Thursday, January 31, 2013

Listen Very Carefully

Listen very carefully by Chatterly 1996 Jan and I have been married for four years, and have recently been reading many of the stories posted on various adult sites across the net. I am 31 years old and she is a very cute 28; boasting long dark hair, hazel eyes and perfect gravity defying tits. It was her idea that I should submit an experience of our own; one that adds a whole new slant to the idea of wife watching. Let me explain: recently we moved to a quiet housing estate and took up residence in a semi-detached house. On the first night in our new bedroom, I was far too tired from unpacking boxes and straining with heavy furniture to be bothered with any marital duties. So we lay and chatted a while before settling down to sleep. Not long after dropping off, I awoke to the sound of a rhythmic squeaking and occasional banging that appeared to be very close indeed. Jan nudged me to indicate that she too was hearing these strange noises. It was only when I began to hear the moans of a woman in the throes of passion that the penny dropped and both Jan and I giggled quietly but continued listening to our new neighbours through the thin wall beyond our headboard. The noises continued for some time before a loud wail indicated that the session had reached its climax. We had not yet seen whoever lived in the adjoining house, but this first encounter indicated that whomever it was certainly enjoyed a very energetic sex life. The next morning while I rearranged the layout of my new garden shed, I was greeted by a polite hello and firm handshake from Steven - our new next door neighbour. Steven had recently divorced and actually lived in the house on his own. He explained that after turning forty a few months previously; a mid life crisis had taken hold causing him to be unfaithful to his wife. I never mentioned that we had heard him in action the night before. Over the next few months it became a very regular occurrence to hear Steve living out his mid-life crisis. He seemed to be able to score every night, and often I would see a different woman departing in a taxi as I got ready to begin a new day. One evening as Jan and I lay reading in bed, the noises began again. Our sex life had been going through a difficult time so we ignored the sounds in order to avoid any unwelcome discussions about our own lack of activity. We put off our bedside lights and positioned ourselves for sleep. A while passed as the build up of noise reverberated through our room. Jan must have thought I was asleep, but I was aware of a steady movement under the bedcovers keeping time with the rattling of our neighbour's headboard. I slowly turned round and was soon aware that Jan's hands were working away between her legs in time with the banging next door. I remained quiet as she began moaning softly under her breath. Her breathing increased along with the woman's moaning next door. I cleared my throat to grab her attention. 'What are you up to?' I asked in a mock sleepy voice. 'Nothing,' she responded quickly. I propped my head up and looked towards what little I could see of her in the darkness. 'You were playing with yourself,' I said jokingly. 'Are you wanting some attention?' 'Well kind of,' she responded, and cleared her throat. 'Well then, what were you thinking of?' I moved a hand under the duvet and traced a finger lightly across her thigh. 'Come on, tell me so I can join in.' Suddenly there was a loud wail from next door. 'He's in form tonight,' I remarked as my finger moved into the warm area between her legs. 'I know, he sure is,' she responded, showing great enthusiasm. 'That's what I was thinking about. Wondering what he does to get such a response from his women.' I withdrew my roaming hand from between her thighs but she immediately clasped my wrist and placed it back again. 'You should try to get some tips from him,' she said, and closed her legs tightly round my hand. She moaned and gyrated her clenched thighs. Her excitement increased as I forced a couple of fingers into her wetness. 'Would you like to find out for yourself?' I whispered as her breathing increased its pace. I could tell she was nodding in response. 'Would you?' I asked again. 'Yes!' she shouted. She positioned herself impatiently on top of me. 'Fuck me!' she cried. 'Fuck me now before I go and knock on his door.' I entered her eager body, and she quickly rocked and swayed; forcing my cock deeper into her. All the time I was thinking what she had said, and found myself incredibly turned on at the thought of her being screwed by Steve. I came all too quickly and fell asleep with the idea firmly planted in my mind. We never spoke about it until an evening about a week later when Jan was getting ready for a night out with some of her work-mates. She rummaged about inside her underwear drawer looking for something different to wear. 'How about this?' she asked me, holding up a black lacy G-string. I laughed as she looked towards me, her eyes widening with excitement. 'Only if you wear stockings with them,' I replied. 'And only if you bring them back with you.' 'Are you frightened I leave them next door?' she said. My heart pounded quickly as I was reminded of her previous comments. 'I noticed Steve go out earlier,' she continued. 'Maybe I'll get a chance at finding out exactly what he does in that bedroom.' I felt my cock stir inside my trousers as she continued talking. 'Keep your ear to the wall, and you never know what will happen.' She gave me a sly sexy smile and continued organising an outfit. When the taxi arrived to take her out, she looked sexier than I'd ever seen her in a short velvet dress, shear silk stockings and very high heeled stilettos. Before going out the door she lifted the back of her dress and flashed the G-string and suspenders at me. 'Just to show you what you'll be missing.' She winked, smiled then marched out to the taxi. I stood staring at the closed door for ten minutes with all sorts of thoughts racing through my head. The scent of her perfume still lingered in the air and my cock remained hard for some time. I spent the evening watching the television and trying keep thoughts of Jan out my head. It was still early when I settled down to sleep, but I dropped off with reasonable ease considering the images my over-active imagination was conjuring up. I was awakened about 2 a.m. by the sound of a taxi arriving outside the house. I heard the open and close of a front door, but knew instantly that it wasn't ours. I was still on the verge of sleep, so I drifted in and out, occasionally looking at the digital clock by the bedside. At 3 a.m. I opened my eyes again as the sound of voices came from Steve's bedroom. My cock stirred when the familiar sound of the creaking bed-springs and headboard filled the night. I wondered, and listened intently to see if I could gain any clues as to who was with him. The noises continued, on and off for the next half an hour. I positioned my head next to the bedroom wall to obtain a clearer sound of what was going on. A woman moaned loudly, as the banging continued. It was a familiar pitch and moan, but louder than Jan usually allowed herself to emit. But it was her, I was sure now. My body shook uncontrollably as I carried on listening, and when I spilt my semen without even touching myself - my cock remained hard. I fell back asleep as the noise gradually subsided with images of Jan with stocking covered legs wrapped tightly around our middle aged neighbour. It was sunlight streaming through the thin curtains that woke me in the morning. I was instantly aware of the empty side of the bed next to me and remembered what had gone on in the early hours. My cock felt sticky and when I swung my legs to the edge of the bed, I realised it was hard. I lit a cigarette and lay back down. As I lay smoking and staring at the ceiling, the noise I'd listened too for a good part of the night returned. I began wanking myself along with the reverberations, and pulled out Jan's night-dress from under the pillow. I wrapped it tightly round the end of my knob and came. After I'd been downstairs to pee, I returned just in time to hear the climax of the event, as Jan cried out and hollered as she reached a thundering orgasm. After a while, I heard the front door open, the rush of feet on the stairs and Jan's voice calling out a hello. When I looked round she dived down on the bed beside me. 'Look,' she whispered, and pulled her crushed velvet dress over her bottom. The G-string was gone and I stared at a very flushed and wet looking cunt. 'Feel,' she said grabbing my hand and directing it between her legs. My fingers eased into the moistness between her swollen lips. She allowed me to slide them in and out a few times before directing my hand up to her mouth. 'That is so tasty,' she said as she licked the tips of my drenched fingers. 'I left my G-string behind,' she told me as she lapped at my hand. 'I'll be going back for it later.' Now Jan spends a lot of time in Steve's bed, and I listen to their lovemaking through the wall. He seems to be over his mid-life crisis and concentrates his efforts on pleasing my wife. She insists that it's his experience that makes him so good at making her come and she wishes to learn all he knows before allowing me to have her again. The only consolation for me is that it is going to take some time and lots of practise, and I will hear it all. Please send comments, remarks, complaints, praise, disgust, good cheer, .and whether you actually think I should continue in this vain to DChatterly@hotmail.com 1997 All rights reserved DChatterly 4556 1.34/512345

