Finally, after probably ten minutes of intense breast foreplay, I totally lost my head and took the chance, putting my hand up her shorts. Rather than doing it slowly, I knew that time was not on my side and the odds would eventually catch up with me. I wasn’t about to miss my chance. I wanted to spend a whole bunch of time playing with her legs, teasing her for the inevitable event. But I knew I had to by-pass it so I slowly put my hand up the leg of her loose shorts and went straight to her pussy. She had nothing on under her shorts to navigate.
Even though I wasn’t surprised that she was soaking wet, it was still a huge rush when I touched her there. Gently, she reached down and held my wrist as if to say “no”, but didn’t make an issue of it, closing her eyes and moving her body with my touch. I wanted to spend more time just slowly caressing her lips down there, to explore her charms, but the urgency dictated that I keep it short. Instead, I stroked her wet channel for a short while then almost attacked her swollen clit with my fingers.
I jumped when she reacted with a very audible moan. As the sound came out of her, she thrust her hips forward against my fingers as if trying to aid me. I quickly glanced to see if he had heard it. If so, he didn’t show it so I went back to my wonderful task. Her hand had moved from my wrist to my arm as I continued to manipulate that little piece of stiffened nerves. I was so afraid I was going to come on myself that I was holding my breath.
All at once her body stiffened. I had seen her do this before and knew her climax was imminent. My reaction was to give her a deep kiss for the sole purpose of muffling her sound when she came. Which she did, body shaking all over and thrusting her hips back and forth against my fingers. When I felt safe to remove my mouth from hers, I saw that her eyes were open, but rolled back in her head. I couldn’t stop rubbing and I don’t think she could stop reacting.
After that, I watched them both and played it out as long as I dared. I removed my fingers from her clit and inserted them deeply into her very animated pussy. Her walls were pulsating around my two fingers, hips thrusting forward then returning almost with a sucking sensation as she did it. I could only imagine what it would have been like if my cock had been inside her.
Soon after, I stopped moving my fingers at all, enjoying the effect as I allowed her to hump them on her own, with me making no effort at all as she was pumping her ass slowly onto them. It may have seemed forever, but it was probably less than ten minutes when she came again in a shuddering orgasm. But this time it was much slower, more controlled, and very quiet. It was wonderful!!
He started to move around and I quickly backed off. I never came with her that night. After it was all over and I went home, what had happened really sunk in and I never went that way again. The touching and flashing continued, but we both left it at that. There were a number of times that she excused herself after one of our little touching episodes and went to her room for a short while. I had already witnessed what she did in the other room. It was obvious that she enjoyed the attention from another man and it greatly excited her.
I won’t try to go into every detail, but will give you two short events that really highlighted the following months.
One night they were having two of the single guys in the unit over to play cards with them. I knew them both and they were really nice men and both very attractive. I waited until about eleven and went into the side gate. They were in the living room and playing cards on a small card table and having drinks. By that time, they were starting to get a little loud so I knew the booze had started to kick in.
I could see under the table very well, and she had these guys sitting on either side. She got up once and went into the kitchen. She was wearing a real long tee shirt with obviously nothing else. You probably know what I mean, those mid-thigh ones with the little splits up the sides. Even from outside I could see her protruding nipples and no panty line. I guess the two of them was following up on my idea about the excitement of wearing no underwear with others around.
I watched them for a while and just as I decided I should leave before I got caught, one of the guys put his hand on her leg under the table. She didn’t push it away. After a while, he became more and more bold and, finally, if he wasn’t feeling bush he was close. Occasionally, she would push his hand away. It was obvious that it was going to remain a “hand high on the thigh” thing.
Everybody kept laughing and having a good time. After about 30 minutes of this, she excused herself for a minute and went into the bedroom. I followed her there from the outside.
She closed the bedroom door, leaned back against it, put her hand under the shirt and brought herself to a huge but quiet orgasm, actually dropping to her knees during it. After a while she went back in and continued as if nothing had happened. I left, knowing I was pushing it, but it supported my thoughts concerning her actions the many times when I was there and she excused herself. I got great pleasure after that when I was around her and she would excuse herself after my advances. I knew what was going on.
The other event that really stands out even to this day concerns a vibrator. He told me one night that he had splurged and bought a vibrator (after all my stories concerning them) but hadn’t told her yet. He was going on a short trip that was going to keep him overnight. I convinced him not to give it to her, but rather call her the night he was gone and tell her where it was so she could use it while he was gone and could tell him all about it the next night. He actually did it.
She had a very set pattern (of which I was well aware) of taking a shower at exactly nine at night. I was there that night outside, hoping for a show. About 20 minutes after she got out of the shower the phone rang and she was obviously talking to him. Her eyes got sort of big all of a sudden and she went over and looked behind their couch.
She pulled out the vibrator. Even though she was laughing over the phone with him, in fact she was examining it very carefully. She even turned it on so he could hear it and eventually hung up the phone. She laid it aside and watched TV off and on but continued to go back to it, holding it, turning it off and on, rubbing it on her hand, leg, face etc.
Finally, she slid her top down, exposing a breast. As she ran the vibrator over her nipple, there was an audible gasp that I heard even outside. She worked over both breasts for a long while, most of the time with her mouth hanging open and eyes closed, before she eased it down her stomach until she hit the mother load. It was almost instant!
Her body arched, her mouth stayed open with huge moans coming out, and away she went. I have been with a lot of women in my life but I don’t think I can remember a woman coming as hard as she did after a few minutes. It was loud and hard, her body frozen in an arc that lifted her ass off the couch for a long time.
I can’t tell you how many times she came that night, but it was all night. I didn’t go home until late in the morning. He later told me it had become an important part of their sex life, always producing shattering orgasms from her. I didn’t say, “I know.”
All of this kept up for a total of fourteen months. Then first they, then I, got reassigned and I never heard from them again. Shortly after they left, the reality of what had transpired over the months set in and I had at least some regrets over it. Maybe I had abused them a little.
I’m a slow learner. Right after they left I got involved with a married woman and it didn’t pan out well at all. That’s another story.
Later, as I was driving all the way from Key West to the West Coast, I started really, really thinking about those two. I had looked through their window for over a year without ever being detected or even coming close. Even though we never screwed, there had been an enormous amount of touching and foreplay going on, never getting caught even though I really took some chances. I would mention a scenario and, almost always, have it played out for me. She obviously enjoyed attention from other men. (Maybe with his knowledge?) I did spend a lot of money on them.
H-m-m-m. Maybe THEY weren’t the ones being played!! I just started laughing.
The End
She Becomes More Than Just a Vet
Mike is a 36 year old man who lost his wife 10 years ago in a car accident. He was never able to have kids before she passed and they had been married only a couple of years.
They were high school sweethearts and never dated anyone else. They both loved horses but she had to work away from the farm to make enough money for the expenses. She wanted to stay at home and raise a family but Mike didn’t think they could afford it yet.
She died on her way to work after a fight about quitting her job. Mike has felt responsible ever since and believes God is punishing him for his decision.
Mike purchased a horse shortly before his wife died. It was his wife’s choice and her favorite one in the herd, now Midnight was lame and Mike needed professional help to help nurse her back to health.
He called Gwen a new vet in the area that specialized in equine care. Not only was she recommended as the best, she was also very easy on the eyes.
Even with this tragedy with Midnight being down, Mike longed for the comfort from a female but couldn’t get the courage up to ask Gwen on a date.
He called her and explained the situation to her and she made him feel better just by talking to him. It had been too long since Mike talked to someone as caring as she was.
She arrived within two hours and quickly went to work at saving Midnight. She examined the cuts on the quarter horse’s ankles and had a discouraged look in her face. Mike recognized this look and was overwhelmed by the feelings of when he was told by the sheriff that his wife was dead.
