It is storming outside. I hear the rain hitting my windows and the gentle rumble of the thunder. I don’t know what woke me up; it must have been the storm. I am turning over onto my stomach when the lightning flashes and I see a shadow of what looks like a person. I sit up and stare into the shadows but there is nothing there. Figuring it is just my imagination I lay back down and close my eyes. I roll onto my stomach and fall asleep.

I wake up to a tickling sensation on the inside of the thighs. I jerk in response and realize that my hands are tied together above my head; they are attached to a cord tied to one of the four posters of my bed. I hear your little rumble of laughter and my heart starts racing.

I feel something cold press into my back and you say “Don’t do anything stupid and make me use this. Listen to everything I say and you won’t get hurt. Understand?” As I nod my head you say: “Good, now I want you to roll over.” I am starting to shake but I roll over. With my arms raised above my head it pushes my breasts out, I hear you groan. I can’t see you, your face is in the shadows but I see a feather in your hand.

The feather rises up and the tip touches my arm. You work the tip down my arm, over my collarbone and over my nipple. As my nipple hardens you do the same to the other one. With your other hand you make me spread my legs as you run the feather down my body. You run it up the inside if my leg to my thigh and switch to the İstanbul Escort other side and to the same thing.

I can smell your cologne and it is so familiar to me but as the feather passes over my freshly shaved pussy, my breath catches and all thoughts leave my mind.

You can see what you are doing to me so you lean down and take my nipple into your mouth. You circle it and flick it with your tongue. When you sucked on it, my back arched off of the bed and liquid heat pooled between my legs. You give the other nipple the same attention as your hand moves between my legs. You slide a finger down over my clit and into my pussy. You can feel how wet you have made me and that makes you all the harder.

You shift and start kissing down my stomach. You position yourself between my legs and it hits! Right as I realize who you are, you run your tongue over my clit, and your name rolls over my tongue like a caress.

You hear me say your name and really start to lick my clit. You suck on my clit and trap my little button with your teeth while you flick it with your tongue. You can hear me panting and feel my legs quivering and you can tell I am about to cum so you shove a finger in my pussy. You feel me tighten up around your finger as my climax washes over me. You climb up and straddle my chest and tell me “suck it!” I eagerly flick my tongue out to lick the pre cum that is on your dick. I take you in my mouth as far as I can Anadolu Yakası Escort go in this position. Every time I pull back I caress the head of your cock with my tongue. I want it so bad, you taste so good. I can’t get enough. You can see I am getting frustrated so you grab my head and start fucking my face. You set the pace and the rhythm and I am in heaven. I have wanted this for a long time. You can feel it starting to build up inside you but you want it to last so you pull out of my mouth. You hear me whimper and you chuckle. You lean down and kiss me. As you put your tongue in my mouth, I can taste myself on you and it is driving me wild. My pussy is throbbing, and it needs to be filled by your wonderful cock. You stop kissing me and tell me to turn over and get on my knees.

I turn over and get on my knees. You press my back down so my tits are on the bed and my ass is in the air. You stick a finger in a little jar and put a small amount on my clit and rub it in. It feels like a cool tingling sensation, but kind of hot at the same time. You see my ass start to move around and smile. You reach for a small tube and get some on your finger but you don’t use it yet.

Your hand reaches down, and gently rubs my clit as you lean down and licks my ass. You hear me moan and know I am ready for anything. You play with my little hole with the tip of your tongue. You feel my legs shaking and know that it is time. You take what Kartal Escort is on your finger and run it around the rim of my ass. You ease your finger in my ass as you ease your hard throbbing cock in my aching, wet pussy. Before you get either on in all the way you feel my muscles contract as I cum again.

You start to move your cock in and out slowly at first. You hear me moaning again and pick up the pace a little. You can feel me moving back to meet your thrusts, and before long you are slamming your cock in my pussy. You grab my hair and pull my head back arching my back even more. You take your finger out of my ass and reach down and touch my clit. I scream and you know I am ready.

You take your cock out of my pussy and you can see my juices running down my thighs. You grab the small tube again and put a little on the head of your cock. You grab your cock and put pressure against my ass. You slowly slip in and work in and out until you get all the way in.

You reach down and grab what you had shoved in my back earlier. It is my little 4 inch silver buddy. You turn it on and shove it in my pussy and tell me to keep it there. You start fucking my ass. It is so tight and you can also feel the vibrations from my toy. It feels too good and you know you are not going to last long. You can tell from my moans that I am almost there. You can’t hold out any longer and you want us to go together. You reach down one last time and rub my clit and within seconds I scream your name. That is all it takes to send you over the edge as you fill my ass with your seed.

We both collapse on the bed and I fall into an exhausted sleep.

When I wake up in the morning and there is a rose on my pillow, and a smile on my face.

My fiancée Lisa and I have been living together for three years and plan to get married next year.

We bought an old house and have been slowly renovating it – far too slowly for Lisa’s liking!

I work in London and by the time I’ve got the train and then walked home it is usually about 7pm and then I don’t feel like doing much decorating. During the weekends we usually do some work on the place, although I must admit that had also tailed-off a little.

Friday evening is our only regular night out. We have a game of squash and then after coming home for a shower we sometimes go for a drink with friends.

Our squash games get quite competitive and we are fairly evenly matched although Lisa probably has the edge in terms of games won. It had also been a long-standing bet that the loser cooked dinner the next evening.

A few weeks ago, after nagging me about tiling the bathroom, Lisa suggested a new bet.

‘How about we make the bet a little more interesting this week’ Lisa asked as we were going on court.

“OK, what do you have in mind?”

“Anything you want” Lisa said with a seductive wiggle of her hips.

“Anything?” I asked

“No, let’s make it any THREE things the winner wants” Lisa said, seductively stroking her left breast.

“OK you’re on” I said my mind now totally distracted by thoughts of Lisa’s body.

That distraction proved to be my undoing and Lisa beat me 5 games to 1.

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Lisa first favour was for me to cancel my football on Sunday and finish the bathroom tiling, not really what I had in mind but a bet was a bet.

On Monday, her second involved me stripping the wallpaper from the second bedroom the next two evenings.

Her last favour on Thursday was for me to cook dinner.

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On Friday, Lisa teased me mercilessly and won again. In fact she used the same tactic for the few weeks and won each time.

Each week, Lisa had me doing two major jobs and then saved her third for a meal or in one case a cinema trip to see a film she fancied.

I was getting pretty sick of this and was determined to not let her teasing get the better of me. It took 5 weeks before I finally managed to win after a very closely fought game. I won 3-2.

That night in bed I told Lisa “For my first favour, I would like a nice slow blow-job and I want you to swallow my come”. Lisa would only occasionally let me come in her mouth and then she would always spit it into a tissue

“No way” Lisa replied

“The bet was anything the winner wants and I’ve paid-up for the last four weeks”

Lisa complained bitterly but finally Ümraniye Escort did the deed and reluctantly swallowed my load, washing it down with a swig of my beer.

On Tuesday I had Lisa give me a repeat performance for my second favour.

On Thursday, Lisa was telling my about the jobs list she ready for me when she won our match the next day.

I had planned to use my third favour that night but I had a brainwave and decided to use my final favour to help me win our next game.

On Friday Lisa wore the same outfit that she wore for the last few weeks. The top fitted snugly across her breasts and the short tennis skirt had a slit part way up at back that showed the tops of her legs and gave the occasional flash of her knickers when she bent over.

On the way to the club we had the usual banter about who was going to win etc.

“I assume it is the same bet” I checked with Lisa.

“You’d better believe it” replied Lisa. “You’ll be decorating for the next 6 months” she teased.

“So it’s the same bet for the next 6 months. That’s a lot of blow jobs” I teased in reply.

“Dream on, buster. But let’s make it a year. I don’t want you quitting after two weeks of wallpapering” Lisa said pushing it.

“OK, a year it is” I replied “no quitting”.

“Done” Lisa finished

This was going to work out better than I had planned I thought as I drove.

When we pulled up in the car park at the club, I turned to Carol “For my final favour of the week, I’d like you to remove your bra and leave it here in the car.” I said.

“What!” Lisa replied.

“You heard” I replied smiling

“But I can’t run around without a bra”

“I don’t see why not…… Does this mean you concede the match?”

“No it doesn’t, but this isn’t fair”

“What’s not fair? I won last week and this is my third favour”

“You serious, aren’t you”

“Absolutely” . “Take it off. Whether you play or concede is up to you.”

“Bastard” she replied, removing her bra and handing me it.

Even walking Lisa’s breasts were quite a sight in her tight top. Later when she ran on court they were bouncing all over the place.

Needless to say Lisa was totally distracted from her game and lost easily. I resolved to continue this plan next week.

I kept the same routine for the next three weeks. I won each week and had Lisa swallowing my cum twice each week.

Since the first week Lisa had taken to wearing baggy T-shirts on court and this next week she wore a thick sweatshirt, so a new tactic was required.

To even more cries of protest I asked Lisa to remove her knickers. The tennis skirt wasn’t very long, so a decent stretch İstanbul Escort or bend at the waist would give a fairly indecent flash to anyone watching.

Inspired by the views of her ass on court, the blow-jobs were replaced by her introduction to the delights of anal sex.

It didn’t take a brain-surgeon to guess that Lisa would be wearing her tracksuit bottoms next week as well as her sweatshirt so my little ploy wouldn’t work again.

I had to think of something else to distract her game because if I let her win I knew she would make me pay big-time.

After a couple of days I came-up with the solution and went to buy the necessary item.

The next Friday Lisa came downstairs wearing her tracksuit top and bottoms. “Do I have to wear these or can I wear my normal outfit with underwear this week” Lisa asked, hands on hips.

“Oh all right you can wear your normal outfit” I replied

“With underwear?”

“Yes OK” I answered trying to sound disappointed and letting her think she had got the upper hand.

“You are going to be so sorry when I beat you tonight” Lisa said in the car.

I let that comment go until we got to the club. When we parked, Lisa was just about to get out of the car when I stopped her.

“But you said I could keep my clothes on this week” Lisa pleaded

“That’s right” I said “I’m keeping to that. Close you eyes and spread your legs a little” I instructed her.

“We can’t do it here in the car park”

“Don’t worry, just close your eyes”

Lisa closed them and I started kissing her and trailed my hand up her thighs to her knickers. While kissing her I started teasing her pussy and clit. In only a minute or so she was wet enough for what I had in mind.

I retrieved the little egg-shaped device from my pocket and pushed it inside her pussy.

“What the hell is that” Lisa asked

“Just a little something to keep you hot for me. As you move it is supposed to gently massage you.” I lied.

“And I suppose I have to keep it there while we play”

“Yeap”

“It’ll take more than that to stop you winning tonight” Lisa replied.

The egg was very little hindrance to Lisa at all and the match was very evenly played. With 15 minutes left the score was 2 games all and I was 7-5 up in the fifth. Lisa won service and pulled another point back. It was time for part 2 of my ploy.

As Lisa was about to serve again I pulled the little control out of my pocket and kept it hidden in my free hand. In the middle of the next rally flicked the switch on. The effect on Lisa was immediate. She stopped dead in her tracks and put her hand to her groin surprised at the new buzzing sensation.

“You Anadolu Yakası Escort bastard” She said glaring at me.

The remainder of that game and the next were easy. Lisa kept giggling each time she started to run and couldn’t concentrate on playing.

I left it on throughout the drive home (we normally shower at home after the game) and Lisa’s eyes were starting to glaze over by the time we got home. We had no sooner got through the front door when Lisa attacked me.

“Fuck me now, you cheating bastard” Lisa said ripping my shorts down and dropping to her knees. Lisa took my cock in her mouth and had me hard in no time.

I pulled out of her mouth and dropped to my knees behind her, flipping the skirt up over her backside. Pulling her knickers to one side I pushed into her soaking pussy. I pushed in about halfway pushing the egg a little deeper and nicely lubricating my cock. I then pulled out and pushed against her ass”

“No, no…..ah OK, yes…… just fuck me” Lisa pleaded.

I wasn’t about to argue as I pushed my entire length into her ass. That simple act was enough to send Lisa over the edge. Lisa let out a loud gasp, gripped the carpet with her fingers and started to tremble in my hands. I held still enjoying the buzzing sensation coming from the egg and let Lisa come down from her orgasm.

“Oh fuck” she panted in between gasps “Fuck my ass, fuck me hard. Don’t stop, I need it bad” Lisa begged.

I stroked my cock in and out, starting slowly and then ramming her ass as hard as I could. Lisa went wild beneath me and came again. This time I didn’t stop. I fucked her as hard as I could; Lisa was going crazy screaming out in orgasm until with one final push I pumped my load into her ass.

“Oh my god. Turn it off, turn it off” Lisa kept repeating.

I fumbled with my shorts and retrieved the control flicking the switch off.

“Oh my god, I was so turned on I didn’t think I would make it home before coming” Lisa said breathlessly.

“That was some hot session” I said “and I didn’t even have to use a favour” I teased.

