was the sexiest thing he had ever seen and he had to capitalize on the situation.

Perhaps he was simply in a state of shock, but he knew what he wanted to do and would not let fear hold him back. Walked to the sliding door and quietly let himself in, Claire seemed too busy to notice, so he began to approach. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The sound of his voice brought her out of her reverie, her heart racing as she lurched to her feet, “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same except I think I have a pretty good Idea.”

“I know you, you’re the kid next door.” Surprising she seemed relieved to have identified him, and equally shocking was the way she looked at his exposed body.

“Its Mark, and you look like a slut.” He spoke so coldly, his statement finally causing her to realize her own condition. A blush spreading across her face as she reached for a blanket to cover herself, draping it over her body trying to hide herself from his gaze. “Don’t do that, I want to see your body, you have a very sexy body. I thought sluts like to be looked at, to know they make men’s dicks hard.”

Claire knew she should be offended, but it was turning her on, she was getting excited as he talked to her like this. He spoke so confidently, she felt small as he came closer and closer to her. Suddenly his hand reached out bakırköy escort and tore the blanket from her body.

“God, look how wet you are, you want me to fuck you.”

She could not find the words; she simply stood there stupidly like a deer caught in headlights. But she could not deny the effect he was having on her, her nipples were hard and pressing against her bra, and her cunt was leaking down her thigh. Mark seemed to sense her excitement, he moved in and kissed her, his tongue parting her lips and slipping into her mouth. Instinctively Claire found herself reacting, her arms wrapping around him, her fingers tracing out the muscles of his back. Just as she became lost in the passionate kiss, he pushed her back.

“Get on your knees and suck my dick.”

Without thinking she complied, she grabbed his crotch and pulled down his suit. Mark’s cock almost smacking her in the face as it sprang free, curling her fingers around the base she began to kiss the tip and the shaft. Groaning as his dick disappeared into the girl’s mouth, his fingers raked through his hair, wallowing in the feel of her expert mouth. Obviously this was not the first time she had had a cock in her mouth, not once did her teeth scrape the sensitive skin, but her tongue seemed to slide over every inch of his shaft. With her manipulation and the sheer excitement of the situation, Mark knew that he could not hold out much longer. Wishing to test the limits to which he could dominate Claire, he pulled his dick from her mouth and began to jerk off.

“Would you like my cum on your face? Do you want to be my whore?”

Everything she had ever been told said that she should be upset, that she should be angry, but she had never been so turned on in her life, “Yes! I am a slut, I am your slut.”

“God!” he screamed as he shot his load all over her face and tits, load after load splashed over her skin, the night with Kristen having stored up a good deal of semen. Finally his dick began to soften; meanwhile Claire was left drench in his cum, dripping from her hair and chin. The white cream sliding down her stomach and even falling onto the floor, Mark had never seen anything so erotic.

“Oh my God that was so incredible.” A broad smile stretched across her face as she looked up at Mark, he had almost made her orgasm from sucking his dick. She could not believe the effect his words had on her, she was no prude but she never imagined that this was the type of girl she was. It was scary to think that she actually liked to be dominated, that she craved to be abused. Her finger began to collect the gobs of semen, periodically licking her finger clean.

“Turn around and get on your hands and knees, I will make a slut out of you. Isn’t that what you want? To be my bitch, my fuck-toy?”

“Yes, so long as you fuck me, I need your cock in my pussy.”

Claire smiled before turning around, raising her ass as she waits for what is to come next. Mark was left stunned, her ass was tight and round, he had imagined it so many times but now it was presented before him. He did not care about anything except fucking her, no thought for fındıkzade escort Kristen or even Claire herself, he just wanted to sink his dick in her hot cunt.

Kneeling behind her, his fingers slipping inside the band of her panties, slowly pulling them down her ass and thighs. The smell of her sex filling his nostrils, he could not help but lean in for a lick. A shudder ripped through her as his tongue made contact with the out lips. Her reaction only fueled his lust, his tongue flicked over her lips and his hand moved up to rub her clit.

“Oh God, oh God, that is so good.”

Having enough with that he stood up, taking his cock in hand and pointing it at her tight pink hole. Deciding it might be fun to tease her a little, he begins to rub the tip up and down her slit. The poor girl only whimpers, trying desperately to push her hips back against him.

“Please don’t tease me, I need you so bad.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Oh God, I want your dick in me, I want you to fuck me hard and cum in my pussy.”

Grabbing her hips forcefully, he pushing his dick into her snatch, inch by inch sinking deeper and deeper into her. A mutual groan escaping the pair as he drives his dick into her cunt, slowly his hips begin to move, stretching the walls of her cunt. “God, you are so tight, it feels like you’re squeezing my dick.”

Mark began to lose himself as he fucker her, almost pulling out before shoving the length of his cock back into her pussy. He watched as her muscles tensed, her arms trying to hold herself up as he fucked her harder and harder. Both Mark and Claire seemed to lose all sense of themselves, while in the throws of lust they sensed only the pleasure of their coupling.

“Oh God I’m going to cum!” Unable to hold it back any longer, Mark exploded inside of Claire’s womb, filling her with his sperm. His orgasm triggered her own, her body trembled as the waves of pleasure shot through her. It seemed like eternity, both were in a haze of bliss before slowing coming to Earth. As her climax subsided, Claire found herself unable to support herself and collapsed onto the ground, and Mark went down with her.

“Mark that was the most amazing sex I have ever had.”

“Really, that was my first time.”

“You’re joking?” Claire tries to roll over but is unable, Mark still pins her to the floor. “Do you mind?” Slowly he pushes himself onto his elbows, giving her just enough room to roll over.

“You are so beautiful.”

Laughing softly, Claire runs her fingers through his hair, relishing in the feeling of his warm body pressed against her own. “Your beautiful little fuck toy?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll tell you what, tomorrow you are going to call me and ask me out on a date.” Her fingers grip a handful of his hair, and tugging it playfully, “You’re cute, so you can take me out and show me a good time and treat me respectfully, but when we get in bed I would be more then happy to be your whore.”

A look of disbelief past over Mark’s face, the true nature of what he had just done finally dawning on him, he had just cheated on Kristen. Not only that, but now Claire wanted to date him, and it must be said that he did find the possibility promising. “So you want to date a younger man?”

“Younger? I’m eighteen, and I think you are too. I just happen to be a year ahead of you.”

To be continued….

There will be more added to this Chapter, I am submitting it now only to receive feedback.

thanks to those who read part one, and to those who commented, as you can see I have cleaned up the second chapter, as well as the first chapter also, It turned out the revisions lead me to create all new chapters, so they may lead me to adding more to it, not sure yet, butfor anyone who would like to see the revised version, please just email me.

Lisa finally just lies back on the bed, and lets her eyes close, and falls asleep holding the clothes close to her that smell exactly like Steven. Before you know it, dawn is arriving and the sun is starting to come up, and this causes Lisa to stir.

She leaves the comfort of Stevens bed room, and goes out to the living room, and just shakes him gently awake, asking him if he is OK.

Steven checks the clock, and its not quite 5:30 am, but he sits up, and they begin talking about what went wrong the night before, and how they feel for each other, but Lisa knew that if she didn’t put distance between them, she would have been throwing more than glass at Steven.

Steven tried to defuse the entire situation, just by letting her know how beautiful she is, and how much it was such a surprise to see her, and he wasn’t trying to get her in the bed, but he had to acknowledge how sexy she was, and how the feelings just came back once they got back to his apartment.

They both admitted that things could have been done differently, and Lisa apologized for being such a bitch, and Steven apologized for trying to have sex with her.

The problem being is that neither one of them are dressed, so this turns out to be a volatile situation, because as they continue to talk, Lisa has taken the initiative, and curled up close to Steven, and she only has herself wrapped in a blanket, escort şişli and of course, Steven is still not wearing anything, but he did cover himself as they were talking.

Feeling Lisa laying on him causes him to stir, and instead of causing a situation, Steven decides to get up, and open the blinds and windows, just to get some circulation in the house, and Lisa could tell he was avoiding something, and as she notices his shaft getting hard,, her mouth waters, and there is no denying what is on his mind.