Gwen looked up at Mike and told him the news without any words. The sorrow in her eyes made Mike realize that there was nothing he could do.
Gwen grabbed Mike’s and hand and said, “I’m sorry.” Mike gently squeezed her hand and dropped to his knees in shock.
His face turned pale and he began to shake as he tried to hold back the tears. He was about to lose his only connection to his wife and there was nothing he could do. If only he hadn’t put Midnight in the new pasture without showing her where the fence was, If only he had made sure there were no obstacles that could tangle her feet, if only he had more time to care for those he loved, if only he hadn’t made his wife go to work.
He leaned over and looked Midnight in the eyes and could tell that the fight was gone. Forehead to forehead, Mike knew he would have to put Midnight down. As he began to cry, he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder.
He had all but forgotten Gwen behind him. Gwen the beautiful vet who had comforted him on the phone, Gwen the only woman to touch him since his wife died, Gwen the only one who knew what he was going through.
Gwen had put many animals down during her career as a vet and she had gotten used to the business end of death. She knew what her limits were and when it was the right thing to do. No other case had affected her in her job as much as this case was affecting her now.
She could see the pain Mike was going through and it touched her to see him sharing such emotions with his horse. His tears were real tears and his pain was real pain. Gwen didn’t know Mike but she had asked around and knew about his wife’s death. Now she was genuinely concerned more for him than she was for the Quarter horse.
She knelt down behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder and she heard him crying softly to himself. She also heard him tell Midnight that he was sorry. A tear started to form in Gwen’s eyes and her throat began to knot up. Why was she feeling this way? She didn’t even know Midnight.
When Mike felt Gwen’s hand he turned to look at her and saw her watery eyes. He knew he had to be strong or they would both be crying shortly. He asked if she could put Midnight down without any pain. Gwen nodded yes and grabbed a syringe.
She gently inserted the syringe into the juggler vein and slowly pushed its contents in. She moved back and let Mike say goodbye to Midnight with a big hug. Midnight looked into Mike’s eyes and peacefully went away. Gwen recognized the sign as she had seen it hundreds of times before. She took her stethoscope and held it to Midnights heart. She then checked for a pulse near the injection sight.
Midnight was gone. Gwen moved to the head, and gently closed Midnight’s eyes for the last time.
Mike got up to walk away from Midnight when he was sure that she was gone. He would have other horses but none that had the connection to him that Midnight had.
When he got to the barn where Gwen had her truck, he broke down into tears. He was no longer crying softly to himself. He was letting everything go that had been pent up inside him since his wife’s death. Now it was all coming back up.
Gwen gathered all of her supplies from around Midnight and walked back to the truck. She saw Mike was crying uncontrollably now and went over to try to comfort him. He grabbed her and hugged her harder than he had ever hugged anyone before. And he cried.
And he cried.
And he cried
Gwen felt Mike’s strength as he hugged her so tightly. She felt safe even if this guy was crying. She also started to feel something else stirring inside her.
Gwen felt Mike’s strength as he hugged her so tightly. She felt safe even if this guy was crying. She also started to feel something else stirring inside her.
The entire time Gwen was going through school, she stayed focused. She knew she had spent a lot of time and money to become a vet and she wasn’t going to let a boy distract her now.
Then when she moved to a new area, she didn’t have any opportunities to meet anyone new. She wanted her business to be successful and sometimes that meant going out at 3 am to deliver a calf by cesarean or flip a twisted stomach. The hours were terrible, the money wasn’t great, and she smelled like shit when she would go home, but there was something about saving these animals that Gwen really liked.
She looked at every case as a challenge and she read even more then when she was taking classes. Now is when it mattered and Gwen would not let herself screw up for lack of effort.
Now she had Mike holding her tight because he needed someone, anyone to be there for him. Lucky for her, she was there and not the previous vet.
Gwen began to notice how strong Mike was as the rubbed her hands along his back. Even though he was 6 inches taller than she was, he had ducked down to hug her. Gwen could feel his entire body against hers even though she was wearing her think coveralls.
Since it was a warm summer day, she began to sweat from the heat and from Mike holding her so closely. Mike composed himself and said, “I’m really sorry, Doc. I don’t know what got in to me. Midnight was my favorite horse and it was just so hard. I’m so embarrassed that you had to see me this way.”
Gwen gave him a hug and whispered in his ear, “I know Midnight was a good horse. You don’t need to apologize for anything.”
Gwen stepped back and started to unzip her coveralls as they were much too hot for the temperature.
Even though Gwen has a dirty job, she still likes to dress like a girl. Underneath her coveralls, she had her favorite pair of tight jeans and a red tank top because she knew it was going to be a hot one today.
Mike’s eyes lit up as he watched Gwen stop out of her coveralls. He never realized how beautiful she was until now. Her long blonde hair had been tied up but now was loose, full, with some waves. Her gentle face, blue eyes, and gorgeous lips accentuated her face. The rest of her body was just exciting. Mike couldn’t help but notice her large breasts and guessed them to be at least 36C.
Gwen suddenly felt Mike’s eyes examining her as she let her hair down. She liked the attention from this nice looking guy and she felt her nipples getting harder as a light breeze was blowing through.
Mike moved in to hug Gwen again and thanked her for everything she has done for him. He apologized again for being a baby. Gwen laughed as she hugged him tight this time.
She couldn’t help but notice the feel of his erect penis as she pulled him close. Was I having this effect on him, she asked herself.
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Mike felt his erection growing when Gwen pulled him close and thought he felt her push against him. This was a feeling he had not felt in a long time. Being self conscious, he moved away so as not to embarrass Gwen.
As he pulled away, his eyes locked on Gwen’s but for a moment. He moved his hand behind her head and leaned in slowly. He kissed her on the lips and didn’t feel any resistance. He pulled away and looked into her eyes again.
He didn’t see any fear or regrets and moved in again. This time Gwen was meeting him as it had been way too long since she felt like this and the moment seemed right. She didn’t have any place to be and her work was done for the weekend.
Mike slowly kissed her top lip with short soft kisses before moving to her bottom lip the same way. This was new to Gwen as all the other boys had kissed her forcefully in the past. She knew Mike was different and she was enjoying this far more than she should.
Mike continued his slow, soft kisses but they eventually grew longer with more pressure applied. He began tracing her top lip with his tongue as he kissed her. Gwen parted her lips to allow her tongue to find his.
Mike pulled away to catch his breath. They were both breathing heavily, but he had to continue because it felt so good. He kissed her neck, sucked her ear lobe, and kissed her cheek before kissing her firmly on the lips. This time it was full of passion that was equally meant by Gwen. Mike’s hands began to explore the rest of Gwen as he moved her over to the soft meadow hay in the nearby barn.
Meadow is what the early settlers used to make their beds out of because it was so soft and the grass blades didn’t poke through the bedding.
Mike stopped only to throw down the blanket he had used to ride Midnight over a broken bale of hay.
He moved back to Gwen and began kissing her again. As he kissed her this time, he began to lift her shirt over her head.
He reached behind and tried to release her bra with one hand but he was out of practice. Gwen giggled and reached around to help him. Mike’s heart stopped when he saw how beautiful Gwen’s breasts were with the bra removed. He gently grabbed them with both hands as he began to kiss around the outside edges of her breasts.
Mike knew that this was something that he was going to take his time with. He also knew that it drove women crazy to tease the nipples by going around them before giving them any attention. He continued to just brush Gwen’s nipples with his lips as he moved back and forth between them.
When all the areas were covered with soft kisses, Mike sucked the right nipple hard into his mouth. He rolled the nipple with his tongue while pulling slightly with his teeth.