“Bastard, I’m never going to win another match am I” Lisa said.

“Not this year” I replied

“Cheat”

Later that week as we were getting ready for our next game Lisa said “Look I’m never going to win while you’ve got that thing, am I?”

“No”

“OK then, I’ve got a proposition for you”

“I’m listening”

“Well I enjoy our squash and if we keep this up then it’ll ruin our squash for the next 12 months….So how about I continue to give you 2 favours a week and we play our squash as normal”

“The deal was 3”

“OK 3 but in return I get one full day of decorating each weekend and one cooked meal or evening out a week”

“OK it’s a deal” I agreed.

And so it is I now have 9 months left with 3 favours a week. Surprisingly, all the DIY and decorating seem much more pleasant now knowing the choices I have at the end of a day.

I’m sitting here as I usually do three or four nights a week. Sometimes in the recliner sometimes the easy chair. The light is better at the recliner and I have a book in my lap. I’m staring at it but I’m not reading anyway. I drift between questioning and fantasy but sometimes just thinking.

The TV is on blaring some game or other but I hate sports usually. It’s a week night but wouldn’t matter because my days and nights seldom change much when I’m here. I mean I have had responsibilities to the family and to the kids although they are nearly grown. I have had errands that are necessary and weekly groceries. I do some woman’s things like sewing and knitting, crafts, cleaning and gardening but I seldom enjoy them. They are merely occupying my hands not my mind.

The kids are gone most of the time anymore… anyplace and everyplace. One drives and the other could have a year ago but has never gotten a license. They’re good active kids and quite social. They have a lot of interests and yet I’ve been fortunate that alcohol and drugs are not their interests.

I could work easily enough with an associate degree from years ago and I’d love to work. Why don’t I? Same reason the game is on instead of something more interesting. Same reason I’m just sitting here night after night. The same reason I’ve been so bored with it all. My husband!

He’s over on the couch asleep but if I change the channel his eyes pop open and he announces that he’s watching the game; snoring as he watches with his eyes closed. We don’t have many friends because he doesn’t like to “Get all dressed up” after work. He’s a good provider and a loving father and he used to be a pretty good lover. However as the years have passed he’s gotten into a routine that’s comfortable… for him. He gets up shaves, showers, dresses and has a brief breakfast before heading to work.

Usually he forgets to kiss me goodbye and when he does remember it’s that hasty old proverb on the cheek. The kids are off a few minutes later and I’m left alone. Sex happens here only when he’s in the mood which is about every two or three months… the ninety second man… and so husbandly sex has lost all its appeal to me.

My libido is more than strong and I think stronger than when we married. A few years back I resorted to that thing that was around before I knew about boys or marriage. When I started again my fingers served still me well for a couple of years and then one day I was talking to an old girl friend that I’d known in High School. She was always deep into sex and still is. She asked me how my life was going and when I said okay she wanted more. She meant my sex life. I almost laughed and I did giggle.

Without coming right out and saying that there wasn’t any except myself I think she understood. She isn’t married now but was for about ten years and she’s told me stories she’d experienced, almost like my own, with her ex. She asked what kind of vibrator I used and I was embarrassed to admit that I didn’t even have one, but she’d gotten me thinking.

Our Anniversary was only a month away and so I determined that if he forgot it again that I would take some cash out of the household budget and buy one. The time came and went with out remembrance by him. Two months later things had gotten so bad and I was in such need that as I walked by a store in a small mall at the other edge of town I stopped in. I had no idea what to buy and some guy kept asking me if he could help. Finally in exasperation I asked if there was a woman clerk and he steamed off and sent one over.

She made a recommendation and without looking further I bought it. It was the experience I’d been looking for and I became deft at using it… even so it wasn’t the same. I keep it hidden from the kids and my husband in a place where it would take a forensic investigating team years to find… it’s hidden under my slips in the second drawer.

The vibrator was okay for a couple of years and I even managed a recharger with batteries that worked better and seemed to give it more energy… it felt good. But I’ve been getting more and more neglected or at least I feel that I have been and I’ve become restless.

I moved the computer to a desk in an alcove where I can see the couch and hear the kids if they come in. In the daytime afterwards I started playing with it… and I downloaded a messenger program and played with an online social group for awhile. It was fun but not what I was looking for I guess. I visited a few free porn sites where I was temporarily shocked to see real porn. I’d heard of it but never seen it before. It was arousing but I felt guilty.

I even found a few people’s individual sites both guy’s and gal’s. Not together but their own sites. They were grouped in the adult section of the Messenger site. There I got an education and an eyeful. Guys would do everything and show anything and the gals were almost the same. Perhaps this is where my ‘satisfaction’ began to plummet. I saw guys of every Ataşehir Escort age and physique… and equipment.

I flirted some and didn’t give my age. I got a lot of free ‘shows’ of guys and they wrote or talked to me about everything. In a very few weeks I got a really full education of what other guys are like both physically and almost personally. Guys of every age propositioned me and told me what they wanted to do to me and with me and have me do with them. I followed the gal’s threads too and found that many women are sexually active all the time and that mate dissatisfaction is pretty widespread. I learned more about sex and common practices in those weeks than in my previous entire life… and I was horny.

One day I brought out my vibrator and turned on the computer. I found a guy I’d only talked to before and now he wanted to get undressed for me. I wasn’t sure but when he turned on his web camera and invited me to watch… I yielded. He started doing a slow male striptease for me and he must have been about thirty I guessed and found out later he was thirty-two.

He did pushups and I watched his muscles tighten and he did sit-ups and I watched his abs tighten and he was only wearing briefs and I could tell he was hard beneath them. I asked for a minute and he asked me to turn on my camera, too. I didn’t have one I told him and he was disappointed but sat down and waited. I got up and undressed… I mean everything came off. I sat back down, leaned back and played with my nipples and rubbed my breasts until I started to feel better… and all the time I watched him sitting and waiting… moving occasionally.

Finally I picked up my toy and posititioned it and then told him I was back. He stood and did a few things and asked what I wanted him to do. My mouth was dry when I whispered I’d like him to remove his briefs. He asked twice… teasing me… before he did. He put his thumbs in the elastic and slowly pushed them down. He was very slow… but my vibrator wasn’t. I had it on and was buzzing my clit when I first saw his head emerging at the top… and then slowly the shaft appeared and finally a nice patch of dark hair.

He was aroused… and huge. He was sticking straight out… maybe up just a bit… and I could see his balls and that pink velvet pouch and my body was screaming for more. He asked again and this time I whispered that I wanted to see him touch it. He pointed at it and I croaked yes. He put his fingers under the head and began teasing it up and down before circling the head with his fingers. His head was huge and purple and I couldn’t talk as I worked.

My breasts and nipples… my tummy and my ass… everything was concentrating at my pussy. Finally he had it in his hand… a firm grip and he asked what I was doing. I stuttered and finally he told me to admit that I was playing with myself. Next he shouted… demanding that I admit it… and I did. After that it actually became easier to talk to him and ask and tell. I told him that I’d like to watch him masturbate and he asked if I would do it with him. I did and I climaxed time and again as he touched and stroked. It was magnificent… and I could speak the word cock without stuttering… the first time out loud in my life.

I told him I wanted to see him cum and he said he would but he wanted to get something to catch it in. I begged him not to… I wanted to see it come out… actually see him cum. I wanted it on his stomach and his hand and every place else it would go. He was on the bed lying with a pillow under one side of his back so that he was facing the camera a little and he was smiling at the camera. I was mesmerized. My hubby would never do this for me.

I was working at stroking that vibrator in and out as fast as he was. I had turned off the vibrator and was using it as a dildo… imagining it was his cock. My fantasy was perfect and as I willed and begged him to cum… he did. His cock spurted and stopped and did it again and again. The camera wasn’t fast enough to see it moving but I could see the white path as it left and the splash as it landed and then see it running off him in little streams. It was the most erotic thing I’d seen in my life I think… and he did it when I’d asked him to.

After that I started taking guys up on their solo performances and each time I talked them through it. It became easy to talk to them and easy to get them to do anything I wanted. I asked what they wanted done to them and what they enjoyed seeing and asked them to describe or show me everything about themselves. Guys asked me to meet them and give them a BJ and I found that BJ meant blowjob. They asked me to suck their cock… and finally I asked one guy the difference sucking and a BJ and he laughed and told me they were the same thing… unless I wanted to blow-dry his cock after I’d wet it in my throat.

I started asking them what they wanted in a BJ… what felt good… what a gal should do to ‘get them off’ and they Kadıköy Escort told me. One day a guy told me to put my toy in my mouth and practice. Finally I agreed and told him that after using it I had to go wash it. He told me not to… but to taste it just the way it was. I wouldn’t… at first. But when I asked another guy he told me the same thing. They told me that a gal could taste delicious to them. Finally I used my fingers and tasted just a little. It wasn’t bad… and so I did suck the toy. I practiced with the toy… turning and stroking and sucking. I even practiced until I could get it part way down my throat.

After all this… or in the middle of it… I waited one night for hubby to get to sleep… and then slowly I moved over and touched him. He only snored a little louder and finally I held him and he got rigid… but still asleep. Finally I positioned myself stroked him and guided my lips down over it. It was only a minute and he was moaning and then his hand was in my hair and he was moving his hands and arms and his ass was bucking as he stroked me. I took him as deep as I could and teased his head and suddenly he was awake and screaming my name. Just as suddenly it was over. He filled my mouth and I did what people had been telling me… I swallowed it all.

When I got through and cleaned him… he insisted on knowing where I’d learned that. I told him that I hadn’t learned… I had been reading. That part was true because I’d bought several cheap Harlequin books and so I showed him where one of the scenes told how the gal did it. He was calmed but wasn’t sure that I should be doing it. I asked if he liked it and he admitted that he did. Still he wasn’t sure we should. So I stopped as quickly as I’d started.

Now though I’d had the taste of a man’s cum in my mouth and I kind of liked it. I also liked being in control and having him lose control. I wanted more yet.

Guys had been complaining because I wouldn’t turn on my web cam and wouldn’t believe that I didn’t have one. So one day I decided that I’d save up and get one. I made some hand-machine knitted craft items and advertised them in the Pennysaver. Several people called about them and several wanted to see them. I didn’t want to have people in and out of the house or knowing where I live so I agreed to come to their place and show them but only to women.

Also, I actually sold several items I’d made a few years before and many of the new ones… and soon I had enough money for a good web cam. I actually had enough for a digital camera but that may come later. Quietly I practiced until I knew how to use the camera and kept it hidden when I wasn’t using it.

I met a particularly appealing guy one day and he gave me a show and I watched. I’d seen enough gal shows to know what they did for the camera and I’d practiced. I didn’t ask the guy to cum for me… just show me. I had been watching almost an hour when he finally asked me to turn on my camera. I’d waited and hoped and it was my turn now. I had showered and put on my sexiest outfit and makeup. And even though I was nervous, I wanted to see his reaction to me… the first time I’d ever done this thing and he was thousands of miles away and didn’t know me. I felt safe.

I insisted that he leave his camera on and sit where I could see his face and his cock… and then I turned on my camera and waited for him to acknowledge. When he did there was a slow whistle and he approved. He asked to see more and I asked what he wanted to see. He told me and then I told him that I wasn’t sure I could. I was teasing making him think he’d talk me into it. I told him that I’d never done anything like that ever before… not even for my husband. He smiled and said that I would do it for him though.

I told him that he’d have to tell me what to do… and I might not do it all. He started talking while I paid close attention to how I affected him. I was close to the camera and all he could see was my face from the chin upwards. He asked me to lower the camera and keep my face there, too. He asked who else was watching. I paused and then told him that I wasn’t doing this for anyone else as I lowered it to see from my waist up. He asked me to take off my blouse and I waited for a minute while he kept talking and then I reached up and unbuttoned it slowly. He was praising me and telling how good I looked… but he was talking not touching.

Slowly I opened it and he could see the strapless I was wearing. He told me to take it completely off and I finally did. Again he was saying how full my breasts were and how much he wanted to see them. I asked what he wanted to see and he described everything and asked me to take off the bra. I told him how big a step this was… and maybe we should wait until next time. He begged me to continue… but he still wasn’t touching himself. Slowly I opened the front clasp and let it come partly open and he could see the cleavage and the soft mound at the top of each cup.

He Bostancı Escort was begging me and urging me to continue and finally I lowered the bra more and then more and he kept talking. I told him that he was making me into a bad girl and he told me that I wanted to be a bad girl. When he said it I started to close the bra again and he apologized and explained that he only meant that he thought every gal wanted to know how much a guy liked her body. I relented slowly and then told him in a mad moment that I may as well do it and threw the bra away.

His mouth dropped open and his tongue circled and finally I got what I was after. His hands were around his cock and he was holding. I asked if he was satisfied and now he was having trouble talking as he muttered yes again and again. I sat and watched… my naked breasts in full view and close to the camera. Finally he got his voice again and asked me to use one finger and tease a nipple. I put both hands up and used my index fingers to circle both nipples at the same time. His cock was huge and he was still only holding as I asked if this is what he meant. I could tell that he’d almost lost it. His hands were so tight around his cock that it was deep purple. I mentioned it and he glanced down and then began a slow stroking.