Steven attempts to continue his process of getting away from Lisa, but Lisa continues to notice that he is reacting to her body, and basically, her mind is racing about what she wants to do, as to whether she wants to seduce him or not.

They continue to talk about the happenings of the night before, and Lisa admits that she was hoping to find him unattached, and this registering in Steven’s mind is like a windstorm, like fireworks, but he wasn’t sure what to do with the information.

He asks her what this means, and then as he looks for more information, he goes into the kitchen to clean up dishes, and Lisa stretches out on the couch, and just crosses her legs.

Steven’s mind continues to race, and when he comes out of the kitchen, and leans up against the door frame, he just takes in the beautiful flawless woman in front of him, seeing her nipples standing at attention, and from head to toe, he doesn’t notice a blemish.

His eyes stop when he reaches hers, and they stare deeply into each others eyes, as if communicating without words, trying to see who will break first, and deciding that he has had enough, Steven breaks first.

He goes back into the kitchen and escort nişantaşı looking for something to clean, he goes for the stove, he goes for the refrigerator, and he goes for everything he can.

The key is that he saw that twinkle in her eyes, and that way she looks at him, when he knows she is planning something, but he doesn’t quite know what it is, and basically, he knows there is nothing he can do to stop it.

As he was leaving the room, he noticed her starting to go for her nipples, and twisting them to maximum hardness, as if she wanted him to notice them even more, but he is continuing to try to play hard to get.

By this time, all things from the previous night are just about forgotten, and they are just trying to see who can get the upper hand in this cat and mouse game of tag, or in this game of chess, and they continue to try to checkmate the other person.

Lisa being the one to capitalize on a situation creeps up behind him in the kitchen, wrapping her arms around him and tweaking his cock at the head to see if he reacts. Kissing him on his back, on his neck, on his ears, she knows now that she has to make her move, or else she will lose all nerve. Letting her hands travel around his ass, and kissing his back and his broad shoulders, she lets her mind go and begins to remember all of his spots.

He moans as he feels her nails on his ass, and he begins to lose all inhibitions about giving his sweet love exactly what she wants. Turning to her he kisses her lips and pinches her nipples.

“Baby I want you so much, and have waited for this moment for so long, but I want to make sure you want it as well.”

“Steven there is no doubt in my mind what I want, escort mecidiyeköy and dear darling, that is you”.

Scooping her off of her feet and carrying her into the bedroom, he notices the destruction she caused overnight. Dropping her on the bed, he begins to move a few things around just shaking his head.

They share tender caresses and he whispers to her that she had better be glad that he loves her, or else he would beat the hell out of her for the way she destroyed his room.

This stops Lisa in her tracks, and she quickly sits up to figure out what he said.

Asking him what he said, and to repeat it, she looks at him with a serious look on her face.

He says that he would beat the shit out of her if he didn’t love her so much.

She looks at him with love in her eyes, to ask, if he really loves her.

“Yes Lisa I never stopped loving you, but after seeing you last night, I realized, my love for you has taken a whole new form.”

Stepping closer to the bed, and climbing in with her they engage in a passionate yet quick kiss and cuddle next to each other.

“Stevie, I have wanted to hear that for so long, and you just don’t know, I feel like.”

She stops in the middle of her sentence and kisses him again this time with more passion, with more urgency, as he lies down and she rolls over with her breast on him. (She breaks the kiss slowly and softly.)

Taking a moment to think, and compose her thoughts, Lisa just looks at Steven and runs her fingers over his chest.

“I feel like I have more love for you, as if over time we have grown closer and as if we never left each other. I love you too Steven.”

She lays her head on his chest, and now they lay in each other’s arms with soft breaths they feel the connection of each other’s hearts, all a part of a new state of mind.

No connection to the past, no connection to the present, only looking toward the future, they move in rhythm with each other, feeling there love grow together second by second.

Saturday night … and a good friend and I had planned for some time to have dinner catered in from a local Italian restaurant, have some wine, and go through photos of our recent trip to Tuscany. The table was set, and I was looking forward to a dinner at home without having to prepare it or do the dishes. Fifteen minutes before the caterer arrived, my friend called and cancelled. We decided to reschedule for the following weekend.

Uncorking a bottle of merlot, I poured myself a glass. I swished it around and watched the sugars drip down the insides of the glass, then took a sip. I found the phone number of the caterer, but just as I went to dial and cancel, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there stood a delicious 40-something man, with a bag of groceries under one arm. He smiled at me and politely said he was here to prepare dinner. I apologized that my friend cancelled on us.

He looked me in the eye, and said, “You will not be sorry.”

I held his gaze for a moment. It was an interesting comment — something about the way he said it both intrigued me and turned me on. I noticed his hands had beautiful veins. The table was set, lots of candles were burning, wine was open… why not have a dinner for myself? Running my fingers through my long, straight blonde hair, I sipped my wine, and stepped aside.

The Chef followed me into the kitchen. Setting the groceries on the counter, he said he would be back, and left to get more from his car. I snooped halkalı escort in the grocery bag. Cream, butter, chocolate, ice cream, sugar, fresh fruit… was this to be a fondue? Where was the main course? Just then he stepped back into the kitchen. He set another bag of groceries and the cookware on the stove, then rolled up his sleeves and began washing his hands. I put on some old Van Morrison music, and sat down at the kitchen bar.

He dried his big hands, and began unpacking the groceries.

“Will you eat with me, then,” I asked, “since my friend could not be here?”

“Oh yes, we will eat this meal together.”

He stepped toward me and, without hesitation, unbuttoned my blouse. The surprise hardened my nipples. He pulled off the blouse, exposing my round breasts and lace push up bra. Reaching forward with one hand, he gently traced the outline of my left breast. I caught my breath. Next, he knelt down and traced the lips of my pussy through my jeans, slowly and gently, many times. I let him. He licked his sexy lips, watching the denim darken with my juice.

Then, he undid my belt and zipper, and slipped my jeans down, exposing the tops of my leggings, down to the tops of my boots. He stepped back and seemed to be pleased with what he saw, me there with my pants at my knees, panties wet, hands trembling, breathing heavily. He lifted me up and sat me on the stainless steel table, then slipped my pants off past my feet, folded them, merter escort and laid them neatly aside. I sat before him in nothing but leggings and boots.

“You are the main course,” he stated. “You are also the appetizer, and the dessert.”

He laid his finger over my lips as if gently warning not to speak. I swallowed hard.

“First, you must be properly prepared. Then, properly juiced… I’ll need your juices for a later course.”

He took a very warm, soft, wet washcloth and began to gently, thoroughly cleanse my body, occassionally giving me sips from my wineglass. My pussy was throbbing. He saved it for last. Slicing my panties down each side with a paring knife, he then wrapped them around the tip of his index finger, and barely dipped it in my creamy pussy, making me convulse a little. He picked up his tongs, and very gently clamped them on my pussy lips, spreading them carefully and examining every inch of me. He spread my cheeks to look deeper inside me, and reached in, barely, almost imperceptibly brushing my hole, making me suck in my breath with pleasure and cum a little.

He then ordered me to get on my hands and knees on the table, and bend forward, doggie style. My boots and thigh highs were still on, but my panties were cut off, and my hips high in the air. He laid his hand on the small of my back for a minute as if to steady me. He placed his hands on my ass cheeks, and with his thumbs, he carefully massaged olive beşiktaş escort oil into my pussy lips from behind. He circled my asshhole with his tongue, and I came involuntarily, thrusting against his face. He took my hips in his hands, and kept licking, moving down to my pussy, hungrily sucking and lapping me up for a long time, making me cum in his mouth again and again… He reached far forward and gently stroked my nipples while he ate me. I moaned loudly.

As I stay there, ass in the air, legs shaking, glistening pussy lips from the oil and my cum and his mouth, he began to rub me down all over with oil had had warmed, deeply massaging my shoulders, my thighs, my belly… he unsnapped my bra and massaged my breasts, my butt-cheeks. He did not seem to be in a hurry. He walked around and stood at the head of the table in front of me. My hands reaching forward, my head flat to the table turned to one side, he took me in and said I looked delicious. He explained that tasting the ingredients before the meal was important for the chef. As he spoke, he removed his thick, hard, clean shaven cock from behind his apron, and placed it on the table inches from my face. He rubbed oil on the swollen head, then gently traced my entire face with it. It was very sensual and I wanted it to go on. I was not disappointed.

