The Ultimate Revenge

The Ultimate Revenge
By: RPSuch (RPSuch@comcast.net)

Not a day goes by without my thinking of that day. Nor do I ever expect a day to pass without recalling it. I remember the events in exact detail.

It started less than a week before that day. Doug had returned from a business trip early Sunday afternoon. He is a superlative salesman and this trip was his most successful ever. The commission he earned from this sale would have paid off the remaining 25 years of our mortgage in a single payment. In spite of the magnitude of the success, he was acting strangely. He had trouble meeting my eyes and he was very quiet. I asked him what was wrong but he denied that there were any problems.

It is not in his nature to lie and he is very bad at keeping things from me. I didn't even have to press him. On Sunday night he came clean.

"You know the kinds of things I have to do to connect with the clients, to lubricate the social wheels. Well, the client wanted to celebrate so they took us to a tittie bar. I objected, but that was what they wanted to do and you pretty much have to keep the client happy."

"That's your big problem? They took you to a strip club? What happened, did they get you a lap dance?"

"No. I refused. But they took the party back to the hotel and they hired one of the strippers for a private party. I was drinking along with them and it became more difficult for me to argue against it. Well, it seems they paid her to do more than strip. Both of them and Tom fucked her. I wasn't interested in any of that but it was kind of hot."

I was kind of hot. I was getting ready to tear into him but I decided to wait. It might not have been as bad as my imagination.

"Then everybody was saying it was my turn and I absolutely refused. She came over, put her arms around me and rubbed her naked body against me. It was very sexy but I still told them I wouldn't cheat on you."

That sounded like Doug. So why was he still telling me this story?

"And then Larry, the guy who signs the contract, said okay, they wouldn't do anything that would hurt my marriage, they wouldn't force me to cheat on you. But he said she could give me a blowjob; the President said that wasn't cheating, it wasn't sex. I argued, but they all kept pushing for her to give me a blowjob. And, well, you know it's easier to do something in a group that you would never do by yourself. So I gave in and let her blow me. I felt terrible about it when I woke up and I just couldn't keep it from you."

"The President says it's not sex so you get a free pass?" I was almost shouting.

"Well, no. I told you I felt terrible about it. I'm really sorry. I'd do anything if I could take it back. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

"There isn't anything you can do to make it up to me you bastard. You cheated on me." I confess that I was about as angry as I have ever been. How could the love of my life do that to me? I had never, would never cheat on him. "There isn't anything you can do, but I can. You're going to pay for this." I walked out of the room and started to consider what I was going to do to get even with him.

The first thing I did was to move his pillow to the guest bedroom. I banished him there for the rest of the week. I decided upon a course of revenge and made all the arrangements in the ensuing days. I set the plan in motion at lunch on Saturday; I snuck some sleeping pills into his coffee. He told me he was tired and was going up to take a nap.

I took the baby up to the nursery and put her down for her nap. She would sleep the remainder of the afternoon.

I gave him an hour and then checked in on him. He was dead to the world. I took the rope I had bought during the week and methodically tied him to the bed. I tightened all the ropes at the end in case he woke up but he was too far under to even stir. I fastened them so snugly that he couldn't possibly free himself. Then I made the phone call.

I went down and unlocked the front door and returned to the bedroom to wait for him to wake up. I read a book while I waited. It took another hour.

"What the hell have you done, Helen?" I can't move. What's going on here?"

"Isn't it obvious? I gave you sleeping pills to gain control of you and I've tied you up. Now I'm going to have my revenge. You know Henry Marks, don't you?" Of course he knows Henry; he works with him. And he detests him. Henry is full of himself, pushy, arrogant; a thoroughly unpleasant man. "I'm going downstairs and I'm going to fuck him until I've had my fill. But don't worry, you're not going to miss it. I'm going to have him, and he's going to have me, in the playroom. It will all be captured by the nanny cam. And when we're done, I'm going to bring the tape up here and play it for you. You will wait, won't you?"

"Helen, I got a blowjob wearing a condom from a stranger when I was drunk. You're going to fuck somebody I work with for as long as you want. That's so completely over the top compared to what I did. How will I be able to show my face at work when he tells everybody about this?"

"Yes, well, this is massive retaliation. You're right. But you brought it on yourself and I can't think of a better way to make sure you never do something like this again. Certainly none of those hot secretaries in your office will be interested in a man whose wife invited over a piece of shit like Henry to fuck her under your nose."

"Helen, don't do this!"

"Doug, you're shouting. You don't want to wake the baby do you?" I took a pair of my used panties and stuffed them in his mouth. He could make noise, but it wasn't very loud and was not at all understandable. "Doug, I love you so much. I'm doing this for us. I'm doing this to make sure we don't have to face a crisis like this again."

He was trying to shout something, but I couldn't make it out.

"I'll see you later, darling."

I left to join Henry in the playroom. He wasn't just confident after being invited over for this, he was almost smarmy. But I decided that if I was going to do this, at least I should try to enjoy it. Doug had probably enjoyed his blowjob and I owed it to him to enjoy this as much as I could to not only pay him back, but to ensure that it would never happen again.

I had spread around a dozen candles and I lit them to create a romantic atmosphere to exact the maximum amount of pain from Doug. I dimmed the lights and turned on the stereo. Doug had been entertained with a strip, Henry would be as well.

I wore my lacy, Victoria's Secret black matching bra and panties under a short black dress briefly held up by spaghetti straps. The strip was symbolic so I didn't spend much time disrobing. I tried to do it sensually, but teasing was not important as all three of us knew what was going to be happening here.

After I stripped, I turned off the music because I thought it might be possible for Doug to hear us later as long as there was no extraneous noise. I unbuttoned Henry's shirt and unbuckled his belt.

"You are such a slut."

I spoke softly because I didn't want it picked up by the nanny cam. "If you want to go home right now with that hard on, keep talking to me with disrespect, you jerk." I smiled for the camera.

"Oh, baby, you are so hot." That was more like it.

"Let me see that big dick of yours." I pushed down his trousers and his boxers. It was nothing special. I whispered, "Take off your shoes fool." I smiled for the camera. He was supposed to be a skirt chaser. I hoped he would not be as inept as he had seemed to be to this point.

He fumbled with the shoes and almost fell over. I had to suppress a laugh.

I took his hand and led him to the couch. "Do me good lover." I was enjoying this even before the sex started, savoring the sweetness of my brutal revenge.

Truth be told, Henry was at least competent. We started kissing but he didn't seem to want to waste too much time on that and moved his head down to take a nipple in his mouth and suck. He moved to the other one and began using his hands on my breasts as well. Then he started running his hands down my sides over my hips. He didn't have time for the frills, like getting me aroused. I was going to have to work on that myself. It wouldn't be easy. I could see why Doug didn't like him. He was a pretty disagreeable guy. I tried to concentrate on the sensations and the nerve endings God gave me so I would enjoy this kind of thing.

He moved his fingers to my lips. He knew what to do there. He was gentle and took his time. He took my hand with his other hand and brought it down to his erection. I had to start thinking of this in less clinical terms if I was going to enjoy it. I concentrated and brought up a fantasy to help. He was Doug making love to me. How ironic that my strongest fantasy was to be with my husband. His fingers slid easily inside. He rubbed against my g-spot. It was a little early for that but it was nice. He added two fingers and moved them all around.

I stroked him lightly. He was sufficiently aroused that I didn't want to do anything to get him off too quickly.

He slid a finger to my clit and caressed it. A jolt of pleasure coursed through me. Doug pressed a little harder and my arousal soared. Now I was feeling a bit of need. I reached around to his ass and pulled him between my legs. He needed no further urging. He buried himself inside me in a single stroke. I pushed back up at him.

He started to increase his pace which was fine with me. I had an orgasm building and I was greedy; I wanted it now. The others could follow later. I clutched his cheeks to assist the speed and the power. And then I was there, screaming out a climax. "Yes Doug! Fuck me harder, faster. Don't stop."

"I'm not Doug, bitch." He pounded away. The couch was shaking. It was moving. It bumped sharply into the end table.

My passion was increasing. A second orgasm followed and then a third. I was on fire. Shit, I was on fire. I pushed him off me. The drapes and the couch were burning. We had knocked over a candle from the end table. I panicked for a moment and just watched as more of the room became engulfed in flames. Then I acted. I grabbed my dress and put it on along with the panties and shoes. I had no time for the bra. "Call 911. Get the fire department. The phone is in the kitchen," I yelled to him.

Carla! I turned and dashed up the two flights of stairs to the nursery. I grabbed Carla from her crib, pulled open a drawer on the changing table and withdrew a warm blanket to wrap her in. I ran down the stairs and out the front door. Henry was out there in his pants and shirt. He had managed to take his shoes as well. Oh, my God, Doug. I gave Carla to Henry and dashed back in the house.

The stairs were now enveloped in flames. I tried to run up them but it was too hot. I got burned and I knew I would never make it up to the bedroom and back down safely.

I ran outside and heard the sirens and saw the lights flashing on the fire trucks. I rushed to the first fireman I could find. "Hurry, my husband is in the bedroom in the back and he can't get out."

"Where is it?"

"On the left looking from the back."

"Jack, bring a ladder and hurry," he said.

They ran around to the back of the house, set the ladder against it and climbed up. He took an axe and smashed in the window to gain entrance. Jack followed him in. They exited the window and climbed down the ladder barely a minute later.

"I'm sorry lady. We had to get out. It's too bad in there. I couldn't get him untied. What the hell were you doing in there?"

I had no answer.

I remember every detail. I remember it every evening as I sit here in my cell, prisoner number 24601. I pled guilty to voluntary manslaughter. Depraved indifference they called it. My lawyer said the phrase has been around for a long time but I think they invented it just for me. There is no better description. I got 5 years.

This is the easy part. They tell me when to get up. They tell me when to go to sleep. They tell me when to eat and what to eat; when to go to the bathroom. They tell me when to work and what I am to do. This is easy. What happens after I'm released? What happens when I can use any waking moment of the day to remember what I have done?

How were his last moments? Did the superheated air mercifully sear his lungs making them instantly useless, to suffocate quickly from lack of oxygen? Or did he feel his flesh bubble up and burn, the plastic from his watchband melting into his flesh, the pain unimaginable? What were his last thoughts?