Emily & Ellen's Bet Ch. 03

This is a re-write of Emily & Ellen's Bet, originally posted in April of 2011. The effort is part of re-writing the entire continuous story arc of Ellen's Bet > Roberta's Bet > Dani's Bet > Emily's Bet > Ellen & David's Bet > Emily & Ellen's Bet. I re-wrote these stories for two reasons. First, I wanted to clean up some sloppiness in the writing. Second, I wanted to take the six stories, only two of which were planned to any degree at the beginning of Ellen's Bet with the others conceived and added later, and create better internal consistencies, and plot and character consistency, between them. At this point I think a reader could look at these stories as one tale comprising a six-part novel. Emily and Ellen: Emily & Ellen's Bet - Chapter Three Ellen Emily told me about her pool game with Mitch, and how she'd proposed her card game to the four men. How they'd gone to her apartment and started playing. She told me about the forfeits for the guys if they lost and for her if she were the loser, and how and why the prospect of winning was such an entertainment and turn-on for her. As she spoke I finally knew why I'd recently been feeling a kinship to her. Frankly, what she was describing was greatly appealing to me. God, it got me hot. Every word she said about how she relished the risk of nudity and shame, how it lit an illicit, erotic spark deep in her, resonated with me. I knew exactly what she was talking about. I'd discovered that same spark in Baton Rouge. My experience had ended in disaster, but I could see we were not just on the same sheet of music, but could be singing in unison. I considered her forfeit. Would I take the same risk? I thought of the opportunity to watch four embarrassed and nude men in turn pump their cocks, make themselves come before my eyes. The sight would be an entertaining one, and I knew all the sweeter for having risked my mouth and sexual favors for the privilege of watching, and commenting, and gloating, and laughing. Of course in the situation Emily had described it was possible I might see one or two or three put on their show and then still have to open my mouth for some, but my thoughts focused on the either/or. I imagined losing abjectly and completely as Emily had: now nude and obligated to wrap my lips around four hard cocks in turn and use my oral skills to provide them with an orgasm. Although the losing produced a little low level sexual tickle in my stomach, I knew that my real interest lay in the winning, being the victor, and the one who'd risked and was now safe and would receive. Then I remembered my card game with David a month previous and the revelations we'd discovered about each other. I knew we were off on an adventure together. The together part gave me a warm thrill in my core. What path would our journey take? David's interest in bondage and discipline, dominance and submission would be an interesting course. We'd find our interests and our limits. Exploring my interest in wagering: where would that take us? David had expressed interest, and I thought it was sincere: that he too felt the pull and exhilaration of the risk-versus-reward thrill. I considered that Emily's Friday night experience had happened on the same weekend as my whipping on Saturday. We'd both had significant and transformative experiences this last weekend. What about Emily? We had this commonality, but she didn't yet know about it. I'd mused before about whether or not to share my Baton Rouge experience with her. I knew now that I would. I felt very close to Emily. She was taking her trust in our friendship to a new distance by relating her experience. I knew I would reciprocate that trust for the sake of our friendship. Telling her my tale would make her privy to this commonality of which at the moment only I knew. Then she shook her head in amazement as she told me about the crazy losing streak that had befallen her. How hand after hand she'd lost, and piece by piece for the first time had to strip her body naked while others watched. I began to feel some sympathy toward her, but it was nothing compared to what I felt as she related her experience with the pizza: how the boys had seen an opportunity for payback and had grasped it. Her two trips to the lobby. The embarrassment of being seen nude in public by so many people. She told me the worst part had been the fact that most of them knew she was doing what she was because she'd lost a bet: knew she was enduring a humiliating experience because of her own ineptitude or bad luck. I heard every detail of her encounter with Marcy. I tried to picture Emily, nude and in an elevator, on her hands and knees and swiping her tongue across that dominant woman's toes. The image sent a little chill through me, but I didn't know if it was one of dread at being in that humiliating situation, or of excitement at being in that humiliating situation. Emily told me about after her public exposure had ended: the panic attack that had crippled her in her room. Then she told me about finishing off the rest of her bet: blowing Mitch and Kevin. Then she made her voice softer, and it took on a sound of shame, as she described having to get on her knees and blow Anderson: how he'd made her fulfill her obligation in that humiliating and subservient pose; had shamed and mocked her with his words. Then she was through with the bad part of her story. During her tale she'd mentioned Ian often: how he'd withdrawn himself from the activities as much as he could, had expressed his concern for her after her return from her trips to the lobby, how he'd gallantly offered to forgo the prize he'd won in spite of his obvious excitement. For the first time tears sprang into her eyes as she related how she'd insisted on paying off her obligation and the joyous and beautiful coupling the following morning that had been the result. As we finished our meals the darkness was well past, and Emily was deep into an explanation of what she and Ian had shared on Saturday and Sunday, and of their rapidly growing feelings for each other. She finished her story. We declined dessert and paid for our meals. On the walk back to the office talk of bets and bad experiences was forgotten as I expressed my pleasure at Emily's new relationship and we shared observations about the men we love. * * * * The weather forecast for the next day, Tuesday, April 27th indicated a beautiful day in store. So before we parted on Monday I asked Emily to be sure to bring a lunch the next day. The forecast's promise of sunny skies and warm temperatures for Tuesday came to fruition, and when lunch time came I grabbed Emily and we headed out of the building. Today we bypassed Italian Village and walked a few blocks farther to Grant Park's Buckingham Fountain. The fountain was built in the 1920s and is one of the largest in the world. The diameter of its lower pool is almost the length of a football field, and features four sea horse sculptures in bronze representing the four states that border Lake Michigan. It's modeled after Latona Fountain at Versailles, and its style reminds me of a giant, aquatic wedding cake. The fountain had just started operation for the year a week or two ago and would continue into October before shutting down for winter. The fountain's sweet, melodious splashing is an aural treat, so we try to make a part of each visit the twenty minutes, beginning at the top of the hour, when the fountain operates each sixty minutes. We found a bench on a corner of the plaza near South Lake Shore Drive. As we settled down I looked out toward Lake Michigan, its shore just a short distance away. It seems this spring my eye has been drawn to the lake each time we come here. The air was clear as crystal, and I saw the horizon line in sharp relief: the water below, the sky above. This sharp delineation somehow pleased me. I liked its lack of equivocation. When we opened our lunch bags we were amused to find we'd both packed a container of almost identical salad. We often eat our bag lunches with each other, usually salads, but today our meals were identical right down to the chunks of chicken and the small sprinkling of cheddar cheese. The only difference of any significance lay in my small foil packet of vinaigrette dressing and hers of oil and vinegar. Whenever Emily or I had a soda hers was always a Diet Pepsi and mine a Diet Coke. I commented on how Americans seem determined to promote and maintain the fiction that there's some difference between the two beverages. I told her a story I'd heard in a college marketing class that illustrated the point. In the mid '80s the Soviet Union was beginning its slow motion thaw under Mikhail Gorbachev. Many western companies were flocking into the USSR to do business, and one of them was Coca-Cola. The occasion of the opening of Coke's first USSR bottling plant in Tiblisi was such a big deal that President Mikhail Gorbachev's Foreign Secretary, Eduard Shevardnadze, was the guest speaker. He was told that when the time came for him to deliver his remarks that a glass of the Coca-Cola product would be on the podium. He was asked to please take a drink of the product and then begin his remarks. He did so. When the time came he took the podium. Then he took a drink of the product. With all the cameras running and microphones open Mr. Shevardnadze got a very confused look on his face and said, "What is this called again? It tastes exactly like Pepsi!" I'd thought the story hilarious, but on this bright, pleasant day by the fountain Emily thought it less so. As we began to spear chicken chunks and vegetables from our salads I became serious. "Emily, the story you told me yesterday; well, the two stories: you didn't have to share those with me," I said. She nodded , likely wondering what was on my mind. "I feel very close to you. Somehow I always have. Like we share some genetic trait we don't know about. Long lost sisters or something." Emily was nodding her head indicating she felt that commonality too. "That was very brave of you to put yourself forward and tell me about what happened to you Friday night," I said. Emily was looking at me expectantly. "I, um, well, I had something like that happen to me too," I concluded. When my silence lengthened Emily jumped in to try to help me tell my story. "Was this when you were a kid, or in college?" Emily asked. "No," I said. "No, as a matter of fact it was just a few months ago. Do you remember when I went down to Baton Rouge at the beginning of February?" "Yeah, but I didn't really know much about it," Emily said. "I know you did a lot of work to get ready for the trip, but we had that other project, and I had to concentrate pretty exclusively on that. Then I was out for the last few days the week before and didn't get back until the Monday you left." "Yeah, that's right," I said, recalling how little she'd been involved with the Baton Rouge trip. "Well, I was down there for the week before the Superbowl, and then for the Monday and Tuesday after." "It's a nice little town, isn't it?" Emily asked. "You've been there?" I asked in return. "I have an aunt and uncle who live there: my dad's sister and her husband," Emily informed me. "My sister Dani and I spent a good deal of time there when we were growing up." "Oh," I said, not quite sure what to do with the information, but a buried something tugging at my memory. Hesitantly I pressed on with my story. "The guy I was working with, Patrick, invited me to his home to watch the Superbowl. He just wanted me to have a place to watch the game if I wanted to other than alone in my room or at the hotel bar." "That's a coincidence," Emily said. "What's that?" I asked. "Oh, just that my uncle's name is Patrick," Emily said. "I see," I said. "Well, I met Patrick's wife, Roberta, and there were four other guys from..." I trailed off. You hear about things like this in stories, or you might see an actor do the expression in some television show or movie, but Emily's eyes had gotten wide and her jaw had dropped, her mouth hanging open. I was thankful no half chewed salad was visible. "A house with a mostly brick front, and the outside wood painted a light blue with white trim?" Emily asked. "Well, yeah," I said and then understood. "Oh, shit. I don't know if you necessarily wanna hear this story." I realized I was now returning Emily's stunned look right back at her as that buried mental something emerged into the light of day. "I saw you there!" I said, and I could hear the astonishment in my voice. Emily was looking at me as if she were sitting with a woman who'd suddenly gone off the deep end. "Er, well," I continued, "I saw your picture that is. You and your sister with Roberta, but you were a lot younger. I thought your face looked so familiar! I couldn't place in though. You were ten years or more younger than you are now, just a teen, and you know how faces change between being a teen and becoming an adult." "I know exactly the picture you're talking about," Emily said, a smile starting on her face, "and where it hangs." Emily's face took on a look that was half questioning and half snoopy, her eyes squinting slightly. "So, help me understand this, Ellen: if you went over to Patrick and Roberta's to watch a football game how do you know so well the pictures on their bedroom walls?" "Um, well, it's like I was saying, this may be a story you might rather pass on hearing," I said. Emily's smile became a broad grin. "Are you kidding?" she asked. "I think I'm about to hear some real dirt about Uncle Patrick and Aunt Roberta. I wouldn't miss this for the world!" The extreme coincidence unnerved me, but only for a moment. I began, slowly and hesitantly, to tell my story. Soon I shook off the unsettling happenstance and picked up the pace, Emily's bravery in sharing her tale of humiliation from the previous Friday giving me confidence and surety that it was all right to share mine. I told her every detail. I tried to explain what crazy, foolish, reckless impulse had moved me to make my bet. She interrupted me at that point, put a hand on my forearm and gave it a little squeeze. "It was the risk you were reacting to," she said, "and the sexual charge it gave you. I feel it every time. The first time I played I couldn't have stopped myself. Somehow that feeling of going out on a limb, of risking in order to win, is just such an irresistible charge." Her eyes were on mine, and she was nodding her head slightly. I'd considered this during the many, many times I've tried to puzzle out why I'd made my bet. Hearing it from Emily, knowing that someone else had felt the same timid and fearful sense of thrill I had, made the motivation seem likelier to me. I continued with my story. I told her about the pins and needles suspense and the sexual energy I'd felt while watching the game, my fate in the hands of chance. I told about my mixture of shame, humiliation, and excitement when I lost and had to step up onto the coffee table and strip. I told her in detail about every time I'd had to spread my legs or open my mouth or bend over to accommodate a hard cock to honor my absurd and irresponsible bet. I told her what a comforting godsend her Aunt Roberta had been that night, and how I could never have made it through the night without her strength and support and kindness. "That's my Aunt Roberta," Emily said. I smiled, and noticed that Emily's eyes had leaked a few tears. She gripped my shoulder. "I'm sorry that happened to you, Ellen," she said. I shrugged my shoulders. "My own stupid fault," I said. "Um, if I can ask," Emily said, "how have you handled this with David?" "Well, I didn't for the longest time," I said. "I can't tell you the guilt and remorse I felt. Then, well, just this past weekend we got it settled between us." We'd been sitting in the sun for a while, and the warm rays had been beating on my back. My last comment made me aware of how the welts under my suit jacket and blouse were not happy about the warm stimulation. Wearing my bra today was not pleasant, but for a girl like me it's an unavoidable necessity. "Is everything OK?" Emily asked. I smiled wide. The sun's warmth seemed to be a present and immediate symbol of the warmth of David's love. "Oh, yeah, everything's great," I said. "David understands what happened to me. I guess a person can just walk through a marriage unaware sometimes, but I found out this weekend that he loves me unconditionally. It feels really good." Unexpectedly, I found myself in Emily's embrace. "I'm so happy for you," she said. "I hope I'm going to find that with Ian." When she withdrew I saw that her cheeks were wet. We collected and stowed our lunch things. Before we turned back toward the office towers I again looked out across the expanse of the lake's water, gazed for a moment, wanting to reassure myself that the lake's horizon was still razor straight. Then I turned. We passed the fountain as we walked across its wide plaza toward South Michigan Avenue on our way back to the office. The murmur and splash of Buckingham Fountain slowly faded behind us, finally mingling with the traffic noise. We were just walking on the rail overpass, the traffic in the wide lanes of East Congress Parkway gliding past us. Suddenly Emily was racked by uncontrollable laughter. She was doubled over, unable to bring herself under control. I couldn't imagine what could have happened that was so funny that I'd missed completely. After half a minute she managed to straighten up, fits of giggling still coming and going. "What?" I asked. She worked to speak between her diminishing chuckles. "Sorry," she said, "I just never imagined my Uncle Patrick was such a stud." "Oh, shut up," I said. As we continued our walk back to the office I reflected on how this last weekend with David had unloaded my burden. Now that I'd told Emily about this I could almost feel myself on an upper deck of a boat, maybe a ferry of some kind, and gazing toward the stern, watching my remorse and my encumbrance drifting farther and farther away, like the shore of a distant and receding land. Then I turned and faced the bow. I was thrilled to see that the boat was headed straight ahead toward that meticulous horizon. 3061 1.66/512345