Eventually, the Chef put his cock away and went over to the sink and washed his hands. He returned to me and helped me sit up on my bottom. He took a long look, stepped forward, cupped my naked tits in his hands, stepped back again, and said I was the most decadent ingredient.

I was still trembling a little from the licking, and I thanked him for dinner.

“Oh no, Sweetheart, that was just the preparation. Next is the appetizer.”

Author’s note: This is half of the story being told, you must read HIS SIDE if you wish to know his side of the story/account. I would GREATLY appreciate and welcome any comments on this or any of my written works, but as this is a work in progress, I greatly encourage comments (public or private) as they will help decide if I will finish this story. Thank You!

THE WEEKEND-HER SIDE

CHAPTER 1

George’s plane is landing as she approaches the exit terminal. Lyn hides near the escalators watching the line of passengers from several planes waiting on their luggage at the carousel. She spots him immediately-almost feeling his presence. She has worried he wouldn’t show though he has nothing to lose by coming, except the money for the air fare and room if she didn’t show. He stands there waiting for his bag to appear, glancing casually around for her. He isn’t a dashing young prince from a fairytale, he hasn’t lied there. He is taller than she, but only by a few inches, and his brown hair is thinning. His goatee that bolsteres her confidence, so she leans forward and lightly kisses his lips.

“Hello, Sweetheart,” George says. She begins kissing him, gently, but he drops his bag and slides his arms around her.

Lyn is startled by George’s reaction to her little kiss, though not for long. He touches his tongue to her lips and slips his arms around her. When she gives him access to her entire mouth, he claims it as his own. He is a man and she knows it. She isn’t ready to let go when she feels him start to pull back ever so slightly. When he finally releases her, she steppes back and asks, “Shall we go?”

“Sure, Baby; where did you decide you wanted esenler escort to go for supper?” He asks bending over to pick up his bag. He slips an arm around her waist and they head toward the nearest exit.

“I thought I’d let you decide that. I have a few suggestions, but no clue what you are in the mood for; past the obvious… umm… desert.” She blushes a deep crimson at her bold statement, trying to convince herself there was truth in the statement. She has never been overly confident, but especially when it comes to her body. She keeps walking and avoids his eyes as she names off the short list she has narrowed their dining options to. She finally looks at him again when he stops. She only blushes more when their eyes met, knowing she had been correct with her statement. She hurries to the truck and unlocks the doors. He holds the door for her as she slips into the driver’s seat.

Jasper’s, the restaurant George chooses, is one of the quieter ones she had put on the list. She had secretly hoped he would choose this one as it would give them a chance to chat without having to attempt to be heard over the din of a crowd. He helps her slip her jacket off and she sees that he obviously approves of her attire. She had debated the outfit, as he frequently said he liked an outfit to be either long or short. This was the shortest she had. She wasn’t hanging out of the dress, at least not until she attempted to sit, then she found she was barely sitting on her skirt. This didn’t seem to be a problem for him though. He picks up his menu and looks it over. She asks questions about his week, his kids, and comments atakent escort on her life in parallel. After the waiter takes their order, she begins to feel shy and attempts to slide her skirt lower. Then, rather suddenly, he slides his warm hand up her leg and thumps her lips. She tries not to jump or cry out as he has startled her. She looks him in the eyes and smiles, liking his naughty foreplay in the restaurant. He begins to play more, encouraged by her smile. She watches as his eyes light up when he realizes she isn’t wearing even a thong-giving him full access. He tells her she isn’t to cum until he says and she just nods, enjoying every moment of his playful exploration. He withdraws from inside her and pinches her lips together rather hard until she sits up looks him square in the eyes.

“Is that clear?” He asks a second time.

“Yes, Sir,” is all she manages to squeak out. She slides her hand to his thigh, still relishing his teasing.

“Sit still feeling shy again and not certain of what he really wants her to do, or how fast he wishes to let go again. She begins to lightly trace the head of his cock. Allowing her fingers to reach down the sides just far enough that her palm touches top of his head and then she draws them up. When he groans and kisses her deeper she grows more confident, grasping him fully around and stroking his full length. She only does this for a few moments before he moves her hand up to her nipple. When she looks at him, he answers all her questions before she can ask.

“I am about to explode again already, Baby. NO! You have not ruined anything. You are making me beykent escort the happiest man in the world!”

She grins and twists her nipple sending her rocketing back to that peak she had only just left. He kisses his way down her neck as he crawls to her side. She fears for a moment that he is going to ask her to swallow his length again when all she wants right then is to have him inside her. He surprises her by lifting her into the air. Startled, she wraps her arms around his neck hastily and in the process places a tit to his lips. He nibbles and sucks on it as he carries her the few short steps to the bed. He bites her nipple causing her to yelp as he climbs onto the bed between her legs.

“You ready, Baby? I can’t stand it any longer. I need to feel you around me; need to be buried deep inside you. It won’t be long this time, but I want you now!”

She caught him off guard and manages to roll him to his back. She straddles him, running her warm wet folds up and down his cock once, then twice. Then she can wait no longer and slams down on him hard causing them both to scream. She wastes no time with slow movements; they were ready to cum, ready and very willing. They reach their climax at the same time, neither very quiet about it either.

She starts to slip off him, but he holds her tightly to him, “I want to enjoy this feeling a little longer. Please?” She happily gives in; though not certain they will either last long if the pillows weren’t arranged a little. As if reading her mind he adjusts them to the most comfortable position.

They settle into each others arms, and she whispers thank you-thinking not of the fantastic height he had taken her to not once but twice in such a short time but of his wanting to hold her there, in that spot; wanting to feel her around him a bit longer.

“No, thank you!” He kisses her forehead and as they relax in each others arms she releases her anxieties and simply enjoys being there in his arms, soon slipping into a restful slumber.

I was waiting tables on Sunday morning, as usual, when I noticed a woman being seated with another girl and about five guys. I recognized two of the guys as regulars that always had Robert wait on them, so I wasn’t surprised when they were seated in his section.

This was Sunday Brunch at “the Street”, by the way… the “hip” Italian restaurant in the heart of the art district in Houston.

(If you were rich or gay, you were always up for brunch at ‘the Street.’) Bottomless Mimosa’s with every meal meant 100 or so intoxicated gay men roaming the area every Sunday afternoon.

Needless to say, it was a hectic morning. That didn’t stop me from pausing for just a moment to check out the eye-candy sitting down just three tables away.

I was enthralled, all while a prissy queen was at my table in front of me, saying words like “Hello?! Can I order please?” and “Waiter? Oh, you are NOT ignoring me… hello?!”

I just tuned him/her out and kept gazing at her… wild, curly brown hair pinned in a half-assed bun… a sleeveless, silken-white top that showed most of her back with a yellow summer skirt tied loosely about her hips. I guess she didn’t want her bra strap showing in the back because she opted to go braless. Not like she needed a bra! I could make out the silhouette of her breasts, and they were amazing. Her legs were like Barbie legs… long and toned and stopped right into a tight little ass….

As I tore my eyes away from her legs and up past her breasts, I discovered that she had been staring at me, too. Embarrassed at first, I quickly glanced away… but when I brought my eyes to hers again, I was surprised to see a slightly mischievous smile surface.

I couldn’t help but grin a bit myself, as this bombshell saw me practically drooling over her and liked it.

In the following 10 seconds of gazing at each other, it was like we knew each other’s life story. I could tell she was a little younger than me, (maybe early 20’s), that she was new to town (she was dressed way too vanilla for THIS crowd) and she was the only one in the building that looked like she had slept the night before. Then I realized the man she obviously came with was flamingly gay. He was stopping every gay waiter and patron that passed by, introducing himself with hugs and cheek-kisses, barely talking to her at all.

Still in our wordless, shameless stare, she saw that I noticed her neglect and gave me a look that said “Yup. In from out of town and stuck with a bunch of glamorous gay men.”

So she was available, AND (possibly) a little desperate for a straight man? I was overwhelmed with desire and anticipation. I stared deeper into her and thought, “I am going to fuck the daylights out of you.”

Her eyes widened up, a little shocked, and I thought “Uh, oh! Can she read my mind?”

