Unfortunately, my quandary continues…

The question is this: Do I go to the state fair this weekend with Julia, the woman who is basically my sister-in-law, and who I’ve had the hots for for the last several years (and who I think has the hots for me too)? And if I do, do I make a mess out of everything – meaning, am I reading into her invitation what I think I am, and do I act on it? Or, am I just a complete and total idiot who’s thinking with his dick?

Decisions, decisions.

Now, the invitation may be very innocent. Realistically, I know it probably is, and that I’m just a big, over-sexed dork. I’ve been pondering the repercussions of tagging along for the last week; ever since Julia sent me the email reminding me about the fair and asking me to go with her because her husband (herein known as ‘Hubby’) won’t. Hubby and my girlfriend Diana – his sister – both seem okay with the idea of Julia and I spending the day – and possibly night – together, alone and unsupervised.

If you read part one of this story, you’ll understand my issues. If not…well, let’s just say that Julia and I have a history of some uncomfortable/embarrassing situations together. Little things scattered here and there over the years. Stuff that’s never amounted to anything, really.

Or maybe I’m wrong.

 

I’ll let you read part one and decide for yourself if I’m just reading things badly, because my cell phone’s ringing, and I should probably answer it.

The caller-I.D. says it’s Julia.

Looks like I might have to give her an answer without the benefit of your help.

***

Well, she asked me again. Sounded all excited; gushed on and on about how much fun we were going to have. I might have smiled.

I said yes. That I’d love to go.

She said she’d pick me up tomorrow, right at noon.

I said I’d be here waiting. Then I hung up and called Diana to let her know and felt guilty during the entire call, wondering what the hell I was getting myself into.

***

When I woke up at nine, Diana had already left for work. I took a quick run, stretched, ate a banana and a bowl of granola, loaded up on my allergy medicine and jumped in the shower. Soaped up, rinsed, and dried off with minutes to spare. The sun was shining and it was already warm out, so I pulled on a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt, packed a day bag with some warmer clothes, and by the time I finished, the doorbell was ringing. I slipped into a worn-out pair of cracked leather hiking boots, grabbed my bag and ran downstairs.

I found Julia with her hands up, pressed against the glass panel of my front door to cut the glare from the sun, peering into the dark house. When she saw me come down the stairs, she grinned and waved. She was totally Gap-ed out: wearing a pale blue, fitted, button-down blouse over a white v-neck t-shirt; the blouse open down just past swell of her breasts and tucked into a tight pair of new khaki walking shorts. Her legs were shaved smooth and still tanned a golden brown from the anniversary vacation she and Hubby had taken to Hawaii a few months ago. Her weight was slightly on the upswing – her breasts were enormous and wobbled as she waved. The sight of her tits bouncing around in all their cannon-ball sized glory made my mouth go dry; dry enough that I had to lick my lips to get the moisture flowing again.

I cleared my throat, waved back and unlocked the door. Opened it and let her in.

She took off her silver-framed racing sunglasses, folded them and tucked them between her breasts. My eyes followed her hand, lingered on the glasses. Vaguely, the Little Devil that lives in my head informed me how lucky they were to be able to rest there. My Little Angel reluctantly agreed.

Julia caught me looking. Smiled. “Hey,” she said, eyeing my pack. “Ready to go?”

“Yep.” I tore my eyes away from her cleavage. “Just let me find my cell phone and my…uh, my sunglasses.”

“Okay.”

She followed me into the dining room (the scene of our last – and my most embarrassing encounter, when she and my mother in law had walked in on me one morning while I was jacking off at the dining room table), stretching as she walked.

“I already packed lunch and stuff for us. You don’t have to bring anything.”

“Really?” I mumbled, and unplugged my cell phone from its charger, and tucked it away in its own little pouch on my bags’ strap. I patted the pouch to make sure everything was secure, and found my sunglasses under the pile of junk mail scattered on the tabletop.

“Um-hmm.”

“I didn’t even think about food, just brought some warmer clothes, in case…” I turned around in time to catch Julia with her elbows up over her head, bent at an angle with her forearms wrapped down behind her neck, still stretching.

Pushing her chest out at me.

Her blouse and t-shirt came un-tucked, pulled slightly out of the waistband of her shorts. Flashed her tan belly, her tiny little waist. I trailed off, stared. She threw a sly, flirtatious grin at me. I blinked and had to lick my lips again.

“Oh, okay.” She yawned and jingled her keys. “Ready?”

“Sure,” I said, thickly. “Let’s go.”

                                

I followed Julia out and locked up. She was parked right at the front curb. She bweeped her new gold Land Rover unlocked. I tossed my bag in the backseat next to hers, and we piled in and buckled up. The soft leather seats crinkled under us as we got comfy. She stuck the key in the ignition and fired the SUV up, turned to me and gave me another grin.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

I nodded as the climate control came on, blasting us with cool air. The stereo blipped on too, something loud blasting out of the speakers. Alannis Morrisette, I think. She turned it down low enough that we could talk without shouting.

“Me too,” I said.

She smiled, pulled out into the street. “Really?”

“Sure.”

“You’re not just being nice, and going with me because no one else would?”

I raised my eyebrow in best Spock fashion. “Why would I do that?”

She shrugged, slipped back on her sunglasses. I found mine and followed her lead: it was bright enough out that I’d have a nice headache later if I didn’t.

“I don’t know, just…,” she frowned, looked kind of sheepish. I decided to pry a bit.

“Just what?”

“Greg and Diana thought it was funny.”

Ah, Greg. Otherwise known as Hubby.

I tried to sound flippant. “Funny, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I want to go.” I turned, gave her my honest eyes. “It sounds fun.”

She turned to me and smiled. “And there’ll be barbecue.”

Our own private joke.

“Ah, God. That’s right. That’s how you got me to come along.”

Julia grinned and checked her rearview mirror, signaled to get on the freeway. When she turned her head, I took the chance to really look her over. She had settled easily back in her seat, used her right hand to steer the big SUV with. The smooth, round muscles in her legs tightened and relaxed as she drove. She was wearing expensive new sneakers with no socks; a delicate, golden ankle bracelet dangling around her right ankle. Her seatbelt was strapped across the middle of her chest, crossing right between her breasts, defining them; making them seem even larger. I could see the outline of her bra through her t-shirt; it looked white and lacy. Nice.

With the air-conditioning on full blast, it was quickly getting cold in the car. Her nipples poked out through the thin material of her blouse.

I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and turned my attention to the road in front of us. The fairgrounds were a couple hours away, even if we had light traffic. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember ever spending more than a few minutes alone with Julia, ever; in all the years we’d known each other. What the hell were we going to talk about?

It was going to be a long drive.

***

We stopped once for gas, at a dilapidated quickie-mart/burger-chicken-and jo-jo joint. Julia asked the scrubby guy in battered overalls who came out to pump our gas where the restroom was. He dug a grimy key out of his pocket, grunted, and pointed to a door on the side of the building.

“Be right back,” she said, and gingerly took the key from his grease covered fingers.

I went inside to pay. A cowbell jangled when I opened the door. The clerk barely even looked up, all his attention riveted on a video security monitor set on top of the cluttered counter. I poked around the store for a minute and found a couple bottles of water, which were the only items other than beer that didn’t look too out of date.

It took the clerk a second to divert his attention from the monitor when I plopped the bottles on the counter. He snuffled snot and pinched the tip of his zit-infested nose with grimy fingers. Punched a button on the old manual cash register twice. “That’ll be two-ninety-eight.”

I dug out my wallet. “What’cha watching?”

His eyes went wide and he snuffled more snot and glanced down at the monitor, then over at the door. I noticed a dusty VCR tucked into a cubby hole under the counter, right under the monitor. The machine was on and recording.

He looked nervous, antsy that somebody was talking to him. “Nothin’.”

“Aw, C’mon, don’t be like that…” I tried to peek, but he had the monitor turned away at an angle, so I could just see a blur of motion on the black and white screen. The screen was sectioned off into four separate feeds and looked live, piped in from somewhere, but not from the store.

The clerk leaned over the counter, peered out at the guy pumping the gas. I caught a whiff of bad B.O. “Okay, here.” He gave me a conspiratorial wink, turned the monitor my way. “Check it out man.”

I squinted and leaned over the counter, wondering for a second what I was looking at. Then my mouth fell open.

“We got some hidden cameras set up in the bathroom. Here, there’s sound, too.” He touched a dial on the monitor. And suddenly I was listening to and watching Julia sit and pee, from four distinct angles.

I looked up at the clerk. He grinned at me and nodded. He was missing his front teeth. Most of the others, too. “Pretty cool, huh?”

It took me a second to answer. I just couldn’t stop staring. Julia finished peeing, and I watched her wipe. I tried to scope out where the cameras were placed: I figured there was one hidden in the wall above the sink, probably hidden behind the mirror; there was one mounted in the middle of the ceiling; and another one right behind the toilet, about waist-high. And the crowning achievement: one camera planted right inside the toilet bowl – giving us a bird’s-eye view right up Julia’s naked butt.

“Uh…yeah.” I mumbled, and glanced at the VCR. “You record this stuff?”

“Yeah, well…” He looked uncomfortable again, as if he knew this could get him in deep shit, but he couldn’t help but show off. “Just the girls. Y’know, the cute ones. No dudes.”

Julia stood up, completely unaware of the cameras, her shorts and panties down around her ankles. Shades of me at my dining room table. I caught a quick glimpse of her pubic hair as she pulled up her panties. Lacy and white – her panties, I mean – matching her bra. Her pubic hair just looked light and gray in the monitor.

I heard the clerk sigh happily. I felt something stirring, down south in my pants. Julia flushed and stepped to the sink, washed her hands.

“Nice, huh?” He asked.

I raised both my eyebrows. “Yeah, I guess. Just try not to get caught.”

“Yeah, no kiddin’.” He nodded and carefully turned the monitor away. “Anyway, the water’ll be three bucks.”

The cowbell jangled and the gas-jockey poked his head in. “Y’all done in here? Tank’s filled up and yer girl’s back from the toilet.”

I smiled at the clerk, nodded at the monitor, and pulled out a fifty. “I’ll pay for the gas she bought too.”

The clerk gulped. I actually heard it. “Uh, okay…” he half turned to the gas-guy. “What pump was that Mel?”

“Three.”

The cowbell clanked again. Mel’s head disappeared from view. The clerk pinched his nose and rang me up. “Uh, that’ll be Forty-four-oh-five, with the gas.”