Gwen was getting weak in the knees as she had never felt anything like this before.
Mike felt Gwen’s knees giving out and helped her down to the blanket. Now he could continue to work on her left nipple while his left hand played with her right nipple and his right hand began to undo her jeans.
There was no stopping now as neither one of them had ever felt so much passion from anyone in their lives. It felt so good from Mike to feel Gwen and for Gwen to feel Mike.
There was no stopping now as neither one of them had ever felt so much passion from anyone in their lives. It felt so good from Mike to feel Gwen and for Gwen to feel Mike.
Mike’s right hand had now made its way underneath Gwen’s panties. He was slowly working his fingers down as he continued to suck on Gwen’s nipples.
As he moved to her pussy, he moved his face up to Gwen. He didn’t see any signs of hesitation, only anticipation as he kissed her hard and full on the lips at the same time, he inserted his finger into her pussy.
Gwen arched her back as it felt so good, but Mike continued to kiss her like she’s never been kissed before. He inserts another finger as his thumb is now working on her clit. His left hand is twisting and pulling her nipples ever so slightly.
Gwen can’t take it no more. Her body is on sensory overload as Mike is kissing her so passionately, while stimulating her nipples and her pussy. She cums with a loud moan.
Mike slows his kissing to allow both of them to catch their breath. Gwen takes this opportunity to turn the table on Mike. She makes him lay down as she slowly unbuttons his jeans. She can’t help but notice his washboard abs and strong muscles. She also sees that he is nicely tanned from all the outside work he has been doing.
She slides his pants down and giggles to herself and she sees the whitest legs ever. Growing up on a farm she knows that it hurts to bad to handle bales of hay in shorts and remembers when her father and brothers would have golden brown chests, back and arms but white legs.
Mike’s pants are setting in the hay next to Gwen’s. She moves up to give him a full kiss but only this time she controls the pace with short soft kisses.
She can tell that it is having an effect on Mike because he is trying to kiss her harder but she pulls away. Her right hand is moving over his firm chest as she moves from his lips to his neck and down to his nipples.
She kisses his nipple hard without all the teasing he had put her through. She is in a hurry to move along his body as her right hand is racing to his boxers.
Her hand quickly reaches through his opening and grabs his large erect penis. She pulls it out of the fly of his boxers and eagerly begins to suck on his penis.
Mike is able to lean forward and he grabs Gwen’s waist to spin her around. She is now straddling his chest in the 69 position. She continues to suck on his cock as he reaches up and removes her panties.
He holds her vaginal lips apart as he brings his tongue between them. He can taste Gwen’s sweet nectar from cumming before and he’s determined to make her cum again before she can bring him over the edge.
He moves two fingers inside as he continues to stimulate her clit with his tongue. Gwen can’t take it anymore and lowers herself right on his face. She tries to focus on giving him the best blow job she can but he’s so good at what he’s doing. Gwen has never been so turned on.
Mike sends Gwen over the edge a second time when he sucks on her clit and begins to hum with pleasure. His fingers are still inside her hitting all the right spots as she cums even harder than she did before.
Mike’s distraction worked but now Gwen is running her tongue up and down his shaft as she massages his balls. She really wants him to cum for her but she feels a growing need to have him inside her.
She sucks his cock hard one more time before turning to face him. She grabs his penis with her right hand and slowly guides him to her opening. She looks at him as she lowers herself onto his throbbing cock.
Mike’s eyes roll back in his head and he thrusts up to meet Gwen. Soon they are meeting every thrust hard and with so much passion. The sweat is giving their bodies sheen in the sunlight as they continue to fuck each other. Mike pulls Gwen down on top of him as he gives her the most passionate kiss of the day. Gwen in melting in his arms when she feels his right hand reach behind her. She feels him insert a finger into her anus as his other hand works her nipples.
This sends her over the edge for the third time and Mike feels her pussy contracting around his cock. He releases his sperm inside her wave after wave.
Gwen collapses on top of Mike and they both lay there for a couple minutes as they regain their breath. They both know deep down inside their relationship will continue.
The End
“Did you take Brenda out much before?”
“Not often enough I guess. Maybe I was taking her for granted a bit too much. But Marie really drove the wedge between us though. I mean, after they started going out, if I tried to get some time in with Brenda she’d either refuse because of Marie, or she’d get mad at me for trying to take her away from her sister… the bitch. Sorry… Marie isn’t one of my favorite people right at the moment. Anyway, with Marie competing for Brenda’s attentions with me, it was bound to happen eventually I suppose. Drifting apart I mean.”
“Did you bring Brenda flowers or compliment her for no reason at all? You know… did you make love to her often?”
“I don’t think our sex life has…”
“You don’t get it Jeff. I said ‘Make Love’ not have sex. There is a difference and making love doesn’t necessarily mean having sex you know. Women love to made love to. That means endearments, caresses, flowers and candy, romance… you know… were you romancing her?”
“Oh. Well… not really. I mean, we’ve been together so long I guess I just assumed…”
“That the hard work and effort needed to keep her was a thing of the past?”
“No. I mean… damn… you have a hard way of putting things don’t you? I know one thing though, I shouldn’t have to keep fighting to keep her faithful to me, that’s something that placing the ring on her finger should have stopped totally.”
“Okay, I can see your point there. I also know that a couple need to keep each other close to each other’s heart. Small things, here and there, add up to the big thing… know what I mean?”
“Okay, I guess I could have and should have been working harder at letting her know what I thought and how I felt. I suppose I could have tried being more romantic too.”
“Bingo.” Jill was working hard to make me think clearly, something I needed to do.
“But… she wouldn’t give me a chance after I realized I may be losing her. I mean… I tried to take her out, I tried to do things for her, and I even complimented her more trying to let her know that we needed equal time together. Marie had already taken that time away though. Some of the biggest fights of our marriage have been in the last few months over her and Marie’s girl’s night’s out. She was all about her sister and far less about us.”
“I hate to say this Jeff… but you two drifted apart. You should have noticed things a bit before the nights out right? I mean, what she did was flat out wrong, yes, but do you think that this would have happened if you two had been getting along better in the first place? Look, I know it’s not all or even mostly your fault Jeff, but I do believe she needed something at that time she wasn’t getting from you. If only she’d said something or you’d noticed it somehow, it would have prevented all of this I’d bet.”
“Maybe. You’re taking her side now though. I mean, it’s more than just me that caused this. It’s not my fault. I may have not helped my case much, but she is the one that refused to try after she knew I was trying. She locked me out, not the other way around. Besides that, SHE cheated on us… even though I was angry about her time spent with Marie, I never even thought about doing anything with some other woman, ever. I love Brenda too much to do that to her.”
“You’re right about that too. Let’s go back and see if you can ask her about that. Be direct, but keep calm. I know that Mark thinks the world of you two, and getting divorced over what happened won’t fix things really… for either of you. Talk it out… maybe love will bloom again and you can put this behind you. I say that because I heard you say ‘you love Brenda too much to have cheated on her’.”
I wish I could be as confident as this young woman was. Jill seemed to know things. I guess she had been old enough when her parents had their problem, she must have picked up some things along the way. Back at Mark’s, I found Brenda clear eyed and waiting for us.
“So Brenda, where are we?”
“I don’t know Jeff. I know where I want to be, but I don’t know if you will accept that or not.”
“Accept what?”
“I cheated on you. It was a one time thing that will never happen again, as long as I live. All I can say is that I’m so sorry, but that doesn’t make it go away. We will have to deal and cope with my cheating on you, and you will obviously have a hard time believing me from now on, since I destroyed any trust you had in me. Can you accept that I realize what I’ve done was wrong, that I’m sincerely sorry, will never do anything like that again… and can we move on from here?”