She looked around a bit, saw that she was being ignored by everyone else, then fixed her eyes back on me. I locked eyes with her, smiled and let her watch as my eyes followed the line on her neck, past her cleavage and all zeytinburnu escort the way down her legs. I slowly followed her tight curves back up to her face, where I was met with a wide-eyed glare. I was a little confused, but then noticed everyone at her table was staring at me as I stood in the middle of a full section of loud tables, unable to pull myself away from soaking in the sight of their out-of-town friend.

I caught my snap and tried to focus on my customer’s in front of me, mentally catching up on the status of my other tables…

The once-noisy queen that had been trying to order had stopped yelling to get my attention. He/she was sitting there, mouth agape, staring at my crotch…

My apron was tenting just a bit! I was hard as a rock!

I wasn’t about to ask this person what he wanted to eat… I just blushed a bit and said I’d be right back. I glanced over at the cause of my distress, and discovered she and her whole table were staring at my apron tent. All the men were not staring like straight men would be…all pissed off. No, no. I could tell by their “WOOOO’s!” and statements like “Look out, girlfriend, that man just ordered YOU for lunch!”, that they were hoping some straight man would step up to the plate. THEY sure as hell weren’t going to do it.

As is my nature, I decided to make the best of this situation. I grabbed a water pitcher from the bus station and made my way to the nosey table, asking, “Anybody need any water?”

All the glasses were held up, so I started at the opposite end from my fantasy girl and leaned in. My apron-tent was right at face level between the two regulars. Their names were Nate and Mikey and they knew me too well. Nothing they could do could offend me. Every weekend these two would beg me to be gay for a day and I would lead them on until after they tipped me. It was a ritual that we all enjoyed and they were always good-natured. I figured they’d help me get into the blushing brunette at their table.

Mikey piped up first when I picked up his glass. “Hi, Lloyd! Thanks for bringing us water!” he said, as he casually rested his hand on my ass as he turned up to look at me.

“Sure thing, Mikey. Good to see you. Who’re all these people?”, only looking at the girl as I spoke.

Seeing the game I was playing…that my eyes were going to stay obliviously glued to her, Nate and Mikey started closely inspecting my apron tent… Mikey lifted my apron so that the whole table could see the outline of my strained erection and said casually “Well, this is George, Nate’s brother from Arizona, and his partner, Stevie….”

“Hello.” I said, still gazing at my mystery woman, who was blushing but also getting used to the fact that the bulge at the end of the table had her name on it.

George spoke up next, “Hello yourself! Could I have some water over here, please?” raising his glass.

“Sure thing, George. And welcome to Houston.” I said as I walked and stood between the two men, lifting arnavutköy escort George’s class to the pitcher.

I felt Stevie’s hand non-chalantely moving up my leg from behind… he was leaning in a little bit, so it wasn’t really noticeable to the table. I was about to say something when George said “and this is Meg. She introduced Stevie and I years ago. This is her first trip out of Yuma, Arizona! Can you believe that?”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Meg.” I said.

“Pleasure’s all mine, Lloyd.” She half-whispered.

Right then Stevie’s hand reached it’s goal and he took a firm grip on my cock through my slacks.

“Oh my God.” He said, as he learned how hard and how sizable I was.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too, Stevie.” I said, not missing a beat.

Now, I’m not gay, but I didn’t mind the attention my cock was getting because it needed some adjustment. George, now catching on, asked if he could borrow a pen. I said sure, if it was to write down Meg’s number for me.

He reached into my apron and got himself a good squeeze of my now tortured cock.

“That’s not a pen, there, George.” I said.

“You got THAT right. More like a bowling pin!” He quipped.

This caused the table to break out laughing as I pulled away from the gropers and moved next to Meg, my cock now inches from the mouth of the most fuckable woman I have ever seen.

I leaned and reached for her glass, giving me the unexpected view of her cleavage that was rising and falling a little faster with each breath.

George was whispering to her… things like “Just do it! You’ve got to feel this thing!” and then it sounded like he was giving her instructions.

Next thing I knew, I felt the lightest touch on my inner thigh…slowly rising up my leg. Nobody could see this, but the whole table knew what was happening.

“Are ya’ll enjoying your trip so far?” I said to George and Stevie as they leaned back to enjoy the show.

“We are now.” Said George. That’s when I noticed Stevie’s hand was in George’s lap somewhere, and his arm was jerking around a bit.

Then, ever-so-lightly, I felt the fingers of an angel rest on my bulging cock and heard Meg whisper “Oh my…” and as she traced the length of it and felt it grow another inch at her touch, she said “Oh no way. Oh my God, no way…” and she started acting light-headed.

Her eyes started closing and she started leaning sideways towards me like she was going to fall off her chair. With my left hand I put my arm around her shoulders and leaned in to support her. My right hand held the water pitcher, so it was useless as I tried to set it down.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I said as I pushed her up with my hips at a slant and pulled her to me in an awkward hug.

I held her that way for a second as I sat the pitcher down.

I thought she was unconscious, but I noticed she was supporting herself with her right hand (the groping one) by grabbing my back pocket. Now she was grabbing gaziosmanpaşa escort my ass and pulling me towards her, with her head already mashed into my apron.

As she did this, she began to nuzzle my bulging apron, slow at first, then more she became more obvious and wanton…being around all these gay guys and watching them fuck each other for days must have taken it’s toll on her.

How lucky could a guy get? I couldn’t help but grind my crotch into her face a bit instinctively, but accidentally knocked the pitcher of water into her lap. It wasn’t much, since I had refilled most of the table with it, but it was cold and drenched her already clingy shirt.

She jumped back for a second and exposed the sexiest scene imaginable… her breasts heaving up with nipples pointing to the ceiling, wet with icy water, causing her shirt to grip them with a shimmer. Her hair flew back, releasing the bun it was in, and her wild eyes caught mine for the first time since she ‘fainted’. They were full of lust and determination, along with some ice-water shock…

“Oh I’m sorry, Meg.” I said, grabbing some napkins and dabbing them on the her nipples. I then saw my opportunity…

“Tell you what…”, I said, as I pulled her to her feet, “you come with me to the check-out room and I’ll get you one of our staff shirts to wear until this one dries, okay?”

She seemed a little nervous and looked to George for support. He smiled and nodded, saying, “Don’t worry, Meg. I’ve been assured you’ll be in safe hands with Lloyd.”

I couldn’t stand any more and just headed towards the break room with her in tow. Once we got in the room, I locked the door. Luckily there was nobody in there cashing out their shift or doing paperwork yet. There was a couple of tables with some forms and pencils and a big pile of aprons and shirts in a bin.

I walked over to a stack o f t-shirts and grabbed one that looked a little too small on purpose. She was leaning back on one of the tables, sitting on her hands, which caused her shoulders to raise up and really accentuate her absolutely perfect breasts. She was biting her lip and shivering a little bit.

I reached up and held her smooth face up… I stepped closer as she widened her legs to give me more room. Again, it was as if we were reading each other’s thoughts…

I leaned in and kissed her slowly, gently and deeply. Her taste was unlike anything I ever knew before… sunshine vanilla with a cherry gloss. I couldn’t get enough… couldn’t stop kissing her more and more ravenously, exploring her mouth with my tongue as she met my eagerness with matched intensity.

I moved my hands from her head as they massaged their way down her back, obviously aimed at getting a grip on that Barbie ass.

Before I even knew it, her hands were moving so fast, my apron was on the ground and she was shoving her hand down my pants without even unfastening them.

I pulled back for second to look at her and was thrilled at how the moment had taken her over and she wanted nothing more than my cock in any way she could get it… whispering “Oh give me that cock, I have to see it… let me touch it I NEED it…”

Right then her desperate hand hit the jackpot and gripped my cock right in the middle. Her tiny hand barely fit around it and she stepped back in shock while never letting her grip ease.

“Oh my God…” she whispered…

A sexy young woman seduces a middle-aged divorcee. She educates him about the pleasures of postponing his urge.