Was he thinking about the pain? Or was he thinking about how the person he most trusted in this world to keep him from harm drugged him, bound him and took his life? Was he thinking about the betrayal of the person he loved most in this life, the one person he would go to for help when he was in his most dire staits? As his flesh was melting was he wondering how he could have been so wrong, how I could have so little regard for him that I would allow him to die out of some misguided notion of revenge? Was he still alive and aware enough to know that I had at least tried, when the firemen broke into the bedroom and tried to free him? Or was it already too late?

I will take very good care of myself. I will eat right. I will exercise. I will do everything I can to ensure that I have a very long life. I will do whatever it takes to maximize the days I have to relive my actions and their consequences. It is only fair. It is the ultimate revenge that I am visiting on the person most deserving of it - myself.

Passion in Paris

Passion in Paris
By: Don Abdul (donq8y@yahoo.com)

Passion in Paris

Copyright Don Abdul ©2009

It's been two years since my wife died. Silvia was the most beautiful woman in the whole world, 5'8" tall and almost 200 lbs; she carried her weight with great elegance too. I'm a guy, who is eternally in love with Big Beautiful Women, and my late wife Silvia was the quintessential BBW and I loved her and everything about her.

It had taken all of two years to settle affairs (domestic, emotional and otherwise) and for me to move on and start afresh. It is both a blessing and a curse that we had no children. I found another very good job that entails quite a lot of traveling much of which was abroad. I'm an IT/Network security consultant for a computer company and handsomely paid for being on call around the clock.

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I finally psyched myself into testing the waters of the dating/sex game again during my last working trip to France. It all began when the waiter at the restaurant of the hotel where I was staying walked up to my table as I was waiting to dine alone and whispered politely; "Excuse me monsieur, but the lady over at table 8 requested that I deliver this note to you".

Thank you I said, trying to hide my curiosity as I accepted and then read the message scribbled on the folded rich note paper. It simply said, "Would you please join me".

I waited a moment, savoring the beautiful soft scent of the note paper before turning in the direction the waiter had indicated earlier. That was when I saw her smiling face for the very first time; well not quite. I had in fact noticed her on at least two occasions in the past couple of days. She always had dinner in the restaurant, at about the same time as me.

When I arrived at her table, she stood up to receive me; "Please you must pardon a desperate woman's ... presumptuousness" she fished for the right word in her French accented English.

"It's just that I noticed that you always dined alone, just like me.... And I thought, we should help each other find good company, no?" she added by way of justifying her audacious gambit.

"Oh, that's alright ma'am. To be honest with you, I'd much rather be in good company too".

"I am Giselle Coultiered" she introduced herself proffering her hand.

Taking her thick well manicured hand with elegant nails I responded; Jeff Shore at your service"... and then noticing her wedding ring I added "Madam Coultiered".

Following my eyes, she smiled and wiggled her ring finger; "Oh! Please call me Giselle". We had dinner together and shared a bottle of the house red with a helping of small talk. Then she suggested I allow her to show me a different side of Paris.

As we walked out of the restaurant, I got a very good look at her. Giselle was a plump package of beauty and elegance; she stood at 5'8" and was a good 180 lbs. As I stepped aside to let her through the door, I was magnetically drawn to her voluptuous ass and wide hips, it seemed a perfect counter balance to her gorgeous big breasts.

She showed me around Paris and we ended up at an upscale bar. As we talked some more over our drinks, I became even more aware of her incredibly beautiful face ¬ perfect sexy eyes and a gorgeous smile. ¬My attraction to her quickly changed from one based on erotic curiosity to an intensely sexual one... What's more, unlike a lot of bigger women, she did not wear baggy clothes hide her body.

Giselle wore clothes that flattered her and flaunted her sexy hot curves, and my sexual attraction soon mixed up with the liquor in my gut to produce a burning desire to fuck her. It was time to bell the wild cat, so I asked; "So Giselle, where is the lucky monsieur Coultiered?"

"Umgh!" She sighed unhappily, "Where else, out and about pursuing his skinny bimbos I suppose. The bastard probably has his face buried in the cunt of some skinny slut as we speak".

"Wow! If you're so unhappy about all this why stay in a loveless marriage?"

She looked at me incredulously and laughed, "You Americans! You cannot understand".

"Oh yeah? Try me" I said suddenly hopeful for the evening. "Three things; first I'm French, it's allowed for him to keep a mistress.... Or two. Second he loves and looks after me". She was quiet for a moment, so I urged her on.

"And third?"

She looked up, her eyes sparkling with a new fire in them; "Ah! Third, I can do whatever I like too".

That said, she looked into my eyes, and asked suddenly, "What are you thinking, that I'm a slut?" That was when it happened, a classic case of Freudian slip. I just blurted out my thought exactly...

"I would love to fuck you"

My face turned red the moment I realized I just said my thought out loud. A pin drop silence ensued for what seemed an eternity; I could almost hear the thumping sound of my erection. Then suddenly she asked, "Your place or mine?"

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As we left the bar, I became even more aware of her big sexy body and how the top of her dress was pulled tight over the contours of her body. I let her walk ahead so I could look at her big ass sway as she walked on. Lust surged through me as I was transfixed for a moment as I mentally undressed her right there in the parking lot.

On the ride to her friend's vacant apartment, where she suggested we retired, we flirted with each other openly. She pretended to miss the Gear stick and playfully grabbed my erection, and I simply reached out and pinched her erect nipple, and then touched her big and juicy breast.

By the time we arrived her friends place, we were literally alight with the fire of lust. I just had one last question to ask, "Why me?" She looked seductively at me and answered slowly;

"From the first time I saw you walk into the restaurant two days ago, I knew you were searching for something... something different, and then when you sneaked a few looks at me, I saw desire in your body language. Like me, you needed to be loved for you, no strings. Then also, you are a good looking sexy and confident man"

"Now, please shut up and let's fuck!" she demanded.

We kissed hungrily, tasting each others lips and teeth and tongues. Eventually she pulled away and began to undress. She unclasped her bra revealing her big full breasts. I hadn't seen tits so sexy in a long while. She stepped out of her dress and reached for the very visible bulge in my pants and rubbed it. I stepped away not wanting an accident to happen too soon.

Cradling her gorgeous. I weighed them in my hands, and then squeezed them together roughly and feasted my eyes on the expanse of her creamy cleavage. I began to tease her huge nipples with my thumbs, stimulating them to rocky erection.

"I want you Jeff," she demanded, "Your cock in my mouth, my cunt and my ass."

That said she unzipped my fly and then snaking a hand into my boxers to grasp my shaft, she finally released my raging cock from its confinement. Giselle wrapped her hand around it and tugged up roughly, squeezing my cock head teasingly.

The route to the bedroom was littered with my clothes until we arrived at the queen size bed. I promptly began to kiss and lick and nibble my way down from her neck, to the beautiful swells of her breasts.

Sucking mouthfuls of flesh and biting her nipples gently, I raked my hands all over her curvaceous body. She moaned ever more loudly as I squeezed her tits roughly, and curled my tongue around her nipples.

As I moved lower kissing my way to her navel, I could almost swear I heard a sigh of regret mixed with her moan. Darting my tongue in and out of her folds to reach her navel, I caught a whiff of her musky, sweet female essence radiating from her very horny pussy.

Licking my way down to her chubby mound, I was absolutely delighted to find her shaved smooth. Spreading her outer lips open, I reached out with my tongue and licked her clit hood, whilst rubbing my hand over lust puffed pussy lips. She was already sopping wet.

Raking my fingers over her silken thick thighs, I decided to up the ante by sucking on her clit hood hard. Her moans grew louder and more urgent, but I wasn't done teasing her yet.

I slipped a finger, and then two into her sopping wet vagina, and then removing my mouth I brought my thumb over her now erect and exposed clit, at once teasing her clit and finger fucking her pussy. She moaned, bucking her hips against my touch.

"Oh Mon Cherie! I want to suck your cock" she said. "I want to feel it in my mouth."

"Only if you let me taste your pussy at the same time, darling" I demanded, giving her left breast a hard squeeze.

Her answer was a sexy gasp. We quickly transitioned into 69 positions with me lowering my cock over her mouth and ducking my own head down to her smooth pussy. She started by licking sexily up and down my rock-hard shaft, flicking her tongue over my dicks head. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and delicately slithered my tongue into her.

The urgent movement of her hips begged for more intense contact and I obliged, spreading her wide and taking a longing look at the glistening pink before I buried my face in her cunt, pushing my tongue in as deep as I could go, curling and flexing it inside her.

She wrapped her lips tightly around my cock and began to fuck her face with my cock. Her tongue danced over my throbbing erection as she took me deep into her mouth. She got more of me into her mouth than any woman ever had before and I loved it. I could feel her throat muscles contracting and relaxing around my dicks head as she performed an oral worship on my manhood. I reciprocated her oral adoration with pussy worship of my own.

Just when I thought the fire of pleasure could burn no brighter, she moaned out so loud and then began to plead that I fuck her.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me right now, Jeff. I want to fuck you."

I love it when a woman knows how to take charge, and Giselle surely did. In a few heartbeats she was guiding my throbbing cock into her dripping wet pussy. I enjoyed the awesome sensation of my cock spreading her pussy lips apart and then stretching out her inner vaginal folds as my cock travelled up her river of lust. It's something I love about big women. "The fatter the tighter, the tighter the sweeter" I think a writer once wrote about big women.

I soon got lost in the throes of wild passion as I fucked her, first with slow deliberate strokes, and then faster and harder with the undying determination of a mountaineer. As my cock rammed into her with a punishing fever, she moaned louder and harder until she succumbed to a minor orgasm. Her pussy walls gripped my shaft and her body trembled with her pussy bathing my cock with its lotion of release.

As the tremors of her release receded, she gently but firmly rolled me over. Her agility and fluidity of movement in spite of her size was simply adorable, she executed the maneuver without my cock sliding out of her slick cunt. For the next fifteen minutes she rode me like I had never been ridden in my life. She rode me hard, while I got harder just from watching her enormous breasts bouncing and jiggling. Her wide hips shook as her hot cunt rose and fell upon my steely cock.

I groaned and moaned out louder and louder as she teased my man nipples and fucked me hard. I reached up and grabbed hold of her swinging breasts, gripping onto them tight.