Rachelle likes it dark

RACHELLE LIKES IT DARK By First but not last I am 28 years old stand 5-5 inches tall with blonde hair I have a 34-28-34 shape and a perfect apple ass that men love to stare at. My story starts when I got divorced about a 1-1/2 ago, my husband was a real loser and we fought all the time. To make things worse he was not a very good lover. I thought I was in love and things would get better but they didn?t and he never was able to satisfy me with his little dick. Hell if it hadn?t been for his tongue he would have never made me cum. We were married 5 years and had 1 kid. A boy that I love with all my heart. I had been divorced for about 14 months and had not been out on a date or had sex in 18 months. I had given up on men. Well one afternoon this guy at work ask if I wanted to grab a drink, ?just as friends he said? besides he was married. I said what the hell. It had been a bad day and my boy was at my mom?s house. Chris is a real nice guy he is about 6-4 260 lbs and works out a lot. From experience bumping into him at work he is solid muscle, like a brick wall and he is as black as midnight. We arrived at a little bar right down from work and Chris ordered us a couple of beers. Man you should have seen the looks we got when we walked into together. I could see the wheels a turning in every ones head. We drank several beers and really had a good time just talking and shooting the shit. It was getting late so Chris drove me back to my car and dropped me of. But not without giving me a nice long hug. My god his body was so hard and he felt so strong. My ex-husband was a wimp compared to this big strong man. After that night we started hanging out together more and more, going to lunch, having a few beers after work? things like that. Well one night I had the hottest dream about Chris, he and I where in bed and he was wearing me out. I woke up and my shaven pussy was dripping wet and throbbing I fingered myself to an orgasm but as you ladies know it is not the same as having one while being fucked. From that day on I started looking at Chris differently and wondering what he would be like in bed. I even started reading stories on the internet and that?s how I found the Dark Wanderer and Dark Cavern sites. Well one Saturday Chris and I were in the office working on a big project together. Chris was wearing a tank top that showed of his muscular arms and chest and a pair of shorts that showed of his muscular legs and calves. I could not keep from checking him out! He was so good looking and muscular. My pussy was beginning to throb and I could feel the moisture building between my legs. It had been such a long time since I had felt a man inside me. I really needed to be fucked, I thought to myself. I was wearing a short skirt and a tight shirt and I had got Chris checking me out a couple times. The heat was to much. My pussy was aching for some attention. I headed to the bathroom to think. What should I do I thought to myself, I had never fooled around with a married man or for that matter a black man in my life. I reached between my legs and felt the heat and moistness of my aching pussy. The hell with it! I am going for it! I slid my panties and bra off and put them in my purse, we will see what he does now. I left the bathroom then went by my office to drop my purse off and headed to Chris?s office. My pussy was so slick as I walked into his office. ?Where is the summary sheet for building A?? I ask, knowing where it was. ?Over there in the filing cabinet? Chris said. ?Thanks? as I walked over to the cabinet and bent over to look for the file. My bald and dripping wet pussy was fully exposed now and the next move was up to him. I dug around pretending to look for the file until I felt Chris?s hands begin to caress my bare ass. I moaned slightly, ?you find what you were looking for?? he said. Still not looking I moaned as he ran his finger across my clit. Chris pushed my skirt up and began rubbing my ass and pussy more and more. I was moaning and whimpering now as he was working his thick finger in and out of me. ?I think I got what you need? I heard Chris say as I heard his shorts unzip. ?God I hope so? I moaned. I then felt the huge head of his cock running up and down my slick slit. ?Is that what you were looking for?? he asked. ?God yes? I moaned, I need that so bad Chris. I looked down between my legs and gasp as I saw the size of Chris?s cock. He had to has been twice the length and thickness of my ex-husband. ?Oh my god, you are huge Chris I don?t know if I can take something that big.? ?I will go slow baby you will be alright? He said in his deep sexy voice. Slowly Chris pushed forward and I felt my pussy lips begin to spread wider and wider trying to engulf this huge black cock. ?Oh my god!? I gasp as I felt the huge head of his cock pop inside me. My pussy was on fire from both desire and being stretched. Chris held his cock still for several minutes as he rubbed my swollen clit. The burying slowly subsided and I begged for more of his cock inside me. Slowly Chris began moving back and fourth working a little more of his thick long cock inside with every slow stroke. The feeling was indescribable my pussy was being stretched and stimulated like it had never been. I felt like a born again virgin as this big black cock opened me up like no one had before. ?Yes, yes!? I moaned and whimpered as I began to edge closer and closer to my first cock induced orgasm in forever. Chris had managed to get 8 inches of his 10-1/2 inside me when I exploded inside. The pleasure was unreal my whole body shook and trembled as wave after wave of pleasure shot thru me. Never in my life had I experienced anything that even compared to this. Chris held still as I bucked and whimpered in pleasure. ?God that was amazing baby? I moaned. ?We are just getting started baby? he said as he began sliding in and out of me again. Chris grabbed my hips and began thrusting harder and faster. The feeling was fantastic, each stroke I felt him go deeper and deeper. ?That?s it baby open up for me? Chris grunted as he thrust hard burying all 10-1/2 inches inside me. ?Oh fuck!? I screamed as I felt something inside my pussy pop. He was so deep it was unreal; I swear I could feel his pulse beating in his cock up near my stomach. I wave of shear pleasure and ecstasy washed over my entire body, I was in heaven and did not want to leave. ?That?s my baby, been wanting to put this big black cock in you since the day I first saw you? Chris said. I wish I had done this sooner baby you are incredible, now I know what I have been missing all these years. Chris began pounding me hard slapping his huge balls against my cream covered ass, I came over and over again on his huge black cock. ?Here it comes baby!? Chris grunted. ?Fill my pussy baby! I want to feel a real man cum inside me!? I screamed. I felt his cock expanding as it approached exploding inside me. ?Oh shit!? I screamed as I felt a volcano of hot cum erupting inside. My insides were on fire as stream after stream of my black studs cum filled my pussy up. I came again so hard I nearly blacked out. Both our bodies were covered in sweat as we got our breath. We did not get much work done the rest of the day as we spent it having sex over and over again. I have never felt more satisfied and fulfilled in my life. I stay horny all the time now and can?t get enough of that big black cock. Chris is going to arrange for me to meet him and a couple of his black buddies one weekend for a little gang bang. Ladies I cannot stress it enough if you ever get the chance to sample some big black cock go for it! You will love it and you will see what sex is all about. The end Ladies or guys if want a story about your fantasy send me some hot pictures (steel255@hotmail.com) of yourself or your wife or girlfriend with a brief write up of what you want and I will try to write you a story. Later 10039 1.47/512345