“I don’t really know Brenda. It’s not so much that you cheated, it’s how you cheated on us in a one night drunken… group thing. I mean… I’m not sure I could even accept one man, let alone four … and your sister too. That hurts. Actually, what hurts worse is I was trying to figure out how to win you back and you wouldn’t give me a chance. Now, you are asking me to give you a chance after you’ve been with four other men and a woman. I never cheated on you. I never strayed. Maybe I am guilty of not working on us enough, but I know it takes two to tango. I don’t know.”
“At least we can talk about it. I am sorry for having done what I did. Being with those men was not in my plans, ever. I never, ever intended to cheat on you. I hate to say it, but the alcohol helped me to get into the situation that allowed me to lose my inhibitions and do what I did. It was wrong. So very wrong. All I can say is, that things got way out of hand, and before I thought… Well, I never thought, I guess.”
“It leaves an ugly picture in my head Brenda. Were they better? Stronger? More virile? Larger? How much did you enjoy it? Why? I mean, the questions in my head fill me up to the point that I feel like there isn’t room for me. Anywhere. I also wonder if there is room for me in your life any more.”
“Don’t. Don’t say that! There will always be room in my life for you Jeff. I love you. Look, I screwed up big time and I can’t fix it. I can’t make that stupid, terrible night go away, or to have never happened. All I can do is try to move on, and hope you will forgive me some day, and maybe trust me some day again too. I don’t deserve it, and I know if it were you in my shoes I’m not so sure I could forgive and move on either. Those other men, they were just different. That’s all. I didn’t notice much of anything in particular, just the differences between them. It was like a deep dark fantasy come true for me that night, and with the alcohol added I just let loose when I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
“Okay, we have issues it seems… and neither of us knows what we can do now. Maybe we need a trial separation. Give us time to figure out what we both want.”
A large tear formed at the corner of one of Brenda’s eyes. As it began to fall I saw that she had been expecting this… or worse from me. I sort of hated that I had a small little bit of enjoyment in seeing the pain my idea generated in her. I sort of hated that I got a certain feeling of ‘so there bitch’ deep inside. But, in other ways those feelings were good for me. I loved her still and I didn’t want to lose her. Not without a fight anyway. But I also knew that to stay together while having those thoughts could lead to me getting even, or worse still, hurting her directly.
“I don’t want to lose you Jeff, but I know that you have every right to want to divorce me. I have no excuse to offer and nothing I can say could stop you from leaving me. If a trial separation is what you think we need, then I guess… as much as I hate the thought of it… that’s what we should do.”
“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE YOU TWO!”
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Jill stepped in between us and looked almost angry. I saw that she had something on her mind and she was going to push in and have her say, so I just sat there and said nothing.
“If you two go for this ’trial separation’ you’ll be divorced in no time at all. That’s what my parents did. All that does is keep you apart, not communicating. Bit by bit you drift off, worse than you have been, and the memories will eat you alive. Pretty soon there is only divorce. You need to separate, yes. Maybe in separate rooms though, not different houses. Then you both need to be together and see if you can work through the anger and pain. I know this because I saw it when it happened to my parents. Today, you go ask dad who he loves… He’ll say my mother. Mom will say the same thing, my father. Yet, they’re divorced and apart. NO WAY can you do this. You BOTH have to face this… mistake… head on.”
The authority in her voice rang with some truth to me. I knew what she was saying was reasonable. But what about those thoughts of mine, and my pleasure in Brenda’s pain? I looked at Brenda, and thought hard for a bit. Could I let her into my house again? Could I not want to kill her, or hurt her over the next weeks or months? Could I ever learn to cope with all that had happened now?
Jill’s voice cut through the sudden silence, “Jeff?”
“Dad?”, My son’s voice sounded his concern.
“What?” I was uncomfortable with the pressure being place on me and I could see that Jill and Mark wanted an answer.
Jill was impatiently standing with her hands on her hips, with a ‘right in my face’ attitude. Mark was behind her, staring at me too. Brenda was sitting at the table with a lost and lonely look, hardly able to meet my gaze.
“Damn you guys! You’re being way too hard on this old man. Okay, maybe a trial separation is a bad idea. But, I’m just not sure how safe Brenda will be around me for a while. At times I want to choke the living… I mean… I do have more than a little anger over this, you do realize that don’t you?”
“We know Jeff. Look, when my parents were at this very stage, they should have been together working it all out, instead of being apart dwelling on the negative. It won’t be easy, that I do know, but you both need to be together if you are both going to stay together. If you can’t manage that much then you need to be divorced. The only real way you can find out is to stick it out for a bit.”
I knew that Jill meant only the best, but how much did she know and how much of this was a young person having wishful thoughts and unreal ones at that? I thought a bit more, trying to figure out what alternatives we actually had.
I was dubious. I mean I could hardly believe how angry I still was with Brenda., And they here they were, telling me to be with her and work it out? What if I blew up and really hurt her physically? Not only would I lose her, I’d probably end up in jail to boot. I also knew that having been apart this week had extracted a toll. One that I hated and, also, deep down, I realized that if it kept up, we would be a statistic in the scheme of life.
“I really don’t appreciate you two kids threatening me and browbeating me into this,” I said to Mark and Jill, “so I won’t make a decision like this under duress. Mark, take me to a motel for now. I’ll phone or come over tomorrow morning and let you know my decision after I’ve had time to think this all out.
When I returned the next morning in a cab, Brenda was seemingly still sitting in the same place, and Mark and Jill had distinctly more sober expressions on their faces than they had yesterday. It was obvious that none of them had slept any at all. I knew I had to give them my answer.
“Maybe you should come home Brenda. I promise I will try my damnedest to not hurt you or anything, but you need to know I will probably yell a lot once in a while. I suppose we do need to be together in order to work things out, if they can be worked out. I’ll stay in our bedroom and you in the guest bedroom. Apart… yet together. I can’t promise anything more than that though.”
Brenda sat there, tears running down her face. I could see she was happy about it, yet apprehensive too. She was thinking what if I got violent, or something, I could see it in her eyes. I probably had the same look in mine too. Trust goes a long ways to dispelling that look, and the trust in our marriage was now long gone. It was going to be a long hard road for a while.
“How about counseling?”
Brenda’s question cut through the air like a knife. It was a question I had thought of myself, way before all this occurred. Back when it was just Brenda and Marie having their nights out far too often, and locking me out.
“We have two right here it seems. At least, Jill is pretty damned good anyway.”
“No, that’s not what I mean Jeff, and you know it.”
“I know. Okay, we both need it, apart and together, so we’ll do that starting tomorrow. I’ll call around and find someone… I mean we will call around and find someone to help us set it up.”
Brenda got up and left the kitchen. I stood there, wondering what was going on now. A few minutes later she came back, suitcases in hand.
“Can we go home now Jeff?”
“Where’s your car?”
“Dad, I’ll get it, it’s down at a local parking garage. Jill can drive, and she’ll help out. Won’t you Jill?”
“You betcha. After all, I am going to be the newest member of the family.”
“What?”
Both Brenda and I asked that ‘what’ at the same time.
“Oh… in all the excitement I guess we forgot to tell you. I proposed to Jill last Saturday night, and she accepted. She’s going to be my wife.”
“Jill is more than welcome in this family, no matter what happens. I hope you two are happy together.”
I hugged Jill and then handed her off to Brenda. Shaking Mark’s hand, I pulled him in and hugged him too.
“I hope you two learn something from what’s happened this week. Sorry to have rained on your parade too Mark. You deserved much better.”