Reaching up to her jangling breasts, I pinched her nipples hard. She reached one hand down and began to rub her clit while she fucked me. I tugged at her nipples, pulling on them even harder. I could feel her tremors building up fast, her cunt walls massaging my ever stiffening cock.

"Oh yesssss, Mon Cherie!" she hissed, "ram that cock into me, honey. Fuck me harder." "Oh Fuck, I'm cumming," she screamed, as her desire ran wildest; she broke out in a mix of French and slurred obscenities moments before she was seized by a powerful orgasm.

Thinking she might be tired, I was willing to settle for a Blow Job to finish off the evening, but no such thoughts for Giselle, she quickly recovered and moved on to phase three...

"Now Jeff, be a good man and Invade my asshole like you guys invaded Iraq". I've heard some guys at work take swipes at French sense of humor, but this wasn't the time to think politics.

Like a cat that has landed on its feet yet again, Giselle was on all fours, her head resting on the bed, and her big voluptuous ass sticking up in the air. Her asshole was a beautiful wrinkled pink pucker.

While I was taking up my position behind her, she reached back and rubbed some of her pussy juice over her asshole, and then slipped a finger inside.

"Ahhhh!" she moaned and wiggled her ass as though priming me for the great anal entry.

Still slick from being bathed in her cum, I held the head of my cock to her tight anus, and pushed steadily. Her puckered passage succumbed and opened up to admit the glans of my penis. Pausing for a moment, I caressed her enormous ass, and then pushed my cock in some more until I was fully embedded inside her ass.

She gasped with elation and began to wiggle her ass, in a slow circular fucking motion. Pulling back almost all the way out, I began to follow her lead as she threw her ass back to catch the full length of my manhood. We gave and took thrust after thrust until we found a tempo that worked perfectly for us both. Then she reached under her body with her right arm and stroked her own clit as well as she could, moaning even louder and thrusting harder and faster.

I pick up the pace until I was within a spitting distance of touching the face of heaven, Giselle's ass was the tightest ass I'd ever felt. My senses soon took leave of me as I began to babble obscenities too.

"Oh yes! You French slut, give me that sweet ass...Mmmm!"

"Yes Jeff! Take it, fuck my ass!" she moaned almost close to tears of joy. "Fuck me harder; make me your anal slut"

I fucked her ass, and she began to breathe harder and faster and moaning much louder in pleasure but squealing a little in pain, until the line between pleasure and pain blurred out completely

she rubbed her clit faster, and her body began to tense up yet again, her anal muscles squeezed me harder, I knew I was done. There was no amount of self control that could stop then onslaught of my release. I could feel the sperm bubbling in my balls already, and there was no holding it back.

"Oh Gis-e-ll-e, I'm cuuuuuuming!" I groaned as I felt on huge pulse and my cock fired a copious load of cum deep inside her ass. The volley of my spunk in her ass must have triggered her orgasm, as her back arched and she let out a loud scream and then succumbed to a series of tremors.

We both collapsed on the bed and caught our breath. As we rested, my cock softened in her ass and as it shrank, it slipped out followed by my load of cum which leaked out of her slackened asshole. "Jeff, you have made a fat and horny French wife very happy; thank you Mon Cherie!"

"The pleasure is all mine darling" I responded, "And fat is not a bad thing, some of us love our women big, and I am honored to be in the presence of one so beautiful and big all at once".

"You're too kind, anyways, as long as you're in Paris, I'm all yours. And if you're ever in Paris and you need some no-hassle-fuck, just call me, ok?"

"I sure will, Giselle, Thank you" I leaned closer and kissed her on the mouth long and deep, and we ended up making love only this time nice and slow before she had to go back home to her husband.

The Gambler (5)

The Gambler (5) [part 5 of 6]
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

Susan pulled into the slot in the supermarket parking lot. She got out, took the stroller out of the car and then helped little Andy out of his car seat. She was putting Andy in the stroller when a white van pulled up next to her. The side door slid open and Henry stepped out. He motioned for her to get in the van and she bent over to take Andy out of the stroller, but Henry said, "Leave the kid. Gloria will take care of it."

Susan climbed in the van and found Diamano sitting on a couch and before she was even fully inside the van his hand shot out toward her, "The money!"

Susan looked at the outstretched hand and felt sick inside. "I don't have it," she said. She thought back to yesterday, so full of promise at the start, so disastrous at the end. Susan had gotten out of bed feeling curiously refreshed and she knew it was going to be a great day. While having her first cup of morning coffee she had read her horoscope in the morning paper - "Your investments will bear fruit so press your advantage. Beware of confrontational personal matters."

By ten in the morning she knew what she had to do. She packed up little Andy and had gone out to the racetrack. She had won $200 on the first race, $165 on the second and $210 on the third. Knowing that her luck had finally changed she had plunged heavily on the next three races and when it was time for the seventh to run she was broke. She had gotten up this morning and gathered together all of her jewelry and she was going to pawn it as soon as she left the grocery store.

"I'll have some of it a little later today, I promise," she'd said, but Diamano just looked past her, "Gloria - bring her car and follow us."

Susan paled, "Where are you taking me?" as Henry climbed in the van and pulled the door closed.

"To a place where you will settle your debt to me."

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Half an hour later the van pulled up outside a warehouse on the outskirts of town and Henry helped Susan out of the van and then took her by the arm and led her inside. The inside of the warehouse had cables running all over the floor and a lot of what looked like spotlights. There were several pieces of furniture lying about in a haphazard manner and there were ten or twelve people running around and moving things. Diamano hollered, "Sylvia" and a harried looking middle-aged woman hurried up to him. He pointed at Susan and said, "Here's the talent. Get her ready for scene one."

The woman looked at Susan and said, "Follow me dear" and started walking away. Susan did not follow. "What is this?" she asked, "What's going on here?"

Diamano gave her a menacing look and said, "You just do what you are told and you and your kid will leave here unhurt and debt free. You give me any trouble and you just may not leave here unhurt."

Angrily Susan said, "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on here!"

Diamano looked at her for a moment and then he said, "You, my dear, are going to star in a porno movie. In scene one your husbands boss will stop by the house with some papers for your husband to sign and finding you home alone he will seduce you. In scene two you will be fucking the two men who have just delivered your new bedroom set. In scene three your next door neighbor will come over for coffee and you will eat her pussy while she eats yours and in scene four you will be fucking your neighbors husband when yours comes home and catches you. He will decide to join in - The End. Roll credits."

Susan was aghast! "I will do no such thing! I am not a slut who will just spread her legs because someone like you says, "Do it!"

Diamano laughed, "Honey, you have been selling it for the past week now and that makes you either a slut, a whore, a prostitute or a hooker - you pick whatever name for it you like. Oh, don't you give that hurt, shocked look. Did you think I wouldn't keep an eye on you? You will do it all right, one way or another. I'll scrap the first version and we can do a rape movie instead. Or better yet" and he hollered for Gloria, "Come here and bring the kid."

In a few moments Gloria appeared with little Andy. "Gloria here has a bad case of dropitus. If she forgets to take her medicine she gets real clumsy and careless. Have you taken your medicine yet today Gloria?"

Gloria shook her head 'no'. Diamano looked at Susan and said, "Let's hope she doesn't drop your kid head first onto this hard concrete floor. Could be bad for him, know what I mean?"

Susan doubted that Diamano would let that happen, but she couldn't be sure and so she resigned herself to the fact she was about to become a porn star.

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Susan hadn't realized that making a movie could be so hard. The heat from the lighting was intense and the actual fucking was difficult. She would just get comfortable and get into a rhythm when someone would yell "cut" and she would have to stop and change positions. In over an hour of off again,on again fucking she'd not had one enjoyable moment; the tingle she was used to feeling when she was screwing just wasn't there, so it came as somewhat of a let down, when after five minutes of being dicked by her co-star someone hollered, "Okay, give us the cum shot." Her partner pulled out of her, moved up to her head, stroked himself and then shot his load of cum all over her face. "Cut!" someone hollered, "Good job people. Get her cleaned up Sylvia. Times awasting and time is money."

Susan had a hard time believing it. She had been fucked by five different men for over three hours and had gotten nothing out of it. Ten minutes at home with a dildo would have given here more. When it had come time for the lesbian scene she was surprised to find that her co-star would be Gloria, and even more surprised to find that it wasn't as bad as she had feared it would be, but she knew that it would never be her 'thing'. Finally, someone hollered, "Cut! It's a wrap. All right guys, go for it," and Susan was suddenly surrounded by a bunch of men stripping off their clothes.

"What's going on?" she had asked and Gloria had smiled at her, "It's their version of a wrap party. Relax, enjoy it."

For the next two hours she and Gloria had taken on every man who was there, some more than once, and Susan had had more than enough orgasms to make up for what she didn't get during the filming. At one point, when she had been on her hands and knees sucking one cock while another pounded her from behind, she had looked over to find Gloria in the same position and she wondered why they didn't just film this instead of the stupid movie. Fifteen minutes later, when she had a cock up her ass, one in her pussy and one in her mouth while two guys held her up so she could jack both of them off, she had the thought again - this would have been Academy Award stuff. When it was over and she was dressed and getting ready to leave Diamano handed her a piece of paper and a pen. "What's this?" she'd asked.

"A model release. Sign it."

She signed on the line he indicated and gave him back the form. He handed her another piece of paper; "This is a phone number where you can reach me. You did okay today. With some work and a little direction you could do even better. The usual fee for what you did today is $3000. Not bad for less than six hours work. Then of course, there is the cast party, which you seemed to enjoy. Think about it."

Susan wadded up the piece of paper in her hand and was about to throw it on the floor, but she hesitated at the last moment and put it in her purse. She picked up little Andy and looked at her watch. She had just enough time to get home and fix Brian his dinner.

The Cramp-Ch. 02

The Cramp-Ch. 02 [part 2 of 2]
By: DarthGator (darthgatorone@yahoo.com)

THE CRAMP-CH.02 By: DarthGator

If you haven't read chapter one of this story, I would suggest that you do so before reading this sequel. This tale is a work of fiction. If you are under eighteen or do not wish to read sexually explicit material, exit now. In addition, this story revolves around a cheating wife. If you do not wish to read about wicked, sinful, taboo, steamy, adulterous sex, exit now. All rights reserved.