Reverend Roberts Hidden Desires Come to Life, Part One

Clarice Roberts was an ordained minister of the Deliverance Gospel Church in Southern Alabama. She was marred, now for 5 years, to Zack Roberts, the towns leading banker. They lived in a modest middleclass neighborhood and were both well respected and loved by the community. Though they had tried for the length of their marriage to have children it was discovered that Clarice was unable to conceive which she considered a sign that she was not suppose to have children, that her flock were her children. For the first few years of their marriage is was like a continuous honeymoon, everything was beautiful. Both she and her husband had been virgins when they married and very religious as one could tell from her choice of professions. Her only problem was that she had had an awakening in her a desire, a sinful desire, after she had gotten married. She became overly interested in sex. Having had no experience in that lively pleasure she was not aware to the joy that it bought forth until marriage. She soon realized that she was an addict, addicted to sex, but at the time only with her husband. She took her wedding vows extremely seriously, knowing that she would have to fight against the temptations of having lover. Just before they were to celebrate their 6th wedding anniversary, Clarice made the mistake that would dictate the course of the rest of her life. At 30 years old she was in her highest, most active sexual desirability, a very sensual, sexy, beautiful young woman. While she always dressed modestly, but impeccably she could not hide the aura of the most sensuous, sexy figure that she possessed. She had a soft, southern drawl, and beautiful green eyes that always looked like they held a promise of unequalled earthly delights. Her fabulous figure was a firm, well toned, 38D-28-32, her hair a glowing raven black. Alonzo, one of the blacks who worked maintaining the church had always had a thing for her. He had just turned 18, finished high school and would often spy on her and actually got to see her in her under garments one time, which really effected him in a sexual desiring way. He would often lay up in bed at night dreaming of fucking this hot, beautiful, married white preacher. This was the deep south, one that never really got over or changed attitudes even though the government had outlawed discrimination. Blacks and whites mixing, especially in a sexual way, was extremely taboo, a big ?NO-NO? and anyone caught doing another racial person was shunned totally, many in a community especially in a relatively small one like Biglow. Clarice, for her part, had noticed the way Alonzo would look at her. At first it amused her but then she began to let her green eyes focus on his crotch area wondering if the tales she had heard from her high school girl friends was true. She had often heard that they were suppose to be extremely large in the penis area, quit thick in diameter and married white women who had had sex with a black was never able to truly enjoy sex again with their white husbands or boy friends. They had to pretend that they did so the white men would not find out about what they were doing. She had come back from a friends house one day where she had been swimming and had not had time to change therefore just wrapped a towel around her wet bikini. As walked into her house she saw Alonzo looking at her intently and deliberately let her towel drop revealing her tight, sexy firm white body to his gaze. His eyes bugged out of his head; his mouth dropped open. What was more noticeable to Clarice was she saw an enormous bulge rapidly appear in the loose leg of his tight fitting cut off trousers. She pretended not to be looking and looked quickly away but not before Alonzo saw her looking intently at his growing needing black monster cock concealed inside his trousers. Alonzo smiled to himself, he felt that his secret desires would soon be fulfilled and he?d get to fuck her, to sink his monster black rock hard cock deep into her married white pussy, especially the way she looked at him and wet her full red lips. His dreams were dashed for when Clarice realized what she was doing felt a strong pang of guilt about even entertaining sexual thoughts especially, first being married and second he was an 18 year old black and this was the deep south. She had to control herself she knew for she knew that any affair could ruin her reputation plus she was a preacher and adultery was one of the worst of sins. For the next two weeks, things pretty much turned to being normal, however when Zack, who was so busy with his career began to have sex with her a lot less often, her mind without her prompting reverted back to the day she had gazed upon the huge bulge in Alfonzo?s trousers. She would catch herself looking out the window of her kitchen at him as he mowed the grass or did yard work especially his crotch area. She would stand with her own crotch pushed up against the sink and lightly push it back and forth against the counter in a fucking motion stimulating herself. Her panties would become soaked with her sexual juices. After such sessions she?d always feel guilty, yet somewhat relieved even though it was not as good as having a male cock in your pussy. Alfonzo, for his part and dreamed of fucking her, however she had pretty much stopped paying attention to him and he figured that any chance or hope he had was no longer possible. Just when he thought all was lost something happened that reignited the raging desire in him. The next day she called to him to come into the house and help her move some items. She was doing spring cleaning and wanted to rearrange the master bedroom. When he came into the house he stopped, noticing how she was dressed he gazed at her in lust. He was waiting for her to tell him what she wanted done and just enjoyed looking at her married tight sexy beautiful white body. She had dressed in a pair of tight shorts, a cut off white tee shirt and a pair of white sneakers. Needless to say, his enormously black cock leapt to attention burning with a need for fulfillment, satisfaction. Following along behind her he kept his lust filled dark eyes focused on her tight sexy shorts covered firm white ass. He was excited beyond anything he?d ever been before. As they were moving the king sized bed somehow she slipped and reaching out to him, fell along with him across the bed, she lying on the bottom and he on top of her. The position he was in was that his crotch area was pushed up against hers, his huge fully erect black cock pushing hotly against her pussy and throbbing. Clarice didn?t know what to do, she wanted to move but for some reason didn?t. She felt the 18 year old throbbing, heated black monster cock pushed up against her 30 year old married, needing white pussy. Her hips automatically began to pulse, barely perceptible , up against that black monster, the feeling was overpowering and the stimulation creating a raging fire within her needing married white pussy. Alfonzo slowly began to shove back on her upward, ever so slight movement, his black hands slowly going up under her cut off tee shirt so he could feel them and tweak her hard nipples. He looked down into her green eyes and saw the unmistakable look of desire, sexual need, or lust. He felt her white hand go down and grasp his huge black cock through his tight shorts squeezing it gently. He slipped one of his black hands down and undid his zipper and began pulling off his shorts. He had no under wear beneath the shorts and his huge black teenage cock sprang forward like a giant black snake and was being quickly grasped by Clarice?s smallish white hand. He then began removing her shorts and with her free hand helped him pull them down. Immediately his black hand went up to her puffy, wet, swollen with desire pussy lips and began slipping it back and forth. She moaned and hissed. Alfonzo quickly got up and pulled both his and her shorts completely off and was just as quickly back on top of her, his legs now between her spread ones. Clarice took his huge black cock in her white hand and urgently guided it up to her wet, super hot, married white pussy. He shoved forward impaling her with the huge tip that forced its way between her reluctant pussy lips. Slowly the thick, huge shaft slipped forward, penetrating her, slipping and stretching her pussy wider than she though possible. She moaned, groaned, grunted, hissed and cried as he slipped more and more of his huge black rock hard teenage cock up into her married white pussy. She was so tight that Alfonzo almost climaxed several times before he completely inserted his gigantically long and thick black teenage cock completely inside her. For a brief moment he lay perfectly still, savoring her tightness, wetness and the super heat generated by her white married pussy. She was crying softly, her sexy white hips slowly moving up and down. He then began to fuck her almost pulling his entire awesome length out and then powerfully, forcefully slamming down to sink the black monster in her white pussy to the hilt. Over and over he plowed into her and she returned his ardor, his passion with a hot passion of her own. They moaned and groaned, hissed and grunted as they savored each others red hot lust filled bodies there on the bed that she and her husband slept. Never had that bed experienced such passion, such lust till now and it was not her husband who was providing that lust with his wife. It was a young 18 year old black teenage helper that assisted around the church. Clarice had never felt excitement, had never had so many orgasms in her life as she was now having with this young, big cocked, black teenager, never. It was wonderful, out of this world, something she was thoroughly enjoying and being transported to new worlds she had only dreamed of in her wildest imaginings. He was so big, reaching depths and places she never knew she had, every nerve in her cervix, her vagina and the elusive ?G? spot were being stimulated beyond belief. She climaxed over and over, her tightly grasping pussy pulsing around his embedded black monster 18 year old cock as it slammed into her orgasm filled 30 year old married white pussy. Finally, Alfonzo could not hold back and unleashed a really heavy, hot, thick and powerful flood of his very virally potent cum immediately filling Clarice?s married white pussy and womb to overflowing. They lay locked tightly to together savoring every delicious second of their lustful orgasm. Each in their own ecstasy, their own world of erotic, sexual pleasure. After several minutes of total absorption in each others arms, Alfonzo began to rise on his elbows and slowly disengage himself from Clarice?s loving white arms. She was still in another world, as his huge still erect black teenage cock began to exit her married white pussy until it popped out with a loud erotic sound. A torrent of his virile black semen slowly flowed from her gapped open white pussy lips and ran down onto the bed of she and her husband. He looked down on her hot, firm, sexy white married body and knew that he would be able to fuck her again and again, any time he wanted to do so, she was his. End Part One!!! 19029 2.93/512345

All Inclusive

ALL INCLUSIVE I didn't object when my wife, Linda, asked me if it was all right for her to go to Jamaica with one of her girl friends. I didn't object until I found out, the day after she left, that it was booked in the name of Mr. and Mrs. David Greene. I never asked who she was going with. As usual, it's my fault, because I work too much. I thought Linda would get a job after the kids left for college, but that never happened. Now, I am on the early morning commuter flight to Jamaica so I can adjust the situation. Since the terrorist bombings, travel has tightened up some, even to the Caribbean vacation islands. Passports never used to be required, but are preferred now. I passed through the Montego Bay terminal with a carry-on bag. I wasn't planning on staying, but it had to appear that way. A courtesy bus for the New Moon Resort was waiting to whisk me to my destination. I was relaxing on the veranda with a cool drink, when Linda and her escort, Phil Davenport, left the complex for the beach. Phil was a local real estate agent that we occasionally socialized with. Now, I could check in. "Good Morning. I am David Greene." I pushed my passport, driver's license, and Visa Card across the desk. "I am not sure of the room number, my wife made all the arrangements." "You are in room 413, Mister Greene. I see that two key cards have already been issued for your room." "I can get my key card from my wife later, but I'd like to get into the room now so I can get settled. Can you help me?" "No problem, sir." "Is there a safe in the room for my valuables? My wife said I wouldn't need any money, because it is all-inclusive. Is that correct?" "Yes sir. No money is necessary here at New Moon." He pushed a small piece of paper across the desk. "This is your room safe number. The combination is changed for every guest, so there will be no problem." It took me only twenty minutes to clean out the safe and the room. I had jerk chicken with a Red Label for lunch, on the way to the airport. As soon as I arrived in Philadelphia, I canceled all the credit cards. Linda and her lover will eventually find their way home. I just wanted to make it an experience they would remember. It was worth the trip. I took their money, passports, plane tickets, driver's licenses, credit cards, and cell phones. She can explain everything to me when she gets back. The End 7704 2.04/512345

Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 01

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Caddyshack Jenny Ch. 6

As they stepped onto the eighth tee box, a girl pulled up driving a golf cart, which had been converted to serve as a beverage cart. "Coffee anyone!" she asked, and immediately had several takers. One of the boys asked for a pop, which she kept in one of the back coolers. Jenny shifted her top back in place, and walked around to the back, examining the contents of a glass-topped cabinet containing snack food. Passing over the candy bars and junk food, she pointed to some fruit on the bottom shelf. "Could I have a banana?" she asked the girl, pointing them out. Stepping away from the cart with the banana, she strolled over to the wire trash basket next to a bench at the back of the tee area. She slowly peeled the fruit entirely, dropping it down into the bin. Rejoining the group of men as they sipped their coffee, she casually pressed the tip of the fruit past her puckered lips, staring vacantly down the eighth fairway. To everyone's amazement, she then proceeded to slide the fruit deep within her mouth! Jack choked on his hot coffee, as he could see the outline of her tongue working busily inside her mouth, stroking the underside of the shaft. With agonizing slowness, she drew the fruit back out from her hollowed cheeks and past her puckered lips, trailing a thick stream of saliva from the tip of the fruit back to her lower lip. With a devilish grin, she turned to the men. "I just love banana's! They're such a fun fruit!" The men watched hypnotized, as the stream of saliva bobbed up and down off her full lower lip. Now she tipped her head back, shutting her eyes, and once more pushed the fruit beyond her waiting lips. Dumfounded, they watched as she continued past the previous depth, forcing it deep down to the base of her mouth! A bulge was now visible at the top of her throat, as she forced the full length in with an effort! She let out a muffled moan, squeezing the banana back out of her throat slowly. Now looking into Bills eyes, she broke the end off in her mouth as she pulled it out. She moaned with pleasure as she chewed it up, swallowing it down all at once. Then she traced her long tongue all around her lips suggestively, never dropping her eyes from his open mouth stare. "Do you like banana's too?" she asked him in a sultry voice, as she took another bite. "I do now!" he boomed out, shaking his head in wonder. "Son, hand me a six iron!" he said to his caddy, as he tore himself away from her smoky gaze, and strode up to the markers. With his mind not on the game anymore, he launched a high slice, which plunged into the pines right of the green. "Jenny, get me another ball please! I'm going to hit a provisional," he said with disgust. He waited patiently while she searched through his bag for a ball, finally snatching one out and bringing it up to him. "Thanks, Dear" he said, as he teed it up. His next shot was much better, Just making the front edge of the green. Rich hit next, once again laser beaming the flag. Jenny happily bounced up in front of him to receive another good luck smack. This time he reached down with his left hand though, lifting the hem of her dress. He then smacked her bare ass with his right hand, causing her to hop forward slightly. "Ouch!" she said, looking back with a smile, as she rubbed her red cheek. Much to everyone's delight, her breasts had again swung free. She made no move to cover herself, now that the cart had left, as she strolled back behind the tee box. The boys looked on in wonder, as she swayed up to where they waited in position. Dr. Stevens and Jack teed-off, both balls settling just off the back fringe of the green. Before they left for the green however, Bill called out "Richards! Jenny wants her make-up!" Jack walked over with the bag dangling from his shoulder, and pulled the bag out of his back pocket. The men watched her unzip the bag, pulling out a small mirror and dark red tube. She managed to make even this look incredibly erotic, as she traced a heavy layer of the dark red lipstick over her full, puckered lips for them. "The only trouble with banana's, is they smear your lipstick!" she said in a sultry voice. "Only the way you do it, Babe!" answered Bill, with a look of awe on his face. 3902 1.67/512345

Our Vegas Vacation

Our Vegas vacation by Duke My wife and I had been saving to go to Vegas for a while. When we got there it was so different from when we had been last. It was much larger, louder, and cleaner. We stayed at a popular hotel casino about in the middle of the strip. After checking in, I found my wife had already lost twenty bucks playing slots. Not a great omen I felt. We got to our room, and dropped our stuff off, and went downstairs to try our luck. I get bored rather easily with gambling and took the oppurtunity to explore a little, while my wife settled in at the blackjack tables. After a few hours of messing around I went to collect her for dinner. She was locked in at a table though and didn't want to leave. When I finally pried her up for a late dinner she was extremely drunk. Theres something about unlimited free Heinekins that will do that to a girl. We went to the room a while and made out, but she wanted to go gamble some more. I told her that there was still two more days to go and they weren't going to close the place but she just had to go down. About 2:30 am I finally went down looking for her and she was still at a table playing cards. She had a guy next to her and they were the only ones at the table. I stopped and sat down at a slot machine to observe them. They played for a few minutes then both got up and walked towards the elevators. He put his arm around her and she did the same. I was very turned on at this and discretely followed them. They passed our tower and started towards the other elevators. My wife was looking confused and then started back towards our tower. I went on to the elevators and went up to the room. A few minutes later she came in with her "friend", She introduced him as Muhammed. He was a middle easterner allright with a thick accent. They were both very drunk. I had a bottle of vodka and she wanted some more to drink so I went and got ice. When I got back, she was sitting on the bed next to him and he was looking kind of nervous about me being there. After a round of shots, my wife stood up and took her top off, revealing her large 36D tits, still in her bra. She pulled her levis off and was standing there in her underwear. Muhammed was checking her out big time, as she unhooked her bra and let her breast out into open view. She stepped out of her panties and stood between me and him totally nude. She moved towards him and put her tits in his face. He liked that and started kissing her nipples. She moved down to unzip his pants and he kept saying no let him go (me). I said no, you go first. He nodded and stood up and took his clothes off. My wife lay down on the bed and he got between her legs. His cock was thick and hard and uncut. He rubbed it around her pussy a few times, and then put it in her. She started moaning and he started pumping her. He did her straight missionary for about 15 minutes, then came in her pussy. She was very turned on by that and when he got off her, she started to suck him hard again. He asked her if she wanted him to call his roomate. She thought that would be hot and he called and talked to someone in arabic. About three minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened it up and there were two other guys there. They were both arabs as well. They came in and saw my wife sucking Muhammed. When he was hard, he mounted her dog style, and came in about thirty strokes. By this time the other guys were undressed and ready to go. The next guy climbed on her missionary style and fucked her hard and fast and she came for the first time. He pulled out and came on her pussy and belly. The last guy rolled her over and fucked her from behind, also hard and fast and she came again in about two minutes. When he came, he pulled out and shot it all over her back and up into her hair. She collasped on the bed, and the guys all got dressed and left. She gave them all hot kisses as they left and made them promise to come by the room before they left the next day. We went back to the bed and she was sobering up a little but still pretty loaded. She laid down and I got on top of her. I started kissing my way down to her come covered pussy. She was moaning and saying don't eat me, but I ignored her and started licking her sloppy cunt. She came twice very quickly, and didn't stop me when I started sticking my toungue into her hole where the guys cock's had been. After cleaning her out with my mouth I mounted her and stuck my cock in her loose pussy. I lasted about twelve strokes before blasting a load inside her. I pulled out and went to the bathroom to pee. When I got back she was already snoring. I awoke at about noon to a knock on the door. It was the maid. I told her not to worry about cleaning the room and closed the door. I went to the bathroom and the door knocked again. I opened it up a little pissed and it was the three guys again. I said my wife was still asleep but they wanted to come in so I let them in. They went over to the bed and woke my wife up with some light tickling. She was surprised to see them but was pleased they were there. She said she had to go to the bathroom and she got up still completley nude and walked there, with the guys eyes glued to her back. She was in there for a minute or two when the shower started. I sent one of the guys out for some cokes and ice. When she got out she was toweling off but still nude in front of us. She said she felt a lot fresher now, and started sipping her drink. One of the guys started to caress her tits and pull her nipples. She was getting turned on and started to unzip his pants and take his cock out when I noticed that Muhhamed had a video camera out and was taking shots of her nude. I protested but my wife said not to bother she wasn't upset about it at all! She sat the guy down on the bed and started to suck him off. Muhhamed was right there with the camera getting shots of her face and nude body as she sucked him. When the first guy came in her mouth she took the next guy on. She blew him till he shot off all over her face. Muhammed got all this on tape. Then the first guy took the camera and Muhhamed got his turn. His straining cock was forced into her mouth as far as she could take it and he lasted for ten minutes before shooting his load down her throat. She went back to bathroom and cleaned up and came back out dressed. The guys wanted to buy her breakfast. I started to get ready but she suggested that I stick around in case our kids called. I got the picture. She wanted to be alone with these arab studs. I didn't see her again until noon the next day. She said they fucked her all afternoon one after the other, then took her gambling until about 3 in the morning when the did another round on her until 8 in the morning. They video taped her fucking them and took a bunch of camera shots. I asked her what they were going to do with the tape and pictures. She said they were probably just going to jack off to them later. I asked her what she would do if she started showing up on the internet or in magazines or porno stores. She looked shocked and said she never considered that! I have been looking for any shots of her far and wide, but so far haven't seen any. I personally think it would be hot to have my wife in an adult book store magazine rack. I get really hard and hot thinking about her "lost weekend". She hasn't had the desire to fuck anyone else besides me since though. I have brought it up several times during sex and she always gets turned on but loses the desire after she comes. I'm hoping that if she turns up on the net I can get her interested in posing for more shots since she "might already be already on the web". 7483 1.53/512345