A few young women like her seemed to be at every party he attended since his divorce. Some of them were call girls hitting on lonely and wealthy middle-aged men, some were the ‘midlife crisis’ of some lucky guy and others were somehow related to the host a daughter, niece or family friend. Anthony stared longingly at the exquisite vision across the room talking and laughing with Brett the business associate who had invited him to the party. He scanned the room filled with mostly middle-aged men and women who were somehow related to Brett’s Advertising business. Some were couples, some single and some cruising to pick up a one-night stand. The men were dressed casually in conservative but expensive taste whilst the women were mutton dressed as lamb emphasising their features with blatant displays of ample cleavage and leg.

It had been six months since Anthony’s divorce and even longer since he had sex as the closing moments of his marriage had been pretty well devoid of the sex which was perhaps the only healthy thing about their relationship. She took that away along with over half his money and property- the old story, a sad horny old man at a party full of equally sad singles. His son and daughter had both gone to college interstate and so that settlement was not an issue.

Brett had promised an entertaining night with a surprise in store for all. As a PR guru he had done practically everything at his parties from lingerie waitresses and waiters through to jelly wrestling. Subtlety wasn’t a big part of Brett’s vocabulary but his heart was in the right place and he had been a great support to Anthony during his divorce.

His attention was drawn again to the beautiful young girl across the room who was perhaps of similar age to his eldest son- about 20. He could not help but stare at her longingly she had an angelic child like beauty, clear almost transparent skin with what his generation called ‘peaches and cream’ complexion. A small cute nose set between sparkling blue eyes and full inviting lips. Her silken blond hair cut short in a coiffured bob that highlighted her slender neck.

She was petite and child like in facial feature but below her angelic face was as womanly a body as inhabited any man’s fantasy. Nonetheless petite and proportionate her small firm breasts swelled into a seductive cleavage clenched tightly by the flimsy silk halter that barely covered them and clasped them in a curvaceous bunch he imagined the traces of her nipples were visible from across the room. Her delicious shoulders and back naked in the revealing dress, the red silk hugging the sensuous curves of her slender waist and sprayed tightly around the most beautiful little buns he had ever seen. The red silk clung to her hips flaring in arresting curves and stopping dangerously at her thighs, only a few centimetres of fabric separating a view of her panties.

Anthony had become an avid ‘panty peeker’, the fashion of hipster skirts and jeans displaying the tops of women’s multi coloured panties populated his imagination and fuelled his fantasies. Girls with short skirts presented the possibility that their skirts might rise up and display their gusset. Anthony fantasised regularly about bringing his dream woman to the edge of ecstasy kissing and fondling her panties and then sliding them aside to impale her on his eager cock. His pants stirred in recognition of his rerunning this favourite fantasy with the girl on the other side of the room in the leading role.

He wondered what kind of panties she wore beneath the thin layer of red silk hem- She looked like the kind to wear string bikinis not g-strings she seemed a little subtle at least, probably white silk or red perhaps to match the stunning skin tight dress. He let his eyes fall to scan her long shapely legs, bare and smooth to her slender ankles the contours of her legs emphasised by the thin strapped red paton stilettos providing the clichZ vision of sexiness that hi heels provide to the motion of a woman’s body to make it sway like a hypnotic pendulum when she walked.

He was conscious of her walking now, towards him. She was smiling brilliantly a flash of perfect teeth surrounded by tempestuous ruby lip sand looking right at him with her sparkling blue eyes. Before he knew it she was standing in front of him and offering her hand in introduction.

‘Hi Anthony, I’m Becky Fondell, Brett’s niece. He said you might be interested in talking to me I do PR work for an agency you do business with Simms PR?’

‘Oh, pleased to meet you Miss Fondell. Yeah I do quite a bit of business with them. It’s strange I haven’t seen you there.’

She giggled and pushed a lock of her hair to one side revealing her pretty little ears, decorated with a diamond encrusted drop earring. She was classy and expensive to maintain. He couldn’t help staring at her and his eyes flicked nervously over her delicious cleavage and darted back to her angelic topkapı escort face.

‘Call me Becky I may be the youngest person here but don’t stand on formality. I noticed you looking at me from across the room and Uncle Brett told me about your divorce and I thought you looked kind of sweet and vulnerable rather than just plain lecherous like most of the guys in this place. Most of the women look at me as if I might be a call girl or a gold digger cruising for a sugar daddy. So I thought I’d come and talk to you.’

Anthony was uncertain what to say he was stunned to say the least. This vision, this fantasy had just chosen him out of every guy in the room.

‘Then I guess that makes me the envy of every guy in the room to even entertaining the thought that you’d spend time with me. I’m honoured! If I was staring at you it was only that I think you are unbelievably pretty and absence of contact with the feminine sex has made me fantasise about lots of women but you will be the object of my fantasy for quite some time, honestly.’

Anthony was pleased with how confident he sounded in this reply he had overcome the lump in his throat though the lump in his pants was still acknowledging the proximity of this sensuous creature. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue before replying and smiled when she noticed him looking at the outline of her nipple pressing against the fine slither of silk that stretched across them. She glanced down at the hardening outlines and smiled.

‘See your making me excited already! The truth is I like older men for a number of reasons. You see I like the attention I get from them, I like how they take their time making love, I love how they savour each moment because they want to enjoy my body slowly and sensuously, like they were never able to in the rush of first clumsy young sex and how they use their experience with women to make a me really, really hot.’

Anthony was almost trembling at the thought of what she was saying and when combined with the image of her pert round breasts straining at the halter and the nipple hardening before his eager eyes the lump in his pants swelled noticeably. Becky glanced down at his growing lump and smiled again.

‘I see the attraction is mutual. Why don’t we just go somewhere and fuck because I’m unbelievably horny right now.’

He couldn’t believe his ears or his eyes. This was the fastest sexual preamble he had ever experienced. Was she teasing or having a joke at his expense? He didn’t have time to contemplate it. She held out her hand and led him to the hallway and up the stairs into one of the guest rooms, closed the door and turned and put her arms around him and leaned back against the locked door.

‘You do want me don’t you?’ She purred seductively. Anthony nodded and sighed heavily. ‘Then make me hot and fuck me then.’ She leaned close to him and kissed him tenderly sliding her moist red lips across his and tonguing him sensuously. Their lips shivered in anticipation and trembled with desire. Each touch increasing in urgency and passion as they French kissed and sucked urgently at each other. She cooed in appreciation. ‘Touch me, make me hot!’ she urged.

He slid his hand to her pert ass and pressed her against his swelling cock. Grinding against her like a teenager aching for his first taste of sex. Her kisses increased in intensity and she moaned and traced outlines round his neck with her long red fingernails sending shivers through him. He nibbled her neck and ear lobes and covered her with kisses and slid his hand beneath her dress to feel her warm buns encased in shiny soft silk.

She was indeed wearing string bikini panties. They were so diaphanous and flimsy as to reflect the warmth of her delicious ass. He kissed his way down her neck until he stared down her silk clad breasts. He shifted a hand to cup them and continued fondling her ass, kissing her and teasing her nipple through the fabric until they were rock hard. One at a time she moaned as he ran his thumb around the outline then squeezed them hard so she winced in that combination of pleasure and pain that encourages rather than begs to stop.

He slid his hand beneath the tight halter and cupped her naked breast. The fabric of each halter was shifted to the side so her beautiful boobs sat pert and exposed. He could not resist attacking them with his tongue and suckling them as she writhed in pleasure she loved it! Loved him touching her tits she was writhing in pleasure almost cumming from his touch.

‘Feel how wet I am. I’m so horny, touch my pussy please!’ Anthony needed no further invitation and in a flurry of movement he glanced around the room at a nearby single bed. He hadn’t noticed before the room had nothing in it except a bed and a mirrored wall and ceiling. As she sat on the edge of the high single bed her ultra short dress rode up to reveal the white silk string bikini panties he had imagined she wore. His fingers brushed the small silk triangle that covered aksaray escort her pussy and he felt the surge of wetness that filled them and gasped with excitement.

Becky panted ‘Oh yes, make me cum.’ and his fingers began the familiar masturbation process he had perfected with his wife that he knew worked for her if he was persistent. Becky however was far more sensitive it seemed and in moments she was shivering and panting

‘Oh yes.’ breathlessly and repeatedly. Encouraged by this early success Anthony concentrated on rubbing her clit through the shiny silk panties and in moments she came not just once and not quietly either she squealed and shivered in repeated orgasms. As she came she teased his neck and alternated between passionate bites and tender kisses in between her excited moans. No matter what Anthony did with his hands and fingers she exploded in earth- shattering squeals, shivers and cries.