Denise drove home from the country club in a daze. She broke into tears numerous times, and it was a wonder that she arrived safely. After parking her car in the garage, she ran into her bedroom, shed her tennis outfit, and practically dived into the bathroom tub where she soaked in a sea of bubbles.

Denise was deeply conflicted. She was bitterly ashamed of her adulterous conduct with Bill, the club masseur. She cursed herself repeatedly for being such a weak, wanton slut and for betraying her loving husband. She cried inwardly, "Oh, Tom, what have I done? What have I done?" Yet at the same time, images of the steamy, erotic sex that she enjoyed with Bill intruded into her mourning over the loss of her virtue. Her loins trembled in little spasms at the memory of her glorious orgasms with Bill and his delicious cock. On the one hand, she feared the powerful control that he exercised over her; but on the other, she craved it. Sex with Tom had always been gentle and loving, never forceful and frenetic. She loved Tom deeply, but sex with him had never been as fulfilling as the wild, steamy bone jarring fucking with Bill. Denise couldn't get it out of her mind.

When Tom arrived at home that evening, he was exhausted after working under stress for twelve long hours. Denise was waiting, a vision of loveliness, and she greeted him with a long, passionate kiss. She was wearing one of his favorite summer dresses, and her hair and makeup were perfection. They often ate their evening meal on the dinette table in the kitchen, but tonight the dining room table was set for two in elegant simplicity, with candles and flowers and their best silverware.

"Whoah!" Tom exclaimed. "What did I do to deserve this? Did I win the lottery?"

Denise laughed sexily, "Yes, and I'm the prize! No, Honey, I just felt like having a special evening with my husband." She flushed as she simultaneously thought, "I'm your cheating, slut prize of a wife, and I feel so guilty." Aloud, she said, "Go take a shower; get out of your suit, and relax. Dinner will be ready in about half an hour."

Denise busied herself in the kitchen while Tom followed her instructions. When he returned dressed in casual slacks and a polo shirt, she admired him lovingly. He fixed drinks for them, and they talked about their respective days while she finished preparing his favorite meal. He tensely described his bitch of a day, but he gradually relaxed and basked in the attention Denise was heaping upon him. At dinner, and only when he asked her about her tennis match with Veronica, Denise told him about her cramp. She blushed as she related how the masseur kneaded the knot out of her calf. "Ouch," Tom said sympathetically. "That must have been excruciating. It's a good thing you were at the club, and the masseur was handy."

Denise blushed again, cringed at her infidelity, but couldn't help thinking, "You've no idea how handy he was." Then, "Stop it you slut!" When she and Tom retired for the evening, they made love. The tender sex was good, long and passionate, and Denise reached a satisfying climax. Exhausted, Tom rolled over and was asleep immediately. As Denise lay in the dark while he slept, she began to squirm with the wicked yet sensual thought that Tom's seed was mixed in her with the remaining traces of Bill's cum. She slipped a finger into herself, withdrew it, and tasted the results of her probe. Denise trembled with guilt and excitement. Yes, excitement. Denise was high on the thrill of forbidden sex. Finally, she fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning, sanity seemingly had returned to Denise's mind and body, and she determined that she wouldn't succumb again to her lustful desires. Before Tom rushed off to work, she invited herself to lunch with him downtown. Tom was pleased. He loved to show off his sexy wife to his colleagues at the office. After he was gone, Denise busied herself about the house with her chores. Just as she was about to call and cancel the appointment with Bill, the phone rang. It was Tom.

"Honey, I've got to catch a flight to Tallahassee. Someone screwed up and neglected to calendar a filing deadline for an appeal to the First District Court of Appeal. Today's the deadline. I've got to go there and file the appeal before five. Otherwise, we're out of court, and the firm's ass is in a sling. I'll be back late tonight on the eight o'clock flight. I'll call you when I hit the ground. Sorry about lunch. Love you. Bye."

Denise hardly had time to respond with more than an "I love you, too," before Tom was gone. She finished her chores and restlessly wandered from room to room. Her mind wandered to her sexual adventures of the day before. Her loins began to throb. She finally plopped down on the bed in the master bedroom and tried to keep her mind from wandering to the club and sex with Bill, but it was no use. Her pussy began to lubricate with the thought of his hard prick and the things it did to her. She reached down, pushed the crotch of her panties aside, and inserted two fingers inside her wet depths. "Oh, damn," she thought as she envisioned Bill and his hard cock waiting for her at the club, and she fingered herself to a small but thrilling orgasm. Her resolve to be a faithful wife was shattered, gone with the wind. Unthinking, she arose and hurried to the shower.

As she rushed to get ready for her appointment and subsequently drove to the club, two forces warred for control of Denise, virtue and lust. Lust was the more powerful of the two and easily triumphed. By the time she arrived at Bill's office, Denise was feverish with desire, and her pussy was dripping wet. Bill greeted her at the door and ushered her into the massage room once again.

Denise entered the place of yesterday's seduction, and turned demurely to face Bill. There was no mention of her cramp. There was no conversation at all. Bill moved swiftly to Denise and roughly crushed her against his body. She turned her face upward seeking his mouth, and they passionately devoured each other's lips and tongues. As their tongues clashed, their hands explored each other, rubbing and clutching. Denise felt Bill's rigid prick against her belly and gasped. His hands pulled her against his hardness by the firm, round globes of her ass. They ground their lower bodies against each other in a frenzy.

Suddenly, Bill pushed Denise away, and she lurched forward as her greedy mouth vainly sought to maintain contact. She whined in frustration. He whispered, "Get undressed. I want to watch this time," and sat down on the massage table. Denise hesitated, but only momentarily, before beginning to strip. It wasn't much of a striptease though, for as she shucked her dress over her head, she stood there naked as the day she was born except for her light blue garter belt, stockings and matching heels. As her hands went to the garter belt, Bill said, "Leave them on you sexy bitch." Grinning lecherously, he commanded, "Come here."

Denise smiled lustfully in return and closed the short distance between them. Bill fingered her dripping slit as their mouths reattached themselves. Bill stood, and the two of them wrestled as lustful animals, panting and moaning. Both struggled to rid Bill of his clothing and were quickly successful. Bill leaned against the massage table, his prick pointing at the ceiling, and ordered, "Suck me."

Denise went immediately to her knees. As Bill's proud erection quivered and throbbed in front of her face, Denise licked her lips and reached for him. She grasped Bill's cock with one hand and stroked it lovingly. Her mouth opened widely as she leaned forward and licked its head, teasing and probing the tiny slit which was oozing pre-cum.

"Mmmmmm," Bill moaned and then exclaimed, "Shit, that's good! You are such a sweet cocksucker."

Denise murmured in return, "Thank you lover. You taste wonderful."

Bill couldn't stand the foreplay any longer. He grabbed Denise by the head and slid his aching cock into her warm, wet mouth. Denise sucked and licked along the shaft. As it probed deeper and deeper, Denise tried to devour all of the rampaging prick. The spongy head bumped the back of her throat causing her to gag. "Relax, Baby," Bill instructed, and Denise tried her best to do so. Finally, she was able to deep throat the entire erection and became even more excited as her lips and nose pushed into Bill's pubic hair. The sensations overwhelmed both of them, and Denise unconsciously reached between her legs to rub and tease her own clitoris. Just as Bill was approaching an orgasm, he abruptly pulled his cock out of her sucking mouth.

"No," Denise protested. "I want your cum."

"Later,"Bill replied. "I want to taste your hot little pussy. Get up on the table."

Denise shivered with anticipatory lust and practically leaped onto the massage table. As she reclined and wantonly spread her legs, Bill dived into her steamy groin. He devoured her pussy as if he were starving. He licked, teased, and tongue-fucked Denise until she was groaning ecstatically and then attacked her throbbing clit. As he suckled the tiny protuberance, Bill inserted two fingers into the yawning wetness and began to saw them in and out. This overloaded the capacity of Denise's nervous system, and she rapidly approached the summit of sensuality and the precipice beyond.

"Oh god!" she cried. "I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm COMIIIIIIING!"

After her shattering orgasm, Denise was a quivering mass of flesh, and Bill continued to gently lave her now hypersensitive sex with his tongue. The aftershocks caused her body to jerk reflexively. Denise sighed, "Oh that was so fucking good! Where did you learn to do that?"

"In the Boy Scouts," Bill laughed. "Now, turn over you horny little slut. My stiff cock wants to fuck your mouth again."

As Denise rolled over and rose to a position on her knees and elbows, Bill moved to the head of the massage table and offered his arrogant prick to her. Her mouth engulfed his erection again, and Bill began to rhythmically fuck her oral orifice. He watched as his prick worked like a piston into and out of the sucking warmth and was fascinated by the way Denise's lips clung tightly to his cock on the backstroke. "Damn that's so fucking sexy," he mused aloud. On her part, Denise was in lust heaven as she sucked and slurped her sexual lollipop.

Suddenly, Denise tensed as she felt hands on her asscheeks. She tried to pull away from Bill to look behind her, but he forcefully grasped her head with both of his hands and held her tightly. Denise groaned in protest and tried to squirm away from the hands on her ass, but they now gripped her firmly. John, the tennis pro, grinned widely at Bill and advanced upon Denise with his lance-like erection leading the charge. Bill answered the grin with one of his own as Denise continued to struggle. The head of John's cock probed at the mouth of Denise's pussy and slipped in unassisted like a blind heat seeking missile.

"Nooooooommmmpppphhhhh," Denise moaned around Bill's cock. She tried to spit him out so that she could verbalize her protests, but she was unsuccessful..

"Relax Baby. Don't fight it. You're going to love a good double fucking." Although Denise continued her vain resistance to the dual cocking, Bill's observation was right on the money.

John's cock slid all the way into Denise's wetness, and Bill began to fuck her mouth once again. Shortly, the two men achieved a complimentary rhythm. As John fucked forward, Bill fucked to the rear. Initially, Denise was appalled at the double assault, but gradually her resistance faded and her lust came to a full boil again. She continued to struggle weakly but began to revel in the sensations coursing through her body. "Oh my God it feels good," she thought. For an instant, guilt and shame pushed themselves into her consciousness, but they were promptly evicted. Her ass humped backward to consume the new, unknown cock, and her mouth frantically ministered to Bill's familiar member. Thrilling sensation piled upon thrilling sensation as the heat rose in her body. They fucked relentlessly and wordlessly for several minutes until none of them could hold back any longer. Denise was aflame internally, and she rumbled a warning moan.