Job Security Ch. 01

Chapter 1: The Beginning About ten years ago my husband and I were fully entrenched in the American way of life. David was a couple of years older than me, had a great middle management job with a software firm that employed about 200 people, we had a two year old son and a nice home in a really great neighborhood. I had been able to quit work and stay at home. The problem was we were fully extended and was totally dependent on all of his income. When the firm lost one of their larger accounts it was no secret that something had to happen personnel wise. It wasn't so much that there were to be layoffs, but more that somebody was going to have to step down a little or be transferred out of state. Either one would have killed us. I felt that with his education and track record he didn't have to worry. He reminded me that he wasn't the only one with those credentials and that all of this would eventually come down to something personal with the owners of the company rather than job performance. I realized he was right. This company was loaded with talent. Danny, the owner of the company, was in his early forties and had a wife that looked 10 years younger than him. They were very wealthy from hard work and his brilliant mind and were both the nicest and most attractive people you would ever want to meet. Very generous with pay and benefits, they almost doted over their employees and were very quick and generous with hugs and kisses. Everybody absolutely loved them and turnover in the company was non-existent. We think the owners could feel the tension in the middle ranks about the job situation, so they threw sort of a "we're all okay" party at a nice local hotel. Their functions were always super and expensive in a down home sort of way. They were quick to be part of the service rather than king and queen of the ball. I got myself ready that night all the way to the point of actually putting on my clothes. We had a young babysitter coming in and I got her situated before I finished dressing. Due to our financial instability, I had opted not to buy anything new, but instead found a real nice dress I had in the closet for several years that I didn't think anyone had seen. It was light green, had a low cut neckline that fit pretty tight so there was not much to see down, and a loose skirt that fell about four inches above my knee. When I started to put it on I discovered that I blew it and had no panty hose to wear. We were pressed for time by then and I surely didn't want to expose the natural color of my legs since it was early April. After a quick digging through my room I came up with a pair of thigh high light brown hose that would do. I was a little concerned about the top of my hose being too close to the bottom of the skirt, but my choices were nil. Since I wasn't wearing pantyhose I chose to wear a real nice pair of black tap pants instead of panties that were very comfortable and made me feel sexy. When we arrived at the party it was pretty well in full swing. It was in a large covered patio area with a small stage set up for some reason in front of dining tables. Way in the back there was a small horseshoe bar almost chest high to me that had only a very small side entrance area to it. They were only serving beer and wine and you can guess whom the bartenders were-the owners. I think they did it to make sure they could at least say hello to everyone. I would like to tell you that I really stuck out from the crowd but I didn't. There were lots of attractive employees and spouses there. If you were to have to name the company for a town it would have to be "Yuppie City." They all looked good, but certainly none more than Marty, the boss's wife. After I had my glass and we had made a few rounds visiting, Marty quietly waved me over and motioned for me to come behind the bar. She gave me a big hug and asked me to do her a big favor. "All of this bartending seemed to be a good idea at first but it's a big mistake. It's all right for him to be here, but I need to be out milling with the guest and making sure the proceedings are on schedule. Could you do me a huge favor and work the bar for a while." "Sure, I'd love to." I'd given a hand at some of their events in the past and besides, what was I to say? "There's nothing to it. All you're going to do is fill some glasses and greet people you already know." With that, she apologized for intruding on my evening and went into the crowd. She was right. I knew I would see everyone and my husband was already circulating with the men so I didn't mind it at all. Besides, it just wasn't a real prime time to say no. "Oh, I can't believe I got so lucky as to share duties with you." Danny acted like he was thrilled to see me, gave me a big long hug and a quick soft kiss on the cheek. I gave it little thought, started serving and had a really great time. Dinner was actually a wonderful finger food buffet. He was very gracious and brought us both plates back with way too much food. We had one small bar stool which I could hardly sit on and still see, but he could with his shoulders coming above the bar. I stood while I ate, but that was okay. It was a small space and very shortly after I had gone in there he started touching me casually, an arm around the waist, a hand on my hip as he had to reach around me, ever now and than a slight brushing of my breast. It became more evident as it went on, but I chose not to pay a lot of attention to it. I knew he was a touchy kind of person and it would have been awkward to say or do anything. I just made sure I didn't do anything. It came to the point that when there was nobody around his arm was always around me, his hand constantly on my hip, and when I sat on the stool his hands were on my knees, sometimes massaging them slowly. He never said anything off color or made a gesture that frightened me, just small intimate stuff. Even as concerned as I was, it got to the point where I'm not too sure I wasn't starting to enjoy his attention. After everybody ate and the place was clean, the personnel director got up on the stage and made a few jokes, recognized the owners and a few others and said there was a surprise. And there was. They had brought in a magician that was wonderful. Everybody had pretty well filled their glasses or stopped drinking and moved close to the stage and sat down. "I hope you don't abandon me back here by myself. I still need to man the bar even though I think business is dead. We can still see good from back here." Marty was laughing, but I took it pretty seriously. We were way in back of the area and the touching had become more frequent. I was hoping to be rescued by my husband, but I noticed he managed to sit at the table with Marty, so things were going good for him. "Sure, I won't desert you at your time of crisis." I laughed with him. What else was I going to do? The guy on the stage was really good and captivated the audience. I stood behind the bar and watched while Danny sat on the stool. I don't think anybody that bothered to look could see anything lower than our shoulders. About five minutes into the act and when everybody was obviously not going to move, he moved down off the stool and the gently touching resumed. It was around the waist at first, just rubbing the lower part of my back, sliding his hand down on my hips some, back up the full length of my back, and so on. It actually felt good, but I was really starting to wonder where this was going and was preparing myself to stop it somehow. Sure enough, he slipped his hand around the front of me and gently started touching my stomach. I pulled away slightly, and he stopped. I assumed he had the idea and that it had come to an end. Instead, he took advantage of the very confined area, which kept me at an arms length. Again he made an advance, running his hand slowly up and down my leg outside my skirt for a few minutes, not roughly but very casually. Then the hand dropped below the hem to touch my legs. I knew for sure then I had a situation and didn't know what to do. "Danny, please." I whispered to him quietly. I tried stepping away but his left arm was around my waist and he didn't let go. However, he did cease touching me elsewhere. My relief was intense, but temporary. To my dismay his hand slowly returned, rubbing my right leg. His hand moved down my leg and touched my knee at first but then started to move up. He was in no hurry and may have been trying to not alarm me any more than I was. My heart was beating like crazy and I could tell he had become intense. I took his hand and removed it from me, stepping away as far as I could in the confined space. "Stop, Danny. I think I should go." I was hoping the look I gave him was enough to end it. It took him less than a minute to react. Never taking his eyes off the proceedings going on in front of us, he carefully slid his stool over next to me. Unwittingly, I had trapped myself in the small confines of the bar. The only way out was to go over the top of him. His arm went back around my waist and this time he didn't try to mask his intentions. He went straight down to my knee with his hand. In order to grab it I had to lean over slightly. I kept looking around to see if we were being watched but all attention was on the stage. Feeling like a trapped animal, my heart was beating fast and tears began to form in my eyes. How had I gotten into this? What had I done or said that would make him think I would allow him to do this? My reactions and self-examination didn't stop his hand. In spite of my hand trying to stop his, it had very slowly continued its advance up my leg. He suddenly reached the top of my stockings and his hand hit my bare leg. I guess he had expected me to be wearing panty hose and the sudden contact of flesh on flesh caught him by surprise. "O-o-o-o-h." His hand jerked and there was an audible gasp. He looked at me and his mouth sagged slightly. The unexpected flesh on flesh contact had definitely moved him. I flinched, too. Even though he had been touching me for some time, it was different when his hand actually touched my flesh. I was in a combination of shock and dismay by that time. My three thoughts were where is this going, how do I ever get out of it, and why am I not as repulsed as I should be? I know that he was a really attractive, wonderful man, but he had no rights to me. However, he had a really slow, soft wonderful touch and I was feeling every bit of it. I have a tendency to become wet very easy and if it had been my husband sitting there teasing me in public I would have been soaking wet by this time. As it was, through my constant but quiet objections and my ever increasing attempt to dislodge his hand I was more than aware of the reaction from my body. Whether my morals objected or not, I knew myself well enough to know that the moisture was forming. My disapproval of the situation didn't change the fact that I could feel it. This was not going well at all! That old saying, "The silence was deafening," would have fit us perfectly. I was screaming at him to stop without saying a word and he was telling me how excited he was without speaking, relating it to me through his now shaking fingertips. The magician kept captivating the audience, we stood back there as if it was the only thing going on, and his hands were slowly going higher and higher, touching every part of my right leg. There were slight touches with the other leg, but only a few brushes. He concentrated on that one leg, moving slowly up. It was starting to become a blissful torture for me. I was rocking my body back and forth a little, either in an effort to get away or an unwanted reaction instinctively keeping in rhythm with his touches. His arm had tightened considerable around my waist. I could only hear my heart and his breathing and don't think by that time I could see anything. We had both forgotten about the magician long ago and were only looking to see if anyone was coming near us, which they did not. How could I have allowed this to happen? "Please, Danny. I don't want this." My voice was breaking with a soft sob. I was still leaning over in order to keep my grasp on his wrist, but his hand had advanced high enough that my bent over position was less noticeable than before. He smiled softly and said, "Okay," but his hand remained high on my leg. After what seemed like an hour, but was only a few minutes, his hand went under my loose panties and slightly touched me, sliding his finger between my labia. As I suspected, I was very wet. He said "Oh, my goodness," very softly as he touched me and my knees sort of buckled. At that point it was a war of wills. He started brushing me with his fingertips, feeling the dampness and apparently enjoying my attempt to stop him. He teased me unmercifully before he moved to my clit. "O-o-o-h-h-h." No matter how upset I was or had anticipated this move, I jumped and let out a real low moan that he had to have heard. I had somehow become extremely sensitive there. He was masterful. His touch was knowing and unbelievable soft. He brought me up to a level I couldn't believe and just left