“Holy shit, that’s a lot.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged, then he leaned closer. I smelled more B.O. He jerked his eyeballs towards the security monitor and practically whispered, “Hey man, uh, was that your wife in the john, or whatever? I mean, shit, I didn’t…”

“Nope. Don’t worry about it.” I handed over the bill and a nickel. He shrugged again, confused, and gave me some crumpled singles back. I slapped them back down on the counter and pointed at the VCR. “Keep it. Consider it a tip. Enjoy that video, okay?”

He paused, confused. “Yeah, uh, okay.”

I turned to go.

He scooped up his money, shouted after me, “Hey! Have a nice day, mister!”

***

I found Julia leaning on the Land Rover’s fender, one foot up on the bumper, letting the sun shine down on her upturned face. She gave me a slow, lazy wave and peeled away from the warm car.

“What took you so long, Cowboy?”

“Cowboy?”

She grinned, and I handed her one of the bottles.

“Mmm, thanks.” She cracked the seal and took a sip. “Yeah, Cowboy. We are going to the state fair, you know, to check out the horses and stuff.”

“Oh, right. Horses. Cowboy. I get it.”

She gave me a pat on the shoulder and scooted by me, skipped around the front of the SUV to the drivers’ side. I felt her touch all the way down into my already excited crotch. Standing a few feet away from me, the scrubby guy who’d pumped our gas spit a hunk of green tobacco juice onto the pavement and watched Julia’s ass until she’d walked all the way around to her door. She opened her door, I pulled open mine. We jumped inside.

“So,” she said, clicking her seatbelt back into place. “What took you so long?”

“Ah, well, the guy inside…was telling me about his…home movies. I guess we had something in common.”

“Huh. Interesting stuff?”

“You’d be surprised,” I said, and shut my door.

Julia started the SUV. I rolled down my window. The clerk had joined the gas-guy by the pumps, and they were both staring after us. The clerk was sporting a fair-sized boner in his coveralls as we drove off.

***

It was well after two in the afternoon when we finally pulled into the fairgrounds’ jam-packed parking lot. It took forever, but we finally found a spot open way in the back of the lot. Julia was muttering to herself during the entire ten-minute hunt.

She gave a frustrated sigh. “Doesn’t anybody work anymore? And look at all these kids. Shouldn’t they be in school?”

I laughed and looked around at a sea of wooly-mustached men with big belt buckles riding their Wrangler jeans, cowboy hats on their heads; chubby women with puffy hair, fake tits and tight acid-wash jeans; and the kids running around with filthy, snot-covered faces.

“Hey, it’s redneck land, remember? I don’t think any of these people went to school.”

We stepped out of the Land Rover into the crowd, got our bags and strapped them on. I took a big, deep breath, expecting to smell the fresh country air people are always talking about. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that fresh country air smelled a whole lot like ripe cow shit.

Give me some nice fresh smog anytime.

However, to my surprise, I did notice a lot of nice new BMW’s and Lexus’s and a bundle of big, expensive SUV’s mixed in with the standard jacked up trucks.

Julia stepped around to my side of the Land Rover and we made our way into the flow of the lemmings. The smell of cow shit got stronger the closer we got to the entry. When we reached the line at the main gate, we had a small tiff over who was going to pay for our tickets. Julia put her foot down.

“No way. I invited you, remember? And you already paid for gas. That probably cost a bunch.” She pulled my hand away from my wallet and pushed in front of me. The ladies working the booth looked on, bemused. “This is my treat.”

I knew when I was beaten. I held up my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay.”

Julia smiled triumphantly. “Two adults.”

The lady at the register held out a hand. “Fifty seven dollars please.”

Wow, I thought. Sixty bucks to smell fresh cow poop.

Julia didn’t seem to bat an eye. She just forked over the money and grabbed the tickets. Then she took me by the arm and led me through the turnstile, where a weathered-old geezer ripped our tickets, and into the fair.

At least, I think she did. All I was aware of at that point was her arm twined in mine, and the press of her warm body against me. Giddy and stupid, sprouting a sudden boner that was so hard and throbbed so badly it hurt like hell.

I hate to say it, but I spent most of the afternoon like that.

***

We’d come all this way to see the horses, not smell the cow shit. I found this out right away. Julia told me that she’d grown up on a farm, raising and riding the big animals since she was a little girl. She talked as we walked, giving me the fine points on raising show horses. I think I already knew most of what she was telling me from conversations with Diana, who grew up much the same way. And, also like my conversations with Diana, all the information on the subject blew out of my head as soon as it went in.

 We wandered around the straw-strewn cement paths, moving with the flow of the crowd, pausing now and then at little booths hawking crummy doodads and dodging dirty kids with cotton candy smeared faces, until we found an auction going on.

We stopped to watch for a bit.

“Did you ever ride?” Julia asked.

“Not really. Well, once, when I was a kid, on a vacation with my folks. We stopped at some place on the coast and went riding for maybe an hour or so.”

“Did you like it?”

I shrugged. “Kind of, I guess. All I really remember is that my horse just wanted to eat and kept drifting off into the bushes.”

“You’re supposed to control that.”

“Yeah, well. I figured the horse knew what it was doing.”

“Ah, my little Cowboy.”

She smiled wistfully. Crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned on the wood railing separating the auction crowd under their canvas awning from the pathways. We were quiet for a minute. I watched her watch the animals, thinking, ‘My little Cowboy’?

“Do you miss it?” I asked. “Being a farm girl?”

“Sometimes.”

Another quiet spell. Before it got uncomfortable, Julia looked up at me. “Did Diana tell you that Greg and I were going to try and have another baby?”

“Uh, no,” I blinked. “I don’t think so.”

She turned her attention back to the auction. Quiet again. I wondered where that comment came from, and how the hell I supposed to respond. I cleared my throat.

“So…three, huh?”

Julia nodded. Watched a chestnut colored horse nicker and snort. The horse pee’d in the straw, its huge shlong flopping. I stared. “Suddenly, I feel a little inadequate.

Julia laughed at me, then got serious again. “I told Greg I wanted to get a dog.”

Okay, now I was getting confused. So…

“A…dog.” I was really lost. “I…”

“Uh-huh.” She made a face. “For the kids. They’ve wanted one forever. But Greg hates dogs. He said he’d rather have another baby. And he was ready for me to have my tubes tied after we had Ronnie.”

I had absolutely no idea what to say. So I said, “Oh. So you’re saying her really doesn’t want to get a dog.”

“Mm.”

“But…” Tentative, here. “You’re going to have another kid instead.

“Mm-hmm.”

That seemed to answer that. I watched her chew on her lip. “So…do you want more kids?”

She took a minute to answer. “I don’t know. I…sometimes I have a hard time with being a mom.”

“I can imagine…”

“I had a really bad pregnancy with Ronnie. And after, too.” She hugged herself tighter. “I got really depressed. Greg and I almost separated.”

Diana had told me all this, in confidence. I wasn’t supposed to know.

“We’re okay now,” she continued, “at least, I’m okay. More or less. We’re still working on things.”

I knew what that was like.

Julia looked up, searched my face. Blurted, “Why haven’t you married Diana?”

“What?”

“Do you love her?” Julia turned slightly. Shifted closer. “You’ve almost been together as long as me and Greg. Why haven’t you gotten married?”

“Um. Well…”

“Greg told me that Marlene offered to pay for your wedding and your honeymoon if you did.”

Ah, yes. Marlene and her good intentions. What a god-awful no-win situation that had been.

“Yeah, she did.”

“But you didn’t.”

I shook my head. “No, we didn’t.”

“Why?”

I sighed, exasperated. “Julia…”

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” I was getting grumpy. “Good.”

She changed the subject. “Are you hungry?”

I hadn’t eaten anything since my bowl of granola that morning. My stomach was doing flip-flops. That was probably what was making me cranky. Low blood sugar.

“Oh, yeah.”

***

We paid another ten bucks to enter a beer garden. For our ten dollars, we got a pair of red tickets – scrip – to use for one drink each. I got a foamy, lukewarm cup half full of dark ale and Julia got a small cup of hard lemonade.

The lady who served our drinks pointed at me, then at Julia. “Hey, are you two related?”

“Uh,” I glanced at Julia. “No…”

“Wow. You really look a lot alike, like you could be twins, almost.”

Julia’s head jerked back half an inch. “We do?

The woman nodded sagely. She reached out and patted the back of Julia’s hand. “Oh, honey, yes you do. Mary!” She called to her partner, busy ringing up the customers at the end of the line. “Look at these two and tell me they aren’t brother and sister.”

Mary pushed her bifocals back up her nose and examined us. “Yep. You’re right Deb.” She pointed at Julia, then at me, twirling her finger in a circle. “It’s right there in the noses and the eyes.”

“Honey, I am never wrong about these things.” I handed Mary our scrip as Deb leaned over the canvas covered table. “I’ll bet a dollar to donuts you kids are tryin’ to spoof us. You here with the rest of your families?”

I looked around, whispered. “Actually, Deb, you’re right. We are brother and sister…But we have kind of a…” I trailed off.

“Kind of what?”

I glanced at Julia, who was staring at me. I gave her a quick grin.

“We have a little secret.”

“Oh! Really! What kind of…secret?”

“Well…”

Deb’s sweaty face flushed pink with the prospect of being let in on our big secret. I lowered my voice even more.

“Now, this is just between you and me, Okay?” She nodded gravely. I motioned her even closer, and then blurted in a loud enough for everyone around us to hear, “We’re also having a passionate, torrid affair.”

                               

Deb’s eyes popped open, horrified and scandalized. I took my plastic cup full of warm foam and held my finger up to my lips. “Shhhh…”

I hooked my arm around Julia’s waist and whisked her off into the crowd. Leaving Deb behind, sputtering in indignation. “Well I never…”

Julia covered her mouth with her hand. Her shoulders were shaking, trying hard not to laugh. I took a sip of my drink and licked away the foam mustache. Julia grinned up at me. “That wasn’t very nice.”

A few steps into the crowd, I reluctantly let go of her waist. “Yeah, well. Nobody ever said I was a very nice guy.”

We made our way to an empty, shaded picnic bench off in a corner of the tent, as far away from Deb as we could get. We sat and I helped Julia unpacked her bag. We pulled out a ton of food. Almost enough to feed almost everyone in the beer garden.

“I made sandwiches and potato salad.”

“Wow.”

Julia grinned and gave me a turkey and cheese sandwich wrapped in wax paper. I un-wrapped it and took a bite. Rolled my eyes back into my head and made a yummy sound.

“Mmm. That’s good.”