Then she was there. MMMMMPPPPHHHH! Denise shook with the power of her climax. She was rocked by a series of orgasms that rippled and rolled through her body like a volcanic eruption..

Bill shouted, "SHIT!" as his cum exploded into her mouth again and again, and Denise swallowed the sexual lava greedily.

"OH FUCK MEEEEE!" John pumped his bubbling seed into the pussy that was clutching his cock as if there were no tomorrow.

To Denise it seemed as if they were coming forever. Spasm followed spasm, and orgasm followed orgasm. However, the waves of passion finally abated, and they all caved in upon themselves in a sweaty heap. The three lovers moaned and murmured together for a full ten minutes following their erotic crises. During the lull, Denise discovered that John was her second lover, and she caressed his face tenderly. Denise smiled inwardly as she remembered Veronica's boast of the preceding day, "He can fuck and suck for hours..."

As the mutual caressing, kissing and cuddling proceeded, passion began to rear its head again. Pricks stiffened, and Denise felt the lust rising in her loins as she fondled the attentive members competing for her attention. Both of the men now stood by the table, and Denise swivelled back and forth to suck each lover's hard cock. Each one was tantalizingly different, and the taste of her own juices on John's prick excited her even more. John and Bill exchanged their former positions. John moved to the head of the table, and Bill positioned himself at the other end. Denise assumed her former doggy position on her elbows and knees, and the menage a trois began anew. Two rigid cocks plunged into and out of two of her orifices, and Denise's lust intensified even more when Bill pushed a finger into her anus. Denise thought that she was losing her mind. For the second time, thundering orgasms crashed upon them; for the second time Denise was filled with spurts of cum; for the second time, they rested; and for the second time passion reheated their loins.

The two men gently turned Denise over onto her back and began to minister to her body once again with their hands and mouths. Denise caught a glimpse of movement out of her eye and turned see Veronica standing completely naked a few feet away from the carnal scene with a video camera in her hand. Denise cried out, "Veronica, what are you doing? Stop!" Denise wanted to cover her nakedness, but it was useless. She was hopelessly splayed out on the massage table, totally exposed to the eyes of Veronica and the camera.

Ronnie replied, "Just wanted a little something for posterity, darlin'. Something to help keep us warm on a cold night." Veronica laughed lustily. Then she panned the camera forward slowly until she had a full frame closeup of Denise's pussy oozing cum onto the cheeks of her ass and the table below. John and Bill kept busy rubbing and kissing the various erogenous zones of Denise's trembling flesh as Veronica circled the tableau of lust, filming all the while. Finally, she stopped filming, placed the camera on a desk against the wall, and walked over to the table. As she stood over Denise, she said, "You have no idea how sexy you look, darlin'. Uh-huh, good enough to eat!"

Veronica reached out and gently massaged one of Denise's full breasts. At the same time, John started to suckle the other nipple. Bill massaged her gaping pussy and the protruding clit. Denise was a mass of raw nerve endings as she squirmed and quivered under the sensual touch of the three co-conspirators. It was strange, but Denise's attention focused almost exclusively on the breast that Veronica was fondling. No woman had ever touched Denise sexually before, and she was fascinated with the new erotic sensations filling her mind and body. Veronica's fingers began to tease and tweak the turgid nipple. When she leaned over and took the rubbery nubbin into her warm, wet mouth, Denise went ballistic.

Denise protested, "Oh, please don't do that! Ohhhhhh!" Veronica's touch was driving her mad.

"Okay, darlin'," Veronica said as she removed the sucking warmth from Denise's breast. A sense of loss struck Denise for an instant, but her nervous system was in for another shock. Veronica leaned over again and plastered her mouth against Denise's lips in a hot, wet, passionate kiss. Her tongue aggressively explored the inside of Denise's mouth, searching, licking and sucking. Denise initially recoiled in shock, but that shock turned into a sexual lightning bolt that flowed downward through her churning body. She returned the kiss, her tongue matching Veronica's thrust for thrust. Their lingual members dueled furiously-- thrust, parry, thrust. Denise mewled mindlessly at the growing pleasure filling her being.

Veronica withdrew her tongue from Denise's sucking maw, and started kissing and nibbling downward along Denise's trembling frame. The men backed away now and watched as Veronica seduced every nerve and pore of Denise's luscious body. Then, two throbbing pricks approached and nuzzled blindly against her cheeks. Denise absent mindedly kissed and stroked each of them while her senses focused primarily on the kisses and nibbles tracking down along her heaving belly.

Denise's brain was racing, almost to the redline,"Oh, god! What's she doing now? Oh, please don't kiss me there. That's too nasty."

Veronica slowly but surely kissed, licked and nipped downward into the blonde curls of Denise's pubis. Denise, although protesting inwardly against what she knew was coming, opened her thighs wider, and her lovely cheeks lifted upward into Veronica's waiting hands. There was a hushed pause, and Denise held her breath-- unmoving, expectant, quivering with excitement. Veronica slowly lowered her mouth until her full, red lips were just a few millimeters from the pouting nether lips of Denise's open sex and exhaled a soft, warm, kiss of air onto the pulsating pussy.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, NOOOOOOOOOOO!

To be continued? Perhaps.

A Planned Affair

A Planned Affair
By: HornyGuy (ddswach@yahoo.com)

My wife and I have enjoyed the swinging lifestyle for several years now. MMF, FFM, she's watched me get a blowjob from a stranger; I've watched her suck a stranger's cock. Just about everything except another couple or orgies.

We have often discussed the possibility of me being with another woman or couple without her being there, but it never came to pass. Although we both have been with others before, and we had another couple who we were supposed to join with separately before, something always seemed to ruin it.

Recently, I took a business trip for a whole month. Although our recent sex life has been a little umm, slow, she made sure that I didn't go away horny. She fucked and sucked my brains out 2 nights in a row before my trip. During the 2nd time, she asked me if I had been thinking of finding some stray pussy while I was gone. I told her I really hadn't thought about it.

She told me she thought it would be fantastic if I could find someone to fool around with while I was gone, and come home and tell her all about it. Of course, I thought it was a fantastic idea as well. I mean, who am I to deny her of a fantasy.

When I got to my hotel room, I laid in my bed, tired after a long flight. As I lay there, I started thinking about lying in that same bed, just as I was, only having a woman bobbing her head up and down on my cock, or looking up and watching her tits bounce up and down while she frantically rides my rock hard dick. I started getting hard. By the time I got up to unpack my bags, my cock was so hard, I couldn't think about anything except getting some relief.

I went on to a swinger's website to see what the action was like in the town I was in. I found several ladies and couples who seemed like a good match. I tried to contact someone who would be interested in a meeting ASAP. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anyone who was willing to meet without talking and chatting for days. Not that I am into fucking anything that moves and taking the risks that go along with that, but I was just looking for a casual encounter with no strings attached. And my aching balls told me I better find someone soon.

When I got to work Monday, which was actually a training class, I had put the idea of meeting someone out of my head. I wasn't really able to do too much anyway as I would be busy most of the day and studying most of the night. Weekends were still possible, but without meeting someone who was willing to meet NOW, it just didn't seem like it would happen. Then, it happened. While on a smoke break, one of the women in my training class started letting her hair down, and the conversation started leaning towards sex. Up until this point, it had been strictly business. I am a person who believes that no topic is taboo. I can talk comfortably with almost anyone about almost anything. And sometimes I don't quite understand why other people have such hang-ups about certain things. But, to each his own.

While talking to this woman, I realized that she was the type of person who could A, take a joke, B, make a joke and C, not get offended by someone making off-color comments. After a few days of us hanging together on smoke breaks, and I realized my fuck buddy candidate might be right under my nose.

After some talking, she told me that her and her boyfriend had put a profile on a swinger's website some time ago, and that they had engaged in a few threesomes before. They were currently not together, and I saw that as my opportunity to pop the question.

"Well, if you're looking for someone to tickle your fancy, or anything else you may need tickled, just let me know". She replied simply "what about your wife". I told her about the suggestion my wife made before I left, and she smile and giggled and made a comment about possibilities. "If you're sitting around bored and itching for a good time, I'm in room 303. Just stop by." All through class that day, I couldn't wait to get back to my room and anxiously await a possible guest for the evening.

That night, nothing happened. Being worried about offending her, or maybe I already had, I didn't mention a possible rendezvous again. I figured I'd wait to see what happened.

A few nights later, I was sitting in my room, looking at porn on the computer, having dismissed any hopes of getting laid while on my trip. I spoke with my wife on the phone for a bit, and was just getting ready to turn in for the night, when there came a phone call. It was the woman from my class. She said she was studying and needed some help. We talked on the phone for a bit, and she asked me if I would shit myself if she actually showed up at my room for a roll in the hay. I told her the thought of it was making me hard and nothing would make me happier at this point.

We spoke for a few more minutes and she said she had to go. Not two minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Guess who. My cock got hard instantly and my jaw dropped to the floor. "How did you... where were you.... What the hell is going on?" was all I managed to blurt out. She told me she was here the whole time; she just wanted to surprise me. Well, I was certainly surprised.

She pushed me into the room and closed the door. She immediately took of her shirt and shorts and revealed to me the sexiest bra and panties. As I stood there looking her over, she squeezed her tits and rub her pussy through her panties. She turned around and bent over, letting me in on the secret that her white lacey panties were in fact crotch less. If I had my hand on my cock when I saw that, I think I would have cum right then and there.

She walked over to me, and told me she was wet all day thinking about stopping over tonight. She pushed me down on the bed and knelt down in front of me. She looked up at me and with serious look on her face said "as long as we're sure this is tonight, maybe again, and that's it. This isn't a relationship thing, or dating, it's just sex". I don't think I could have asked for a better scenario. "Absolutely, that is all I was looking for" I said. "When I go home at the end of the month, I am not gonna look back".

With that, she ripped my shorts off like an animal and rammed my cock down her throat. She licked my dick like a lolli pop. Ok, maybe an ice cream cone. The point is, she ran her tongue all over my cock. Licking and sucking the head, licking all the way down my shaft and smearing her tongue all over my balls. Making sure to hit the bald spot. Then, with her tongue placed flatly on my prick, she ran it back up my shaft and sucked my entire cock down her throat.