‘Feel how tight I am for you.’ She panted sexily. Anthony slid her sopping panties aside and felt the warm wetness of her sweet cunt swirl around his finger. He pressed one into her tight hole and she convulsed in pleasure and begged him to put more in. Two fingers fit tightly into her and he thrust them deep inside her and teased her clit with a banging action each time he thrust and she bucked urgently against his thrusts and recommenced her cycle of perpetual orgasms. This time however she was past coherence and was reduced to panting ‘Oh god I’m cumming!’ over and over again, as indeed she was.

Anthony was so turned on his cock was bursting over the top of his shorts. He was worried he might ejaculate pre maturely just kissing and fondling her. After a violent climax Becky beckoned him to stop and she kissed him appreciatively and stood up. Her dress had been pulled up over her hips the halter stretched between her breasts. She reached behind her neck and untied the halter then took hold of the hem of her dress and peeled it over her head and flung it to the floor. She was even more gorgeous naked except for her white silk string bikini panties. She adjusted them covering her pussy again, and fondled her own breasts seductively and looked at the impossibly distorted lump that filled Anthony’s pants.

“You know I love fucking with my panties on so please leave them on will you? That was so nice, I’m so unbelievably horny. You make me soooo hot! Now its your turn I’ve been a bit selfish.’

She kissed Anthony sweetly and he stood while she loosened his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. He hurriedly kicked his shoes and socks off as she unbuttoned his shirt kissing his chest with each popped button until all he wore was his shorts. She kissed him longingly and slid her hand inside his shorts to touch his aching cock. The moment her hand circled it gently he felt a huge throb and he knew he was too close to blowing his load.

‘ Mmmmmm you are excited.’ she purred. ‘I know what to do about that’ and she began stroking his cock with featherlike touch with one hand and running her fingernails lightly across his swollen balls with the other. He moaned excitedly and felt the throbs increase to crisis proportion then felt her pinch the rim and hold it tightly until the throbs subsided. ‘She was a fucking expert at this.’ He thought.

She started again teasing his thick shaft with her slender fingers circling his cock and her palm slapping to a rhythm that made him swoon with excitement. Her fingernails grazing his balls so lightly as to send shiver through him. As the throbs overtook him again and he felt his impending explosion, she stopped and squeezed his cock rim again in just the right place to quell the explosion. The ejaculation ceased but the orgasm continued and he found himself doubled over with pleasure and moaning loudly. Master and Johnson must employ her as a therapist she was so good at this.

‘I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I always say there’s no reason a man can’t enjoy multiple orgasms just like a woman. MMmmm and you are so big and hard. You look good enough eat.’ As she spoke the word ‘eat’ his cock spurted a little drip of pre cum and throbbed violently at the thought of her delectable mouth on it.

She smiled and slid to her knees and deftly licked the dribble of semen that oozed from his cock. He let out a long low moan as her lips touched his hyper sensitive tip and shivered involuntarily as she lapped at his cock greedily. Her hands began massaging his cock more firmly now as she began to envelop his tip with her moist warm mouth and she pumped at his shaft and sucked hard at the tip while flickering her tongue over it with each withdrawal. She teased his balls wildly until the tingles and shivers overcame him once more and he could feel a giant flood of cum welling up in him. He would spray her face with it there was no choice he could no longer help himself.

The pleasure and intensity was overpowering he felt the first spurt and the orgasm like a white flash before his eyes crippled with fulya escort pleasure shaking with desire, wave after wave of pleasure passing over him until he became conscious that she was once more holding back the full force of his tidal wave of cum. He looked down at her angelic face and saw the traces of a single burst of his passion dribbling from her fulsome lips as she swallowed and licked them greedily holding his explosive weapon tightly pincered against further escaping jism.

As his cock ceased throbbing and the pleasure subsided to a sensuous afterglow she quickly licked the tip clean and guided his cock to her pert breasts pausing momentarily to run the sticky tip around each erect nipple and then pressed her taut nipples against his cock hole. ‘Do you want to be inside me?’ She teased as she slid his cock between her tits and squeezed them greeting the tip with her warm wet mouth and slurping loudly. ‘Oh god yes!’ he blurted.

‘God I want to fuck you so badly.’ ‘Mmmmm I know you do honey and I want you inside me too. I’m so wet, so tight, so hot- for you, but I think you need a little rest before you blow my brains out with that beautiful cock of yours. Don’t you?’ She said seductively.

She stood letting his distorted cock drop from her hands and stood to kiss him with her sticky lips. He pulled her to him desperately feeling her divine skin beneath his touch caressing her sweet curves and fondling her exquisite ass and kissing her as gently and lovingly as if this was his first kiss ever or his last. She moved against him and he was conscious of his hardness touching her wet silk panties- a mere fragment of silk separating him from impending paradise.

‘ I want you to kiss my panties until I cum.’ she cooed as she lay back across the single bed spreading her legs so that she was reflected in the wall and ceiling mirrors. She began to stroke her wet panties. ‘Come and eat me, make me so hot that I scream and then fuck me hard and deep and fast. Eat me, then do me with that delicious cock -soon!’

She began to writhe and shiver as her fingers pressed her clit through the silk panties. Anthony fell to his knees and began kissing her inner thigh as she continued to moan and call him to ‘make me cum.’ He dispensed with subtlety and kissed his way quickly to her panties inside her leg and planted a huge wet kiss on her panties. The scent of her cum filled his olfactory senses with desire as he felt the dampness of them was like she had just emerged from a swimming pool and they were both aware of how sensitive they were. His first kiss on the shiny white fabric touched her and triggered a wave of shivers and pants and as she moaned appreciatively he began to suck at her clit through the silk.

Her first orgasm was tumultuous and she convulsed unexpectedly, quickly and then another and another followed it as he suckled and teased her swollen clit and massaged her labial folds. As she grew use to his touch her violent squealing and urging him to suck her harder began to abate, as waves of pleasure became the norm. He sensed the evenness of her passion and slid her panties aside and sucked at her clit again while shoving three fingers into her aching pussy plunging deep inside her feeling the wetness squirt from her tightness and her wet velvet folds envelop his fingers contracting around them as she convulsed in another delectable orgasm. She bucked and panted ‘ Fuck me now, from behind, do me fuck me with your beautiful cock.’

He withdrew his fingers from her and reached for two pillows from the bed and placed them beneath her as she bent over the bed, then stood up and grasped her hips from behind. His cock level with her sumptuous ass. She reached a hand behind and pulled her panties aside revealing her swollen pussy lips and he pressed his aching cock against the swollen slit eagerly. The first touch of her dampness made him throb and he savoured the feeling of wetness that drizzled on his cock tip and ran down the inside of her thighs. ‘Fuck me, do me now.’ she begged.

He wasted no time to press his engorged shaft into her ultra tight pussy. He loved the unbelievable tightness of this sexy young woman the sheer excitement of her squirting pussy made him feel like he had the biggest cock in the world going into the tightest cunt on earth. As his cock slid deep into her she shivered and her pussy which at first relaxed to take his hugeness into her contracted around him like a vice. ‘Oh god it’s so goooood your so big so hard Fuck me deep, deep, deep, deep!’ She squealed it was urgent now, they had waited for an eternity for this moment and now they both had to have it hard, fast deep and as urgently as possible.

Anthony slammed his cock into her as she requested, his balls slapping her clit as he thrust deep inside her. She gyrated against his thrusts and her pussy’s muscular contractions seemed to match his throbs. He felt like a stud in a porno film as his expert thrusts built her slowly and dynamically to climax. This wasn’t like her masturbation orgasms, short and intense, this built up, getting more and more exciting, more and more intense. The shivers and tingles that passed through Becky seemed to envelop her whole body and translate into floods of wetness, incoherent screams and shouts and contractions that clamped his cock like a vice almost sucking him into her with each stroke.