She opened a small container of the salad and pushed it towards me. Handed me a white plastic spoon. “Here, try some of this.”

I took a bite. Manic-depressive or not, the girl could cook. I know it was only potato salad, but it tasted like heaven. We ate in a companionable silence for few minutes. Just the sound of our chewing and my yummy sounds. I finished my sandwich and crumpled the wax paper into a ball, shot it into a wastebasket.

I cheered for myself. “Score!”

Julia giggled, reached over and wiped my cheek with her paper napkin. She pulled away, looking sheepish.

“Thanks mom.” I said.

She pointed at my lip. “You…had some mustard, right there…” She wrinkled her nose. “Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Mustard can leave a nasty stain.”

“Mm.”

“So…” Julia picked at the yellow blob on her napkin. “Have you ever…ever had a mad, passionate affair?”

“What?”

“You know,” she cocked her head Deb’s way.

“Oh, you mean a passionate, torrid affair,” I corrected her. Trying to gauge where this was going.

“Right. Sorry.”

She stared at me, and kept nervously playing with the napkin.

I blinked first. “Seriously?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You mean…while I’ve been with Diana?”

“Well, yeah. Or…any at all, I guess.” She shrugged.

“Julia…why? Have you?”

She glanced away, tore tiny shreds of paper that blew away. “No.”

“You sure?”

“Mm.” She nodded, glanced back at me. “But…”

“But?”

She cocked her head again, stared at her hands, then at me. “There was a guy who I thought…you know…that maybe I could’ve. If things had been…different.”

My head was spinning. “Julia…”

She pushed away from the table and started cleaning up. We’d been sitting for longer than I thought. The warm sunlight around us was slowly turning a dull gray and the air was cooling; the shadows growing longer in the grass around the edge of the tent’s rigging.

Julia threw away the garbage and strapped on her pack. Took a quick, sharp breath, and tried a smile. “C’mon, Cowboy. Let’s go have a ride on the Ferris wheel.”

***

I stared up at the giant wheel spinning above my head. The sky was a deep shade of purple, and it was dark enough now that I couldn’t make out the people in the top seats, except for some tiny, dangling legs. Julia was buying more scrip for the rides.

“Oh. Shit,” I said.

“What?”

I was getting dizzy just standing there. “Jule, I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

“You’re telling me that my big, strong Cowboy is afraid of heights?”

All around us, kids were squealing, being spun and dipped and flung around in the dilapidated looking rides. Guys that looked like escaped mental patients and ex-dock workers ignored the cries, hawking cheesy prizes that were probably worth less than the price of a ticket to play whatever the game was. Creepy loud organ music blared from speakers mounted on wooden poles everywhere. Lights began flickering on. I could faintly hear a live band playing some twangy country song off in the distance.

“Uh, no. But…”

“But what?”

“Does this thing look safe to you? I mean…”

She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into line. I followed her reluctantly, but that warm tingle was back, sending vibrations from her fingertips down my arm and into my crotch. The line wasn’t long; Julia handed our Carny/ex-con two of the red tickets and whispered something to him that I didn’t catch.

He chomped on the stump of a cigar and grinned at me, then ushered us onto a thin wooden seat, leering down at Julia’s tits as she scooted by him. I was more than a little surprised he didn’t help Julia up with a hand on her ass. Instead, he simply watched us buckle in and then pushed a slim metal bar down in front of our waists until it locked. The paint on the wheel and the seats was dull white, trimmed with gold and red, and flaking off.

“Have a nice ride, boys and girls!” He smacked a lever, and we scooted backwards off the platform. A second later, and my feet were dangling into space. A cool breeze blew the smell of buttered popcorn and cow poop our way as we lifted into the air.

Julia leaned back and closed her eyes, content. The stupid seat rocked and tilted. The ground was already far enough away that I couldn’t jump for it without breaking something important. She seemed fine; I thought I was going to puke.

“Hey Cowboy,” Julia reached over and patted my leg. “You okay?”

“Fine,” I said.

Her hand stayed on my thigh. “Sure?”

I nodded tightly. “Yep.”

She sighed and wiggled her butt. The stupid seat wiggled and creaked. “You know, I had my first kiss at a fair.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” She snuggled up and leaned her head on my shoulder. “On a Ferris wheel.”

That peculiar burning sensation flooded through me again. “Oh…well. Huh.”

Julia smiled and snuggled even closer, pushed her hand down between my legs. She gave the inside of my thigh a gentle squeeze, and I felt her breast press softly against my arm. We reached the apex of our climb, and the fairgrounds spread out underneath us, lit up and sparkling like a jewel in the twilight.

The mechanism controlling the wheel suddenly bucked and clanked and groaned, and the wheel stopped turning, with our little carriage rocking right at the top. I think I saw Julia hide a grin.

“Well, look at that,” she whispered in my ear. “Maybe we’re stuck.”

“You’re kidding, right.”

She laughed and unbuckled her safety belt. Her hand slowly moved up the inside of my thigh. I jumped. The damn seat rocked violently until I settled down. Her hand stopped moving.

Now it was resting on my crotch.

I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she was doing, to tell her to put her safety belt back on, that she could fall and get smooshed, or whatever. And then she jumped me.

***

It took me a second to realize her tongue was already in my mouth. She’d pushed hard against me, one arm wrapped around my neck and her hand playing with my hair while she kissed me; all the while gently rubbing my crotch with her other hand.

My mouth felt like it was on fire.

And my crotch…

I was awkwardly pinned against the thin wooden slats that were the side of our carriage. She’d practically crawled right into my lap. The hand that was insistently massaging my cock stopped for a second and fumbled around until it found mine. She pressed my hand hard against her belly and slowly pushed it upwards, guiding it to her breast.

Her shirt came un-tucked. I touched warm, smooth flesh and heard a low, animal growl come from deep in Julia’s throat. My hand finally began to move on its own and found her breast, cupped in a sheer lace bra. Her nipple poked into my palm, and I gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, God…” She pulled away from me, panting, and went to work on my zipper. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you forever…”

I didn’t fight her. Julia’s hands reached into my shorts and pulled me out. She stroked me until I was nice and hard, smiling a mischievous little smile. Her eyes were wide and luminous in the dark.

“W-what…?

She bent and kissed the tip of my cock, poking well up past my belly button. “I was just thinking…you don’t have to worry about the horse’s dick.”

“Oh, well, that’s good. Julia, I…ahhhh…”

She slipped the head of my cock into her silky, wet mouth, and I almost screamed. The carriage did a little jig as she slowly took me in, wiggling her body even closer to me, slurping greedily. She paused with her lips halfway down my shaft, tickling me with her tongue, and then eased down on me, letting me slip the rest of the way into her mouth, deep into her throat. She pulled back slowly and pushed her fingertips down into my shorts; lightly stroked my balls with her fingernails.

The carriage squeaked as she worked me. I tried to relax, but the tension from knowing I was maybe just a loose, rusty bolt away from death wouldn’t let me.

Still, it barely took a minute before my orgasm boiled up and over. I could’ve sworn I shot a garden-hose full of come into her mouth. I thought she was going to suck me inside out, and my balls kept on pumping. Energizer balls.

Eventually, I slumped back onto the wood slats, drained. Julia sat up, braced her hands on my chest and tilted her head back. She swallowed hard a couple times, licked her lips, and then laughed and collapsed against my chest.

“Shit, Julia,” I groaned.

“Did you like that, Cowboy?”

“Ah, fuck. Yeah.”

She relaxed, snuggled close. Put a hand on my chest. “So…I guess we finally cheated.”

I nodded slowly. “I guess so.”

She toyed with my shrinking cock. The Ferris wheel’s motor clanked and we lurched forward. I was too wiped to care. Julia tucked me back into my underwear and tried to zip me up one-handed. It wasn’t working.

“Why don’t we just leave everything like this,” She giggled. “I like it.”

I laughed with her. She tilted her head up.

“You remember that morning when I…”

“Walked in on me?”

“Mm. In your dining room.”

I felt my face flush. “Yep.”

“God.” She kissed the soft spot under my chin. “I wanted you so bad that day.”

Her blouse was open, rustling in the breeze, and her t-shirt was stuck up over her tits. I pulled it back into place. The wheel stopped again, with a crunch of gears. Below us, the Carnie/ex-con was letting people off. 

“Uh, really?”

Sometimes I amaze myself with how stupid I can be. Julia hooked one of her legs over mine. I felt the warmth in her crotch burn into the top of my thigh. The carriage rocked us gently.

“I emailed you all my fantasies of you bending me over your table, and you taking me from behind. Remember?”

I nodded. Diana had read those emails.

Julia looked up at me again. Put a cool hand on my flushed cheek. I wondered how it could have felt so hot before, but now so sweet. “I liked sending you those.”

My tongue felt swollen, stuck to the roof of my mouth. “I liked them too.”

“You know, I used to sneak into the bathroom after Greg went to bed and play with myself; thinking about you reading my stories.”

Oh, I said. Huh. Suddenly my entire vocabulary had reduced into a series of primeval, one-syllable grunts.

The wheel groaned again, and we lowered a few more feet before coming to another bouncing stop.

“Do you think Diana figured it out?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. At least, she came pretty close. She teased me a lot about this trip.”

“She did?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I don’t think Greg has any idea.”

Gears shifted. We dropped again, getting closer to the crowd waiting in line below. I shifted and adjusted my junk so I could zip up. Julia sat up straight and slipped back into her safety belt. She held my hand as we spiraled the rest of the way down.

***

The Carny/ex-con was still chewing the stubby cigar butt when we jerked to a final stop. He popped the bar off our laps and let us out. He gave me a wink when I passed.

“Come on, boys and girls! Nothing to be afraid of here! Just good, clean fun on the Ferris wheel…!”

***

We meandered around for a while longer, clinging together. The reality of the blow job Julia had given me was already fading like an old memory, the only reminder a slight dampness in my shorts, and that lingering, tingling buzz that had settled in my gut.

She led me out of the maze of tents and stalls, towards the amphitheater, and the loud country twang emanating from within. Streams of guys in cowboy hats and their dates filed towards the gates. Julia tugged on my arm.

“Let’s go in!”

“You like country music?” I wondered.

She shook her head. “Hate it. I just don’t want to leave yet. And this way I can call home and have an excuse for being late.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Another forty or fifty bucks later, we were inside, leaning against a tent post and sharing a beer. A few beers and a lot of bad songs about cheating wives, broke-down trucks and runaway dogs later, Julia was pressed into me with her arms wrapped tight around my neck. She wiggled her ass in time to the music, digging it into my crotch; and damn it if my little friend didn’t just perk right up again. I don’t know how long we spent like that, but the band was coming out for its encore when we stumbled back out into the deserted night.