After giving me a fantastic blowjob for quite a while, taking me to the brink of shooting my cum down her throat, and then backing off and licking my shaft and balls, then getting me there again, she pushed me gently back down on the bed, pulled her bra off so her nice big titties were free to bounce around, and climbed on top of me.

She grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her dripping wet pussy lips. She teased me by almost letting it slide in her moist cunt, once or twice letting just the head slice through her soft wet pussy mounds, then pulling it back out. Then, after she had my cock all wet with the juices running out of her pussy, she firmly planted herself down on it.

Her hot wet tight pussy sucked my cock like her mouth did. She rode me soft and gentle for what seemed to be hours. Sometimes letting my cock pop out of her, but still resting against her engorged pussy lips, then allowing it to gently part her and glide back in until her clit was rubbing against my pubic hair just above my cock. She would increase her pace only long enough to again get me to the brink of cumming, then slowing to allow me to recover.

We carried on like this for a long while, then, without warning, she sped up the pace. Pumping her pussy up and down on me like a girl gone wild. Grasping my chest for balance. She started screaming that she was cumming, and her pussy clamped my cock like a vise. It almost felt as though she had her hand wrapped around me. I had to fight with everything I had to keep from cumming myself. When her eyes finally rolled back into the front of her head, she looked down at me like a woman possessed.

She started her assault on my cock again. This time, with no intention of letting up. I could hear her ass slapping against my body with each thrust. Her tits were bouncing up and down so hard I thought it had to hurt. She was moaning so loudly that I thought for sure others in the hotel had to have heard her. She looked down at me and started almost yelling "cum for me, cum now, cum for me". Who was I to refuse?

I let myself go, and almost instantly felt my balls starting to tingle. She must have noticed the look on my face, and asked me if I was getting ready to cum. I told her yes, and there was not going to be any stopping this time. "Now?" she asked. "Yes" I grunted. Again without warning, she hopped off of me, jumped back down on the floor between my legs, and started sucking the entire length of my cock down her throat.

I tried to warn her, but I couldn't. My balls tightened, and I shot my cum so hard that I don't think any even hit her tongue. It must have just shot straight into her throat.

I came for what seemed to be an hour. She was a real trooper. She tried with everything she had to take every drop, but after the initial blast or two, she couldn't contain the flood of cum pouring into her mouth and some started to drip out of the corners. But, like a true cocksucker, she scooped it with her fingers and licked them and my cock clean.

After a few minutes of relaxing, she got up and got dressed. I asked her if she could stay and do it again, but she said she had to get home. That was fine by me. I was so spent; all I wanted to do at that point was go to sleep.

For the last few days of training, we didn't speak of our encounter. Other than a few sarcastic remarks that no one other than us seemed to understand. We sent emails for a while after I got back home, but the encounter was seemingly forgotten about.

When I got back home, my wife and I had sex for the first 3 or 4 night. I told her about what happened, as agreed, and holy fuck was the sex hot. For the next few nights, she would get up to go back to bed, and there would be a wet spot where she was sitting, and she would attack me as soon as we got back to the bedroom. I would feel her pussy, it was soaked. I would look down and see her wetness running down her leg.

As much as I love my wife and miss her when I'm gone, I really can't wait for my next trip.

Bev's Night Out

Bev's Night Out
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

Barb's Night Out By Just Plain Bob +++++++++++++++++

Barb, my secretary, stuck her head in the door and said, "Your wife is on line 2."

I gave her a little wave to indicate that I'd heard her, finished adding the column of numbers I was working on and then picked up the phone.

"Hey sweetie, what's up?"

"Just wanted to remind you that I'm going out with Julie after work for dinner and a couple of drinks. I left your dinner in the fridge covered in Saran Wrap. Just put it in the microwave for three minutes on high."

"Should I wait up?"

"Dirty old man!"

"Hey, I know what you are like when you come home after going out with her so don't blame me for taking advantage of it."

"I should be home by ten if you can keep your eyes open that long. Love you baby, see you when I get home."

"Love you too baby, bye."

I had a scowl on my face when I hung up the phone. I did not like Julie, never had, never would. She was just a little too wild and free for my taste. She had been married three times and even though I had never been able to confirm it (Bev flatly denied it was true) I'd heard that the reasons for the divorces was that Julie had been caught playing around. I didn't know if it were true or not, but there was just something about her that set my teeth on edge. But she was Bev's best friend so there wasn't much I could do about it except live with it.

Julie stood up for Bev at our wedding and since then she and Julie had gotten together at least once a week for coffee and they were constantly on the phone with each other. It hadn't been too bad there for a while, but then things changed. The big change came when Max joined the Marines and Julie (named for Bev's friend) went off to college. With nothing much except an empty nest on her hands Bev decided to go to work. Julie got her a job where she worked and after that they went out for dinner and drinks at least once a week and at least once a week they stopped after work for drinks with their co-workers.

While I would just as soon she not spend as much time with Julie I did enjoy the hell out of the nights she did. She would come home and fuck my brains out. I asked her once what the deal was.

"Promise you won't get angry?"

"Don't know. When you put it like that it is like telling me that there might be something to be angry about."

"Let me back up then. You know I love you, right?"

"Yes."

"You know I wouldn't do anything to screw up what we have, right?"

"Why am I suddenly start to feel like I'm not going to like what I'm about to hear?"

"Don't be that way baby. It isn't bad. The reason I come home horny is because when we stop for drinks we also dance and I'm a good looking girl even if I do say so myself. I get hit on a lot and when I dance with the guys who ask me I get felt up a lot. I never let it go anywhere, but it does wind me up and as soon as I get home to you you have to unwind me."

"That's the nights you stop after work, but what about the nights when it is just you and Julie?"

"Same thing. We eat and then go to a lounge for drinks. Guys start moving in on us and we let them buy us drinks and dance with us and they wind me up and you get the benefit."

She saw the look on my face and said, "Come on baby, I've never even so much as kissed one of them. I let them buy me drinks and I dance with them. They rub up against me, cop a feel of my boobs, run their hands over my ass and I let them because I know I'm getting them hot and I'm going to leave them hanging. They all can see my rings and they try to come on to me anyway so I feel they deserve to be left with a case of blue balls. Honest baby; I'm just having fun and you get to reap all the benefits."

It was true, I was reaping plenty of benefits. As with a lot of married couples as we got older we had slipped into a rut. The frequency of our lovemaking had diminished to once a week and sometimes even once every two weeks. My sex life had dramatically improved once Bev had gone back to work. So I kept my dislike of Julie to myself, the same as I had for the last twenty years.

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The next four years slid by. Max was discharged and using his benefits from the service he went to college to earn a degree to back up what the service had taught him about computers. Julie graduated with a degree in Marketing and landed a job with a large advertising agency and Bev had moved up in her company to become the office manager. She was still stopping one a week after work with her co-workers, but Julie had gotten married again and their dinner nights slacked off to once every two weeks, but I was still reaping the benefits.

My world turned upside down on a Monday in June. I was taking a client to lunch and we were sitting at a table at Carl's Chop House when he said:

"I wonder if today is my lucky day."

"I beg your pardon?"

"See the woman just walking over to the booth along the wall?"

I looked over and saw Julie. "Yes, I see her."

"I ran into her and another chick one night at a lounge over on Berkley. What a wild night that was. My buddy and me bought them drinks and danced a couple of dances with them and when I hit on her all she said was, "You got a place?" The two of them were like nymphos. Me and my buddy couldn't keep up with them. They wrung us out. That one" and he pointed at Julie, "Suggested to the other one that they go back to the lounge and see if they could pick up two more. The other one thought about it for a minute and then said no, that she had to hurry home to her husband and then she took her wedding rings out of her purse and put them on. Can I ask her to join us?"

I was saved from having to say anything because just as Cliff was standing up to go over to Julie her husband came in and joined her. "Oh well," Cliff said, "You snooze, you lose."

We finished our lunch and left and luckily neither Julie or Paul noticed me. I don't know how I would have handled it if they had seen me and waved me over, especially with Cliff tagging along behind me.

After I left Cliff I went back to my office and stared out the window as I rolled what Cliff had told me over in my mind. The other woman couldn't have been Bev. She just wasn't that kind of a woman. It had to be some other friend of Julie's. I kept telling myself that, over and over, but the thought had been planted and it started to grow. Did I really know what Bev and Julie did when they went out? No, I only knew what Bev told me which was that she cock teased and then came home horny for me to take care of. Was it true? Did she only cock tease? And was she horny because of it? Or could she possibly be horny because some guy she picked up didn't get the job done and I had to come in and finish up. I didn't know, but I knew I had to find out.

I was ashamed of myself for doubting the woman I loved, but as tight as she and Julie were it was possible that Bev was the woman Cliff had seen with Julie. I didn't believe it, I really didn't, but a small very insistent voice in the back of my head kept saying:

"Check it out; put it to bed; eliminate the worry."

I made up my mind to follow Bev the next night she stopped with her co-workers and the next time she had dinner with Julie.

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I knew where Bev and her co-workers stopped and so I stopped by there one Monday after work and checked the place out. There were several dark corners where I could sit and barely be noticed. The question was where would Bev and her friends sit? Figuring that there would be at least six of them I eliminated to booths. Bev said they danced a lot so I thought they would probably sit as close to the dance floor as they could get. They would probably put at least two tables together so I looked around the room and picked what I thought would be the most likely spot.

I needed a disguise just in case Bev or Julie did look toward my dark corner. I have 20/20 vision so I bought a pair of heavy horn rimmed reading glasses and punched out the lenses. I never wore a hat so a ball cap with the bill pulled down would partially cover my face. A work shirt with a pocket protector full of pens and pencils would take the place of my normal three piece suit and complete the disguise and I could only hope and pray that it would be enough. If Bev or Julie spotted me and saw through the disguise there would be hell to pay. There wouldn't be any way I could explain it and not come out looking bad. Especially if Bev were innocent.

But I had to know! I just had to know!

Wednesday was the day that Bev and he co-workers always stopped. They got off work at 5 o'clock so at ten to five I was sitting in my dark corner waiting for Bev and her group to arrive. The night went pretty much as Bev had always described it. I say pretty much because she left out a few things when she told me what she did. Like the fact that some guys got their hands inside her blouse, some guys slid their hands down the inside of the front of her skirt (and probably her panties) and she made no move to push those hands away. She never mentioned running her hand over the bulge in their pants and rubbing it or squeezing it.