He wanted me to push back away from the camera. and let him see my skirt or pants. I told him I was in a skirt and then he wanted to see it. I slid the chair backwards until he could see just below my knees. He was panting and nearly out of breath as he asked me to let him see my legs by raising the skirt. I pulled the hem up into my lap and wedged it between my upper thighs. He told me how great my legs were and I told him how great I thought his cock was. He smiled and glowed with satisfaction as he held it up and then cupped his balls and brought them nearer the camera.

I suppose the two of us were a bit like children first playing with each other except that I was in charge and it felt good. I felt that he’d do anything for me and although I would drag it out to lengthen his anticipation I was willing to do almost anything on camera for him. He asked me to see my panties and I smiled and told him that I wasn’t wearing any. I knew he would misunderstand and he choked as he asked if I would take my skirt off. I asked him why and what he expected to see and he told me.

I thought about it and then put my hands to the side zipper and opened it. I deliberately remained seated while I raised my hips by arching my back and I slid the skirt below me and put it on the bed. He brought his face close and reminded me that I told him I wasn’t wearing panties. I smiled and told him that this was a thong. He smiled back and his cock seemed to be feeling better because it surely looked better as he resumed his efforts. I was now entirely nude except for the thong and I felt freedom almost as I thrilled watching him and waiting for his next request. I rubbed my tummy and my thigh as I yearned to proceed lower. My pussy was demanding attention and a lot of it after watching his body, his hands and his eyes. And ready after hearing his voice and his requests.

I could see that he was close to a climax now and I wanted it to be only after he’d seen me naked but with his progress it seemed I might be disappointed. Suddenly he begged me to remove my thong. Breathlessly I asked him if he was certain and he almost screamed “Please?”

I pushed my back against the chair and raised my hips and slid my thong slowly down exposing everything. His response was so dramatic that I brought my hand to my clit and began laboring it in an effort to catch up to him. His breathing and his sweaty body were feverish and the way he stroked himself was enough to get me there just as he screamed my name and I watched him cum again and again. I washed my legs and the chair with my own fluids and had the most exciting climax in my life to that date. I wanted him to hold me and then take me hard and fuck me until I could take no more. I wanted to feel him hammering and pounding away as he slid in and out… and I wanted to taste his cum. All of this in seconds from the moment I lowered my thong.

Now I panicked at what I’d done and I had a wash of embarrassment and guilt as I reached and closed the link. I left the computer and lay on the couch and thought about what I’d just done. It was wrong I was sure to have done it especially with a stranger. But, I felt so good and it felt so good to be wanted and no one knew me or where I was. He’d seen my face but couldn’t have found me if he wanted. I thought long about it, and then I remembered him and what he was doing and imagined what he felt as he saw me. I was certain that he didn’t know this was my first time doing it but I’d told him the truth.

I kept returning to the image I’d seen as he climaxed. His face, body and that beautiful cock and his cum and I was horny again. A few more minutes and I convinced myself I’d done nothing wrong because two people had been satisfied and no one else was involved. My husband didn’t want to see me anymore and didn’t touch me except for instant self-gratification. I had a right to more. I had a right to a decent sex life and I had the need for power over a man’s pleasures.

From the moment I first saw him, I had to be with him. His bright blue eyes. His athletic build. His lock of dirty blond hair that brushed across his brow. I wanted to know how he tasted.

He put his arm around me as we laid in his bed for an afternoon nap. The sun peeked through the small opening in the curtains. His roommate was gone. We were alone for only a few hours. His hand began to softly stroke my upper arm. It slowly drifted across my chest and down to my abdomen. A sigh escaped my lips as my hips pushed back towards him. His hand continued to explore my body over my clothes. The heat from his hand burned through the thin fabric. I wanted him to peel off my clothes and leave his fingerprints imprinted on my bare flesh.

My pussy got wet as his hand reached under my tank top. He propped himself on his other arm as he kissed my neck and pressed his aroused member into the small of my back. My hips responded, gyrating and pressing my ass against him. He gently traced his rough fingertips under the swell of my chest. He moved his hand to cup Maltepe Escort my breast. My erect nipples ached to be pinched and rolled between his long fingers.

He flipped me onto my back and straddled me. His bugling cock pressed against the front of his plaid boxers. I tried to reach for him, but he grabbed my hands. He kissed my fingertips and ran his tongue down the length of my fingers. He placed them in his mouth and sucked on them. My cheeks flushed. He placed my hands over my head and pinned them down into the pillow. He bent over and kissed my neck. He lifted my shirt with his teeth to expose my fleshy mounds. My large rosebuds felt the cool air for a moment before he placed his warm moist lips over one then the other. He alternated between the two, flicking them with his tongue and nipping them with his teeth. I shuttered and closed my eyes. “Yes, it is finally happening,” I thought. My hips continued to grind against his thigh. My white panties were soaked in anticipation. He released my hands.

He reached over to the nightstand İstanbul Escort and grabbed a soda bottle. He poured the dark sweet liquid over my stomach. The tiny bubbles danced across my skin. He lowered his head down to slowly stroke my sticky flesh with his tongue as the liquid slid down the sides of my body.

His hands reached for the button on my jeans. Within seconds, I heard the zipper and closed my eyes as he stripped off my pants. I heard them hit the floor. His hair tickled my stomach as his tongue flicked my belly ring. “Go lower,” I thought, “please go lower.” He slipped his hand into my delicate lace panties and plunged his fingers into my pulsating pink pussy. Hot fluid flowed from my loins. His fingers explored the engorged folds of my flesh as he continued to kiss the curves of my hips and inner thighs. My fingers clawed at the blue sheets, needing to grasp onto something. My hips thrusted to meet his penetrating digits. He lustfully stared into my green eyes as his mouth found my nether mouth. He watched my face Anadolu Yakası Escort as it twisted in pure pleasure as his tongue and hands manipulated my pussy. Moans escaped from my mouth as I continue to pant in ecstasy. My head whipped from side to side. I was mad with the overwhelming sense of desire as he indulged himself.

Hot tingling sensations spread across my body. I held my breath. My skin glistened with sweat as he hungrily fed upon my juices. I wanted his big purple cock to plunge deep inside me and explode in my pussy. But he wouldn’t. He continued to feast upon my body. My hips bucked and my eyes rolled back as multiple waves of orgasmic energy washed over me.

He kissed me. I tasted my nectar on his lips. He smiled. There was nothing to say.

As I rose from the bed and got dressed, I felt his wicked eyes watching me. Tracing the curves of my body with his stare. I could smell the essence of our encounter in the air. I walked to the door without turning around and stopped for a brief moment with my hand on the knob. I heard the metal bedsprings release. Before I could turn around, he was behind me. His hand reached from behind to squeeze my breast. His other hand reached down to rub me between my legs. His embrace trapped me. He nibbled on my ear and whispered, “Come back later. I have more to show you.”

Emma was a lonely woman. She lived in her apartment, apart from society. With no friends or relatives, Emma used to spend long days by herself without much to do except work.

Emma was a religious woman. She would pray every night for a better life, for a message from above that showed her the path to take. She used to go to church, until she was caught masturbating while confessing. Then she had to stop attending for shame, and now her memories haunt her to this day.

Emma was a sexual woman. Even though she blamed herself for being like this, and prayed every night to be changed, she would masturbate often, and dream about big cocks and strong men who would rape her. She was sexually frustrated. A woman, raped in her youth by a man she do not remember anymore, constantly thirsting for someone, but there isn’t anybody there for her.

What a sad woman she was. She had no one to love her or to love. She lived through her days by doing the same boring things and constantly looking down at people through her apartment window, on the second floor of a small, dirty building.

One night, After she had prayed and gone to bed, Emma had a strange dream. She dream with the letter D. The letter appeared before her, imposing and strong.

“I can solve your problems, Emma dear,” the huge D said to her. She tried to touch it but it slipped between her fingers and started to get away from her.

“Stop!” she yelled at it.

“Not quite. You need to catch me. Love can’t be created if pain isn’t involved,” the letter told her, as it drifted farther and farther away.

Emma opened her eyes and found herself sweating a lot, drenching her pajamas. She thought about this absurd dream. At first, she wanted to forget about it, but then she understood. Emma realized that her life was miserable in her current state, and that she wanted to take her life instead of living her stupid existence. She was now dreaming with letters that could solve problems, that was the last straw.

At 4am that morning, Emma walked to a high bridge that was close to her apartment. She approached it trembling, hating herself, but also afraid to die. She stood on the edge ready to jump, when suddenly a group of people was passing by, and she hurriedly got down from the unstable arm rail and back to safety. In their state of drunkenness they did not notice the suicidal woman, but she did notice them. She heard someone mention some Mr D. This called to her attention and thus, like a confused zombie, she followed this group closely as they walked down the road, and listened to their conversation.

“…that’s what she told me, I don’t know. I hear he is some sort of myth. The sexiest man in the city, fucks anyone he wants. Ladies are constantly looking for the guy a willing to pay anything to sleep with him, but I hear that finding him is the hardest part. The guy is a ghost, but Rebecca said she saw him. I think it’s bullshit.”

“Bullshit, ha! Nah bro that shit is real. I’ve heard ’bout him too. That guy’s my idol. They say he’s into some weird shit, man, and that to reach the guy you have to go downtown, to Ledger street. Problem is, that place is fucked up,” said another guy in the group.

“Ledger street?! Yo, you need to really be in a huge need to find that nigga if you are willing Kartal Escort to go there,” said someone else.

“You’re all a bunch of pussies, that’s why you’ll never be like him!” said some girl.

“Shut up hoe!” said one of the men in the group, “and who the fuck are you?” he said turning, noticing Emma who had been following them and closely listening.

“I-I’m sorry I just-” she said.

“Bitch get the fuck out of my face, hoe!” yelled the man, the rest cheering him, and Emma went away hurriedly. The next day, she went to Ledger street.

Even during the day, Ledger street was a nasty place. Prostitution and drugs were the thing there, but usually it was also a place where normal people went to hook up and have some crazy experiences without compromising their social status. Normal couples were seen going into orgies or married men or women had their gay relationships there without fear of being discovered. For some paradise, for some, hell, but Emma now wanted to find D, and nothing more.

She walked down the street and looked about her surroundings. She was afraid to ask the wrong person about D, and thus remained a silent observer for a long while, before she finally decided to go into the most popular place in that street, The Second Circle, to inquire about him.

The place looked like a bar. People were sitting and standing about, and drinking or flirting with whores. Some were sitting at a table, talking to some friends, while underneath you could see someone sucking their dicks off. It was dirty and very loud. Our Emma got close to the bar, where a beautiful, half-naked redhead was serving drinks.

“What’s it gonna be, babe?” said the redhead.

“I’m looking for someone…” replied Emma.

“Bah! Ain’t we all!? Ha, ha! Have a drink first and then you can ask me sweetheart, otherwise go bother someone else.”

“Alright… let me have… w-what do you recommend?”

“The fuck should I know?”

“I’m just not into drinking, so I don’t know what should I have. Beer, I guess?-“

“First time here, babe?” said the redhead, this time a little less roughly, “first-timers are always cute. We ain’t got no beer. Here, drink this,” she said, and gave her a transparent liquid. Emma smelled it, and with a worried face, swallowed it. She felt the cold liquid burn her insides and pump blood directly to her face. She coughed and made stupid noises.

“At least it’s better than cum, eh? Ha, ha, ha!” joyfully laughed the redhead.

“Um, can you tell me now…” Emma said timidly.

“Wait a sec, I gotta serve that ugly fuck over there, and I’ll be back for your question.” Emma waited while the barmaid attended other drunk costumers, and started to feel more at ease. That liquor she was given had some effect on her, and for some reason she felt at peace for the first time in a while. When the redhead returned, she also looked a little more friendly than before.

“Alright babe, you can ask me now but make it quick, ok?” the barmaid said, “My name is Dorothy, by the way. It’s useful to make some friends in this part of town, and you start by learning their names. So, are you looking for a whore? We got some here. Or is it a pimp? You looking for a job?”

“I’m Emma, and no I’m not looking for any of that. Pendik Escort I’m looking for a man known as D, or at least people call him that?” said our heroine. The expression of Dorothy changed a little from relaxed to interested. She started to display an alluring look in her eyes.

“So, the little kitten is looking for some major business? May I ask where did you hear that name, babe?”

“I heard someone on the street…”

“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear!” and Dorothy got closer to Emma, putting her elbows on the bar and her hands on her face, “Tell me Emma, do you like women?”

“I… w-what do you mean?”

“Sexually, do you like women? You know, tits, pussy, that kind of stuff.”

“I’m straight, sorry. But why are you asking me that? I’m just looking for-“

“That’s a shame, you know? A green sprout like ain’t got no chance. Mr D is a myth, babe.”