We headed towards the parking lot, along with a few other stragglers. The cleanup crew was out, sweeping up junk, replacing the trash bags in the garbage containers. I was so light-headed I could barely walk, but I knew I wasn’t drunk.

Halfway down an ill-lit path, Julia swerved and pulled me into a tent that had been closed down for the night. We snuck through an opening in the flap and found ourselves right where we’d watched the horse auction earlier that afternoon.

She came to me in a rush. My blood was already pounding, and this time I kissed her back hard, crushing her soft lips with mine. We kissed and eventually came up for air; our hands moving and squeezing and probing; until her nimble fingers found my zipper and unbuttoned my shorts. They fell in a heap on the ground. Our packs followed, and I yanked open her blouse, popping buttons, and practically tore off her t-shirt, giving me my first good view of her lacy white bra. In the feeble light, I could just make out the dark, circular outlines of her nipples through the sheer silk. I ran my hands over her breasts lightly, gently caressing, marveling at how heavy and full they were.

Her nipples pricked my palms, and I bent slightly and bit down, tasting her through the silk lace, feeling the rubbery tip of her nipple harden in my teeth.

Julia was gasping, tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. I raised my arms over my head, heard her sigh as she pulled it up and off. She pushed me away and pulled my underpants down in a rush. I sprang out, my dick already hard and throbbing. She quickly unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall, then turned away from me and bent over, pulling her lacy panties down to her ankles. She kicked them away, spread her legs and offered herself to me.

I looked down on her mindlessly, like an animal in heat. My cock was twitching, aching and red, engorged with blood. It pulled me toward her, like it was alive.

Julia reached around and grabbed me. Guided me to her most private spot. I groaned as the head of my cock brushed her soft, blonde thatch of pubic hair and slipped easily past her pussy lips. She grabbed hold of the wood railing to brace herself, and I pushed hard with my hips. She was burning so hot that entering her was almost painful; but she was also deliciously, slippery wet, and it seemed that her body sucked me inside her.

I shoved until I was completely buried; then I bent and rested on her back so I could run my hands freely over her entire body. I reached up, snapped her bra apart where the cups met and let her breasts hang free. I reached a hand down between her legs and found her pussy lips, spread them apart and fingered her sharp little clit. She moaned and jerked at my probing fingers.

I nuzzled her neck and whispered roughly into her ear: “Now it’s your turn.”

Julia was already gasping small, quiet cries; her hips were jerking and her legs were beginning to tremble. I reached around her belly and caught a heavy breast in my free hand, and then I held on for dear life.

***

We emerged from the tent not long after, dazed and rumpled and satisfied. Julia clung to me, her head on my shoulder and arm around my waist, her hip bumping into mine as we walked. We made our way to the main concourse and joined a small knot of people being ushered out by the event security staff. The parking lot was practically empty. When we got back to the car, it was well past midnight.

“It’s late.” She said. “Think we should call home and then go find a hotel?”

I grinned. “Sure.”

“Here.” She tossed me her keys. “I’ll call, you drive.”

“You okay?”

“My legs are…a little wobbly.”

I grinned some more. I unlocked the Land Rover and we piled in. Julia found her cell phone and called home. Woke up Greg and told him our plan. She turned her face slightly away from me and lowered her voice to a murmur. Rested her forehead on the window. Spoke softly for a bit, and then she wished him good night.

I did the same thing with Diana, more or less. Then I stuck the key in the ignition, started the ‘Rover and followed the last of the cars out of the lot.

***

I woke up early the next morning, naked, sprawled out on a damp mattress in a cheap hotel room. The old alarm clock on the nightstand next to me said it was just after six a.m. Julia was lying in the crook of my arm with the rumpled bed sheet tangled in her legs, breathing softly through her open mouth. Our clothes were scattered around the room, on tables, chairs – mostly on the floor. The air-conditioning was off and the room was already getting warm.

I eased my arm out from under her head, felt the pins and needles as my circulation slowly returned. I grimaced and rubbed the pain away. Julia mumbled something and scooted into the warm spot on my side. She rolled over and latched onto my pillow, dragged it under her chin and got comfy again. I watched her for a moment, admiring her lush, muscular curves, the sharply defined tan lines around her hips and over her breasts.

The pungent smell of our sex hung in the air like a fog.

Something Swan had said a long time ago popped into my head: Always get the proof, or no one will ever believe you. I stood and rooted in my pack until I found my cell phone. I turned on the camera feature and snapped a few rather intimate pictures, photos that I’m sure neither Diana or Greg would have approved of. I typed out a text message, attached the best of the pictures, and messaged the whole bundle to Swan. He messaged back while I was sitting on the john. Wrote:  Damn! Get that girl to sign a voucher and film something! We can use this shit!   - S

Julia was still asleep. I deleted the photos and the message, then took a quick shower to wash away the previous days’ sweaty funk and dried spunk. I dressed in my clean change of clothes, grabbed the key card and ran downstairs to a twenty-four hour deli. The fat, bald guy planted on a stool behind the counter was more interested in the rancid hot dog he was stuffing his face with than the security monitor. I guess there wasn’t anybody in this bathroom worth looking at.

I bought some fresh fruit, pastries, and a couple cold bottles of water, and ran back to our room. I tossed the key card on the small table by the window.

While I was gone, Julia had pulled the sheet up around her chest and was lying curled up on her side. I jumped on the bed and kissed her bare shoulder, worked my way up her neck to her earlobe, nibbled gently. She moaned, rolled over and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“Hi,” I said, and kissed her, lightly working my way around the hollow of her neck. She tilted her head and purred.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

“Breakfast?”

“Mmmnn.” She smiled and let the sheet fall to her waist. “Not yet…”

She reached out for me, pulling at my clothes. I threw the sheet out of our way and forgot about breakfast.

***

Our trip together ended Saturday, right about noon, when Julia eased the Land Rover to a stop at the curb back in front of my house. A sprinkler was on, swirling rainbows of water onto our lawn. Diana’s Subaru was parked in our driveway, the engine ticking.

We sat in the car for a bit with the windows cracked, quiet, letting the breeze cool us. Eventually Julia sighed.

“I guess I shouldn’t ask for a goodbye kiss,” she said, eyeing the cooling Subaru.

“Might not be the best idea.”

The front door opened. Diana stepped onto the porch and waved. I smiled. Julia smiled. We were all waving. Uncomfortably. It seemed like we’d been gone for months, instead of only a day.

My arm was already bored with the waving. “Time to go.”

I grabbed my pack and slipped out of the ‘Rover, felt grass crush under my feet. A few of my neighbors were out in the sunshine, tending to their already perfect lawns for the first time that spring. The growl of lawnmowers and the sweet smell of cut grass permeated the air.

I shut the car door and took a deep breath, thinking that this was how the country should’ve smelled like...

Then I sneezed. Diana and Julia both laughed, and knew I was home.

***

Well. There you have it. The entire, uncensored story.

That was the last time I saw Julia for several weeks. We both got busy with the usual life type stuff. Swan and I got a sweet offer to make a film from someone we’d bits and pieces of work for. A real movie – not a bad porno or cheesy television commercial or cable thing, but a real motion picture, produced with real Hollywood money, shot on location in Los Angeles.

And instead of getting that dog her kids wanted, Julia missed her period. We weren’t able to spend much time together, after that.

Now Swan and I are living in L.A. full time. The movie is in the can, and now we’re in the editing process, working to finish for a spring release. Diana and I broke it off a few months ago. The stress and anxiety of trying to keep a long distance relationship going made the situation impossible, and she was settled back home, just didn’t want to make the move.

So here I am, a little more than nine months later, single for the first time in years, albeit finally gainfully employed, at least for the time being. Sitting at the kitchen table in our shared apartment in Venice, eating a quick lunch and checking out an email that Julia just sent me.

Looking at pictures of her bouncing new baby boy.

Julia says that everyone thinks the baby looks just like her. Maybe so. It sure doesn’t look anything like Greg.

Julia’s folks bought a sailboat and moved to Marina Del Ray not too long ago. In her email she says that she’s making plans to come and visit them with the baby, and she was wondering if it would be okay if she dropped by for a couple days while she was here…

Well.

I haven’t answered her yet.

Now, this didn’t seem to work real well the last time I tried it. But why don’t we put this to a vote? Let me know what you think I should do, folks; if I should ask her to come, or not. And maybe we’ll talk some more, later.

~ Dev

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a Friday morning, time for our last session of the week, I noticed Renee looking especially nice this morning, her shirt seemed shorter than normal so regardless of her position, I was seeing plenty of skin.  She informed me that today was a measurement day, not a lifting day.  I was pretty sure that was untrue, but there was no way in hell I was going to say otherwise.  Measurement day meant alone in a cubicle with her hands all over me checking my progress.  We went to her cube, I took the normal position next to her desk as she serched for her tape measure.  We began discussing plans for the weekend, what she and her stud guy had going, but she seemed more interested in me and what I had going.  Her giggles and glances almost seemed flirtatious.  She took my arm measurements, neck, calves, etc.  The feeling alone of her soft hands on my arms and legs arroused me a little, just enough to begin to give me a bit of a rise, and if you looked hard enoug at my gym shorts you could see that a semi-hard erection was not far around the corner.  When she got to my waist measurement she stood behind me, pressing her massive chest onto my lower back as she reached her short arms around me.  She's done this a dozen times before but something about today seemed like she held me just a little closer and pressed just a little harder.  Maybe I was reading into this too much, but I think she was trying to turn me on.  It was working, almost to the point of embarrasement.  I kept thinking to myself not to get hard, that this would be over soon.  She became frustrated b/c she couldn't get the measurement so she came around to the front of me, she reached back around me, again her massive tits poking into my lower abs, I almost couldn't stand it and was sure if she didn't stop at any moment her tits would get a handshake from my now growing cock.  She reached around, held the tape with one hand and as she pulled it around my waist she sat down, directly in front of me, her face at my navel level as she pulled the tip around, joining the two ends just under my belly button.  4 inches above my glory land!  She held it there, staring at it, my mind was racing as to what she was thinking, wondering if she'd notice.  As she broke, she looked up at me, "About 8 inches?"  Not a word came from my mouth, I just stared down at her smiling up at me, "Is that about right, 8 inches?"  Still no words, just silent humiliation as I couldn't stop it, it was now an all-out-raging-hard-on, standing straight up.  She turned back to her computer, typed in a few things, closed the screen and turned back to me.  "Well, I think we're wrapped up for today, unless you need help taking care of that?" as she looked at my massive boner.  "D, do what?"  I fumbled out.  "You heard me," with that sexy smile gazing up at me, "would you like for me to help you with that?"  "Um, do the words hell yeah say it clearly enough?"  Renee looked at her watch, "well I have 4 hours till my next client, what's your plan stud?"  "How about across the street?"  referring to the hotel across the street and still completely unsure if this conversation was realy happening.  Renee handed me a card, "here's my cell phone number, I'll be in the parking lot waiting across the street for my room number destination."  I was amazed at how relaxed and patient she seemed to be, almost like it was part of her normal services or something.  Anyway the cost of the room and dialing of her number all seemed to happen in about 2 minutes, not even stopping to think about how'd I'd explain the 125.00 I'd explain to my boss that I just put on my corporate credit card.