me hanging there for a long time. Despite the fact that I started slowly stamping my foot up and down to try to drive off the sensations, my hips were moving with his hand and I was ready to explode. I looked up one last time to see if there was a rescue in progress. Since there was obviously not, I pleaded one more time. "Please, Danny. Don't do this to me." It was very soft and quiet, my last stand, more emotional than physical as I finally released his wrist. Finally, it came. I put my head down on my arms to stifle the sounds when it hit me. My hips went from following his hand to jerking like crazy and I was moving up and down and twisting behind the bar. Using his left hand, he pulled my dress behind me and up to my waist and held it there. This allowed him to watch the action, my legs and panties exposed. My white legs were in stark contrast to the dark colors of my hose and panties. "Ni-i-i-c-c-e," His voice was appreciative. "Not enough women wear stockings any more." I could feel his erection as he pressed against me. He kept it up for a few minutes and I knew I was on my way to coming again. I couldn't seem to stop it. Just as he slowed down and I thought it was over, his hand left my clit and his finger went inside me. It was like it was starting all over again. Danny sensed my total surrender. "Relax and enjoy it, Syndee. You look and feel so good." It wasn't so much that I was following his instructions, but more that my mind couldn't control the physical part of me any more. Folding my arms over the edge of the bar, I put my head face down on it, started gently stomping my foot again as my body convulsed, and started to come. The orgasm washed over me like a flood rather than a light rain. "A-a-a-h-h-h-h," my mouth moaned softly into my folded arms. Nobody could hear it but him, but he heard very well. All gentleness disappeared and he assaulted my pussy fast and hard. From the sounds coming out of him, he was immersed with personal satisfaction from watching and hearing my reactions to his touch. Other than looking up occasionally to survey the room, my thoughts were only on his fingers. My repulsion of the situation was gone. My conscience-vanished! The only thing I was aware of was the constant high-speed ramming my pussy was getting, then the short trip they would make up to my swollen clit for a while, then back down and in, roughly entering in long strokes. I was caught in the middle, had no control over it, and he wouldn't stop. Suddenly, I realized the show was over. Luckily, no one had come near us but rather gathered towards the stage. Danny slowly (maybe reluctantly) moved his hands away from me, allowing me to come down off my high. He never tried to talk to me during all of this, maybe thinking it would spoil it. Once I was able to regain my composure, I got a quick kiss on the cheek from him and a knowing hug and that was it. When he turned away I saw him lick his fingers. Shortly after that Marty came over, gave me a huge hug and kiss and thanked me for helping. She just gushed over how nice I had been. When we went home David thanked me profusely for being sensitive to the situation. Surprisingly, we had super sex that night, with him remarking about and enjoying how wet I was. I woke up the next morning very confused. I was caught with mixed feelings of guilt and pleasure, but also knew that I certainly hadn't hurt my husband's job any. It was a real blow to my morals and self-respect, but I knew it was a one-time mistake on my part that would never happen again. Or so I thought. THE POOL PARTY I wasn't at all happy about what had happened and was more than a little concerned about whether Danny was going to keep all this to himself. I sure didn't want to be the subject of office gossip and it would have been devastating to my family. But as time wore on a little and it was evident that he had more to lose than me, I became a little more comfortable with it. Plus, I got hand written thank you notes from both of them for giving a hand. It even got to the point that when I thought back about it I sometimes would touch myself, not always to orgasm but certainly to a nice pleasurable level. It was, in fact, a mental rather than physical ordeal and I felt I could deal with that under the circumstances. And it had felt wonderful, right or wrong. As far as my husband's work was concerned, things started happening just as we had anticipated. One of my husband's counterparts was transferred to Los Angeles in order to stay employed. He left before his wife, and I happened to drop by her house just as they were being packed out. She told me that they had been treated as fair as possible, with the company paying for moving and some closing cost. However, when we were out of the earshot of the moving men she started tearing up and said that it was killing them financially in that they had to sell the house without getting any cash out of it and there was no way they could buy a house in LA on what he got paid. They were moving into a real nice apartment, but no home. I went away from the visit with a new fear that I could not shake. It may not have happened to us, but it had happened to SOMEBODY and it was going to happen again. Weeks later, we received a formal invitation for a late night fireworks party on the 4th of July at the owners house. Since most of us had children, they were nice about it and said they knew not everybody could come, but there would be some important guests there they would appreciate as much participation as possible. The 4th was on a Sunday that year with Monday the day off from work. We quickly decided to be there and let them know. We still thought this was no time to take chances. We were told about 50 would attend, plus the guests. That weekend was spent with my family not far away and we left our son there to be picked up Monday. When we started to get dressed for the party there wasn't so much of a decision about what to wear. Bathing suit. I looked at what I had and put on the one I thought would be most appropriate for the occasion. It was very conservative, covering all of my buttocks and not too low up top. As I was looking at myself in the mirror, David came by and said "You look good, Granny, " laughed and walked on. I got the picture. I went back into the closet and brought out a black one that I had bought on sale late last year but had never worn. I put it on and admitted I did look good. The low cut top showed my breast well and the bottom was cut high on the hips so that I was showing generously without being obscene. I was concerned about it until we got there and I saw what the other women were wearing. Lots of skin, two piece jobs, etc. The boss's wife was wearing a two-piece white suit I would never have had the nerve to put on. She was a knockout in it and the attention she got could not be ignored. I was glad I had changed into something a little more provocative. David was right. I would have looked like somebody's sister. This was not the first time we had been to their house, but it was the first time during the summer. They had resisted the temptation to move north of town with the new money and build a big fancy house up there. Instead, they bought an old mansion in the older southern part of town and had it totally renovated. It was beautiful and must have cost a fortune. It was sitting on a small hill. On one side of the house was a large city park, which was where the fireworks would be going off well after sundown. On the other side, you walked down a gravel path to a huge swimming pool, complete with lights and a very small bathhouse. It was probably 40 yards from the house to the pool, separated in part by a small wooded area. What caught a lot of attention were the portable black lights around the pool. There were no children. Everybody was enjoying the pool in the 100-degree weather. Food and drink was abundant, but most were more than aware of the two guests there and stayed away from drinking too much. The food was a different story and was wonderful as usual. Everybody got through eating and they removed everything just as it got dark. It was a great party, and our hosts were perfect. After the area was clear and it was pitch dark (it was still 45 minutes before the fireworks) the personnel director yelled out "Everybody in the pool!" We all got in, including the host and guests. Then they did the neatest thing. They brought out a bag of plastic balls about the size of softballs and started throwing them into the pool until everybody had one. We saw that there were numbers on each ball. We were told that there was a list matching each number to a money prize ranging from a five to a hundred dollar bill with one special grand prize ball. The idea was to start getting rid of your ball within the confines of the pool until you had a ball that you felt lucky with and then you held onto it until it was over. When everybody thought they were set, they were going to count to ten, during which time you could get rid of your ball to see it there were any trades. Sounded easy, then he said to wait a second. All at once the lights went out and the black lights went on. The balls were fluorescent and glowing like crazy under the lights, but you could hardly see anything or anybody around you. What you COULD see were white bathing suits and Marty's was very prominent. A whistle blew, those balls started flying and it was the craziest thing you ever saw. It was a blast and everybody was having fun. You couldn't quite pick out features of people but you could detect certain voices. But other than that you were almost in a wet vacuum. It was a great idea, whoever did it. I could recognize some voices (my husbands across the pool) but not many. Then, after a while, I could hear Danny getting closer and closer to me. It crossed my mind to be quiet and I tried to move on, but it was too late. All at once he was right there beside me. He spoke in my ear about the chaos and we both laughed about it. Then he took the ball I had in my hand and replaced it with another. "Don't even think about getting rid of this ball." He told me not to let go of that ball no matter what and don't take a chance of getting it confused with another. I didn't know the deal, but grasped it with both hands. He stopped talking but didn't leave my side, which started to bother me a little bit. Those balls were flying all over the place but the two of us had become a quiet little cove over to one side of the middle of madness. Then it happened. I winced as he slowly stroked my arm very gently, almost as you would a child. I moved away slightly, but he moved with me and never lost contact with my skin. I made a serious move to leave, but a strong gentle arm came around my waist, immobilizing me, and a voice whispered, "Stay with me." My body trembled with dread when I heard him say that. I knew what was going on. Of all the stupid things, what came to my mind was that old saying, "First time shame on you, second time shame on me." Then, as he moved his hands over my stomach and down my thighs I thought what the hell is he doing, right here in the middle of these people. Right in the middle of these unknowing, unconcerned people. I had a husband there, someplace, tending to a guest, not knowing his wife was literally in the hands of another man. But that didn't help me. I had a set of very knowing hands revisiting a body that had shown before to be vulnerable to his touch. He slipped his hands around and I could feel their strength kneading my ass, and my muscles squeezed involuntarily. Not a good sign for me, but a huge encouragement for him. He drew me very close and I could smell him, the heat of him washing over my body in what I assumed was a pink flush. He pulled my hips back hard against him, pressing his huge erection against the cheeks of my ass. It was the only thing that I was aware of in the midst of all the activity. I knew we were going to be caught. This was madness. Then, slowly, one hand slid up to my breast, concealed in darkness under water. He went under my suit and I gasped as his hand cupped me, teasing the tip between the pad of his thumb and a finger. The other hand slid down my stomach, gently tracing around my navel on the way down to my thighs and very slowly starting to come back up. Try as I may, I couldn't get away from the intrusion and my reactions actually resulted in me squirming back against his erection. My breast started to rise up and down in the water; shimmering with the short breaths I was taking. When I felt his fingers search the wet edge around the leg of my suit, sliding under it, that was it! Shocked, I grasped his hand. "Danny" I said softly, "Stop it. Somebody is going to see you." I could only whisper with others within earshot. He whispered softly in my ear "Is that why you want me to stop?" As he said it, he slipped a finger inside my suit and trailed it up and down my pussy, teasing but not entering. My lips are oversized to start with and very sensitive. I couldn't help it. I knew he could hear panting and feel my involuntary contractions and was hoping he was the only one