Every couple dreams their marriage will be perfect, particularly if they are young and haven’t yet experienced the disappointments of adult life. Stephanie and I certainly felt that way on the Tuesday after Labor Day of 1968 as we took our vows near Columbus, Ohio. The next day we piled our stash of belongings into the red Volkswagen bug and began our first transcontinental trip, arriving in our new home in the northern Bay Area just five days later, our legs cramped from the thousands of miles we’d driven, yet hungry for each other’s bodies.

Had she trapped me into marriage too early? Perhaps. We’d been sweethearts in high school, then for three years through aborted efforts at higher education. In my senior year of high school she’d given her virginity to me, for the next couple of years the largest problem we had were the logistics of finding a place to screw.

In January of 1968, the night before I’d enlisted in the Navy, the draft board hot on my heels, she’d promised fidelity to me. In June, when I’d been transferred to the San Francisco area and found it to be my personal promised land, I wrote her letters about the paradise. She wanted to join me, and to underscore that desire she began dating an air force man, her letters were full of him. In my youth I let myself believe that if I lost her my life would be worthless, and the idea that he’d made love to her, whether true or not, infuriated me. I telephoned her, an expensive proposition to a seaman first class, proposed and a few weeks later took accumulated leave, flew back to Columbus and we wed.

I was attached to Mare Island for a year and a half for computer training, only thirty miles north of The City. We found a series of furnished apartments, on the nights I wasn’t required to be on base we made love more often than not, explored California as we did the crevices of our bodies. Life was, indeed, as perfect as it ever would be, we had each other.

The orders for my remaining four years of enlistment came through, I would be assigned to the aircraft carrier Ranger, then sailing in the Western Pacific to fly jet aircraft that bombed the Viet Cong. I’d heard the details by then: As long as the war raged, the ship would spend eight months of the year deployed across the ocean, only three or four months of rest and refurbishment.

The discussion of where Stephanie would spend the deployment was settled, she’d return home to stay with her mother. In January of 1970 I flew halfway across the globe to meet the ship in the Gulf of Tonkin. For the next six months our letters, which took at least a week to cross the ocean, sometimes a fortnight to reach each other, were full of love and disillusionment with our separation. Needless to say, a married woman who has tasted the joy of independent living and the mecca of California wasn’t content to live in a backwater town with her relatives. After the ship docked in Alameda, across the bay from San Francisco, I took leave, Stephanie and I were reunited.

But just for a few months. Even those were interrupted as I had to spend every fourth night aboard ship with the duty, and five times we left port for sea trials lasting from a couple of days to weeks. In September Stephanie stood on the dock with other wives as the drab hulk was pushed from the mooring, turned west and headed through the Golden Gate.

Another nine months passed, lonely months for both of us. My life was dictated by the rhythms of sea duty, thirty days on the line, six in a Philippine port, punctuated by visits to Hong Kong and Tokyo before returning, blissfully, home. Stephanie’s life was not so rigid; she spent the months going to movies and clubs with her girl friends, working as a clerk, she flew home for the holidays. Her letters were sometimes filled with frustration; a woman of her age, one who has tasted the wonders of sex, has certain needs, ones that can’t be assuaged easily. In February she wrote to me of her glee when she and a friend visited a seedy shop in San Francisco and she purchased her first dildo.

I asked her if she was approached by men in a restaurant or bar with her friends. She was a beauty, even in my fifty year old photographs I can see that. She was tall, in heels she reached nearly to six feet, her legs were long and pleasing, her breasts were conical and copious. The fashions of that time tended to bralessness and miniskirts, I couldn’t blame men if they were desirous of her body. Stephanie answered that every once in awhile someone might try to buy her a drink, before she accepted she told them she was happily married and their opportunity was limited to conversation. My belief is that during the cruise of 1970/71 my wife was numbered among the most faithful of women.

I recall the first night after our return to the States in June. As we steamed through the bay on a clear yet misty June morning we spied the dock, filled with families. Luckily my section didn’t have the duty, I was in the first wave of sailors to hit the gangplank. I quickly found her, she wore a red dress she’d fatihescort sewn herself, we imitated all those photographs you’ve seen of a sailor in dress blues hungrily kissing his woman, we headed for our apartment. I remember stripping her, how we stroked each other, I can almost still taste her tightly drawn nipples. She moaned as I came the first time, too soon, but I was raging again in just moments, for hours we screwed. Some of the rest of that day was spent at the pool, drinking beer and luxuriating in conversation and tales, in the evening we found a pizza parlor, but most of it was spent naked in each others arms.

We caught a break, the ship was slated for a complete overhaul. Even better, it would be performed at Hunter’s Point in the city of San Francisco, we wouldn’t need to relocate or be separated for the nine months of renovation. We found another, better, apartment in the hills of Oakland, settled in for an extended period of togetherness, rare for a serviceman’s wife.

Through the winter of 1972 we enjoyed each other. Life wasn’t perfect, of course; we had every minor plague that young couples suffer – less money than we’d like, our car broke down and had to be fixed, we argued about silly things. But we were in love, we managed mirth and passion.

I believe a turning point came when we made friends with another Navy couple. We hung with them on weekends and some evenings. She, as I remember, had an olive complexion, was short and her boobs didn’t quite fill her bikini top. He was shorter than Stephanie, but had muscular arms and a crude sense of humor that appealed to my wife. One night over more than enough beer and wine, I became aware that somehow I was sitting next to the other wife, and she was kissing me. I cooperated, even to the point that I opened her blouse and sucked a nipple. Through the fog of tipsiness I noticed Stephanie was likewise engaged with him, in fact she had his penis out and was stroking it with her hand. There’s nothing more to the story. I was faithful to my wife, she was loyal to me, the four of us dressed and had another beer.

But that opened a topic Stephanie and I had never broached. We talked about the encounter afterwards, understood that neither of us was upset at the indiscretion, discussed how it had been nice to kiss somebody else. I wanted to ask her if she would have liked it to go further, but felt shy about raising the enticement. Nor did Stephanie, if she was like-minded, verbalize her desires. In the daze of youth and the belief that faithfulness in marriage is a virtue, we simply ignored the mountain in our bedroom.

In the early 1970’s – really the last gasp of the period known as the Sixties – sex was a common topic. Movies showed female nudity, even to full frontal, advertisements were full of double entendres, the San Francisco Bay was a laboratory for alternative lifestyles. Why we never went back to our friend’s house and participated in an orgy is a question that baffles me. Perhaps he shipped out; or it may be that they realized Stephanie and I would have to be pushed to commit adultery and they didn’t wish to force us. Or, maybe, they were as embarrassed at the rashness as we were. In any event we never got involved with them again. And yet I dreamed about screwing the other wife and I have no doubt, particularly in light of events yet to transpire, that Stephanie lusted after the other man.

The shipyard period closed, the Ranger was scheduled for sea trials. In a matter of a few months, I’d be floating across the Pacific again, Stephanie would be on her own until the ship returned.

One weekend evening we walked to a cheap Chinese restaurant in the Fruitvale district. As we returned home in the gloaming I remember Stephanie begin a conversation. “Have you ever thought about making love to someone else?”

“I don’t know.” I had, of course, but I wasn’t willing to voice my fantasy. Then, falteringly, “Have you?”

“I wonder what it’d be like, sometimes. You know, would it be different?”

“You mean better?”

“No. That’s not what I mean. I just think it would be different. I think I’d like to try that sometime. You’d like to, wouldn’t you?”

I remember I didn’t answer her. My thoughts on the subject weren’t formed, I was confused. After we returned home Stephanie put on a negligee, we made love in the living room, our window open to the dim light and my mind wasn’t on her, it wasn’t on the fantasy of another woman, it was obsessed with the apparition of someone else undressing my love, sucking at her beautiful breasts, then climbing above her, spreading her thighs and inserting himself into her. I discovered competing emotions. The first was repulsion that another man might possess the body which belonged to me alone, the other a grizzly curiosity about how she’d relish it. I pictured his sperm being pumped deeply into her as I screwed her powerfully. I doubt we discussed the new thoughts afterwards; such ideas are muted after an orgasm. But we levent escort made dynamic love again the next morning before I drove her to work.

A few days later, the Ranger had it’s first sea trial after the yard period. A simple two day cruise west of the Farallones, just a jaunt to shake the ship down. I performed my duties as always, yet the thought of Stephanie and another man refused to leave me. In my bunk I silently masturbated thinking of my wife and her phantom lover. I even wondered if that very night she’d taken the incentive, going to a bar, picking a handsome devil up and having her way with him.