"Room 11," I said nervously.  "See you in a minute," was all she said before she hung up.  I kept thinking that b/c she was so willing and un-put out by all this that there was a catch.  I stood, in the room, still massively erect as she tapped on the door.  I opened it, and there she was, in all her glory.  She stepped in, an innocence about her heavenly frame as she neetly tucked her dark hair behind her ears.  She briefly glanced around the room with a smile on her sweet face as I shut and locked the door, unsure about my first move.  She turned to me, "so, now that you have me here, what are you going to do to me?"  I looked in her dark eyes and stepped closer, "what made you come here with me, you don't seem nervous about this at all?"  "I've been with a married man before, I'm not nervous.  Besides, I've been wanting this since our first session."  "You have?" I asked.  "Are you kidding me, was it not obvious from my behavior?  I was beginning to think that you were way to faithful to your wife and I was about to give up.  My boyfriend is so fucking jealous of you, he's still pissed that I drew your name."  "You drew my name, I thought you were assigned to me?"  "Oh no, I picked you, just don't tell anyone b/c we're not supposed to show favortism.  I've fantasized about fucking you since we first met."  With that I stepped closer to her, wrapping my arms around her small waist and pulling her to me.  "Is that so?"  I asked.  She looked up at me, "Yes, I want you to fuck me in everyway you'd like to, use me for your own pleasure, do whatever your wife will never let you do."  At that moment I realized that this little angel was more of a little slut and I was going to remind her of that.  She reached up those sexy lips and from the instant our mouths met, it was instant heat.  Our tongues went wild in each other's mouths, pulling, tasting, frantically making out like two teenagers.  I held her so close, not wanting to ever release her, but I knew I only had a few hours to fuck her sensless.  Lips never parting, she began lifting my shirt, and I hers.  She stopped me, removed my shirt then stepped back.  She gripped the sides of her tight black shirt then in what seemed like slow motion she peeled back her tight shirt.  Just as I thought, as soon as her sports bra covered tits had the chance, they sprung free, forcing that bra to do it's job.  I couldn't wait the next step.  She knew what I wanted to see, and she smiled.  Again she gripped the sides of her black sports bra, she inched it off of her massive jugs.  The bottoms snuck out, then the tips of her pink nipples, then once past the point of no return, she finished pulling it up and off of her head.  It was official, I was facing the most proportionately massive tits I've ever seen.  They were perfect, no bounce (obviously quite expensive), smooth, tan, and ready for me.  I stepped to her, taking over with my mouth, sucking each nipple forcefully.  She groaned and whinced and I knew she loved for her big fake titties to have attention.  I pulled and nibbled, squeezed, licked, and sucked them for all that I was worth.  She ran her soft finers through my hair, breathing heavily, getting lost in my mouth.  My right hand moved down, on the outside of her tight shorts, cupping her pussy, it was on fire.  She squeeled out, she was soaking through her shorts.  I wasn't even going to pretend to tease her like I planned, I had to see what was under those skin tight shorts.  I moved my hand up her crotch to the top of the shorts, then back down the inside of them.  As I got close to her mound I knew in an instant that she was shaved clean and that made me want to suck her right then and there.  As I moved to the underslope of her, my finers were already getting damp.  Now I realized a few things; she wanted me as bad as I wanted her, she wasn't wearing panties, and as loose as she was down there I knew this wasn't anywhere near her first rodeo!  My middle finger slide diligently inside her wet folds, followed by finger number two, pushsing deep in her wet opening.  She groaned and pressed into my hand with her hips as I continued to suck her nipples.  She moved her hand to my bulge on my shorts but couldn't give it due attentiong b/c my fingers were driving her insane.  I knew I could make her cum soon, and I had every intention on doing so.  I walked her to the bed, she finished the move by laying back on it.  She grabbed her own shorts and lifted her tight ass off the bed, pushsing her own shorts down.  Her pussy was magnificent, perfectly shaved with no stuble, her body was equally tan throughout, her lips were pink and swollen, evenly spaced around a soaking wet dark hole.  She was gushing down there.  I was amazed at how well taken care of her pussy was, she must have really put some time into that.  She spread her legs wide, holding both legs open, as if to say, "here it is in all it's glory, do with it what you will!!"  I did, I was looking down at this once in a lifetime beauty, and I was going to savour the oportunity.  My two fingers went back in her, this time I was able to really push them in as I stood over her, looking down on her as I began to finger fuck her.  She closed her eyes and let me know audibly how good that felt.  I fucked her with my two skilled fingers as I used my other hand to reach up and fondle her massive D-sized jugs.  She twitched her hips around the bed.  I was realizing how much fluid was coming from her, my hand was a mess, and I was loving this.  I played with her clit, sometimes using both hands on her pussy, even taking time to switch hands to make sure that her nipples were covered in her own fluids.  She would rub her own juices from her nipples then lick her fingers.  She was so lost in this moment, 10 people could have walked in and she never would have known it.  I wanted to taste her, and I did. Dropping to my knees and burrying my face in her wet lips.  I was hoping to have her cum within 10 minutes, it was more like 30 seconds.  When my hands parted her red lips and my tongue brushed her clit, she snapped into a bucking wild child!  Her hips fucked up and off the bed over and over, she wanted to cum in my mouth and I could tell.  I wrapped my hands under her tight ass cheeks and pushed my mouth deeper inside her yummy cunt.  She fucked my face for only a few seconds before screaming so loud I thought we'd get caught, then unloaded the most massive orgasm I've ever had come from a woman.  Her juices tasted as sweet as her mouth, and I drank them down like a pro, not letting a drop get anywhere other than my lips.  30 seconds of this and she was drained, temporarily.  I figured after that it would take 30 minutes to regain her strenght, but this little pistol knew what she wanted.  Practically grabbing me by my hair she pulled me up to her and kissed me, lickign my mouth, she loved how her pussy tasted.  She reached down and grabbed me over my shorts, I was as hard as ever.  "Fuck me!" She said through gritted teeths, "let me see your cock."  I obeyed, standing up, tearing my shorts down to let my massive erection bounce free, a small dangle of cum hanging from the end.  She sat up on her elbows and smiled at it, "now that's a cock, my goddamn boyfriend is so fucking small from steroids I have to use toys to get real satisfaction.  Fuck me right now," she commanded.  She spread wide, I climed on, and the head of my giant boner plunged in her.  She must have used large toys b/c I slid directly inside of her with no problem.  She was a screamer but not b/c she was tight.  It didn't take anything to get going, she wrapped her toned legs around me and again gave me the "fuck me" command and I did.  Her warm hand planted on my ass driving me in her, I was an animal.  I absolutely fucked her as hard as I could, forcefully, agressively, and she took it all.  I was almost grunting with each forcefuly thrust in her and she took it all like a little whore.  I was fucking her harder than I thought I could ever do and I liked the force behind my plunges.  My wife always made me go slow, this was my chance to literally bang someone.  Our bodies slapped against each other with each plunge inside of her.  She kept telling me to open my eyes, holding my chin to face her and off and on her eyes would close.  She loved having me watch her face as I fucked her.  I was wondering about my orgasm, where did she want it, was she ready for it?  It was too late to care, it was approaching, I had to warn her.  And between the thrusts I had to warn her, I knew she heard me b/c she looked directly in my eyes and pulled harder on my ass.  That told me all I needed to know, my thrusts became less forcefull and more rapid.  She bucked back quickly, screaming in pleasure, then it happened, her eyes went wide open, locked on mine as a solid stream of cum began to erupt.  I held myself as deep in her as I could as I filled her insides with my semen.  I wondered what my wife would think, but it was too late for that now and no turning back, so I had to finish the oportunity.  After I was done unleashing a record-book orgasm I pulled out of her, taking a moment to look down at that once gorgeous pussy to see what was left of it.  It was a bit tattered, bright red, and a constant stream of my cum was oozing from it.  "More perfect than ever," I thought to myself.  I looked back up to her, thinking our time was through, and was shocked by what she did next.  She reached down, ran two fingers through the sticky mess on her pussy, then licked them clean.  "MMMM, perfect!" she mumbled as she moved her head forward to my limpening cock.  "Now lets see how long it takes before you can do that again."  She smiled, looked hungrily at my dick, then started licking it up and down.  Her eyes were looking up at me as she licked me up and down with a smile on her face.  She would hold the base and slap it against her tongue, even slapping it on her face.  She rubbed the head on her eyes, over her nose, like she was smelling flowers.  She loved it, "this little slut!" I thought to myself.  She took my nuts in her mouth, I was so turned on.  She looked up, "you're close, let's see get you ready for round two."  She rubbed it more on her lips and face, took the entire thing down her throat and held it there with her nose in my pubic hair.  She really was a pro, she stroked it, jerked it, licked it, rubbed it on her nipples.  Once it was primed again she laid back on the bed, spread her legs wide and motioned for me not to lay down just yet.  She began masturbating, her left hand held the base of one of her massive tits and pushed it up to her mouth where she sucked her erect nipple.  Her right hand moved down, rubbing all of my leftover juices around her wet lips, before skillfully rubbing herself like only she knew how.  It was quite apparent that she loved to masturbate.  She closed her eyes and got lost in herself as I stood over her.  I was so fucking hard again, I had to stroke myself as I watched this athletic beauty pleasure herself.  She was really into it, moaning loudly, I was sure she was going to cum.  She sped up to the point that I figured she was going to finish, then suddenly stopped and turned over.  She got on all fours and pointed that perfectly round ass to me.  "Fuck me like this!" She demanded as I could see her little fingers holding her lips open from underneath.  On my knees behind her I held my cock, rubbing the head around on her sweet ass cheeks, leaving a small cum residue around her.  I was tempted to just cram it in her tight little dark asshole, it was so small I was sure she hadn't had it there before.  But as hard as I was banging this little slut, I wanted her to know I respected her too (mostly b/c I wanted to do this again one day).  I rubbed up and down the length of her wet lips, and she giggled, "yeah that's it, fuck me right there."  I knew she really wanted it and I could tell she was still rubbing herself on her clit.  I decided to have one last taste so I quickly moved my head down and ran my tongue the length of her slit.  I started at her fingers on her clit and ran all the way up her slit, stopping at her cute tight asshole and giving it a little probe with my tongue.  It drove her insane.  Now back on my knees, it was time to finish the job. I held the head in her, not pushsing it, teasing her.  She grabbed a handfull of pillow with her free hand and pushed herself back onto me, taking my entire length deep in her.  "Oh fuck yeah!"  She screamed as she held it there.  She rubbed her clit with one hand as I gripped her hips and began plunging long smooth strokes in and out of her.  She was face down in heaven.  "Oh god, god, yes, yes, that's it, please, don't stop, fuck, me, fuck, me, ugh, ugh, ugh,"  Was about all she said for 15 minutes.  It seems like the louder our bodies slapped together the harder and faster she'd push the next time.  She liked hearing our bodies slap together and it was obvious.  I knew she was close, and I knew I was too.  Who first, I wondered.  I gripped harder, and now started slamming her with a determination to see who could cum first.  I could see her massive jugs swaying around under her, she would even put her face down so they slapped her chin, she loved it hard and rough.  I gave it to her harder than before, slamming her hard and fast.  She was close and she told me not to stop, she was about to cum.  I knew it was time when she removed her hand and clinched tight on the bed sheet and stuck her ass deeper into me.  She put her face in the pillow, quit moving, and I felt the contractions coming, followed by her loud moans and squeels as she unleashed herself around me.  Her pussy got so tight while she came, it was all I needed to get me to the point of finishing.  She pushed back a few more times to finishs herself and she knew it was my turn so she quickly slid off and spun around on her back, laying all the way down.  I knew what she wanted and I gave it to her.  She pulled her hair back behind her head as I stradled her chest and jerked my cock with long determined strokes.  I only hoped after my first orgasm that I'd have enough to paint her really good.  She anxiously awaited, mouth open, tits inviting me.  Now it was here, I held the base of my cock and first decided to start on her massive targets.  As soon as I saw the first shot, I knew that quantity wouldn't be an issue.  I first hit her left nipple, watching my cum running down the outside of her breast.  Then quickly I spattered the right one, missing the nipple but leaving plenty of mess for her before moving the remaing loads of cum across her chest, neck, chin then the final load all over her sweet little face.  I jerked as much as I could, unloading drops and streams over her lips, in one eye and just above the other, all over her cheeks and chin.  Once I was drained I let her suck the rest dry, and she did like a good little girl.  She cleaned me off before even starting to clean herself.  I grabbed her some towells and she laughed as she thanked me, wiping herself clean.  I laid on the bed as I watched her walk her amazing naked body to the bathroom and turn the shower on.  She talked to me as she showered with the curtain open.  She was pretty cute as she tried to hold her hair out of the water.  I offered to help her soap up so she could hold her hair out of the water and she laughed, "sure baby, you got it."  We joked at how much attention I paid to her chest.  She dried off, and got dressed.  She gave me a giant hug.  "thank you so much."  I asked why she was thanking me and she just smiled and kissed me, "i'll explain some day."  And off she was.... It was too much for me to return to work, so I finished the afternoon laying in my hotel room, coming up with the guilt-free look when I got home.  I think I pulled it off b/c I had amazing sex with my wife that night.