“He isn’t. I’m sure of that. Thanks for the help,” said Emma with a conviction that was strange on her. She was ready to leave when Dorothy caught her by her hand.

“Listen, the way you are right now, you won’t go far. I can help you,” she let go of Emma’s hand, “come back anytime,” she said with a smile.

“Hey bitch! Bring me my fucking beer, will you!?” was heard from across the bar.

Emma left that wretched place with her head down, and went home. She felt she needed a shower, and after taking a long bath, she went to bed. Again that loneliness. She was sick of it.

Next morning, skipping her job, she was there again, at The Second Circle. In seeing her, Dorothy smiled. She said she had something for her, and grabbed her by the hand and took it to the back of the bar and into a long hallway. The hallway was actually a place to have sex. Emma could see how inside both walls many rooms extended all the way down to the end, each open, with no door, and inside most of them there were couples making love, or in the VIP rooms, orgies taking place. Emma got a little scared, but for some reason, decided to trust Dorothy who was the only living person with whom she had a conversation in years; besides, the day before Dorothy had called herself a ‘friend’.

They walked down the hallway while Emma tried not to see everything that surrounded her. The loud moans that intensified the atmosphere, and the damp air and smell of sweat mixed with all kinds of perfume. Emma tried praying but it didn’t work. She repented for her actions, but it didn’t work. She was here now and she had to deal with this. She and Dorothy got into one of these rooms. Only when inside, Emma noticed how small they were. There was only enough space for a small, round table at the center, and a couple of small sofas to each side of it, and opposite each other. Emma remembered the question Dorothy asked her the day before, and got nervous, but said nothing, as if accepting her fate. She was ready for Dorothy to make a move.

“Be a good girl and wait here, ok?” said Dorothy softly, kissing her cheek with a wet kiss, “I’ll bring you what you want.”

Emma sat in one of the sofas and waited there. The was left alone in the sea of lust. Women could be heard having orgasms all over, and men too. Dirty things were shouted, and a chaos of moans came from all directions at once. Emma Göztepe Escort was going crazy.

About 15 minutes had elapsed when a couple comes into the room. They seemed drunk senseless, and with huge smiles on their faces. They saw Emma here and then looked at each other. They looked disappointed. They came in anyway and sat on the sofa opposite her. They young couple sat there awkwardly waiting for something to happen, while Emma tried her best not to make eye contact with them. After a while the unknown girl spoke.

“Umm, are you some kind of service lady? Are we supposed to hook up or sumthin’?”

“No… I’m just waiting for someone here. Umm, don’t…mind me…” said Emma growing afraid.

“Oh! Ok! We thought… never mind,” said the girl. The couple looked at each other a little happier this time, and again sat there for a while. Not a long time went by, however, when Emma noticed the hand of the girl reach for the guy’s pants. They started to kiss softly. Emma noticed they were starting to relax a little too much. The couple kissed more and more passionately. The girl used both hands and unzipped his pants quickly, while he licked her perspired neck and softly parted the top of her dress and showed her bra. Emma looked away quickly, but curiosity called her eyes back. By the time Emma looked again, the girl had his dick in her mouth and was sucking it with a passion. Eyes closed tight, cheeks sunk in her face, and her hand jerking him off while she slurped and licked her boyfriends penis. Emma felt a rush of adrenaline at seeing this. Flashbacks tried to come to her from her first time, but it was useless. She cared not for those moments, but for this one. She had been masturbating all her adult life, longing for a man’s dick to break her pussy apart, and it never came to her, and now, she was sitting right across this couple, having the sex she so desired. She felt infinite envy, disgust, pleasure, anger, joy, shame; all at the same time. As Emma kept watching, the couple took it a step further. She stopped sucking and kissed his lips. While doing this, the guy spread his legs and sat comfortable in front of Emma, while the girl, after glancing at Emma for a second to check if she was watching, let that cock slide right into her cunt. The girl started riding it while she moaned and called him a beast. She let him lick her nipples and slap her ass, while she jumped up and down on him.

Emma felt a huge need to masturbate, and so she did. She, not caring anymore introduced her hand in her panties and started beating an already wet pussy. She introduced her fingers in and with a back and forth motion, made herself cum while not looking away from the young couple. The guy quickly lifted her girlfriend up, and with a huge moan let all his cum splash on her face.

Panting and laughing, the couple got dressed and went away. Emma was left there. She was a mess. Her panties were drenched and she had lost all strength in her body. For a moment, even forgetting what she was doing in such a place.

She pulled herself together when a black man of high stature came walking down and noticed her there.

“Who’re you?” he asked her.

“I’m Emma, I’m…”

“I didn’t ask you your name, hoe! I mean what the fuck are you doin’ there?”

“I… D-dorothy…”

“Man, look at you. You are a mess. We are closed, bitch, you gotta go.”

“W-wait!”

The man grabbed her and dragged her to the end of the hallway. She was pushed and thrown outside through a door that led to an alley.

To be continued

I responded immediately to the knock, knowing whom it was before I even got to the door. I opened the door and there you stood, wearing a low cut blue shirt, which hugged your shoulders and breasts very nicely, accentuating how nice they are. I take one look up and down, which elicits a snicker from you, and then I invite you in. Just as you’re about to pass me, I stick my arm out, placing a hand on your stomach. I then shut the door behind you and gently press you back against it, reaching around you to lock the door. You snicker again and go to put your arms around my neck, but I catch your arms before you do, and I bring them up over your head and I pin them back against the door. You then lean forward slightly as I come near, longing to lock lips with me. I lean in and oblige you for a moment as my hands slide down your arms slowly, then I slowly slide them over the tops of your breasts and around that smooth curve of them.

My hands stop at the bottom and I slide them over the front of your breasts as I pull away, nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip as I do. I back away from you slowly, and I take a seat on the lone chair in my apartment, then I beckon you over with a finger. As you get close, I stand up and embrace you, pulling you close and kissing you deeply, our tongues probing each other’s mouths as we fit together passionately. I manage to turn you around so your back is to the chair, and I break the kiss with you panting heavily, I then put a finger to your lips and you take it into your mouth and suck on it gently, smiling as you do. I then back you slowly into the chair, then I pull my finger from your mouth. I then sink down to my knees in front of you on the chair. I then reach down and pull your shoes off and toss them aside. I then slide my hands over your ankles, then your calves and slowly up your thighs, I unbutton your pants and pull them down slightly, then I lean up and I kiss you just above your pubic bone, right between there and your belly button, I kiss a line straight across from one side to the other.

Your hands find the back of my head and you begin playing with my hair. I then slide my hands to your hips and I begin pulling your pants down off of you. I toss them aside after I get them to the floor. I then noticed that you have blue panties on, and I slide my hands into the sides of them, and I begin massaging your hips slowly as I kiss slowly around your belly button. I pull my hands out and I slide them up to your shirt, beginning to peel it off of you, but then I stop and smile up at you. I then stand up and take your hands, pulling you to your feet, then I lead you into the bathroom, stopping you just before we get to the shower. I then slide my hands to the bottom of your shirt and I peel it off of you slowly, my hands brushing over your breasts as I do. I then bring my hands back down to your panties and I slide my hands into the sides of them and work them down off your hips and let them drop to the floor.

You then kick them off and turn to face me. I lean down and begin sucking on your breasts, first the left one, as I roll my tongue around your entire breast slowly, working a slow spiral from the base all the way to the Göztepe Escort nipple. Meanwhile you are busy furiously undoing my pants and sliding them and my boxers to the floor. I then put my arms up as you yank my shirt from me. I turn and suck on your right nipple, my tongue playing with your nipple ring as I knead both of your breasts with my hands. One of your hands finds my head and begins playing with my hair. The other hand finds my cock and you begin working your hand on it over and over. I back you slowly into the shower and I reach around and turn the water on.

As I maneuver you into the stream of water coming from the head, drenching your body in the cascading water, I sink down to my knees again and I begin running my tongue over your pussy slowly, eliciting a shiver from you and a slight whimper as I move my tongue to your clit and I begin rolling it around slowly. I move back up on you slowly, running my tongue over you slowly from bottom to top. I then turn you around, to let the water cascade down the front of you, over your breasts, stomach, hips, and thighs as I move up behind you. I slowly slide my cock into your hot, wet pussy and you put your hands on the shower wall. I then grasp your hips and begin to pull you back into me, eliciting a loud moan of pleasure from you as I begin working my cock into you deeper and faster with each second.

As the water pours down over the both of us, I lean in and pull one hand up to your breasts and I begin playing with your nipple ring, and standing you up slowly, wrapping one arm around your hips and the other around your breasts. You respond by putting your arms around my neck, whimpering and moaning for me to go harder and faster. I respond by working my cock into you harder and faster, and rolling my hips a little bit, sending my cock in slight circles inside you as I begin to feel myself swell inside you. I feel your pussy begin to tighten around my cock and I continue to thrust harder and faster into you. I hear you crying out “YES! YES! YES! as I continue to work you over with my cock. I keep myself as balanced as best I can.

By this point my hands are on your breasts, teasing your nipples, ring and all. I hear you moan loudly and then let out a scream and I feel your juices coat my cock, and moments later I finally release into you, cum flowing hard into you and after that I slow down drastically. I then pull myself out of you and I turn the water off, then I lead you out of the shower and quickly through the apartment to my bedroom, where I lay you back on the edge of the bed. I kneel down next to the bed and I lean in over you. I resume slowly lashing you with my tongue, working it over you slowly, laying it flat as I run my wet tongue from bottom to top. I stop for a moment to suck on your clit and roll it around with my tongue.

At the same time, I bring one of my hands up and I begin to slowly work my fingers into you as I suck on your clit a little harder with each second. It doesn’t take long for you to go from whimpering lightly to moaning loudly, throwing your head back and playing with your breasts as I work my tongue over your clit and work my fingers into you, first slowly, İstanbul Escort then faster and harder with each passing second. You tilt your hips up into me and I plunge my fingers and the tip of my tongue into you. I feel you begin to tighten on my fingers again, and I slide my hand up to your mouth and I let you suck on my fingers as you arch forward, then back against my fingers and tongue as they work into you. You bring your legs up around my head and clamp your thighs together, drawing me into you even deeper, my tongue lashing over you faster as my fingers work into you faster and deeper. I manage to pull back from you a bit as I feel your body begin to tremble and your pussy tightens on my fingers. You let out a loud scream and pitch backward as you cum hard, I slowly pull my fingers from you and I quickly find a towel to dry my fingers, as well as you, off.

You sit up, a ravenous look in your eyes and you grab my hand and pull me back to the bed and force me to lie down. I smile as I know what’s coming next and you respond by climbing on top of me and positioning your still wet pussy over my cock, working the tip with the lips of your pussy and just by rocking your hips in slow circles. My hands palm your breasts, but you grab them off and pin them to the bed. I look up at you in a bit of surprise, wondering what you’re about to do. Slowly you sink down on my cock, working my hardness into you, from the tip almost all the way to the hilt. You then begin bouncing, first slowly, then a little faster and harder, arching your back away from me slightly as you do, causing my cock to bend almost painfully as you begin riding me hard, keeping my hands pinned down as you do. I manage to get my head up a little bit and I begin playing with your nipple ring once again with my tongue, flipping it with the point of my tongue, occasionally taking it into my mouth and sucking on it gently. I keep doing this until you begin bouncing on me harder, drawing my cock almost all the way out of you and then slamming back down on it, causing me to grunt loudly and pitch my head back in ecstasy. It doesn’t take long for me to begin building toward another strong cum as you roll your hips around on me faster and harder. I feel your pussy tightening once again, making the mix of pain and pleasure almost unbearable for me as I try to hold off cumming as long as possible.

You begin moaning and crying out again, begging me to cum inside you, telling me you’re about to cum as well. I arch myself back a little bit, working my cock up into you as you continue to ride me. Finally I can’t stand it any longer and, just as you arch backward violently and cum hard on me, I explode into you hard, my cock spewing cum into you. You collapse down onto me and I wrap my arms around you, holding you close to me, the two of us soaked in sweat and breathing heavily as we lie there.

You roll off of me and then reach over and take my hand. I go to roll over and slide between your thighs once, but you stop me and redirect me to your stomach, indicating that you’d like me to stick my cock between your breasts. You squeeze your breasts together with your hands and I slowly slide my cock inside Anadolu Yakası Escort the hole at the base of your breasts and I begin pumping it in and out. You slide your tongue from between your lips and you lick the tip of my cock as I poke it through your breasts. I play with your nipples, and your nipple ring again with my fingers as I work my cock in and out between your breasts and I feel you finally take the head of my cock in your mouth as I slide it in there. You work your tongue over the tip as I work it back and forth into you. It doesn’t take long, with me still being hot as hell, for me to cum forcefully, spewing forth into you.