Brenda made her welcoming and we left… together. It was a quiet and tense trip home though. Each of us in deep thought. That whole next week went the same way. The tension kept building and building. Our first appointment together with the counselor was the following week and I wasn’t sure we’d make it. We did, but just barely.
We made that first appointment and the following ones, until one day the counselor cut us loose on our own. We had spent the last eight months going once a week together. Separate individual visits were interspersed in between those. We worked it out, and while it was not easy, we managed to get around the whole nightmare in the end.
Our sex life eventually resumed too. It was in the sixth month, one night Brenda had taken a shower. I was in the bedroom getting ready for bed, and walked in on her as she was stepping out. Her naked body had lost nothing over the years, and I got a hard-on in seconds. I apologized, and turned to step out. Brenda stopped me.
“Don’t go. Please. I was… I’ve been thinking Jeff. I can see that you’re interested… I need… I want… you. Could you…”
I turned and took her in my arms. It was a sudden and swift move and I detected a bit of fear in her eyes. She may have thought I was about to get violent or something. Instead I pulled her to me and smothered her with kisses. Hugging her close, I bent and picked her up in my arms, and took her into our bedroom.
Laying her out on the bed, I climbed between her legs, and began to kiss her. I started at her lips, and then moved around her face. I was brushing my hands over her naked body as I kissed her, and pretty soon my fingers were playing with her nipples. I kissed my way down her throat, and onto her chest, taking one nipple at a time into my mouth and sucking on it.
I moved down further, and played with her belly-button. My tongue delved in and out of it, causing her belly to ripple. Moving down farther, I could smell her need. My lips caressed her pussy lips; my tongue slipped out and began to search. With my tongue between her lips, her clit popped up and out, and I spread her open gently, taking my time, and looking at her.
Licking her clit, then sucking it between my lip and tugging on it, I started a cycle of licking and tugging. Brenda couldn’t hold off and crashed into an orgasm. As her hands pulled my head to her, I kept working her clit and pussy lips. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, and massaged her deeply, searching for her G-spot. I found that just as her first orgasm died down, and when I contacted her there, she flew off again.
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I kept up my attentions until she had cum several times. After that, I just moved back up and kissed her softly.
“I love you Brenda. I really do.”
“Oh Jeff… I know you do. You are so wonderful to me. So good, and kind. I don’t deserve you. It’s my turn now though. Lay back honey. There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”
Brenda moved over me and began to kiss and lick my body. After a bit, her lips were around my hard cock, and she was sucking me off with an intense fever of someone in need. I laid there, accepting the feelings and arousal she brought out in me.
She was taking me into her mouth, and as always in the past, taking about half of me. Suddenly, I felt her lips around my shaft where they had never been before. Surprised, I opened my eyes to see and found her eyes on me. Her mouth was moving down, her lips caressing my cock, as she moved down it farther than she had ever been. She didn’t stop until she had buried her lips in my pubic hair. She had just taken my entire shaft into her mouth and down her throat.
It was all I could do to hold off from cumming, and eventually, I couldn’t even do that. As I started to cum I moaned and pressed my hands on hers where she held them on my hips.
“I’m about there honey…”
I expected her to back off and move up to fuck, like normal or like what we had done in the past. I had never shot off in her mouth before, as she had always told me that wasn’t something she liked doing.
I started to cum, and as it boiled up my shaft, I felt her lips moving down my shaft. My thoughts at that moment were that I was about to not only cum in my wife’s mouth, I would be shooting it down her throat, with her lips buried in my crotch. Two firsts.
I shot off, and my orgasm was so hard I nearly passed out. I did happen to notice that her eyes never left my face during that time though. At least, I don’t think they did.
Afterwards, as I woke up from a sensational orgasm, she was still down there licking and sucking me.
“You didn’t have to do that you know Brenda. But, thank you so much. That was… great.”
“I wanted to Jeff. And so you know, I never took anyone as far as I just took you into my mouth before. I’m sorry that I never did this before too. Your cum is kind of sweet. I think you can expect this from now on. In case you’re wondering, I’ve been practicing on banana’s for a while now too. That’s why I was able to do what I did.”
Later on we had a nice comfortable fuck, and for another first, Brenda woke me up the next morning with a nice blowjob… to completion… and swallowed it all like it was the nectar of a God. I ate her out and we fucked some more. We ended up spending the whole weekend in bed together, fucking and sucking. Renewing our love and lovemaking was like starting out all over again. Like a honeymoon.
We were at Mark and Jill’s wedding, and watched the happy couple leave on their honeymoon. I spent a small fortune and got them a nice trip on a cruise ship. Something Brenda and I had never had. That got me to thinking.
“Say, how about we take a cruise too Brenda? Second honeymoon kind of thing?”
I got a huge hug and lots of kisses before she finally tearfully shouted ‘yes’.
We had a nice cruise filled with sex and sight-seeing. It seemed that the more we were together the more we had sex now. The counseling had worked wonders too. We were on our way to being a happy and loving married couple once again. Only now, we were in each others lives fully. Our sex life had been rebuilt to even better than it had been, and the other things in our lives were better too.
One day Brenda came home from the doctor troubled. I saw that something terrible was wrong, but she wouldn’t tell me at that moment. She took a walk alone. When she got back she called me into the living room.
“Jeff… I have some bad news. About me.”
“What honey? I’m here for you, so whatever it is we’ll work through it together.”
I knew that she’d never cheat on me again, and I also knew that she’d been bothered by something for quite some time now. Brenda had always been one that didn’t like to talk about her issues with anyone, even doctors.
“Not this Jeff. Not this time.”
She broke down crying. I was at a loss as to what the big problem was, so I just held her to me and let her cry it out on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her hair soothingly, kissing her neck and hugging her to me, letting her know I was there for her and that I loved her.
“I-I am sick Jeff. Real sick. They said that I have… I have cancer. It started in my ovaries and its spread now. They didn’t catch it in time…they don’t think. Oh Jeff… Oh… God…”
I was numb for the second time in my life. What was she saying? We would fight this. Cancer was being beat all the time now. There were treatments. We would win this battle. Together.
I told her that. Each thing I said in order only brought more tears from Brenda. By the time I realized that there was more to her tears, I was beginning to wonder if she was going to fight at all.
“It’s beyond fixing Jeff. This appointment today was with a specialist that my doctor wanted me to see. He… ran a few tests and made me wait for the results. He was about to cry when he told me the news. It, the cancer, has spread to my lymph glands and liver. It’s also in some other parts of my body, and he’s afraid that it may have spread up into my head too. The MRI… Oh God… I don’t want to die Jeff. I don’t! I love you. I wasted all that time with Marie and caused our troubles, when I should have gone in to see the doctor way back then. It’s my fault. I ignored some of the symptoms… it spread. I wanted to be there for Marie, since I thought she needed me. It’s too late now. I only have a few months. I am so sorry Jeff.”
“Brenda… I’m the one that’s sorry. What can I do for you? What can we do?”
“Just hold me Jeff. Love me and hold me. That’s all anyone can do for me now.”
I did just that. Forgotten were those days of anger and pain. We had new anger and new pain in our lives now. The dreaded cancer.
Other than the time when we were apart and Brenda had fallen, we had been a happy couple. I tried my best to keep a positive and happy attitude around her the whole time she wasted away. Once we thought that some of the treatment may have been helping her, but we later found out that was not the case. She lasted a few months longer than the doctor’s original estimate, but she had her children and I with her when she passed.
So, you see why I have issues with Marie? Maybe I’m being unfair. Maybe I should forgive and forget. I just can’t, because Marie led my wife into a net of pain and suffering, causing us to lose precious time together, even to the point of almost tearing us apart. Almost a whole year destroyed. A year that could have been spent with us loving each other, not struggling to overcome Brenda’s one night mistake. Not to mention, maybe that cancer could have been caught… I don’t know… I’ll always wonder though.