Renee and I have had 4 sessions since this story occured, and for the most part they've remained professional.  Although I notice the subtle touches when she spots me.  She tends to hold her hand there just a tad longer, or a little tighter.  Her clothes are sexy as ever and this morning in the middle of a set she whispered to me that she missed me.  I know we'll be together again, but when?  Saturday night is the gym Christmas party, and my wife and I have been invited.  Renee asked if we were going and when I said yes, she just winked and smiled.  We'll see what happens next, if anything................................

He offered her a massage, an offer he knew she never resisted. As she positiioned herself in front of him, she could feel that there was noticable bulge in his tight jeans. His hands felt so smooth running accross her back and shoulders. Every minute her panites getting wetter from his touch. Her glass soon ran empty, she started to feel very drunk, yet she conceeded when he offered to pour her another.

About two sips into her second glass she just could not resist the urge to reach back casually and rub. Luckily he took hints better in person than in texts. He asked her to take off her shirt, knowing she had nothing under it except her 34 DD breasts. She quickly obliged convicing herself it was nothign more than wanting a better massage. Telling him to mind the ground rules she had set afterall she was engaged.

Not even minutes later his hands soon found themselves to her chest. He began rubbing them in a circular motion which soon led to him just trying to encompass them completely in his warm hands. He started pinching her pierced nipples commenting on how nice her breasts were. She laughed at him telling him how she had always had the same boobs, asking him why he never seemed to notice them when she was a freshman.

He finally kissed her neck something she had been waiting for the whole time. Feeling his hot breath on her ear he whispered, "I always wanted to touch them but I was too shy." She couldn't believe it, her suspicions had been true! She quickly turned around doingwhat she had waited so many years to do, she finally kissed him. It was a deep and hard kiss, catching him off guard. 

Feeling quite confident she dropped off the couch onto her knees in front of him. She soon realized he had on a complicated belt and as inebriated as she was she had to ask him to assist her with it. Finally after minutes of struggleing his 8 inch cock sprung loose. She quickly moved it to her lips. Not wanting to waste a moment.

In between moans he was able to breathlessly able to explain that he had not been with a woman in over 7 months. She couldn't control herself and decided she needed to give him a release eventhough she knew she was cheating, it just felt so right. Flicking her tounge over the slit and her mastered deep throating soon drove him to cum. Spurt after spurt of hot salty cum erupted as she swallowed it all. He whimpered as she licked him clean.

He looked at his phone surprised he has missed 13 calls from his family. Over an hour late to HIS welcome home party. They quickly dressed as he rushed out the door. She gave him a final kiss telling him she needed to find him a single friend. 

     We sat at the bar and talked for an hour or so until this annoying couple came over and started blabbing on and on. At that point, I touched her leg as if to say 'can you believe these people?' But she took it differently. She put her hand on my leg and started rubbing. At that point, I was like, 'let's go drink from my mini bar.'

     She said, 'let's go.' As we walked out, I could see angry, jealous men staring at us. I was even more turned on. As we walk out, I decided to test the waters. I grabbed her arm and told her to kiss me. She was all over me.

     I'm a good looking guy, but this chick was legendary. I was thinking, all I have to do is get her up to my room now. We get into the elevator and start kissing again. She took off her heels, which made her my height, and started on my neck.

     As soon as we get into the room, she sits on my bed and unbuttons my jeans. With her smoothe, white hands, she reached into my pants and pulls my cock out and takes it into her mouth. I can't believe it. I'm looking up at the ceiling thinking, 'this is unbelievable.'

     She was so gorgeous that I would have been happy just eating her snatch. She wouldn't wait long enough. We tested every position. I even put my cock in her butt. And what a great ass it was.

Oh, and I sucked her great toes, too.

     And the thing was, I had just been with a 42 year old the night before. I was on a roll. This was just a Saturday night. We had two more nights together. But on Sunday morning, she and her aunt was in the food court. She was wearing a pair white jeans. Her ass looked fabulous. I was thinking to myself, 'my cock was in her ass the night before.'

     The last night together, Monday, we fucked for about 3 hours. She saved the best for last... after some good sex, she asked me to finish by jerkin off. when i got near climax, she took over and swallowed ever drop.

     We talked a few times after that and tried to set up a long weekend, but it never happened. but of the women i've been with, she truly is the best I could have hoped for.

later

I sat at my desk and somehow my hand found its way into my jeans. I started stroking my tingling cock as I played each video.

I closed my eyes and imagined myself as the guy in one of the pictures who was fucking a Latina slut with a fat pussy to kill for. The guy was fucking and sucking her brains out after they’d just met her minutes ago at a park.

Why can’t things like that ever happen to me? The guys in porno flicks have all the luck. I’d love to fuck a hot slut that I just met, but stuff like that never happens to me.

I forced the thought out of mind and forced myself to think about the videos of Tatiana. Just as I was getting into it, my leg started vibrating. My pager was going off.

I work for a plumbing company. I’m on call during work hours, so I spend most of that time doing whatever I want until a call comes in.

I swear those people have the worst timing. They always call when I’m deep into something I enjoy, like jacking off, for instance.

I called my dispatcher, Susie. She said, “Victor, let me run a name past you: Lydia Newman. Does that name ring a bell?”

“No, should it?” I asked.

“Yes. She’s a customer that you serviced just a few days ago and she’s already calling back complaining that her pipes won’t stop leaking since you came out there.”

My hard-on was dwindling away. I started pulling my jeans back up as I scrolled through my mental rolodex of customers that I’d serviced in the last few days. I remembered Lydia Newman.  She was a fox, a few years older than me but sexy as hell and very flirtatious.

I said, “Susie, I apologize about the pipes, but they were working fine when I left and she seemed happy. She even gave me a twenty-dollar tip.”

“Regardless of that, she still made a re-call, so this time I want you to get it right. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She read off Ms. Newman’s address. I don’t have the best memory in the world, but for some reason, that address didn’t sound right.

“Be prompt,” Susie said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. “I’ll do that.”

She hung up without saying goodbye. I slammed the phone down and called her every curse word I could think of.

I checked my watch after I calmed down. I wanted—no, I needed to finish masturbating, but I didn’t have very much time to get to where I was going so I bookmarked Nasty Napster and disconnected from the Internet.

Not only did the address seem different, the drive to Lydia’s house seemed different too. This neighborhood was a lot nicer than what I remembered. This was a more expensive area with great landscaping and houses the size of small apartment buildings. It didn’t look familiar at all.

Something just wasn’t right.

She even answered the door in a strange way—on the first knock. I usually had to wait a minute for the customer to get to the door.

But the person who opened the door was indeed the woman who had been flirting with me a couple days earlier. The only difference was she looked a lot better today. Her makeup and hair was done and she was wearing some kind of one-piece, wrap-around skirt that looked like she’d taken it out of an old Japanese movie. It was very colorful and showed an ample amount of cleavage.