Afterward, I slowly roll off of you and I lay next to you, placing an arm around you as you turn your back to me and intertwine your fingers with mine as my hand rests on your stomach. The two of us, tired out, decide to take a long, well-deserved nap…

When I awaken, I find you lying on your stomach, face turned away from me. I slide over really close to you and I kiss and suck on your neck gently for a few moments, eliciting a sigh and a snicker, along with a smile as you awaken. By the time you turn to see me face to face, I have already slid behind you and I’ve pulled your hips up and slid over top of your ass, and I begin running my cock along your ass slowly, possibly getting ready to put my cock in it. But then I slide down a little bit and I slowly run the head of my cock over your pussy slowly, making you all moist almost right away. I play with your clit with the head of my cock, rubbing it hard against your clit and then I begin slowly working my cock into you, sliding the head in. I stop after a moment and I then grasp your hips and I pull you back into me hard, plunging my cock all the way into you up to the hilt. This causes you to reach up and grasp the headboard, digging your nails into it as I begin working my cock in and out of you hard and fast, our skin slapping together hard as we slam together, my cock working into you as deep as I can go. I lean down and begin kissing and sucking the back of your neck, then slowly running my tongue down your spine as I keep working into you harder and faster.

I hear you moaning loudly, almost to the point of screaming, as I put you through fits of ecstasy with my cock working circles, ravaging your insides as I keep pounding away on you. My hands are now on your ass, massaging it gently and using it to pull you back into me. I then begin spanking you, my hand creating a sharp smack on your ass, causing you to cry out sharply. I then slide one hand to your mouth, letting you suck on my fingers while I ride your pussy harder and harder, now drawing it from top to bottom and bottom to top with each thrust into you. I feel you begin to quiver within and tighten on my cock as I begin to swell, my cock filling with cum. I close my eyes, grunting as I keep pace. By this time I’ve stopped spanking you and my hands are on your breasts, cupping around them and pulling you back into me with them. Finally I can hold it no longer and I feel you tighten around my cock to the point that it really hurts, and I explode inside you with one last, deep thrust, and as I hold it there, I feel you finally cum hard, collapsing onto the bed. I pull out of you and I do the same shortly thereafter, laying down next to you and putting my arm around your waist, massaging your hip with my fingers as we both lay there, enjoying looking into each other’s eyes…

She sat on the manicured lawn across from me. Only a red plaid blanket between us. Her name was Barb and she lived just down the street. We had met a few years back at a block party hosted by Barb and her then husband Jim. He left her just last year, no fault of mine, with one kid and a hefty mortgage. Luckily for her, she had a decent job as a book keeper for an oil company to make ends meet. Kris, my fiancé at the time, and I had become close friends with Jim and Barb and life seemed rather smooth back then. But call it what you will, fate had other plans. That first year Kris and I would regularly host a poker night inviting four other couples in the neighborhood. This all ended when a car accident took Kris away from me. Timing they say is everything. Who knows why things happen the way they do but they do and there’s no going back. For the next couple of years to help me through the grieving, Jim and Barb would have me over for dinner and afterwards a round of cards. I must say it helped. When I got the news that Jim had filed for divorce I was stunned. To help out, when Barb wasn’t home, I would mow their grass and in the winter shovel snow. About six months ago Barb called asking if I would like to join her for dinner and cards. I went. Over a fabulous meal we talked. Past and present. Over cards we talked. Future plans. For hours. This became our weekly ritual. So I wasn’t surprised when she called asking me to come over. Unbeknownst to me tonight she was prepared to spice things up a bit. It was the heat of summer. 4th of July had past and it was halfway to August. Looking back now I should have noticed the slight changes. The way her new hairdo bounced as she swung open the door. The devilish grin that came across her face as she looked me up and down moments before she jumped into my arms hugging me tight. “Come in, come in.” She called. Too long out of the game I suppose, or just stupid. The flash of her pearly white teeth and the sparkle in her eyes should have given me clues but hey who says men are the smarter sex. Not I.

She was dressed in tight hip hugging blue jean shorts cut high and a sleeveless floral print cotton shirt. The strap of her red brasserie showing. As she turned leading me into the kitchen I felt a twinge in my loins. Honestly I have never up to this point had a sexual thought about Barb. Not because she wasn’t hot. Oh no, she was hot. Smoking hot at 5’7″, 118 pounds. Auburn hair and hazel green eyes. I guess it had just been our circumstances. Like I said before timing is everything. At that very moment I would have followed those long tanned legs anywhere. She led me to the back patio where I could smell the steaks searing on the grill. She bent over at the waist to grab two beers out of the cooler and I couldn’t help but notice her beautiful apple shaped butt. She caught me staring as she stood up. Handing me a beer, her sparkling eyes gazing deep into my soul. “This just might be the perfect evening.”

The back yard fanned out to the west where just beyond the property line lie the green belt.

The sun still an hour away from setting hung over the Rocky Mountains.

Trees bordered both sides providing a fence less barrier.

As we sat sipping the last of our beer, dinner now a memory, Barb revealed more of her plan with me.

“You up for a game of cards?” her voice holding on to the word game perhaps a second longer.

“Sure.” I responded while my mind processed her last question.

“What do you say we change things up a bit?”

“Like Pinochle, Rummy…?”

She flashed a smile. “I was thinking more on the lines of poker. Perhaps Anadolu Yakası Escort strip poker?”

“Uh…?” I was caught totally off guard.

“Unless you’re afraid.” she taunted flashing her teeth again.

The lightbulb finally went off in my head.

“No…uh I mean yes…uh I mean no I’m not afraid and yes I’ll play. Just caught me by surprise is all. seems so… Hmm.. How should I say it…unlike you.” he smiled back.

“That’s just the beginning.” she said bringing out two large wooden bowls.

Handing me one she announced, “this one’s for you.”

At the bottom of the bowl were folded strips of paper. ‘She’s been preparing this for some time.’ I considered.

“May I?” I asked before reaching in to grab one of the strips.

I could see her tense momentarily, “Sure.”

Hesitating I said, “You don’t seem to sure.”

“Nope I’m ready to see what this night may bring.”

Still a little confused I dove in. There were perhaps ten folded strips inside and as I fished out one I was stunned by the words written on them.

“Whoa. You really want me to do this?”

She smiled wryly, “I do after you have lost all your clothes.”

“But what if I win?”

She handed me the other bowl.

Taking one I read it aloud.

I will tie you to the nearest tree and give you a hand job.

My cock strained to be released as I looked out at a tall slender maple.

I had to pinch myself to see if this was only a dream. “Uh…really?”

“Uh…yes.” she smiled back. “I have wanted you for some time now and since you aren’t going to make the first move I guess I’d better before they put me in a rest home.”

“You’re serious?” I asked again.

“You gonna talk or play?” as she handed me a blue deck of playing cards.

I couldn’t quit thinking about the first piece of paper in read.

You will eat my pussy on the tailgate of your truck.

After 5 hands I had her down to just her panties and bra. ‘Things are looking good for me.’ I chuckled, having only taken off my shoes and socks.

But the next three hands went to Barb. Now I’m sitting with a stiff tent pole in my underwear.

“What are you going to tie me up with?” I sneered.

Laughing it off she mocked, “Your cock if you don’t watch it.”

I was starting to like this Barb. Staring at her perky tits pressed tight in her red pushup bra.

“I can’t wait to feel that tongue of yours.” trying to throw off my concentration.

No such luck. The next hand went to me. I was sure she was going to lose the bra but to my surprise she stood up giving me a better look at her hour glass shape. Pulling on the side ties her red laced panties dropped to her feet. Trimmed neatly, her auburn colored tuft sat perfectly above her swollen vulva. Her inner lips protruding slightly. It was nothing short of perfection.

Winning a hand job had just been surpassed by a chance to tongue fuck this gorgeous specimen of a pussy.

I watched it disappear as she sat back down.

It was a little after one in the morning when we snuck out the side door of the garage. Lucky for me I had backed in on her driveway. I guess to make a quick getaway in case things didn’t work out. God I was excited as we crept along behind her heading out towards the front. Unlike most neighborhoods the houses weren’t side by side. There was a little space between them. Perhaps fifty feet. Barb giggled while the tailgate screeched as it was lowered. Like Tigger from Winnie the Poo, she sprung from the ground twisting in midair to land quietly. Her long firm legs dangling over the edge. She Pendik Escort held out her arms silently requesting a hug. I conceded.

As her arms and legs encircled me she leaned into my ear and whispered, “You can just fuck me if you’d rather.”

I turned, our faces held within an inch of the other and kissed her. Full on the lips. Then directing her with my touch to lay back I sucked and squeezed on her magnificent globes. Her hands pressing my head into them. I nibbled and licked on her pencil sized nipples as my hands massaged them.

Releasing my head from her grasp I ran my tongue down to her belly button. It was an innie. My hands slid down to her knees pushing them apart. Barb helped by placing her feet on either side of my broad shoulders. My full attention was now that pussy. Especially those inner lips, which were now opening as a morning flower wakes with the dawn glistening with fresh dew.

I lowered my face to get a closeup of such beauty. As I gaze across her reddish tuft I could see her breasts rise as her hands ran freely across them. I watched to see her response as I lightly flicked my tongue across her lips lapping at the nectar. Like a waltz I followed my partners lead as her gyrations led me up one side and down the other until it was circling her clitoris. Her feet pressed down on my shoulders, her tight butt lifting. “Stick it in.” she called and my tongue pierced into her tasty darkness. I curled it inward to stroke the backside of her clit sending her into erotic spasms. As she came her hands firmly pressed the back of my head. With my nose tight against her swollen clit and my tongue buried deep her lips stretched across my cheeks. I thought for an instant I was going to disappear into her abyss.

As her spasms subsided I lifted her limp legs from off my shoulders and carried her back into the house. On the couch I handed her a glass of water as she regained her energy. “Man that felt good. It makes me wonder why I waited for so long.” I just smiled.

Her eyes sparkled, “You ready to play the next hand?”

“Next hand, I figured you were done for the night.”

“Hell no, I’m just getting started.” she sassed picking up the deck of cards. “Draw from your bowl.”

Reaching in, I pulled another strip, reading it aloud. “You will let me…Hell no…”

Barb rolled her eyes. “C’mon what does it say?”

I will let you spank me.I moaned.

“Sounds fun.” you could see her enjoying the moment.

I was really hoping for a hand job but the next hand was not in my favor.

“Oh dear, look who won.” Barb giggled.

I pleaded. “You really going to do this?”

“Lets go to the kitchen and I will let you know.”

Timidly I walked into the kitchen my semi hard cock pointing the way.

Barb’s voice ordered, “Lean across the island.”

The granite was cold against my chest and abs. My dwindling cock rubbed the underside of the slab countertop.

“Mmm what a nice tight ass you have.” she cooed moments before I heard the first crack followed closely by a oddly pleasurable stinging heat across the middle of my butt.

“Wow!” I hollered turning my head back to see Barb staring at my ass. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Did it hurt?” she asked but before I could answer, “Just one more!” she begged. “That was fantastic.” Her fingers lightly touching the spot she had just slapped.

I held onto the edge of the granite as I again heard the sharp crack followed by the stinging heat.

“Okay, okay. Let’s try something new.” I proposed.

As we walked back to the couch she said, “I hope you get to spank me sometime. Kurtköy Escort That was an incredible feeling.”

It was a little tender as I sat back down pulling another strip from the bowl.

I hacked as I read.Masturbate for me into a wine glass.”You thought up all these?” I questioned.

She smiled. “I have always wanted to watch a man masturbate. Knowing he’s doing it for me.”

“Deal ’em in.”

Looking at my hand I was sure I had won. “Ha, three of a kind.”

Slowly she placed her cards one by one in front of me. “Full house.”

“Arrrggghh. this ain’t fair.”

“Life isn’t fair but c’mon I’ll help make it better.”

Taking my hand she led me out to the maple tree in her backyard. A large length of rope lay at its base.

I whined. “No, you won. go get the wineglass.”

“Stay right here.” she teased. “I’ll be right back.” My cock stiffening as I watched her bare ass run back to the house.

By the time she got back, which was only seconds later, my cock was pointing up at the stars.

She sat up a lawn chair a few feet away holding the wineglass out like a debutant as I started to stroke my hard shaft.

“Lean back and give me your hands.” came the order as she jumped up from the chair.

“Why?” I asked. “I lost.”

“Let’s call it two for one.”

Not wanting to question, I did as I was told and soon she had my hands tied firmly around the maple.

“You look like you’re ready for some action.” as she pulled my cock down then letting it spring back toward the sky.

Kneeling, she spat into her hand and began stroking my rock hard erection. Twisting and tugging slowly up and down the shaft. Building the tempo.

Her eyes never leaving the mushroom shaped head which was now beginning to ooze. She squeezed a large sticky droplet onto her fingertip then drawing it to her outstretched tongue.

“Mmmm.” she resumed her stroking as now the clear liquid flowed with every pull.

My breathing changed and she noticed. “Hey stud, you getting ready?”

“Uh huh.” I groaned as she quickened her pace.

“Shoot for me baby, I want to see your white cream gush out.”