One of the things she did tell me was that she never even so much as kissed a guy and that was a flat out lie. I watched her make out with three different guys in their booths or at their tables, but there were no trips out to the parking lot. The one thing that I did see that really bothered me was that I saw her left hand was bare - she had taken her rings off. What was it Cliff had said? When it was time for the woman to go home she took her wedding rings out of her purse and put them on?

Bev was usually home by ten-thirty so at ten I began looking for an opening where I could get up without being noticed and get out of the bar so I could be home when she got there. I saw her look at her watch and she said something to Julie and the two of them got up and headed for the ladies room. I got up and left as soon as they disappeared through the bathroom door.

I was in bed when Bev got home and she was stripping off her clothes as she came through the doorway.

"Ready for me lover? I'm really horny tonight."

I'll just bet you are I thought to myself as I pushed the covers off me and exposed my erection.

"Dirty old man" she said as she climbed on the bed and moved into a sixty-nine with me. As her hot mouth closed on my cock I was looking at her pussy and wondering if any of the fingers on the hands that had gone down the front of her skirt had reached it and entered it. She pushed it down at me and I began to lick and suck.

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She didn't have dinner with Julie that week. The following Wednesday found me in my dark corner and watching again. The night was a repeat of the previous Wednesday with one exception. Bev was making out in a booth with some guy and from where I was sitting the angle was perfect for me to be able to see under the table of the booth where Bev and the guy were sitting. He had his cock out and Bev was giving him a hand job as they necked. I was watching when he erupted and I saw Bev wipe her hand on his pants leg. She brought her hand out from underneath the table, licked her fingers and then she kissed him.

It was at that instant that I knew that Bev was the woman that Cliff had seen with Julie. The previous Wednesday had been just what Bev had always said it was; drinking, dancing and some cock teasing, though more than she let on, but when she licked the guys cum off her fingers I knew. Now all I needed was visual proof that she was fucking other men. I got up and left the bar and didn't much care if Bev or Julie recognized me at all.

I was in bed pretending to be asleep when Bev got home and when she shook me I just mumbled and kept my head on the pillow. She shook me twice more and then reached for my cock. She stroked it and it didn't respond. For the first time in twenty-five years Bev's touch did not get a response. I lay there as she fondled me and replayed in my mind the scene where she licked the guys cum off of her fingers and I wanted to smack her hand away and scream at her to get the fuck away from me. The only reason I didn't was because I had to keep my cool until I could catch her actually fucking someone. Bev finally gave up and went to sleep leaving me to stare at the wall and think nothing but bad, bad thoughts.

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The next morning at the breakfast table Bev asked, "What happened to you last night. I came home horny as a goat and looking to get some of your first class horniness medicine and I couldn't get you up."

"I wasn't feeling all that well. Something I ate didn't agree with me and after several trips to worship at the porcelain throne I took some Sominex and tried to go to sleep."

"Try and get better today lover, because I'm having dinner with Julie tonight and you know what that means. Couple that with last nights residual and you are going to have your work cut out for you."

I was parked down the street when Bev got off work. I saw Julie get in Bev's car with her and when they drove off I followed them. Bev drove to Duke's Steak House and they parked and went inside. Duke's was just a restaurant so I knew they would be staying only long enough to eat so I parked at the back of the lot and waited for them to come back out.

They came out an hour later and I followed them across town to a place called Barney's Roadhouse. They parked and went inside and I gave them a half-hour head start and then put my disguise on. I figured that the half-hour would give them time to become interested in or involved with someone and with luck they might not notice me come in. My disguise wasn't all that good; it would work in a dark corner, but I didn't know how it would hold up away from darkness. Luck was with me when I walked in. Bev and Julie were sitting in a booth with two men and they were busy talking and never even looked my way.

I found a place where I could sit and watch them and checked my watch. Bev was usually home by ten-thirty so if anything was going to happen it should happen soon. According to Cliff they had spent over two hours in his room. If that held true for every night Bev and Julie went out together something would have to happen in the next fifteen or twenty minutes.

Ten minutes went by and I saw Bev say something to Julie, look at her watch and then get up and head for the woman's bathroom. A minute later the guy she had been talking to got up and went towards the men's bathroom. I sat there sipping my beer waiting for them to come back when suddenly it hit me. Women always go to the bathroom in pairs, but Julie didn't get up and follow Bev. Add to that the fact that Bev left her purse on the table for Julie to watch. What woman goes to the bathroom in a bar or restaurant without taking her purse with her if only to touch up her makeup?

I got up and headed for the bathrooms. There was a long hallway with a door on each side and the two bathrooms were at the end of the hall. I checked the doors on either side of the hall and they weren't locked. I looked in both of them and found one full of beer cases and the other full of folding tables and chairs. There was no exit so Bev and the guy had to be in the bathrooms. I checked the men's first and got the surprise of my life. The man had Bev pinned against the wall and was fucking her. Her panties were lying on the floor and her skirt was bunched up around her waist. He had her ass in his hands, her arms were around his neck and her legs were wrapped around him. He was banging into her hard and I could hear little grunts each time he drove home.

There were three guys standing there watching and discussing the possibility that they could be next. Bev was moaning as the man slammed into her and the guy said:

"Here it comes honey. I hope you got protection cause I ain't pulling out."

Thirty seconds later he pulled out of her and Bev slid down to the floor in front of him and she took his limp cock in her mouth and began sucking on him. I watched her use her lips and tongue on him as the three guys asked if they could be next.

"How about it sweet cheeks, want to pull a train?"

Bev took her mouth off him long enough to say "no" and then she went back to sucking his cock.

"Sorry guys" the man said, "She doesn't mind putting on a show, but I guess I'm enough for her tonight."

His cock started to stiffen and Bev stood up, turned and grabbed the sink and bent forward. The man moved behind her and slid his cock into her cunt. She grunted when he slammed into her. The look on her face was one of pure lust and she was moaning, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes" as he pounded into her. The man nailed her steady for about five minutes and then he said:

"Second load baby, on the way."

"Yes, yes, yes," Bev moaned as she pushed her ass back at him.

The other three watchers, aware that they weren't going to get any and figuring the show was over, finished their business and left. The man stepped back from Bev, grabbed her skirt and wiped his cock on it and then began to tuck it away. He looked at me and smirked as he said:

"Sorry sport, the lady said I was enough for her tonight."

The punch that broke his nose came as a complete surprise to him as did the kick in the balls that followed it. As he started to double up I grabbed him and rammed his head into the concrete block wall a couple of times before dropping him on the floor and kicking him three more times in the stones.

I turned to Bev and saw she was looking at me terrified. I took off the ball cap and fake glasses and tossed them on top of the man lying on the floor clutching at his crotch, moaning and gasping for air. I looked at Bev's left hand and saw that it was ringless.

"I probably shouldn't have been so hard on him because he didn't know you were married, but you knew you were. I hope you have a place to stay because I can't promise you I won't hurt you if you come home."

I turned and walked out of the bathroom and as I was walking by the booth where Julie and the other guy were still sitting I saw he had his hand inside her blouse and she was smiling at him. I took out my cell phone and snapped a picture of it and when Julie looked up I said:

"Paul will love seeing this."

Her face turned white and I left the bar and went home.

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I haven't seen or talked to Bev since that night in the bar. She called three dozen times in the days following that night, but I wouldn't talk to her. She has called two or three times a week since then and as soon as I hear her voice I hang up. Max and Julie call me once or twice a week to try and get me to talk to their mother and I refuse just as I refuse to tell them why.

"If your mother wants to tell you she can, but I'm not saying anything about it."

I called Paul and told him I had something to send him and asked for his email address. He called me after he got the picture and asked me about it and I told him the whole sad story from the time Cliff clued me in until the night I took the picture. I heard that he tossed Julie out on her ass.

The house was too big for just me and I didn't need all the memories that came with the place so I moved out and Bev moved in until we had to sell it as part of the divorce settlement. When we closed on the sale of the house I sent Max with my power of attorney so I would have to look at Bev.

The divorce is final tomorrow and I'll be free to get on with my life. Will I miss Bev? I already do, and as strange as it may sound I still have some love for her. You can't just turn off twenty-five of love and affection like you can hit a light switch and turn the lights off and on.

Could I have stayed with her? No. I could have handled her night out with her co-workers if it had been no worse than it had been the first night I watched. I could have done it even though it was a lot raunchier than she led me to believe, but there was no way I could have lived with the woman who let herself be fucked in a public restroom in front of a crowd, no fucking way!

Three's A Crowd

Three's A Crowd [part 4 of 5]
By: tlc1220too (tlc1220too@yahoo.com)

For those who haven't read the preceding chapters, I'm just an average guy who after many, many, many years of being made to feel like the worst lover ever on the face of the planet, found an opportunity to explore his sexual prowess via a patch called adultery. This is the fourth of my accounts. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------------

Now back at home with the family after well over a year working in another state, I began to settle into my new job. While sometimes stressful and demanding, I've found that once I get into the routine, I have a bit of free time on my hands. At this point in time, the Internet wasn't as closely guarded as it is today and I was able to browse the personal ads in my down times. One caught my eye, in that it was a couple looking for a third. It seems the wife had needs the husband couldn't fulfill and he was soliciting some help. Now granted, this is a bit kinky, but I was game to at least explore the possibilities and so an answer I shot off the ad.

A few days later, I received a reply and we began to converse a bit via e-mail. The couple were about my age, both being a few years older than myself. We seemed to hit it off OK and we decided to meet at a motel that was relatively close to us both. Denny was retired from a medical condition. He and I had a lot in common having grown up on small farms and both having worked for a chemical company at some point in our respective careers. His wife Nancy seemed very nice, not too quiet but not loud or boisterous either. I met them in their room and we talked a bit. Denny explained that he'd had prostrate cancer and couldn't perform any longer, but added that he and Nancy had they're way of dealing with their needs at home but Nancy needed a hard cock now and then. After perhaps 30 minutes, Nancy said, "Would you like to freshen up a bit before we begin?" That took me back a bit, this being my first such experience, but I replied, "Yes, a shower might be a good idea after working all day." And so I adjourned to the bathroom wondering what I've let myself in for here.