“Hi, you called?” I said as I struggled to keep my gaze focused on her eyes instead of her breasts. My cock started sliding down my leg.

She stepped to the side to let me in. “I think I have a leak under the sink. You could come take a look at it,” she said. She closed the door and locked it.

I wasn’t sure if Lydia remembered me, but she showed no signs of recognition.

I followed her through the house and complimented her on it just to see her reaction. There was none. She just said thanks and kept leading the way.

We arrived at a small bathroom just beyond the stairs. “It’s in there,” she pointed.

I took a look in the half-bathroom. There wasn’t any water on the floor, nor a bucket under the faucet to catch leaking water. “Under the sink?” I asked, dumbfounded.

I sat on the floor to get a better look, examined every inch of pipe carefully. “I don’t see a leak.”

“Well, there’s gotta be because I’m feeling all wet all over,” said Lydia.

I looked up. She had that sexy expression from days ago when she was flirting with me and I thought maybe she was doing it again. There was something sexual in the way she said her last statement.

“Excuse me?” I chuckled.

Her wrap-around was split in the front and I could see glimpses on her bald pussy as she smiled and stepped over my outstretched legs.

My cock reacted immediately and started sliding a little farther down my thigh.

“Here, I’ll show you,” said Lydia.

She kneeled in front of me with her legs spread wide apart. She opened the skirt fully, revealing a pouty cunt with traces of juice between the lips.

“Oh, my god!” I blurted.

It was obvious what she wanted and I felt the same way, plus I was still very horny from the videos I'd seen.

She placed her hand over her snatch. A red fingernail disappeared between the swollen outer lips, and then reappeared as she slowly masturbated in front of me.

“It’s wet all over. See?”

I slid forward as my cock grew even stiffer. I touched her thigh and then moved my hand towards her pussy. She moved her hand out of the way and spread her thighs a little wider.

I touched the tender mound, then started thumbing along the outer lips and let my thumb slip between them. She was right. It was saturated. She was hornier than me, if you can believe that.

Her breathing got heavier and her legs started trembling. “Do you think you can fix it?” she moaned.

“If I can get my tool out, I’m sure I can do something about it.” It sounded corny, but that’s what they would have said in a porno.

She stood, said, “Come with me.”

I followed her to the living room. She motioned for me to sit on the couch. She kneeled between my legs, unzipped my pants, and reached inside.

“Is this your tool?” she joked, but her mood turned serious as she fondled my cock. She was surprised at how big and thick it was and I wasn’t fully hard yet.

She pulled it and started kissing and licking it. She closed her soft lips around the head and slid her tongue from side to side, and then she started going down, down further, and down some more until she’d consumed almost the full length of my shaft. My cock grew to full erection inside her mouth.

She pulled it out, kissed it, and resumed slurping the bulky meat stick.

“Yeah. Yeah, oh, suck that,” I moaned. I closed my eyes and leaned back and let her have her way with it. The air was filled with the sounds of her lips smacking on my cock.

When I opened them I noticed the pictures on the entertainment center. None of them were pictures of Lydia.

That’s when it all made sense. This wasn’t her house. She had borrowed a friend’s house to fuck me away from home. But why?

I felt a tugging on my pants. I looked down. Lydia had her lips pressed firmly on my cock.

Still licking around the head and kissing it, she said, “Let me help you get out of these pants.”

Both hands were wrapped around the bottom of my dick. There were tan lines around her left ring finger. She was married. No wonder she didn’t want to fuck at home.

I lifted my pelvis off the couch as she pulled my pants to the floor.

Now I could open my legs wider and give her better access to my cock. She took my prick whole to the back of her mouth and pulled it out with a loud pop.

“Oh, yeah.”

“More comfortable?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

We went on like this for minutes with her deep-throating me, kissing all around my cock, slurping my balls, and stroking pre-cum out of my cock so she could savor its flavor.

When she was done, my whole pelvic area was soaked in her saliva and my cock was jumping like crazy.

She stood up and turned around. She bent over reaching between her legs for my dick. She started stroking it up and down, keeping it rock hard as I stared at her beautiful ass and the pussy lips that decorated the middle of it.

She rubbed the head along the lips. It was hot like an oven, and very tight, yet the head slipped in and out without a problem.

Lydia was teasing me, making me want her more by the sight, sound, and feel of my cock head slipping around and about on her wet cunt.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she let it slip inside. It was an easier entry than I’m used to. Lydia’s pussy adjusted quickly to accommodate my girth, which was remarkable considering she was holding her legs pressed close together, which made her hole seem that much tighter.

She kept easing back on my hard prick until I felt her ass cheeks touch my hips. My cock was throbbing inside her. I don’t know if she could feel it, but it was driving me nuts with the desire to cum in her pussy.

She started moving. It was an in-and-out motion at first, and then she started grinding from side to side, enjoying the pleasurable width of my eager cock.

“It’s so good,” I said. “Yeah, ride my cock. Ride it. Ride that pussy on my cock.”

She started bouncing and grinding more aggressively. Soon, we were both moaning in ecstasy.

“You’re so tight!” I grabbed a handful of ass and aided in bouncing her wet pussy on my hard dick.

My balls started tightening and I prepared myself for what I thought would be the best orgasm of my life. But just as I was reaching my peak, she stood up and my cock fell out with loads of shiny pussy juice covering its entire length.

Lydia lay on the other couch and opened her legs wide, then parted her sweet pussy lips and waited for me come plug her pink hole.

She was gorgeous and so erotic lying there in such a compromising position. She started fingering her clit as I entered her. She kept staring at me like I was a piece of meat and I couldn’t get enough of it.

Her pussy felt good with her on her back but I liked it better when she was riding me backwards on the couch. As tight as her cunt was now, it seemed much tighter before. Then I figured out why.

“Pull those legs back for me, baby,” I ordered.

Both legs went skyward, straightened out, and touched at the ankle.

The space in her hole decreased by half and I could feel the walls squeezing firmly against my meat.

I started easing in and out of her once more. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Lydia’s moaning kept getting louder as she mirrored my movements. Her toes curled up and I knew she must be having an orgasm.

“Ooh, yeah,” she whispered through heavy breathing as hot pussy juice spilled all over my hard cock. “Some more…I wanna leak some more,” she moaned.

She had no idea how sexy she looked cumming all over my cock right now.

I could feel an orgasm growing inside me. I started fucking her snatch harder, my hips smacking her tender ass.

“You’re just making me wetter. Yeah, yeah,” she cried out.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”

“All over my face.”

The thought of cumming all over this married slut’s face was all that was needed to bring me over the edge. Cum started welling inside my balls in a tension-filled moment as I continued pounding Lydia’s sweet muff.

“I want to taste it,” she said.

That was it! Hot Damn!

“Come here,” I said.

She brought her head around and licked at my shaft as she stroked it.

I could feel cum making its way up my rod. My eyes grew wide open so I could take in every erotic second of what was about to happen.

Lydia grabbed it with both hands and started stroking harder as white spoo splattered all over her eyes, face, and mouth. Her face twisted into an expression that resembled a lunatic as she eagerly milked me of every drop of cock juice.

She gave me a wicked smile and started kissing my sensitive cock head and used it to smear cum all around her lips.

She looked up at me. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just thanked her.

“You’re welcome,” she said in that sexy whisper of hers.

I told her she could call me anytime, but she was already planning on calling me the next time she needed her “leak” fixed.

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 One of the men to stand up in our wedding was my husband’s ex-roommate Mark. As the years passed we grew closer. He and his wife Sue were Godparents to our firstborn. We often visited in each other’s homes throughout the years. We would adjourn to the living room and they to the den to discuss our jobs, relationships and life in general.

 During one particular visit, as we were gabbing, I mentioned I had told my husband I thought sex would be better if he lost weight (he was five feet ten inches tall and about two hundred sixty pounds). Sue thought on this a bit and said she really couldn’t say. She went on to explain she didn’t find sex fun. She found it not only uncomfortable but painful as well. She engaged in sex because as a dutiful wife it was expected. She would lie on the bed, hands clenched firmly at her sides, as he screwed her trying to block out the pain. She didn’t make a sound, except to winch occasionally. They had no children and probably never would. Now it was my turn to reflect.

 That night as my husband and I lay in bed I related Mark’s dilemma to him. He was sympathetic to his plight but didn’t think it was his place to bring it up with Mark and I agreed. Lord knows Sue and I had never gotten along well, this would be a capper. Some weeks passed and Mark’s problem weighed heavy on my mind. Sue had been his first great love and the only girl he had ever been with. He loved her dearly and she was frigid. To top it off Mark believed he was at fault for having such carnal desires.

 One evening after my husband and I engaged in intercourse I brought up the weight issue again. It occurred to me that Mark’s problem and mine might be mutually resolvable. If Mark (who was five feet eight inches tall and approximately one hundred and forty pounds) engaged in sex with me, I might realize weight was not such an important issue and Mark would learn he wasn’t a sexual deviant. This appeared to be the perfect solution, if both my husband and he agreed to it. I presented my case to my husband and after some thought he agreed to be a participant, if Mark would. On our next visit to their place he presented my idea to Mark and they spoke, at great length, about the pros and cons of this proposed course of action. Mark after some thought agreed but Sue must never know. They began to work on a cover story to explain his need to be, a) away from home for the entire night and b) without Sue. Mark explained to Sue that he and my husband would be doing “astrological observations” the majority of the night at a tented campground in the northern tip of the state, where light pollution was greatly reduced. Being late in the fall of the year it would be a “brisk” (temperature wise) at best. Sue told him she thought it best she stay home, so he could have “a boy’s night out”. The stage was set, now all we had to do was wait for the weather to cooperate (a clear night). Several weeks later it did.

 He called me that Saturday at work to inform me conditions were ideal for our venture. I explained to him I was working and wouldn’t be home until eleven-thirty in the evening. He said he would arrive about eleven. I called my husband, at work, to let him know Mark would be there when he arrived home. Mark told me he would stop by the liquor store on the way there and pick up a bottle of Asti Spumonte (my favorite) to ease a probably uncomfortable situation. Mark arrived at eleven and had the house all to himself. He proceeded to the master bedroom where he could put his things, took a shower donned his favorite terrycloth robe before emerging from the bedroom ready for action. Mark went into the living room closed the drapes, lit the fireplace, dimmed the lights and put on some appropriate mood music. He seated himself on the coach to await my arrival.