I was almost there when I saw Barb’s other hand hold up a wine glass and at the same time look directly into my soul with those beautiful hazel green eyes.

That was all it took. Before she had the chance to stick the head of my cock into the glass I erupted. The first white stream ricocheted off the side of the glass splashing its warm seed across her chin and neck.

Startled she laughed. “Yikes!” Pulling my shaft down so that the remainder of my cum squirted into the glass.

“Dang baby, Looks like you haven’t cum in forever.” as she milked.

“Ooo that felt so….Uuunngghh” the words hung on my tongue as her lips surrounded my semi hard rod sucking ferociously at what little seed was left residing in the shaft.

“Can’t let any go to waste.” Barb grinned.

I gasped and through sex blurred vision I could see my splooge streaked like paint on her chin. “Uh I think you still have some…”

“Oops, can’t forget that.” grabbing my cock roughly she wiped the beautiful mess that first blast had created, finishing by devouring the dripping head, her tongue lapping at my balls.

“Uuuunnnggghh.” I moaned again.

I was spent. My legs wobbly as my back pressed against the maple. The top of Barb’s head just reached my chin as she stood to see if their was any life left in my blue eyes. “What should we do with this?” holding up the half full wineglass.

Exhausted I uttered, “whatever you want babe, whatever you want.”

She pondered only a second before tipping it up and I watched s she chugged it down her throat.

“Delicious.” she ran her tongue across her lips then raised up on her tip toes, kissing me firmly on the lips before sliding her tongue across to meet mine.

Chapter I

Sam saw the light turning red as he made a gentle right turn into the driveway of the Conference Center. He found a parking spot halfway down the row, and eased into the spot, taking care not to get too close to the van parked awkwardly in the spot to his right. He shook his head at the careless manner in which the van was parked, and got out. Grabbing his briefcase, he made his way to the entrance, and soon found himself looking into the bright, smiling face of the young girl at the registration desk. He gave his name, and thanked the girl as she smartly handed him his registration package, and directed him to the rooms where the technical sessions had already begun.

Sam saw the rows of partitions in the large open space to his right as he turned the corner, looking for the lecture hall where an important session was being held. These were the poster boards, which were used by researchers to display their technical work. As the vice president of the technology marketing group for his company, he was responsible for keeping abreast of the developments being presented at the conference. Sam always looked forward to these meetings, because he not only could keep track of his competitors, but also got the chance to meet many young people starting out in the technology development business. There were many young faculty members from various universities who presented their work at this meeting, which was funded by various federal programs.

The room he was looking for was at the end of the hallway. As he approached the room, he caught a glimpse of a young woman standing near one of the poster presentations. She was talking to a couple of people, obviously explaining her project. She had a slightly high-pitched voice, not the annoying kind, but with a slight metallic quality. Sam quickly looked at her, and noted with a smile that she had a rather nice figure, which was concealed by her business suit attire. She had her hair in a pony tail, and had full, red lips. She was about medium height, with long, shapely legs.

Sam briefly nodded to her as she looked in his direction, and gave a polite smile. He opened the door to the lecture room, and stepped in, closing the door carefully behind him. The speaker was wrapping up his presentation, and as Sam adjusted to the dark room, someone behind him turned on the lights, just as the speaker concluded his remarks. Sam found a couple of empty chairs in the last row, and sat down in one of them. He listened absent-mindedly to the discussion, as he flipped through the program to see who the next speaker was. He glanced at his watch, and noted that the session was quite on time. He nodded his head in approval.

He looked around, to see if he recognized any of the people in the audience. There were a few of his friends sitting way ahead near the front. As he adjusted himself in his chair, he heard a soft voice behind him.

“Is this chair taken?”

Sam recognized the voice of the woman he had passed earlier in the hallway. He turned and looked at her. She had taken off her jacket, revealing a nice figure. Sam smiled and half arose in his chair.

“No. No one is sitting here. Please sit down.”

The woman thanked him and bent forward to put down her briefcase, giving him a brief view of her cleavage through the open neck of her blouse. She slid into the chair, and turned to him. Offering her hand, she said in a pleasant voice, “Hi. I am Sandra Richards.”

“I am Sam Mahlinger,” Sam replied, “Pleased to meet you.”

Sandra nodded in acknowledgment, and asked, “What do you do, Sam?”

“I am the vice president of marketing for Falconcrest Industries. And you?”

“Oh, I am just a lowly assistant professor at the Silver Springs University in Washington.”

“Why the self-dismissal? Don’t you like teaching?”

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. You are a big corporate executive, and compared to that I am only a junior faculty member.”

“So what? I am sure what you do is very important.”

“I think so. But it is so hard and so frustrating to convince all the establishment people that university faculty do know something about applied research, and we should be properly funded.”

“Well, that’s interesting. I take it you don’t have a lot of funding.”

“No. I am just starting out. I got some money from the government, and the department helped out a little. But I need more money to prove the concept I am working on, so that I can get more grants. What is your interest in this conference, Sam?”

Before Sam could reply, the session chairman announced the next speaker, and the lights dimmed. Sam said to her in a low voice, “Listen, I am not really interested in this speaker. If you like, we could sit down over coffee and talk about your work. I will tell you why I am here.”

“Sounds great. Let’s go.”

They got up, and quietly left the room. They found a secluded table in the corner of the restaurant that was located on the same floor. Sam ordered two coffees, Anadolu Yakası Escort and turned to her. Sandra took off the band that kept her hair in the pony tail and shook her head. Sam watched as her cascading, long, black hair that draped around her shoulders. He saw her breasts jiggle slightly as she shook her head. When he looked at her face, he saw her watching him. She smiled at him, showing a row of bright white teeth. She was beautiful, Sam concluded, almost too beautiful to be a junior faculty member at some nondescript university. She looked quite intelligent, and sure had a very pleasant personality.

“So, what brings you to this conference, Sam?”

“Well, we are in the business of developing and marketing advanced technologies. We have a group of scientists who work on various projects, and develop new things. My job is to do the marketing assessment of what they do, and make sure we are not wasting money on dead-end projects. It is very hard to come by R&D dollars these days, you know.”

“You are telling me,” Sandra replied, smiling. “I was talking to those two Japanese participants earlier when you saw me. They are interested in my work, but don’t want to fund me to do more research. It is so frustrating.”

“Now hold on, Sandra. Tell me what research you are doing. But before that, let me show you what our company is involved in.”

He turned and picked up his briefcase, and pulled out a brochure. He gave it to Sandra, and watched her face as she eagerly looked through it. He saw her eyes light up, as she came to one page.

Sandra looked up at him, and asked, barely trying to conceal her excitement, “I didn’t know you guys do process simulation. That is my area of expertise. I worked on simulation of industrial manufacturing processes for my Ph.D. work. Oh, I am so glad I met you. Do you think your company might be able to give me some money for research.”

“I don’t know. You have to tell me what exactly you do.”

“Okay. Let’s finish this coffee, and go to my poster. I will show you my recent work.”

They went back to her poster, and Sandra launched into a detailed explanation of her research. Sam listened attentively, his eyes focused on her animated face. Occasionally he would glance at her breasts as they moved with her rapid breathing. He realized that this woman was not only quite smart, but was working in a particular area of critical interest for his company. The scientists at Falconcrest were stumped by a peculiar problem in their work, and were unable to figure out why some of their experiments were failing to give reproducible results. He looked carefully at Sandra’s data, and had a feeling that she might be able to help his group.

Sandra stopped talking, and took a deep breath.

“So what do you think?”

Sam smiled, and said, “Very interesting. You are a smart lady, Sandra. Beautiful and smart. A potent combination, one that I admire tremendously.”

Sandra blushed several shades of red. “Thank you, Sam. Do you think you can help me?”

“It’s possible. I have to learn more about your work. I realize this is a brief summary of what you have done. I think we should talk in greater detail. What are you doing for dinner?”

“I have no plans.”

“Then please join me for dinner. Any particular choice?”

“Not really. How about you?”

“I am vegetarian. So I have to be more picky. You don’t mind vegetarian food, do you?”

“Not at all. I could use some healthy food. I have to watch my calories.”

“Oh, don’t worry. They are all going to all the right places,” Sam said, giving her a slow, appreciative glance.

Sandra blushed again.

“Thanks. You are in good shape also. Do you work out?”

“Goodness, no. I hate exercise.”

“Then how do you keep so fit?”

“I do yoga.”

“Oh.”

“I religiously do my exercises every morning. It’s the most inexpensive way to keep fit. No fancy, expensive equipment is needed. Just a commitment and a regular schedule.”

“I have wanted to learn yoga for along time. I read some books on it.”

“Forget the books. You can’t learn properly from books. You have to have a good teacher.”

“Well, that’s the problem. I have heard many of these so-called gurus don’t really teach properly.”

“Yes, especially the western teachers who try to make it into a popular exercise and fitness regime. They have badly distorted the tradition and purpose of yoga. The postures are merely one of the eight aspects of yoga. In the west, it has been distorted into a commercial industry, and all the beneficial potencies are lost.”

“How do you know so much about it?”

“Well, Yoga is the ancient tradition of India.”

“I know that. Are you Indian? Your name is not.”

“Well, I modified it slightly for the poor Americans who can’t pronounce my real name.”

“What is your real name, Sam?”

“Shyam Mahalingam.”

“That is hard to pronounce.”

“No, it is not. It is very phonetic. It’s not Bostancı Escort all that difficult. But most Americans I have met are simply too lazy to try.”

“Ooops! Now I have to prove to you that I am not one of them. Which means I have to try and say your real name correctly.”

Sam laughed. “It’s all right. I have gotten used to the American name. It’s not all that different anyway. That is why I chose it.”

Sandra laughed, and said, “Thanks for letting me off the hook, Sam. So anyway, what were we talking about? Yes, yoga. How am I going to find an authentic teacher?”

“I admit it is not easy, but not impossible. I could give you some names and phone numbers of authentic Indian teachers, who are faithful to the ancient traditions.”

“Great. So what’s next?”

Sam looked at his watch. It was already 5 p.m.

“Where are you staying?”

“At the Marriott. And you?”

“Don’t know. I just drove in this afternoon.”

“Then why don’t you try the Marriott? I don’t think they are full. That way, we can spend more time discussing my work.”

“Okay. If you are done here, let’s go. I need to shower and change. Then we can find a nice place to eat. Do you have a car?”

“No. Our project travel budget is limited. I rode with some other people this morning.”

“Then come on. I have a car. You can navigate and tell me about yourself.”

They left the conference hall, and walked out to the parking lot. Sandra directed him to the hotel that was about five miles from the conference place. After he had checked in, he grabbed his bags from the car, and joined her at the elevator.

“Which floor are you on?” Sandra asked him.

“Seventh. Room 718. How about you?”

“Room 720. We have adjacent rooms.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you might not want to be that close to me.”

“Why? Are you planning to seduce me?”

“The thought has crossed my mind,” Sam said, laughing.

“Oh, really?” Sandra looked squarely at him. “I take it as a compliment.”

“It is intended to be. You are quite a gal, Sandra.”

“Just to warn you, I am married.”

“That figures. Gorgeous women like you are always tied up with someone else. Well, here we are. Give me about 30 minutes. I’ll knock on your door when I am ready.”

“Okay.”

Sandra fiddled with her room key, as Sam walked past her to the next room, which was separated from her room by a janitor’s closet. She watched his back, thinking about his mildly flirtatious comments. She waved to him as he opened his door and stepped in. Sandra closed the door of her room behind her and kicked off her shoes. She was mildly excited by the possibility that Sam’s company might be able to give her some research money. She wanted to make sure that she kept his interest in her at a high level. She had not detected any overtly amorous moves or intentions from him, and she felt confident that his interest was purely professional. She took off her jacket and blouse, and unzipped her skirt. She stepped out of it, and walked into the bathroom in her undergarments. She looked in the mirror at her figure, and smiled. She knew Sam had been looking at her breasts, which were quite firm and full. She removed her bra and started rolling off her panty hose, watching herself in the mirror as her breasts jiggled with her movements. She found her nipples hardening as she stripped. She ran her palms over them, gently squeezing her flesh, and pressing her hands over her flat belly. She looked at the dark bush at the juncture of her long, shapely legs, and fanned the hair with her fingers. With a deep sigh, she turned to start the shower, and stepped in.

As the water from the shower hit her face and neck, she stepped back, letting the water flow over her shoulders and breasts. Her nipples hardened further as the sharp jets impinged on them. Stepping back even further, she allowed the jets to hit her pubic mound, reaching for the bar of soap. She soaped herself vigorously, unconsciously rubbing the bar between her legs. A thick lather formed in her hands, and she scrubbed herself thoroughly between the legs. The warmth of the water, and the massage from her hand caused an immediate reaction from her body. Sandra moaned softly as she felt her excitement rising and her hands started rubbing the soft and sensitive flesh between the legs with increased urgency. In a few minutes, she was on the brink of orgasm, and she cried out when a sharp shudder shook her whole body from head to toe. She could feel the contractions as she slowly slid down into the tub, moaning with pleasure, and rubbing her inflamed flesh. She could feel the slippery fluid on her fingers. She brought them to her nose. The unmistakable smell of her aroused passion made her shudder once more. She stayed in the crouching position for several minutes, tightly clutching her hand between her legs. Finally she got up slowly, and rinsed herself off.