The End
After the Shower
As she opened the door of the bathroom, a plume of steamy air followed her into the dark bedroom, quickly dissipating in the cooler air. She stopped for a moment when she noticed him, frozen by the jolt of fear at the thought of an intruder, before her eyes made out the familiar features of the man leaning in the door frame on the opposite side of the room. Trying to hide her surprise, she walked calmly toward the bed, leaving his presence unacknowledged. At the far side of the bed she pulled away the towel wrapped over her still damp hair and let it drop to the floor, and in a smooth unhesitating gesture shrugged the thin cotton robe from her body, letting it fall around her feet.
The man tensed at the sight of her nude, still-wet body, and drew his eyes up it until he locked eyes with her. Then, making sure she would notice, he broke eye contact and drank in the full sight of her body. Still he waited by the door, fighting the urge to close the small distance between them and break the moment.
She usually didn’t like being looked at but his attention made her feel good, because she knew his look was all appreciation and no judgment. Still, watching his eyes so shamelessly looking at her skin made her blush, more so as she noticed what the sight was doing to him. She slowly crawled on top of the bed, not wanting to cover up even as the cool air gave her skin goosebumps, and lied on her back. She stretched out keeping her legs just very slightly apart and her hands at her side, and closed her eyes. It wasn’t half a moment after her eyes closed before she felt the bed shift with his weight, and the warm presence of his body as it moved up to her side. She smiled.
The sight of her prone and nude body, and the invitation her behavior had implied was all the encouragement he needed to move further into the room. Closing the door behind him, he stripped down quickly, and slid into bed beside her. The clean soap-scented smell of her skin was intoxicating and he leaned over her, and gently kissed her closed eyelids, nose and lips. He brought one hand under her head as he shifted to his side and leaned on that elbow, letting his fingers run through the tangle of her damp hair, gently but firmly clutching it, and kissed her again, deeply and passionately. He heard her soft sighing approval as the length of his body came into contact with hers.
With her eyes closed, it was easier for her to focus on solid presence of his body next to hers, the touch of his lips and fingers through her hair, and the soft thudding of his heart where his neck came closest to her ear. The mix of uncertainty at what exactly he would do next and the anticipation of knowing whatever it was would undoubtedly feel good, made her desire flare up, and it was all she could do to fight the urge to lean towards him and grasp him in her embraces. As his other hand drew close to her body, she could feel its radiant heat as it hovered over her and when the pads of his fingers finally drew against her skin she let out a gasp. Wherever his fingers explored along her body, tracing slickly along wet skin, jolts of tingling pleasure ran through her to the pit of her stomach and then radiated out to every extremity. Involuntarily, she rocked her hips as they moved lower and lower.
He shifted a little and soon his lips and tongue followed the trails his fingers had blazed. He licked up the rivulets of water between her breasts, nibbled gently at her hard nipples, and caressed and tasted her skin. Feeling her gently thrusting with her hips, he brought his hand slowly lower to her pubic bone and let the tips of his index and middle finger dip down to find her clitoris. Concentrating on not going to fast or too hard, he gently stimulated the soft pearl of flesh, gauging her gasps and moans of pleasure. When her hand gently grasped his wrist he thought he might have moved too much and began to stop, but she begged him to keep going.
She could feel her climax welling up inside her. It felt like pouring water into a jar too fast until it could hold no more, or leaning over a cliff feeling the wind pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Keeping her hand gently over his, she rocked harder against it. Suddenly she felt his fingers drop lower and enter her. The warm and filling sensation of them sliding into her pussy made her cry out and nearly sent her over the edge. So focused on the pleasure, she barely noticed as his other hand fell away from supporting her neck and he shifted his body lower.
He kept the motion of his fingers and gently crawled down between her legs. The scent of her arousal and the warm wetness against his fingers had him burning with desire to feel more of her and to make her come. When he brought his lips and tongue onto her throbbing and now unheeded clitoris he felt her shiver and heard her groan louder. He licked in quick small repetitions while moving his head slowly side to side. It wasn’t long before she was rocking and shuddering against his mouth and fingers and grasping the sides of his head.
“Oh god, I’m coming!” she yelled. The vessel was overfilled. Her shuddering and tensing released all at once in an explosive exhale of held breath and then gasping for air. Dizzying pleasure saturated every part of her body overwhelming even her emotions and nearly bringing her either to giggles or tears or both. He’d slowed his ministrations and stopped until he was just gently nuzzling her down below and hugging her thighs.
Once she regained control of her breathing and her body, she opened her eyes and pulled him up on top of her. When he leaned in, she gave him a tender, appreciative kiss. They locked eyes again, and seeing the longing, questioning look on his face, she smiled and nodded. She wrapped her legs around him and with her hand she guided him into her. She gasped as he entered her. The warm and full sensation was almost too much intensity, too soon, but she wanted so much to please him. She bit her lip and closed her eyes to the sensations of his powerful thrusts. His warm body against her skin felt terrific as it always did, and even after such a powerful climax his penis was stimulating her more and more, drawing her back into the heights of pleasure. She moved her hands over his back, and thrust back against him, goaded him with moans of pleasure and dirty little epithets of encouragement, knowing they would only stir his desire even more.
He felt all of his pent up desire loose into the thrusting of his hips, her body felt so soft and inviting. Her voice made him feel like taking him into her was the most wonderful thing in the world. Encouraged and full of pleasure, he rocked harder and quicker, matching rhythm to her thrusting hips and squeezing thighs. It wasn’t long before, panting and shuddering against her, he began to feel his climax starting. When it began he brought himself up, kneeling over her and pulled out. Taking his penis in his hand he quickly coaxed it into spasms, and with a low, animal groan, he shot his cum on her. He watched the thick ropey strands of sperm trace across her stomach and chest already glistened with sweat and rouged with arousal. One errant spurt shooting all the way up to her cheek, making her let out a small startled gasp. Spent, he felt all the energy in him sap away, and he collapsed beside her contented and happy. As he leaned in to kiss her, she surprised him by pulling away.
“You jerk!” she exclaimed with mock disapproval.
Sitting up she drew one finger across her chest and held up the incriminating evidence. “look what you did! Now I’m going to have to shower all over again!”
He managed to look sincerely apologetic.
She had to turn her back to him quickly to avoid letting him see the smile she couldn’t help cracking at his puppy-dog eyes. Getting up, she walked as steadily as she could back towards the bathroom, trying mask the fact that her legs were so wobbly she could barely stand. She paused in the doorway, and looked back at the man relaxing in the bed, and smiled devilishly.
“… want to join me?”
He sprang up off the bed.
The End
Relationship Evolution
The night was to be a night unlike any others that have been in my realm of consciousness till then. However after 15 years of marriage my wife Julie and I had finally decided to go to a sex club.
Julie and I were happy and by most accounts had a great marriage and overall situation in life. We did fairly well in the sheets although Julie had come along more slowly in her sexual evolution than I, but we had talked and fantasized to the point that we were both ready to take this next step as a couple.
Needless to say the week that preceded our special night had passed slowly almost achingly slow as we had abstained from sex. This was agreed upon so as to heighten our desires and give this new experience the most objective experience possible.
By the time Friday evening rolled around my body was nearly burning with anticipation and my dick was ready to grab the keys and drive the car. I asked Julie if she felt the same and she stated that she was nervous but was horny enough to fuck a fruit.
This statement was comforting to me as I really wanted her to have a spectacular experience.