 My first thoughts as I walked in the door were; “Does he really want to do this, with me?” I assured myself he did. I went to the bedroom and changed out of my nurse’s uniform and into a green negligee I had purchased for this occasion. I dabbed the perfume under my breasts and on my inner thighs. I stood before the mirror modeling my ensample and thought it might work better without the panties. As I slid them down my legs I glanced at my shaved and trimmed pubic region, which now formed the shape of a small heart. I rubbed my moist vagina and shuddered, I was ready. I put on my light blue bathrobe and walked to the living room where Mark waited. I could see Mark was visibly uncomfortable as I walked in the room. Could he think something was amiss? I untied my bathrobe allowing it to slip from my shoulders unveiling my near naked beauty to him. Mark’s eyes widened as his face lit up with a smile. I walked to the couch and sat next to him.  He popped the cork on the chilled Asti and filled our glasses (nearly spilling it as his eyes never left my breasts) than handed me one. I tipped my head to him and asked him if he liked the view with a broad smile.

 Mark and I made small talk for a while sipping the bubbly, exchanging glances. I noticed his eyes kept drifting down to my breasts (Sue is ½ A-cup while I filled C-cup). I glanced down at his crotch and noticed something stirring under his robe and I knew he was becoming aroused by just the sight of me (which I found quite flattering, actually). I took his glass and set it on the tray and turned toward him grasping his hands, placing them on my breasts. He eagerly explored their fullness and wondered at my nipples as they rose to meet his caresses. I placed my hand on his knee and ran it between the folds of his robe and up to grasp his cock. It began to swell in my embrace and soon surpassed my husband’s in size and still it continued to grow. Mark, made eager by his arousal, was trying to remove my top so that he might touch my naked form. I arose from the couch and led him to the area in of front of the fireplace. I slowly removed my negligee; my skin lit only by the dim light from the flickering fire and was pleased to see the fire in his eyes, as I stood naked before him. I reached for the knotted sash on the front of his robe untying it and running my hands under its folds and up to his shoulders, stepping forward to peel it over his shoulders and down his arms to fall in a heap on the floor behind him. We embraced our naked bodies meshing against each other. I felt something brush along my leg, as we did so, and stop just above my kneecap. As our embrace ended and I stepped back to admire his form my eyes drank in his physique. Broad shoulders, a flat chiseled chest and stomach and to my astonishment one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. This monster had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches in diameter. My husband had never mentioned this.

No wonder his wife had issues. I looked back at Mark’s face to see his head down turned,

In shame? I reached out one hand to grasp his cock and pull him toward me while my other lifted his head, that I might kiss him again. As our kiss ended I squeezed his cock while whispering in his ear; “I love it!” This time when our eyes met I saw them sparkle with lustful joy.

 I motioned for him to take a seat on the floor and went to retrieve our glasses and returned handing him his drink. As his hand reached out to take it I marveled how like some ancient Greek statue he appeared in the firelight. I sank to the floor next to him as we sipped from our glasses. We again made small talk while our eyes explored each other’s naked form. We finished our drinks and our hands began to retrace the paths our eyes had taken. His touch was firm but gentle as he ran his hands from my neck, down my shoulders along my arms and than my legs, only to return along the inner side of my legs and thighs lightly brushing across my vagina and bush, my stomach and abdomen to finally grasp my breasts. His head bent forward, to lightly use his tongue to trace the outline of my areolas before his lips sank around my nipple. I gasped; the heat in my belly was becoming unbearable. I could feel the moisture that had formed deep within me oozing out my cervix and along the crack of my ass. I raised his face to mine and kissed him, deeply. Than ran a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. I grasped his cock and licked it; a huge shudder ran through his body. I placed my mouth around this monster and sucked it as deep in my throat as I could and heard him gasp and groan in ecstatic pleasure.

I began to slowly bob my head so that my lips could travel up and down his heavily veined shaft and was rewarded by an even louder groan escaping his lips. I soon felt his hands on either side of my head, not to pull my head further on, but to push it off. I could see he was breathing hard as he pulled my face to his and kissed me. As the kiss ended and our heads parted and I could see his face was red and he had an embarrassed look in his eyes, his head turned downward and he stammered; “No one has ever done that to me, I almost…” Right at that moment I could not have wanted him more, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him so hard we fell over. We both laughed. He rolled me on my back and I spread my legs to welcome him. He positioned his body over mine and kissed me again. He than positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my cervix. He rubbed his cock along the length of my vulva from just below my rectum over my cervix to circle my now distended clitoris, I shuddered and groaned. He did this several times before seating the tip of his cock in my love canal. Ever so slowly, he pushed his rock hard cock further into me. Its girth stretched me beyond almost anything I had previously known. Being careful to hide my discomfort I placed my arms around his neck and pulled my face up to his kissing him hungrily. He stopped when he had about four inches in me and began to withdraw it, only to plunge it back in but only to the point it was before. He repeated this over and over. I looked up at him to see his face intensely concentrating on what he was doing. I puzzled for a moment and than it hit me, my husband had said Mark told him Sue would complain about how he hurt her when he fucked her. He must have learned to restrain himself from using his entire tool.

 I grabbed his face and turned it till his eyes met mine, he stopped and began to get off murmuring an apology. I put a serious look on my face, smiled and stated quite firmly “Fuck Me!” He looked startled; I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him toward me with all my might. He responded with a stronger thrust, again I moaned as felt

six inches drive into me (farther than my husband ever had). He withdrew and I begged; “More!” His hips surged forward again driving his cock in further than before and he withdrew again to lunge forward driving further. I pleaded with him; “I want it all!” I looked up to see his face twisted in lustful passion as he drove his cock harder and deeper into my now passion inflamed pussy. Just as I felt the head of his dick press against the back of my uterus I felt pubic hairs mesh against my vulva. I loved every inch of this pussy splitting tool. He paused again and I smiled broadly at him and kissed him deeply. “Now, Fuck Me Hard!” I breathlessly ordered. He began to pump his cock in and out of me as hard as he could and to his surprise I bent my legs at the knee and planted my feet flat on the floor and began pushing my pelvis up to meet his. He gasped and worked all that much harder to meet my body’s urgent demands. I felt the muscles in my cervix milking his cock with every stroke; the knot in the pit of my stomach became a fist. A new feeling began to take form deep inside me. We were both gasping for air and sweating like pigs, driven by a passion that neither of us had previously experienced. I noticed that with each successive stroke his ball sac seemed to be shrinking as less and less of it slapped my ass with each piston stroke. I could feel the head of his cock swelling deep inside my body. Just as I thought my over-taught muscles could take no more, he paused, groaned and exploded inside me triggering an orgasm more powerful than I had known for a long time. My entire body writhed in one orgasmic spasm after another, lights exploded behind my eyes and the world floated away. The next thing I remember his arms were around me and we were on our sides, his now shrinking manhood still buried deep within me. He was brushing the hair back from my sweat-drenched face kissing it with tender passion and saying; “Thank you!” over and over again.

 For a time we laid there locked in each other’s arms, savoring our fading passions afterglow. Finally, we separated and arose to adjourn to the bedroom. Mark collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. I thought I should check up on my husband before joining Mark. I found my husband sitting on the closed toilet seat in the hallway bathroom, his head buried in his hands. I asked if he was feeling all right and could sense he was in some distress. His arms reached out to me and I stepped forward to his embrace. He wrapped his arms around my hips and drew me forward to rest his head against my stomach. He lightly kissed my abdomen and asked; “How was it?” “Wonderful!” I blurted out. I felt a hand leave my backside and run along the inner side of my leg. I stepped back to see him staring at a glob of semen that covered the fingertips of his hand. “Very well, I see” he replied. I turned and left him there to ponder its implications. I returned to the bedroom and laid my body next to Mark’s slumbering form. As I drifted off to sleep I realized not only had something been gained but something had been lost as well and drifted off to sleep.

 I don’t know how long I rested before I awoke to the touch of Mark’s hand gently stroking my clitoris. My breathing was already raspy and my newly awakened sex drive was leaping at the opportunity to perform with him again. He climbed aboard, this time assured he would get as good as he gave. This time it lasted over an hour changing up positions every ten minutes or so. I found he loved doing it “doggy-style”, ramming his cock into with such force that I found it difficult to remain upright and had to grab the headboard to steady myself. Before each inward plunge he would slap my ass and grunt: “Oh, yeah!” We ended this session on our side’s; arms wrapped about each other his cock making small piston strokes, which rubbed my clitoris with every move. We came together and fell asleep in each others arms exhausted from our efforts.

 I was next awakened by the dawn’s light shining in my face as it peaked through the window frame. We were still locked in each other’s arms. My inner legs and thighs felt sticky with the previous nights now dried juices. That is when I noticed something odd; the shriveled head of his cock was still lodged in the entrance to my womanhood. I thought of the Kegeling lessons I taught to pregnant women at the OB. clinic and decided to try to flex those muscles. Concentrating I squeezed my vaginal muscles and was rewarded by a responding thump from his cock. Gingerly at first, I flexed my new found muscles attempting to arise his sleeping giant. I could feel it swell and grow inside me. With practice I found I could ripple my cervical muscles along the length of his ever-growing cock. I was careful not to move the rest of my body lest I wake him. As his cock grew and spread to fill me I felt my heart racing so hard in my chest I thought it might wake him. I opened my mouth to take shallow gasps of much needed air. My lower back ached as I fought the desire to swivel my hips. Ever so slowly, gently I milked his now blood engorged cock with the muscles lining my cervical canal, manipulating them so that I might feel him empty his load into me one more time. It took almost ninety minutes before he came, blasting his life essence into my yearning womanhood. His eyes fluttered open as he did. He smiled at me and I grinned madly back at him. We kissed, a long, deep, moist exchange of tongues and saliva.

 Mark got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run in the tub and knew he was about to shower. I joined him in the shower and asked him to allow me to wash him. He nodded his approval and I took the soap and lathered the washcloth. I began the slow lovingly laborious task of washing ever-square inch of his body. As I finished he took me his arms and we kissed again. I could feel his throbbing cock against my body and as I reached to grasp it he stepped away shaking his head no and got out of the shower to dry himself and dress to leave. I emerged several minutes later to dry myself and stepped in the hallway to see his back receding down it toward the door. Naked I ran after him, catching up and turning him to face me. I embraced him tightly and whispered; “Please don’t let it end here?” I looked at his face and he kissed me again. “I won’t”, he replied and left.

 I went to bed and lay naked on the still warm, damp, cum stained sheets pulling the covers over me and reveling in his body odor drifting slowly back to sleep.