Stepping out of the shower, she pulled off Erenköy Escort a towel to dry herself.

“Wow! That was something,” she thought to herself, wondering why she suddenly felt so horny during the shower. She walked out of the bathroom, scrubbing her wet hair, and opened her suitcase to pick the clothes for the evening.

“I don’t know what you have in mind, Sam,” she said to herself, “but somehow I have a feeling that we’ll end up in bed before this conference is over.” She realized that she liked Sam, and was somewhat attracted to him. She thought of Ken, her husband, and wondered what he might say if she told him about her orgasm in the shower. She knew he would be turned on. Smiling, she pulled out a dress that barely reached her knees, and took out a black slip to wear under it. The dress was dark green, with built-in supports for the breasts, and was open at the shoulders. Sandra realized that the dress would invite even more attention from Sam who had not bothered to conceal his attraction to her charms earlier, even with her conservative business suit.

She recalled a momentous evening several months ago, when she and Ken had been invited to his boss’ home for a party. Ken’s boss had taken an immediate liking to her, and had openly flirted with her. Ken seemed not to mind, and later as they were driving home, he had confessed that he had been terribly turned on by the whole thing. They had made furious love that night, and Ken had confessed to her that he was open to such intimate relationships outside of their marriage, as long as they told each other about it.

She sat down to apply makeup to her face, taking extra care to liberally apply perfume to her breasts, armpits and crotch. She applied the soft, talcum powder to her cleavage, and inner thighs, and selected a deep red shade of lipstick for her lips. She took out the peal necklace to wear over her emerald-green dress. Satisfied, she stood up and looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror. She pinched her erect nipples, and sighed. Touching herself between the legs, she pleasantly discovered that she was wet. She knew this evening was going to be momentous. Then, turning to the clothes she had picked out, she began dressing. Pulling the slip over her head, Sandra wondered if she might let Sam flirt with her. She pulled on her panty, and slipped the dress over her head, reaching behind her back to button it. She watched her breasts thrust forward as she fumbled with the buttons in her back, and smiled with satisfaction that her ample cleavage was readily visible. She felt horny in that moment, and decided that she would not discourage any moves from Sam if he felt so inclined.

In his room, Sam was thinking about the young professor. He knew she had a terrific body, even though her format attire did a decent job of hiding her attributes. He had an eye for such things. He had also detected a mild response from her to his suggestive remarks. As he scrubbed himself vigorously in the shower, he found himself getting hard. He looked down at his throbbing organ, and smiled.

“Well, buddy. Let’s see if you will have any luck tonight,” he said to his arousal, and gently squeezed the shaft in his hands.

He closed his eyes as the pleasing sensations ran up his spine. He continued to squeeze the shaft with one hand, playing with the glistening, purple tip with the fingers of his other hand. He traced the sensitive ridge around the head, almost scrubbing it as if to wash the bulbous tip. His organ twitched sharply upward as the pleasure in his loins caused a stirring in his sacs. He did not want to spend himself, and so reluctantly he let go, patting his organ as it slowly subsided. Getting out of the shower, he dried himself, and walked out of the bathroom.

He combed his hair, and sprayed his favorite cologne on his body, taking particular care to spray his chest, belly and crotch. He winced when some of the cologne splashed on his organ, causing a stinging sensation. He pulled on his jockey underwear and adjusted his crotch. He liked this particular brand of underwear, as it afforded a very quick and easy access to his manhood through the horizontal panel in the front instead of the standard vertical panel. Many a time he had found his organ slipping out from this panel when he was aroused, often causing an embarrassing bulge in the pants as the tip of the penis broke free of the confinement. But he still liked this brand, since it kept him in a state of semi-arousal because of the friction on the tip caused by the design of the overlapping panels.

Sam took a final look in the mirror as he finished dressing, and slipped his feet into the loafers. Grabbing his wallet and room key, he stepped out, and walked the few steps to Sandra’s room. He knocked gently. Sandra called out that she was almost ready. He nodded to himself, as he turned and started walking down the hallway. He heard the door open, and turned around.

“I’m almost done, Sam. Would you like to come in?”

Sam raised his eyebrows, and said to himself, “Well, well, well. This is beginning to look promising.”

Loudly, he said, “Sure, if you are okay with it.”

“Yes, I am. I am well covered. Come in. I just have to finish the makeup. You know how it is.”

Shelley had done all her research. She knew exactly which Mini Cooper she wanted. The day finally arrived – she was going to the dealer and buying the car of her dreams. Her dad offered to go with her but she decided to do this on her own. “Remember not to take the first offer they give you” her dad told her. “The salesman always have a profit margin to play with – make sure you use your best negotiating skills and get a good deal”. Shelley was not a big fan of haggling but heeded her dad’s advice and decided to play the “game” a little with her car salesman.

She was a bottle blonde with sky blue eyes – she didn’t have a problem getting the opposite sex’s attention. The ass-gods had truly smiled upon her and was probably her best attribute. Her firm b-cup tits also didn’t hurt. In short she was most mens walking wet dream! She was a token blonde bimbo but seeing as she was a post grad student she proudly wore the label knowing she was a smarty.

She was pondering what to wear. She wanted to look the part of a blonde bombshell in her new Cooper. She finally settled on a pink satin CK thong – the back was lace and the edges were white. The matching bra really amplified her cleavage. It was her favourite set for special occasions. She wore a denim mini skirt. It was shorter than what any good girl would wear and finished her outfit off with a white low cut Guess t-shirt.

Floating into the dealership she quickly had the attention of three different salesman.

“Now now boys, I am the new car sales representative. I will be assisting the lady with her purchase” a man in his early forties groaned.

His voice was husky and he almost sounded like a male lion growling a warning to the rest of the males in his pride to back of his harem. Shelley spun around to look the man in the eyes.

“Hi, my name is Vince, how my I assist you” he introduced himself. Vince was soft on the eyes, not as buff as they guys Shelley is normally attracted to she thought to herself, but she always had a thing for older men.

Shelley could feel Vince sizing her up. She was used to men eyeing her and immediately knew she would have the upper hand in the negotiations.

“What type of ride could I help you with?” Vince winked at Shelley. She was not oblivious to the pun.

“I am interested in a white John Works Mini Cooper S with all the trimmings” she replied while noticing Vince staring at her cleavage.

Vince was slightly taken aback by this pretty little things knowledge of vehicles but excitedly ushered her to a car similar to the one she wanted. Whilst showing her the interior of the car Shelley skirt rode up revealing her shapely thigh toned from years of school sports and more recently spinning. Vince took his chance when reaching to explain the cooling mechanism in the glove box. He brushed Şerifali Escort his hand over her thigh. He was holding his breath whilst waiting for her reaction. In fact he thought she actually spread her legs a little while his arm lingered in front of her.

Shelley on the other hand didn’t mind this little infraction. In fact it had been a while since she had a steady boyfriend and enjoyed the sensation of a man’s touch on her skin. Additionally she knew this would help her in the price negotiations.

When Shelley didn’t object, it made him more daring. Vince stretched across Shelley to explain the functionality of the automatic seatbelt adjuster. In the process he grazed her breasts and was able to sneak a glimpse of her pink bra. Shelley pressed her breasts back against his arm. It had been a while since a lady, and such a sexy one to boot, flirted so openly with him. He immediately felt the beginning of an erection and started shifting a little uncomfortably in order not to make his hard-on not to obvious. Shelley was really starting to enjoy the game. She loved the way Vince smelled – she recognised it as English Leather cologne or perhaps she was confusing it with the new leather seats smell but she could feel her nipples were stiffening with his touch.

“I would love to take this baby for a spin” Shelley said. “Would love to hear, see and feel her perform if we press all the right buttons” whilst shooting a naughty smile at Vince.

Vince knew just the spot. He directed Shelley and they drove to a secluded strip of road about 10km out of town. Shelley was really enjoying the ride. The power and responsiveness of the car mixed with the thought of what was to happen next was really turning her on. She could feel herself getting wet with anticipation. She thought the car was actually starting to smell of sex.

After putting the car through its paces they decided to take a breather and pulled over below a Jacaranda tree. Shelley leaned over the bonnet giving Vince a great view of her boobs.

“So what price would a girl have to pay in order to get all these extras?” At this point Vince was mesmerised by her and would have almost given her the car if she just asked.

“Well, I have made target for this month already so I will make a plan and upgrade you at the same price as a standard Cooper”.

“Really – thank you so much!” She exclaimed as she ran around to him. She gave him a peck on the cheek and tight hug. She knew she had succeeded in what she set out to do.

The whole day had gotten her so revved up and she knew she could not leave good old Vince just poking her with his erection during their hug.

With one hand she grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his mouth onto hers – there was no objection from his side. With her other hand she gently İstanbul Escort started to massage his penis through his trousers.

Vince could not believe the day he was having. Selling another car and making out with this absolute mega babe. Perhaps it was true what they say about the naughty forties. He surely didn’t mind making out with a girl almost half his age.

“Undo your belt and drop your pants” Shelley commanded as she went down on her knees. He didn’t waste any time and obeyed blindly. Shelley wasted no time taking his six inches into her mouth. His cock was rock hard and glistening with pre-cum. She slowly started working the head of his penis. Gathering mouthfuls of spit to lubricate his entire shaft. She gently massaged his balls with her left hand and her right hand was rhythmically stroking his penis in unison with her mouth. Vince thought he had died and gone to heaven when he saw her sky-blue eyes stare back at him while he gently started to mouth-fuck her.

Shelly was a firm believer that anything that is worth doing is worth doing well so she whipped off her shirt and a unhooked her bra. Vince’s ex-wife had huge hanging boobs so he couldn’t believe how perky her breasts were. His cock was sliding up and down her cleavage and he could feel her rock hard nipples on his skin. She pressed her tits together and the added traction was making his balls swell with anticipation of release. Shelley could sense by Vince’s moans he was not far from release. She took his prick back in her mouth and started jacking him off feverishly with her one hand. Her other hand she used to massage his prostate. “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop” Vince shouted as he started to climax. Shelley pressed hard on his prostate as she took his cock out of her mouth. She aimed it at her boobs and continued firmly tucking at his cock. Shelley felt as if her pink panties were soaking wet. She knew she did well when spurt after spurt of thick white cum shot all over her breasts. Not only did she look like a playboy playmate but she acted the part perfectly just now.

“Holy shit” Vince exclaimed as Shelley toyed Vince’s now limping dick all over her boobs and then started sucking his prick clean.

“Recline the back seats” Shelley ordered as she wiped the last trace of spit and cum from her mouth. Vince was a little confused where this was heading. He thought he had already made the sale – perhaps she wanted to be sure about the packing space. Nevertheless he did as he was told – this was an easy sell feature.

At this point Shelley couldn’t care less about the car. She just needed some satisfaction of her own. She scrambled into the back. Her ass in perfect view for him as the limitations of her mini was blaringly obvious. Shelly kicked off her mini and slowly started the pull down her thong. Ümraniye Escort It was soaked from all the action thus far. She threw it at Vince as he was standing there absolutely comatosed by her actions. Almost as if a reflex, he held her thong to his face and sniffed in her juices and aroma. Never had he been this turned on in his life before.

She laid back, spreading her legs wide so Vince had a perfect view. She inserted her middle and then her left hand’s index finger in her soaking cunt. Rhythmically she massaged her vagina – making sure to catch her g-spot with each penetration. With her right hand she started to toy at her clit and every now and then gently slapped her pussy.

“Come on Vince” she teased. “What must a girl do to get your dick hard again”. It had only been about five minutes since his mind blowing blowjob. The effects of the scene in front of him however had done its magic and Vince’s cock was so hard it was almost aching.

Shelley shuffled down until her knees were at the edge of the boot letting her lower legs hang loose. She motioned Vince over. His lust for her young wet pussy had almost become animalistic and he wanted nothing else at the moment but to plow his cock deep into her. She spread her legs as wide as possible and lifted her hips a little in the air. She wanted to feel the full force of his cock slam into her.

“Fuck me Vince” she told him with a sultry look on her face. He stepped up. Proud of how quick and hard his cock had sprung back into life. He aimed his cock at Shelley’s gaping hole. He noticed she had recently shaven and only a little bit of stubble was forming a landing strip above her cunt’s entrance. He thought he was going to explode at the sensation when he slided into her. She easily took his full length and wrapped her legs around his ass to pull him deeper into her.

Shelley still had the salty taste of cum in her mouth. Both of their bodies were building up a layer of sweet from their efforts and she enjoyed the cool breeze’s cooling effect. It also blew in the smell of Jacaranda blossoms.