that did. Even though we were not in the middle of the rowdy crowd, I was being very sensitive to alerting them. I tried to move away from him but he held me close. Pulling and holding back my suit leg with his left hand, he slipped his right one between my wet slit. When it hit those nerves, I arched my back, stifling an unwanted moan that I knew was on my lips. My mind refused to work, frozen in that crowd. How did this happen again? Am I telegraphing something to him? But all my thoughts were turning to his hand between my legs, the only other sensation being the pressure from his erection pressed against my cheeks. Then, merciful, merciful release. The lights came on and it was over. My God, I escaped, although it was with a body that was on fire. I looked down and his erection was easily visible even through the water. He saw me look and laughed. "Guess who's not going to get out of the pool," he laughed, me with him. It was a nervous laugh, but I could afford to be laughing now. It was pitch dark by that time and we heard a loud boom, which was the fireworks people telling us the show was about to start. Everybody scrambled to get their numbers from the balls turned in. Turned out nobody got less than twenty, with a number of fifties and hundreds. It really went over well. David was already gone with the guest. (He wasn't missing a beat) I was getting my stuff together when Marty came over and gave me a big hug. Then she dropped the bombshell. "I know I always seem to lean on you, Syndee, but could you stay back a few minutes to help Danny put everything back?" I couldn't believe it. I was going to say no? I said sure, I'd help her. She thanked me and said she was on the way up with the guest but Danny needed to be there soon and for me to make him. Trapped! I could not believe it. I started picking up a few things as I saw her disappear up the hill and he was throwing stuff out of the pool. When everybody was gone, he came out of the pool, locked up the equipment in the storage, and turned out the lights. I was so relieved. I dodged that bullet, even though I was still tingling like crazy inside. I picked up my stuff and started walking away. "Wait, Syndee. Just a second." His voice coming out of the dark was soft but very strong. I froze in place and started shaking as he approached. I couldn't see him well, but I was sure he was still burdened with that unfulfilled erection. He found me easily with the safety lights that were still on. Taking my bag out of my hands, he turned me around and wrapped his arms around me, pressing himself up against my ass. Not only was his erection there, but very apparent through his trunks. He felt me tense up with the contact. "Relax, Syndee. It's just me." His voice was soft and coaxing, but very ominous to a mind searching for an escape route. Slowly, he reached around me and removed the cover I had put on over my bathing suit. As hot as it was, I had put it on for modesty rather than warmth. "Danny, please. We need to go." My voice was more pleading than strong. "We'll go in a minute. I've wanted to be alone with you for a long time." Taking my hand, he pulled me over to the large stairs leading back down into the pool. There were still underwater lights on in the pool but they were very dim at best and set far apart. He pulled me over to a spot where there was very little light and the water was just below my breast. "Danny, I want to leave now." "In a minute. Right now, this is all just perfect." Just as he said it there was a huge explosion that seemed almost overhead. It was the start of the fireworks. It was well advertised that the display itself would be thirty-seven minutes long, so I knew my predicament would be short lived. Danny was aware of it, too. Without a word or any warning, he pressed up hard against me, pinning me to the side of the pool. His mouth went to mine quickly, but strong and soft. He stayed there so long and searched my lips and tongue such that I responded, thinking that maybe this was all that he wanted. Through my objections and misgivings, the thought crossed my mind that I had not been kissed like that for a long time. Though unwanted, it was nice. I should have known that, under the circumstances, I was just kidding myself about his motives. My hands had been on his chest the whole time in a feeble attempt to push him away. His hands went to the straps of my suit and pulled them down halfway to my bottom, the straps pinning both my arms to my side in the process. Time was short, and that was the way he approached it. With no hesitation, he pulled my legs open and around his waist. That, along with the buoyancy of the water, caused me to rise up. My breasts surfaced totally out of the water and his mouth found them immediately. "O-o-h-h-h. U-m-m-m." The first sound coming out was mine; the second was his. I tensed and my head went back when his hot mouth closed over my nipples. Instinctively, I tried to move my hands but the straps had them pinned to my side. I think the feeling of captivity added rather than detracted from the moment. Our vision was starting to adjust to the dim light and through the light of the fireworks exploding nearby I could watch him now. Mostly I just saw the top of his head as he gorged himself, but at times he would just tease my rigid nipples with his tongue. When he did this he made an effort to look up at me, allowing direct eye-to-eye contact. Looking straight into his eyes while he teased my nipples was almost as big a turn-on as the actual attention he was giving my sensitive breasts. I was giving in, and we both knew it. My legs had wrapped around his waist and, with what little ability I had, my captured arms had reached out to hold him. I could feel his erection brushing against my bottom through the wet suit. The support he was giving me along with the natural flotation of my body created a surreal feeling of being suspended there in the pool. Having never done it in the water before, the anticipation was starting to build and all thoughts of escape had vanished. He sensed my readiness and removed my legs from around his waist. Lowering my suit down my arms and below my waist until it was gangling off one of my feet, he put both hands under my ass, lifting me until I had my head back on the ledge of the pool, my supported body floating on top of the water. "I've wanted to taste you so long I can't put it off any longer." He slipped my legs over his shoulders, letting them float as he supported my ass with both hands and lowered his head to my crotch until his mouth was almost in the water. Using his nose and mouth, he separated my lips and slid his tongue into me. If I had any intentions of reaction or protesting, it all was brushed aside in an instant. Foregoing any small talk or foreplay, his mouth hungrily sought out and found my clit, hard and protruding in the water. As soon as his lips closed around it, he began a ferocious attack on it that caused me to buck up out of the water and against his mouth. "A-a-i-i-e-e-e," spilled out as my head stiffened back against the ledge of the pool and my legs went straight out. He was sucking hard on it, slipping it in and out of his hot mouth frantically. I glanced around quickly to see if we were alone, as if it would have changed anything. I tried to put my hands behind his head but found that I needed them against the side of the pool to support myself. He was going to be in complete control of all this. "M-m-m-m-m." I wasn't going to last and I knew it. There was no question about any technique or anything else here. What he was giving me was a non-stop rapid, hard sucking of my clit. And that was exactly where all my thoughts and sensations turned. All I was aware of was that small bundle of nerves and the mouth surrounding it. It was too much and I started a rapid rotation of my hips and started a slow moan. My orgasm was seconds away and we both knew it. "N-o-o-o-o." It came out of me without thinking when he suddenly removed his mouth from me, leaving me thrashing about in the water. It was like I had an internal bomb trying to explode with the clock stuck on one second. It left me moaning out loud, grasping at him with my hands trying to pull him back to finish me. But when I saw he was just changing directions, I waited impatiently for him. Neither of us spoke while he lowered his own trunks down his legs then took my hand in his. When he put it around his erection and lowered his mouth to mine I closed my fingers around it, shocked at my aggressiveness and jolting at the sensation of another man in my hand, especially being totally wet. Without thinking, I started stroking it gently. As the fireworks continued and the time was quickly expiring, I knew what he wanted and offered no resistance, using my hand to guide him into me. As soon as his head entered me, I moved my hand and he pressed forward. What a sensation, all that wetness being a totally new experience for me. Time was a huge factor and he knew it. He finally removed his mouth from mine and we both gave out a big moan. He pulled my legs tightly around him and began a steady barrage of long, strong strokes in me. This was not sweet lovemaking right now, but a pounding, passion driven fuck! How much he wanted me was evident and I wasn't doing anything to discourage him. I was alternating between wrapping my legs around him and letting them float on their own from the lift of the water. The result was me riding pretty high out of the water, his face closer to my breasts than my mouth, so that's where he gave his attention. "Come with me." He wasn't lasting very long. Caught up in his own rush for a release, he obviously didn't realize how high I was, my body poised for certain orgasm. I could feel him starting to speed up and his body tense. "Come with me, Syndee." He repeated it, so I guess he was looking for an answer. Even though I was riding high with him, I wasn't sure I would do it before he came. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and my legs tightly around him, moving my body back and forth to match his strokes. "I'm there." It was more of a squeak coming out of me than anything else, trying to speak as my unpreventable release had started low inside me and was working itself up through my nerve system. Instead of it making me come, it just intensified it for him and he couldn't hold back his release. "A-a-a-h-h-h," He muted his moan by taking my breast in his mouth. He never stopped the pounding and came into me, squirting into me with a load I could actually feel as it ejected. I closed my eyes and accepted the hardness as I felt it grow temporarily. "O-o-o-o-h-h-h." I was as caught up in it as he, his last strokes with the expanded cock making me go over the top. I reacted by pumping madly against him, letting the sensation of his hard cock fill me. All the attention he was giving my mouth and nipples kept me at an electric, tingling level of excitement. "I was hoping you would come with me." His shaking, husky voice was that of appreciation. I knew he was right; we had hit it together. "Um, um, um, um." Instead of speaking back to him, I was only able to give out small grunts as his strokes still impaled me. He started to slow down, bringing me with him. We both knew we were in peril of being discovered. "Are you alright with this?" He had pulled out of me, causing us both to groan. He searched and found his trunks. "It's okay." It was more of a whisper, certainly with no conviction. What was I to say, and the reality of what had just happened was starting to break through the ecstasy. Here I was, in a pool with my husband's boss, where seconds before he was buried deep into me, his heart beating hard against mine, our lips locked in intense passion. There was nobody to blame but myself and my explosive orgasm was not something I just imagined, but rather something I knew I would look back on with erotic thoughts. "You don't act like it's okay. I'm sorry. I just wanted you so bad." I realized that I was allowing him to put my suit back on me. All at once his touch seemed alien and I cringed at the touch. He may have sensed my reaction. Taking my hand, he led me back up to the stairs to get out of the pool. We needed to leave. Just as we started back up the hill, I thought I saw just a quick glimpse of white on the other side of the bushes. It startled me, knowing that only Marty's swimsuit would stand out in the dark like that. I started to say something to Danny, but instead brushed it aside as me just being oversensitive to the situation and went on. We entered the other side of the house with the guest unnoticed and saw the finale of the show. Neither of them ever made any reference to the event. The ball that Danny gave me turned out to be the "Grand Surprise." (Surprise, surprise) It was an all paid trip for two to the baseball All-Star game in Baltimore the following week. We went and had a wonderful time. I decided that it was Danny's way of saying that I was "paid in full." I had no idea it was just a retainer fee. I'll have to tell you about it later. (Sorry, I'm a basketball mom!) 13650 2.45/512345