We drove to the club that was only a short distance from our house which was fortunate because we didn’t have time for some car sex which would have been possible in our heightened state of sensuality. When I shut the car off, we looked at each other and steeled ourselves one final time. I said to Julie “Whatever happens, I will always love you.” She reciprocated and we walked to the door.
Upon entering we found the club to be like we had imagined. It was kind of like a clubhouse, somewhat less commercial than a bar, but it was overall bar like and quite acceptable. There were about 40 people mingling about and we soon had drinks and were starting to feel a little bit easy. The dance floor began to fill and the music was sounding good, I was giving Julie’s sweet spot some friendly rubs and giving her a couple of kisses which were starting to get a bit longer after a half hour or so, this was because of the dance floor.
While we were having a couple of opening night drinks the floor was heating up as we started to see more ass and tits begin to be exposed and then kissed. I was the first to spot a large sectional near the corner where there were two women sitting next to each other topless while they sucked on two that were standing in front of them. I nudged Julie and we both tuned in, it was only a moment before Julie said “Let’s go take a look”.
At that we were over behind the couch and standing right behind the women. We had never seen anything like this, and I was rubbing Julie’ ass over her pants. The women were really sucking and then they started to fondle each other tits as the men began to fuck their mouths. I of course knew that Julie was horny but when I realized that her hand had now gone over the couch and was touching a cock I almost jumped to the ceiling.
As she leaned over more now and the guy pulled his dick out of Suzan’s mouth (found out her name later) so that Julie could get a good hold. Then Suzan started rubbing Julie’s breasts, I had never known her to be bi but after she quickly pulled her shirt and bra off I knew that I had learned something new that evening. This was to be the first lesson of the night.
After a minute of this fondling by which time I had Julie’s pants off and was rubbing her pussy and just about to give her a good backside cunnilingus Steve (name later) suggested that we go to a room that had two king size mattresses. I did not know what would happen in this room but I was so horny and that 5 inch steel doors would have been no match in keeping me out. Once we were in there, we all quickly exited our clothes that were already half off to begin with, then Julie and I were on our knees facing each other and began to kiss quite passionately.
As we did we spread our knees apart as we felt a body nudge its way between our legs. I felt Julie’s lips tremble and realized that her pussy was now being attended to as we kissed. Then I felt a wet tongue on my balls and I was completely excited. I couldn’t believe the eroticism that was enveloping us when we broke our kiss and looked over each others shoulders. That is when things went full out sexual. I looked down and saw Suzan sucking a dick, a dick that was on its back. Oh shit that means that it is a guy who is sucking my balls and eating Julie’s pussy. As this stunning realization registered in my brain I pulled back to face Julie and found my self dodging a dick that Julie was sliding in and out of her mouth.
I decided that I was ready to move on and stood up; I notice that the other gal was rubbing her pussy and looking for a way in the tangled bodies but before I got away Julie grabbed my dick. Then it was me and another guy side by side as Julie bunched our cocks in two hands and tried to simultaneously suck them as Steve was being soaked by her sopping pussy as she came on his face.
As she subsided I decided that I had smelled enough wet pussy and needed taste some. I went to Veronica as I later found her name to be and fed my dick into her willing mouth as she sat and circled her pussy with her hand. We then seamlessly found our way into 69, which is the way I love to eat pussy best. I would have shot in her mouth but my rock hard dick was to be delayed a while for as I ate and well feasted on her delicious pussy, a glistening cock came into view. Oh man is he going to put that in her, and sure enough that was the plan. Even though I had never been close to a dick other than mine during limit pushing masturbation, I found myself spreading her ass cheeks open so that she could get the cock that I knew she craved.
I was totally out of my mind in sexual desire by this point and was trying to lick her clit as that shaft went in and out. There was no way to do it with out balls on my forehead which I decided to go with because in addition to Veronica sucking my dick so mightily, I now felt a tongue and fingers wetting my asshole. This was stimulation to the max and unknown to my consciousness I was now licking balls and reaching for an ass to insert my finger. I was back to Veronica clit as she came and I felt and saw her pussy twitch as that dick delivered its pleasure. Then the dick pulled out and shot jizz all aver the out side of her well shaved pie and smooth ass. It was quite a lot which may have had been added to by the finger that I had lodged in the ass of its master. Some of it dripped onto to my face which I wiped off and rubbed on Veronica’ asshole since I was finally shooting my love load to back of her throat.
All of this took a second to recover from but not so long given this extraordinarily lustful action that was now engaged. I was to my feet and saw that Julie was now having an orgasm on her back as a dick was being driven into her and a pussy was grinding on her face. As the cumshot was unloaded on her stomach and was quickly tongued up by Suzan I was already nearly hard.
I thought that Julie may be spent but she engaged me in a kiss and then rolled to her hands and knees and expressed her desire to have me fuck her gorgeous butt. I was more than ready and had my face on her anus in a second as I prepared her ass the men had their two dicks in her face and were getting a double blow.
Veronica and Suzan were rubbing their bodies and boobs all over her as I pushed my cock into her tight yet very welcoming ass. I stroked it well and she came just as one of her dickcilcles covered her face in cum.
After seeing that I pulled out a minute later to empty my balls on her back which was successful at first but my dick was quickly engulfed in Veronicas mouth as she finished her second drink of the night. We all lay spent for a few minutes stroking and petting and giving each other some cool down as we licked and petted each other.
After that it was time to go, for Julie and I were completely tired and still had a lot to talk about; which we did as we fucked for a long while in our bed at home that night.
The End
The Line
The door was securely shut, the window’s blinds were drawn, and she had never been so afraid of anything as she was of that old dusty red velvet recliner in front of her.
The chair itself had been a cheap impulse purchase at a yard sale, she remembered. He was so cheap, but he did love soft furniture, and especially old things. That old cloth smell really did it for him, she thought fondly, remembering his fondness for things that were heavy and solid and possessed of an air of history.
Then she remembered what he was doing to her, and she got the cold sweats. She shuddered a little and pulled the blanket tight around her nakedness.
Her ankle was chained to a radiator set in the wall with a lock she couldn’t break, and a leather collar (with leash) snugged tight around her neck was her only clothing. She had even been denied the pleasure of her regular pink soft one- instead, he had bought a black leather one adorned with spikes from a pet store and put it around her soft struggling throat. As he locked it (carefully keeping two fingers inside the band as he tightened it- she would need her airways free) he whispered, “you’ll wear this til your punishment is done… and til then, nothing else.”
She shuddered at the memory of the cool line of his knife slitting her panties, sliding up the back of her old nightshirt, then the feeling of being tossed in the trunk of a car like a bag of garbage. Then being driven to a house and dragged out in the dead of night by a few willing compatriots- she thought she recognized a particular pair of warm feminine hands that lingered a bit too long on her ass- and now she was here.
And the party was about to start.
As a bitter irony and in-joke, the only food he had given her for the past three hours had been a few crackers and a bowl brimming with cream, but to eat he had cuffed her hands. He had hand-fed her the crackers (and even a few morsels of his steak sandwich) but he had made her lap up the cream like a cat, and whenever she had spoken, he had made a little hashmark in his book. At the end of the meal he had stood up, left the book open showing all twenty-one hashmarks, and administered 21 brutal strokes to her buttocks with his bare hand until she cried out and yelped, knowing that using words would only make him add more.
And then he had taken off the cuffs and left, turning out the lights, and she was alone watching the day’s last sunlight creep away through the blinds.
Soon it would be night, and then the rest of the punishment would start. She tugged at her chain, pulled the blanket tighter around her, and waited.
The party began. She could hear laughing, chatting, friendliness outside. His voice, in particular- always projected, a little loud, telling a joke or storing, managing and smoothing the conversation. He eased from place to place- she could imagine him in his fine tuxedo (well, cheap tuxedo, she conceded in her mind), gracefully maintaining the social atmosphere… and she knew that he was probably half-hard the whole time he did it from knowing she was there, in the back room, waiting for her punishment.