I showered quickly and slipped my clothes back on, not knowing exactly how to begin in this situation. As I turned the corner into the bedroom, I found I was highly overdressed with both of them sitting there stark naked and the bed turned down. "I guess I'm a bit over dressed," I chuckled. "Yes, you are." Nancy softly smiled. So, off came my clothes and she and I settled into the bed. Denny said, "I'll just watch if that's OK and maybe join in later." Nancy was about 5' 7" I'm guessing, slim, with probably 32A breasts, 30 inch waist and 36 inch hips I'm guessing.

OK, this was going to be odd to say the least. I wasn't accustomed to performing on command but what the hell, if it works, it works. If not, nothing much loss except perhaps some pride.

Nancy and I began kissing, caressing and getting our bodies as close as possible. She responded very nicely to my kisses and caresses. I began kissing my way down her neck to her breasts. Whale her breasts were small, her nipples were dark brown, an inch or so long and the diameter of a thick pencil eraser. I heard her suck in air quickly as my tongue circled her right nipple and then sucked it into my eager lips. I rolled her left nipple between my fingers, pulled gently on it and kissed my way across her chest to it to give it the same treatment her right had received. "Yesssssssss...", she hissed.

This being a good sign, I spent several minutes tongue lashing her nipples, suckling them and biting them softly. I let my hands roam down her stomach to her thighs, caressing them as I went. When I reached her neatly trimmed bush, her legs parted allowing me free access. I let my fingers slide down the inside of her thigh and lightly brush across the lips of her pussy. Her breathing became deeper, more measured. I kissed my way down her tummy which while a bit relaxed from the years, still slim and soft. I marched my lips down her torso, lighting tugging on her bush with my teeth as I made my way south. I landed kisses and love bites to the inside of her thighs. As I glanced upward, I could see her pussy lips were now plump, engorged. There were beads of her love juices dancing on her bush and to my great delight, her clit was standing tall like a little soldier guarding the fort. Nancy had the largest clitoris I'd ever seen. It was as big around as my pinkie and probably 3/4" to an inch long. It looked like a little cock peeking out from under it's hood. I let my tongue lightly slide along the edges of her pussy lips. Nancy thrust her hips upward pushing her pussy into my face. I circled her clit with my tongue once and again she thrust her savory cunt upward toward my face. I sucked her clit into my mouth in one slurp.

"OH MY GOD, YES!", was her response. In no time at all, her pelvic ridge was bumping my nose in a steady rt hymn, her legs encircled my neck and clamped my head to her by now sopping gash. My tongue danced on her clit then buried itself as deep as I could into her cunt. Nancy's legs clamped even harder around my head as her body shuddered and a low moan escaped her lips, then she relaxed. She pulled me up to her and kissed me. "Mmmmm, I think you're going to do very nicely." she whispered.

We rested a few minutes then began again following much the same routine. If you've read my previous works, you know I love to eat pussy and satisfy my lover. Fair or not, we men do have limitations whereas I've found some women seem to have none. As I slipped back between Nancy's legs, Denny stirred and walked over to Nancy holding his semi-hard dick in his hand. It was considerably smaller than my own but I've also learned it isn't the size that matters so much as what you do with it. Denny presented is dick to his wife who eagerly began to suck it as her pussy continued to gain lubrication and thrusting it into my eager mouth. Denny didn't last long and soon retreated to his chair in the corner.

Nancy moaned to me, "Come up here, baby. I want that cock of yours inside me." Upward I kissed my way to her open arms and lips. Kissing her, I tasted Denny on her lips but it wasn't bad. Nancy reached between us and grasped my rigid cock, rubbed it up and down her oozing slit then guided me into her steaming cunt. It must have been awhile since she'd had a cock because she was pretty snug and she moaned as I slid myself totally inside her. "Oh yes, baby, fuck me, please, fuck me" she whispered in my ear. I began to pump myself in and out of her, her juices lubricating me to the point I was smoothly pistoning in and out of her in short order. Nancy wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me ever deeper into her with my every thrust. I hadn't had any real pussy in awhile myself so I didn't last all that long myself, maybe 10 to 15 minutes. I could feel the soft spongy resistance of her cervix when I really started pounding her. All I heard were her moans and cooing as I did my best to drive my cock through her body. Once again she began to tense up and her cunt began to grasp my cock like a vise. That was it, I unloaded one, two, three, four ropes of cum deep into her eager womb and collapsed on top of her.

"Oh my, you are a machine," she purred and she hugged me close and gave me a deep kiss.

I was able to recover fairly quickly and we went at it three or four more times that session. While I really enjoyed it, I wasn't 100% sure if I'd made the grade until the next day when I opened my e-mail I saw a message from them. It was from Nancy. "You were wonderful. I'm a bit sore today from the pounding that cock of yours gave me, but it's a good sore. I like it. I hope we can see you again soon." - Nancy.

Over the next several months, we met about every three to four weeks, ususally at a motel about 45 minutes from their home. There were some fast food places and a strip club nearby it. The routine was that I'd arrive, shower, make love to Nancy once or twice then Denny would join in for his jollies, then he'd leave to get a bite to eat or just hang out at the strip joint for an hour or so leaving Nancy and I alone. We talked quite a bit over that period of time. She told me how she'd not always been all that interested in sex until she and Denny separated for a time and during that time a boyfriend she acquired introduced her to sex like she'd never experienced. He'd turned out to be a sleaze as a man but he had awakened a desire she didn't know existed. When she and Denny got back together it was okay for a time but never like with her boyfriend and then when the prostrate cancer hit, she said she about went nuts. They'd finally agreed that they'd look for some surrogate assistance. I wasn't their first, but I may have very well been the last.

They invited me to their home a couple of times, but mostly we met at a motel midway between us. On one occasion, while I was going down on Nancy, I felt a warm, wet feeling around my cock. Denny had ambushed me! I didn't freak out but it was a bit unsettling. Had I had some warning, it might have gone better but as it was, I didn't enjoy that at all. The next week, Denny asked if I'd like to meet for lunch via IM. I asked him why and his response was "So we could have some dessert." to which I responded, "Dessert?" His response, "Blowjob". I told him that while I couldn't explain why, it just wasn't the same when he did that versus Nancy. The subject never came up again, but the next time we met in the motel, while I was in the bathroom getting out of the shower I overheard him tell Nancy, "Get this over with. I don't want to be here all night while you get your jollies." Nancy was a bit miffed at him, telling him to fuck off. I think it was that night after Denny had left the room for his sandwich or whatever, that Nancy and I agreed it was better when it was just the two of us. I think that was also when, after she'd cum for the third or fourth time until the urging of my tongue that she smiled at me as I came up for air and said, "I don't know what it is you do down there, but my God, it drives me crazy and please don't ever stop!" lol

The last time I saw Nancy, she had called and invited me to spend the night at their home. Denny and his son had left to drive to Flordia for a vacation. Nancy had some things she had to do before she could fly down to join them. It was a magical night. When I arrived in their city, she had go to a local shopping center where I called to let her know I was in town. She came to pick me up. "Nosy neighbors" she said. We drove to their home where I was hunkered down in the seat so it would appear she was alone. Once inside we quickly went to their basement which was finished very nicely. We immediately we clenched in a passionate embrace. I quickly noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and began to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples through her blouse. "Mmmmm..." came a warm reply. I clasped her ass in my hands and pulled her close to me as her arms encircled my head, running her fingers through my hair and shoving her tongue down my throat, or so it semed. After several minutes of this mutual groping, carressing, kissing and pressing our bodies as close as possible, I slipped my hand between us and down the front of her slacks. The were loose fitting and it was an easy task. I soon found my way to her already wet cunt and to my delight her clit was standing at attention and begging to be carressed, which I began to do in earnest. It wasn't long that her breathing deepened and she moaned, "I'm going to cum if you don't stop." "Cum for me, baby" I whispered, "I know there's plenty more where that will come from." and she let go, "Aaarrgh! Oh FUCK yes!" she gasped as she thrust her pelvis forward engulfing my fingers.

There was a futon nearby and I quickly got rid of her blouse, slacks and panties. She sat back on the futon and had a look on her face I'd seen many times before. Her eyes were glassy with lust. Her hands flew to my belt and in short order I too was nude. She spread hear legs and lifted them toward her chest. "Get that cock in me and NOW!" she hissed. Who was I to refuse? I moved closer to her and she reached out and grabbed my rigid cock and pulled me to her gaping pussy, slick with her own desire. It was like dipping my cock in boiling oil. "Oooooooh YES, fuck me, baby, FUCK ME!" she screamed. I drove my cock all the way in with one thrust. Her legs encircled me, trapping me close to her but giving me adequate room to begin a steady rthymn. Soon our bodies were slapping together as I drove as hard and deep as I could into her eager body. "Oh YES, that's it. Fuck me harder. Faster! Give me all of that delicious cock!" she urged. It was a good thing we were in the basement. I think she'd have been heard three blocks away if we hadn't. Soon, that familiar tickling in my balls was upon me. "I'm going to cum if I keep this up" I gasped. "GOOD! Cum in me, fill me with your cum, NOW" she gasped as I felt her own orgasm begin. Her pussy was so good. It clamped down on my like a vise then kneaded my cock, sucking me dry. As I softened, my cock slipped out of her with a "PLOP!" and a suction noise.A large glob of our combined cum followed soaking into the futon. "Oh no!" I said, "We'll stain your cushion." "So what?" she said as she arose, "I'll just flip it over and now one will ever notice." We spent that night making love with a goodly amount of animalistic fucking mixed in for good measure. Denny called to tell her they'd arrived at their destination in Florida. I heard Nancy tell him I'd come by for a visit. I couldn't hear what he may have said, but I got the feeling he wasn't happy about it. She didn't tell him I was spending the night.

The next morning, we had a lovely breakfast and she took me back to my car. She was on her way to the airport to catch her flight. We e-mailed one another later in the day and I asked her how her flight was. She said it was good, but she slept most of the way. She also said she was a bit sore from our antics. I apologized but she said, "No need. It was a good ache. I loved it and loved even more gettting it."

That was pretty much the last I heard from her. I wrote a few times to see if I'd done something wrong, but never got an answer. I'm guessing Denny was totally pissed and forbade her to see me again. That is a shame indeed. Would I see her again, given the chance? Absolutely.