Of course she was still my woman when I returned, she told me she’d stayed at home and worked on a jigsaw puzzle; the half completed picture of an Italian town confirmed her story. That weekend, as we began our foreplay, emboldened by a bottle of wine, I queried her.

“Did you mean it when you said you wanted to have another guy?”

“I just wonder what it would be like. Just one time, that’s all.”

“What if you liked it?”

“I wouldn’t do it again, not if you didn’t want me to.”

“And you want me to say it’s okay?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I don’t want to cheat on you, I’d never do that. Never!”

I didn’t give her permission that night, I’m sure. But I considered it. I wondered, if it was just one simple screw, what harm would it do? After all, everyone was doing it, weren’t they? And I had desires of my own. If she did it, it would only be fair if I was allowed to lie with a woman as well, wouldn’t it?

The following week the Ranger put to sea again, three nights this time, constant drills of the ship’s company, General Quarters, Damage Control, Abandon Ship. We were readying ourselves for war. I was preoccupied with my tasks, of course, but I still had plenty of time to consider Stephanie’s request. My mind was muddled, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but the experiment – for that’s what I thought it would be – fascinated me. What would it be like for her, going to a man’s bedroom, letting him undress her? Would the taste of him be different? She was rarely quick to orgasm with me, would the other man set her off? I masturbated to the dreams.

That weekend, I brought the theme up. I asked her again what her desires were, she repeated what she’d already told me. She was intensely curious. She had no one in particular she wanted to have sex with, but there were guys at a bar near us – I’d been there with her – that flirted with her whenever she and her friends stopped for a beer. No, she hadn’t done anything yet, wouldn’t even think of it unless I sanctioned it.

And so, as we caressed each other in the darkened bedroom I allowed it. “One time,” I said, “just the one time. And you’ve got to tell me all about it after it happens.” She was beside herself with my consent, she was wild in her movements, she orgasmed quickly and hard.

She delivered me to the dock on Monday morning, it must have been the third of April. We kissed, and the specter of her infidelity was on my mind, and I’m sure on hers as well. I fully expected by the time the ship returned she’d know the feel of another man inside her. And I watched her drive off.

The next two weeks was spent in sea-trials. In the radar center we tracked incoming aircraft, new pilots landed on a ship bobbing in the ocean for the first time, with the additional two thousand men of the air wing on board it was crowded. We continued the drills we’d started the previous week, got better at them. My shipmates and I settled in to our routine, trained the new guys. And I stewed.

There was no way for me to reach Stephanie, I couldn’t have waved her off if I’d wanted to. Every night as the sun slipped below the horizon I’d wonder if that would be the night she’d head to the bar, allow a guy to put his arm around her, kiss her, and then take her home. The time dragged slowly.

On Friday we passed under the Gate Bridge, but the omens were poor; there was an offshore wind, I could tell the waves were high by the way the ship rattled. When we approached the dock in Alameda the tugs crawled to our hull, but they had a backbreaking chore of pushing us to the pier against the wind. Time and again we sat almost next to the dock, but the gusts were too much; the Captain announced we would anchor in the Bay, try again tomorrow.

I was disgruntled. Just over there was my wife, I could see the hills of Oakland lit by thousands of lights. I didn’t know if she’d had a sexual experience, had no way of finding out. Had we been closer to land, I wonder if I’d have done something crazy like jumping overboard and swimming to shore. I know I didn’t sleep much, and when 0700 hours came the Captain announced the winds had abated, we were going to head in. It took an hour and ten minutes until we were tied up and the gangplank was erected, and then I was on the pier. Stephanie was waiting, our arrival time had filtered down the grapevine.

I remained frustrated, ortaköy escort one of my shipmates had asked if we’d drive him home, of course I agreed. In the interim I couldn’t ask her what, if anything, had happened in my absence, but I gazed at her legs as she drove, and I noticed sly glances in my direction, as if she carried a secret. We dropped my buddy off, within a block my hand was on her knee and the question was out of my mouth. “Did you?”

“Let’s wait till we get home,” she stalled. And then, in just a few minutes though it seemed like hours we were in our driveway, climbing the flight of stairs, entering the front door. I popped into the bedroom to change into civilian clothes, she brewed a pot of coffee. And then, at the kitchen table, she satisfied my curiosity.

“It was last Saturday evening. About ten o’clock I went to the bar, Steve was there with a friend of his. He bought me a beer, put some music on the jukebox, asked if I wanted to dance. Then he put some slow songs on and I let him hold me. Oh, honey, it felt just so good with his arms around me. I don’t know if he knew what I was thinking, but I knew what I wanted. And then, it was after midnight, I said I was going to walk home, and he offered to take me and his friend came with us.

“I asked them if they wanted to come up for another beer, and they said okay, and then, well, I just took his hand and led him into the bedroom. He kissed me, and then he took my clothes off and he took his clothes off and we got into bed.”

“Then what?”

“What do you think?” she scoffed.

“Tell me what happened.”

She hesitated. She’d promised to tell me everything, but now she seemed nervous about it. But knowing she’d given her word, after taking sip of her coffee, she explained. “He felt me down there, put a finger in. I was on my back, and then he climbed on top of me and put it in.”

“Did it feel good?”

“It was all right, I guess. He kept pushing it in and out, and then he came.”

“Did you come?”

“No, I wasn’t even close.”

“The other guy, what was he doing?”

“He was in the living room watching TV. Then I saw him open the door and stick his head in. He watched a couple of minutes but he didn’t see much, we were under the covers.”

“You didn’t do both of them, did you?”

“Of course not!”

I paused, a little dazed with her revelations. “Was it what you wanted?”

She grinned. “Yes. When Steve left, he told me I was great in bed.”

“Did he say he wanted to do it again?”

“Yes.”

“What did you say?”

“I just sort of brushed him off.”

For the moment I was satisfied. And, I’ll admit, I was aroused by the thought of my wife screwing Steve. I stood, held my hand to her. She understood what I wanted, she was the one who led me to bedroom. Stephanie was spirited, after she undressed me and revealed her underwear she kneeled above me on the bed and took my prick into her mouth. This was a rarity, not something she often did except for special occasions; well, I guess that was a very special occasion! I was almost ready to pop, I’m sure she understood that, that’s when I pushed her away. I pulled her shoulders to the bed, like Steve before me I spread her legs, covered her with my body and pushed myself inside her. I was where the other man had been, she was mine once more! As I thrusted, Stephanie held me and cheered me on, I came quickly, forcefully.

And then, suddenly, it was over. I felt drained. My wife had sex with someone else, she would never be just mine ever again. Oh, she snuggled to me and I cuddled her, my hand on her breast – the one Steve had held! – and tried to calm, not only my breath, but my emotions as well. Stephanie slipped off into sleep, my mind was racing. I wasn’t upset, I realized I’d been complicit in the violation, I had no kick. But I knew if I could take it all back, I would. After awhile, I slipped out of bed and tried to read a book, my concentration slipping from the thoughts on the page to the specter of my wife in a dark room, letting a stranger screw her.

In a bit Stephanie woke. I have no idea what we did that afternoon, but knowing us we got out of the house. It’s likely we got our swimsuits on and drove over to the beach in Alameda. Perhaps we took our bicycles up to Tilden park, maybe we drove into San Francisco and walked the hills. I only know I tried to come to grips with the new paradigm. I know my belief was it was over, Stephanie was done with her experiment.

I dimly recall that late in the evening, when we were tired and had a bottle of cheap wine in us, Stephanie and I made love again on the living room rug. My consternation ebbed, now the thought of Steve’s mouth on hers, his hand embracing her ass excited me. As part of the foreplay, we explored more details of the expedition. Yes, Stephanie admitted, she liked the way he held her. No, his cock wasn’t any bigger than mine. They only screwed the one time, when he got up to leave she wanted him to stay and do it again, but he said he had to get his friend home. No, she hadn’t given him a blow job, she wouldn’t have minded but he was in too much of a hurry. When we made love I had her describe in detail what it felt like to have him inside her and she had a bit of an orgasm. When I came again, though, the morose covered me like the dusk turning into blackness.