She was there, in the dark, quivering with anticipation and damp between her pale thighs, for a long time.
Then suddenly the door opened, and a buttery light flowed in, revealing a well-dressed young man in a blue suit. His hair was short and blond, and his face was innocent- still with traces of baby fat at the edges.
He shut the door, solidly, and sat down in the chair, looking at her. She knew what she had to do.
He cleared his throat, nervously. Then he said, trying to sound domineering but failing, “don’t you have something to be doing?” He unzipped his pants to make it more obvious. His erection was hard and medium-size, springing free from the confinement of his dress pants, upright and with a single drop of precum decorating the tip. He looked at her, nervous and innocent.
She grinned at the reversal of power. Licking her hand, she gently stroked his cock up and down, smoothing his flesh, wetting him. He let out an involuntary moan.
Giving a long lick from base to tip with the point of her tongue, cupping his balls with one hand, she set gently to work. Kissing and teasing the flesh of his cock, running her tongue right under the ridge of his head, kneading his cock with her lubricated hand- all of it was driving him mad. He gasped and writhed under her experienced hands, crying out just a bit, and when she took him into her mouth it took her two or three strokes at most before he shot his creamy load into the back of her throat, gasping and jerking like a marionette, moaning in pleasure. She swallowed, greedily, knowing it was part of her punishment.
He sat there for a moment, gasping, and then arose. “Th-th-thank you,” he said, looking away. She grinned at his fear. “Come back any time,” she said, leaning forward, giving him a come-hither gaze and good look at the beautiful naked body he was forbidden to touch.
He fled.
In the dark again, alone, she began to feel just a little rebellious. She tugged at the chain, trying to get it loose, or maybe even break it. No good- with no tools and no time, she wouldn’t be able to break free.
She pondered her crime, and his punishment… as always the one far outmatched the other, but in an utterly different way. Her jaw was going to hurt by the end of all this, she knew, but it was worth it to be free of his approbation again, to have him not be angry anymore.
There was a whisper at the door, and then it opened, warm light spilling across her naked body- and the punishment caught up with her again, in a rush…
He was tall and slender, with a few tattoos just visible as he unbuttoned his shirt and pants. His eyes were dark brown and intent, intense, flickering, and his high cheekbones and full pouty lips gave him a darkly handsome androgyny that made her wet with lust.
She smiled inside. Even when he punished her, he kept an eye open for treats.
The man slid his pants down, revealing his elegant pink cock. Smiling, she reached for him, and in a single smooth motion took him into her mouth and cupped his balls gently.
He moaned and thrust gently in and out of her mouth, her pink lips sliding along his shaft, milking him, teasing him. Her tongue worked at his head and her fingers gently teased his sac, making him cry out whenever she played too hard.
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Then, sneakily, she let one finger from her right hand move back and gently tease his rosebud. He gasped at her daring, and rolled his hips against her mouth.
Quickly speeding up, she increased the pressure of her finger while her mouth continued to work over his cock. He in turn gasped and grabbed at her head, taking a fistful of her hair and pushing her down. His moans turned to yelps of pleasure and he came, his cum squirting down her opened throat as she swallowed greedily.
They rested together, her gently sucking on his cock to tend his afterglow, him resting one hand on her head to keep her there.
Finally, he stood up and buttoned his fly. “Thanks for that, I think you deserve a medal for your generosity.” He smiled and winked, then, whistling, strode cheerfully out of the room.
Back alone in the moonlight, she began to feel a little guilty. Here she was sucking cock in a closet- available for anyone he chose- how could she respect herself? How could she think she was anything but a filthy slut, a toy, a used thing, a human kleenex for people to take and then dispose of once they stained it?
But then she remembered his words to her- that she was his, and whatever she did under his orders, she was protected- wrapped in the arms of his love. Every person who came to her, he sent, and it was under his control- his blessing- that she obey him.
Nothing could be wrong when he had given her permission, she reflected, slightly delirious with the thought.
The door opened again.
A woman stood in the door, tall and dark haired and curvy, her body obscured by a prim but strappy red dress. Her skin was lightly tanned, her lips red, her cheeks pink with excitement.
“He said to come in here if…” Her eyes adjusted a little to the silvery moonlight and she saw her, stretched out and langurous on the floor. “He said if I came in here… I don’t really know how to ask…” She smiled, shyly. She had a touch of a european accent, french or maybe exceedingly light upper-crust english.
“Do you want me to please you?” She whispered, her eyes cast down, so the newcomer wouldn’t see the fire in her eyes. She was going to give this eurotrash slut the ride of her life, she decided. Time to prove her skill.
The woman stood awkwardly, fiddling with her zipper. “how do we…”
She reached behind her back (letting the blanket that covered her fall, revealing her glorious pale naked body) and unzipped her dress, letting it shiver to the floor in a silken puddle. The bra came next, but she wore no panties. She grinned at the vulnerability of this fine woman before her- and she smiled back, like a sheep before a wolf. She gestured, and the woman sat down in the chair, inviting her to attack.
She started with a kiss, first on the mouth, then moving down her neck. (She was bending the rules a bit, but she didn’t think he’d mind.) Her mouth worked gently down the woman’s long, fine body, pausing at the firm high pink-tipped breasts (tender, she noted, from the woman’s gasped intake of breath), down her body and to her utterly flat, hard stomach. The woman’s carefully maintained triangle of fuzz directed her eyes down to the thin line of her cunt, shining slightly in the reflected light from under the door.
The woman moaned and spread her legs, pulled her body towards the edge of the chair. “Please,” she crooned, and putting one hand between her thighs she spread her labia with two fingers, her red-painted fingernails bringing out the pink of her sweet vulva. “Taste me…”
She kissed her, right on the clit, working down her slit, and further down, further still, kissing her damp smooth lips where she was slicked with lust, all the way down to the tight wet tunnel (she flicked her tongue inside, was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure) and then further still, kissing her way down to the woman’s perfect pink rosebud, flicking her tongue against it as the woman moaned and writhed at the forbidden pleasure.
Gently slipping two fingers into the woman’s cunt, crooking them up to feel the g-spot, she returned her tongue to the clit, working furiously over the hardening nub of pleasure. The woman’s cries became continuous as she worked faster and faster, her tongue flicking in rapid circles. Then, as the woman approached her peak, she slid her wet fingers out of her cunt… and then slowly pressed a single fingertip up into her ass, impaling her while she moaned and her hips bucked again and again. As the woman’s body convulsed and came, her ass clenching and hips rolling against the still-working tongue between her legs, the door opened again.
“Excuse me,” said a very familiar voice.
The woman gasped and pulled away, looking over at the door, covering herself. He stood there, brilliantly outlined in the doorway, his body a smooth sentence of expressed pleasure.
“Your punishment is complete, my love.” He stepped into the room and gently undid the spiked punishment collar from around her neck. She rubbed the places it had worn on her- she had nearly forgotten it was there, but she hadn’t noticed how heavy and shameful it was until now.
“I’ll burn this for you. You are forgiven, my little rose.” He kissed her gently on the forehead. She squealed with pleasure. “Come with me?” It was a question, not a command, and she took advantage of the difference.
“I think this nice lady here still needs my attention.” She raised her eyebrows. The woman nodded, a tiny smile curling her mouth. “And I need some of hers,” she concluded.
“So you can go,” she said, gesturing. “You’re dismissed.”
He left in a huff. She slid back to her prey in the chair. “Well, missy, I think you and I have some fun to have yet…”
The End