Vince had manoeuvred Shelley’s legs over his shoulders. In this position each thrust was filling her pussy whilst stimulating her clitoris. Vince wanted to remember this image forever. Her perky tits bouncing up and down with each forceful thrust. Her hair falling roughly over her face. Her moans indicating her approval of each pump.

“I. Am. Gonna. Cum. ” Shelly managed to moan. Vince could not hold it in any longer either. He felt her pussy tighten around his dick. He had never felt anything so tight. Spasm after spasm clenched him. He replied by filling her with his cum. Shelley felt three, four, five streams of warm cum blasted into her. She was dazed at the force of her climax. Vince finally collapsed onto her. Their bodies a heap of spent energy.

They just laid there for a couple of minutes getting there breath back and processing the days events. Shelley thought her dad would be proud of her negotiating skills…well at least the result thereof she laughed to herself.

“Which one is yours?”

The question — and the voice that asked it — startled him. He was pretty deep in thought, mulling over an argument with his wife that they’d had the night before. He turned to face her, but she pointed back at the playground and smiled. “Which kid is yours?”

He was a little taken aback and didn’t answer right away.

“One of them is yours, right? I hope you’re not just sitting at a playground watching random kids. That’d be creepy.” She spoke with the confidence of one who knew he would eventually catch on and who delighted in the discomfort she was causing him.

“All four of them, actually,” he finally replied. “My wife said she had an urgent work thing on a Saturday morning, so here we are.”

“Vague urgent work thing? Sounds fishy,” she said with a playful smile. He only glanced at her now and then — he was trying to keep his eyes on his kids. Until the Home Owner’s Association finally got around to putting a fence around the playground, he couldn’t take his eyes off them for more than a few seconds.

“She never lies to me — I have no reason to question her,” he replied with half a smile. He let his comment linger and waited. He didn’t know what her game was, but he was willing to wait and see. Her move. She stayed about five paces away from him, to the right and a little behind where he stood. Close enough that she was in his peripheral vision, though just barely. She was positioned in a way that kept her mostly hidden from the playground. Completely hidden if the shadows were just right.

After a minute or two of silence, during which he forced himself not to look her way, she spoke again. “So… you don’t know me, but…” He turned and gave her a questioning look. She seemed almost flustered, hands shoved in her pockets. “I mean… we’re strangers and all, but I’ve seen you around the neighborhood. You’ve probably seen me out here with my kids — you just don’t remember.”

He took a moment to look her over. Tight t-shirt partially concealed with an unzipped hoodie. Tight blue jeans. Sandals showing off freshly painted nails. Wavy brown hair swept up in a way that showed off her elegant neck. Healthy curves, top and bottom. When his eyes returned to her face, he saw a smug little smile that told him she knew he had been checking her out.

When was the last time his wife had taken such care to look sexy?

“Anyway,” she went on, feeling a little more confident after seeing she had his attention, “my husband promised me anything I wanted for my birthday. A fantasy fulfillment of my choosing.” She took a step closer to him and looked down at the ground. Her voice lowered. “I told him that I wanted one time — a freebie — with a stranger.”

“Why did you ask for that?” he said nervously, ready to back up if she got too close.

“Doesn’t matter, does it?”

He shrugged. “Probably matters to your husband.”

“Well, that’s between me and him,” she shot back.

“And what did your husband say?”

She smirked. “He wasn’t too happy. Didn’t even let me explain.” She paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “But he knows I love him. He’ll come around.” She took a few steps backwards while maintaining eye contact with him. “And when he does, maybe I’ll see you around here again.”

He let the weight of that not-so-subtle suggestion sink in. She smiled coyly as the implications registered. Then she nodded towards the playground. “Better check on your kids… stranger.” As he turned to make sure all three of the older kids were still in sight and still mobile and the youngest still asleep in the stroller, she turned and jogged to the sidewalk, disappearing around the corner.

His eyes remained on the kids, but his thoughts wandered far afield until his stomach urged him to call everyone back to the house. He got a text from his wife. Back in a bit. Bringing lunch home with me.

*******

“Sorry to rush out like that,” his wife apologized as she pulled food out of boxes and bags and set it on the table.

“No problem,” he said pensively, leaning against the kitchen counter and watching his wife move around. Her hair was pulled into a hurried ponytail, and she wore a light sweater than still managed to look frumpy. “Sounded pretty urgent.”

“Yep,” she replied. “Definitely was.” The tension over their argument from the previous night was still present, but slightly dissipated. She was at least talking to him again. “You and the kids have a good time?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, trying to get a look at his wife’s face. Trying to see what she might be thinking. “We went to the playground for a while.”

“That’s nice,” she said, handing him a sandwich. “They need to get out more, especially when the weather’s nice.” And with that, the conversation was over.

That night, as he lay next to her in the dark, he listened to the steady breathing that told him she was asleep. He had hoped that her friendlier behavior that day had been hinting at an openness to intimacy, but by the time Maltepe Escort he had gotten the last kid to bed, he arrived at his own bedroom to find his wife under the covers and unresponsive. He lay on his back an looked up at the stars visible through the skylight in their bedroom.

He realized that, despite their six years together, the woman next to him was still a mystery. Not that he didn’t know her at all, quite the opposite, in fact. But especially now that the kids and jobs kept them so busy, it was so hard to feel like they were growing together instead of living parallel lives. He longed to roll over, spoon up behind her, and tease her awake. They used to do that — sometimes. But age and familiarity had stolen most of the playfulness and excitement out of their bedroom.

More often than not, during the past year or two sex had become a chore — something they did because they were supposed to, because it was bad if you were married and didn’t have sex. She accommodated his appetite when schedules and energy levels and kids’ sleep schedules allowed. But what man wants to feel like his wife is having sex out of duty? Smiling out of duty. Kissing because she should. Reaching around and touching his bare back because that’s what she’s supposed to do when he’s on top of her. Waiting patiently for him to finish. Planning their grocery shopping while he is inside her.

He had even, on a couple of occasions, faked an orgasm because he didn’t want her to feel like she was inadequate or undesirable. But honestly, watching her stifle a yawn while he was fully inside her really didn’t make him feel desired. And not being sexually desired by his own wife… it was like a wet blanket, not only on his libido but also on his self-esteem.

He wondered, perhaps for the first time, what she was feeling in the midst of all this. Did she care that sex had become an afterthought in their marriage? Did she know or care that he needed more than civility, bagged lunches, and an occasional hug to feel like he mattered to her? Did he matter? Or were they on a path of accepting the status quo, because it was easier than the alternatives?

His last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep were that maybe he could understand why someone would ask for a freebie — for one time with a stranger. Just to feel alive again.

*******

Life continued at its usual pace: school, work, playtime, dinner, housework, and so on. His wife had a busy week at the office, and his job required a few extra hours near the end of the week. By the time Friday night rolled around, he had barely seen his wife except in passing. She promised things would slow down soon, and he knew she meant it when she said that. But still…

“Hun?” he asked softly into the darkness that night.

“Hm?” she responded sleepily.

“Maybe we should do something together tomorrow. Like a picnic or a hike or something. The weather’s good enough.”

“Hm. Maybe,” was all she replied before sleep overtook her.

*******

The next morning, he awoke to find a note in the kitchen: Had to run in to the office for a few hours. Let me know if you make any plans for later. Can join you after lunch, maybe.

He rolled his eyes. He was a patient man. But he was still just a man.

*******

“I wondered if I’d find you here today.” He almost jumped when her voice over his shoulder startled him. How was she able to just sneak up on him like that? “By yourself again?”

“Just for the morning, I think,” he answered, not turning around. Watching the kids at play on the swings and slides gave him reason to not look at her.

“How do you feel about that — about being left alone again?” she asked, hinting at something.

“I’m happy to support her. I value her work,” he answered truthfully.

“I’m sure you do,” she said, her voice sounding like a smile. “But that’s not what I asked. I asked how you feel.”

For a whole minute, maybe two, he didn’t say anything. He thought about her question. He weighed the idea of sticking to his original answer. Then, with a small sigh, he confessed, “A little lonely. You can’t coast in a marriage. Sooner or later you lose all momentum.” Then, trying to shift the topic, he half-turned her direction and asked somewhat accusingly, “Is there a reason you’re staying out of sight?” The confidence in his tone petered out as he got a look at her. With the temperature slightly warmer than the previous week, she had doffed the hoodie, leaving her chest prominently displayed by a tight t-shirt with a low neckline. A simple braid of hair trailed over her shoulder and rested just above her cleavage, drawing even more attention to her assets.

“If your kids saw me,” she answered, nodding their direction, “they might ask questions.”

He nodded in agreement.

“I thought about you this week,” she said. “I wondered what you were thinking. What you thought of me. If you thought of me.” When he didn’t reply, she asked, “Did you think of me?” A slight quiver in her Ümraniye Escort voice betrayed vulnerability.

He allowed a slight chuckle. “Yeah. Yeah, I thought of you.”

She giggled. It was musical. “Good.”

They stood in silence watching the children. The morning had been cool, but now the arc of the sun brought it just over the treeline and he basked gratefully in the warmth of its rays. He almost forgot she was there.

“My birthday is in two weeks,” she stated.

“Hm,” he replied. He turned to ask a question, only to find that she had already made her discreet exit. He shook his head and thought, Each woman is a profound mystery.

He texted his wife, asking if she thought they could do a trip to the park that afternoon. He could make some sandwiches, bring a kite…

Feeling a little under the weather, she replied a few minutes later. Another time.

*******

The next morning he awoke to the feeling of a hand on his crotch. His wife was nuzzled up next to him, lazily rubbing his member to a state of stiffness. Once that was accomplished (and it hadn’t taken long), she tugged his boxers down, rolled a condom over his cock, and lazily climbed on top of him. Leaning on one arm, she used her free hand to line him up, then slid down with a grunt. She set a moderate pace, keeping her face turned a little to the side. Morning breath.

He knew it was a courtesy fuck — an action born out of tender duty. It had been a few weeks since they had been intimate, and it didn’t look like their evenings were freeing up anytime soon. And with all the kids home for the summer… If he dwelt too long on the motivations and meanings behind the mechanics, he would probably soften inside her. Instead, he called to mind the images of the woman at the park. Her smile, her neck, her tight shirt. He could picture that woman lusting after him, commenting on the feeling of his member pressing inside her. He cupped his wife’s firm butt cheeks with both hands and pictured the curves he had seen contained in those tight jeans on the playground. He heard his wife’s heavy breathing — heavy more from exertion than from arousal — and he imagined moans of pleasure. With a few quick thrusts he was finished. She pushed down hard on him, taking him deep, because he had said once that he liked that. She paused for half a minute while his breathing slowed, then leaned down and pecked his cheek before dismounting. Morning breath.

He had questions. He wanted to connect with her like they used to. She was finishing up in the bathroom as he sat up and pulled his boxers back into place. They had not even spoken since waking up. Just as he was about to speak, the door handle to the bedroom began jiggling. Someone was awake and demanding their attention. Half the time, their attempts at morning sex were interrupted by that same sound. After a quick glance to confirm that they were both sufficiently clothed, he opened the door and scooped up their oldest girl– rushing towards him in sleepy exuberance. Conversation would have to wait. Again.

*******

On the days when he was home with the kids, he had been out to the playground with them twice, but he didn’t see her again. Not until Friday night. He and his wife were home and the kids had just gone to sleep. He had been feeling frisky and suggested that they could retire early. He wanted to taste her, to enjoy her, to see her face, to take their time. She was feeling achy and didn’t want to be physically close to him. Could they just watch a show together instead?

He tried not to be upset. He tried not to take it personally. He tried not to interpret her response as a personal rejection. He really tried.

“I’m going out for a run,” he stated a little curtly, digging in their closet for his running shoes. “If you’re still up when I get back, maybe we can watch something.”

“OK,” she replied, running her fingers through her hair and looking out the window. There was still a hint of daylight, but that would soon be gone.

In a few minutes, he was out the door and stretching his legs. It had been a while since he had gone running, and his body was taking every opportunity to remind him of that fact. He made it around the block once and then walked a minute before running again. He knew each trip around the block was a third of a mile. If he could at least do three laps…

He loved his wife. He wanted her to be more like… like the stranger. She used to be like that — playful, confident, delighting in her own sexiness. Physically she had changed very little over the years, and he found her no less sexy. Perhaps more, in fact. But it was as if her self-image no longer had the category of “sexy.”

Was it wrong to not just accept the changes life brings? To want to feel alive and vibrant again, to be desired — isn’t that what he wanted? Is this what it would take? Would it maybe change things at home if he-

“Hey, stranger.” She was leaning against the trunk of a car at the end of a driveway. She had on İstanbul Escort a light, silky robe that was held shut only by her clasped hand. The robe went down to her mid-thigh, and he could see nothing below it. He wondered what, if anything, was under it.

He decided he needed to take a break anyway. He paused, gratefully taking the water bottle she offered him. “I saw you out my window,” she explained. “I hoped you’d come back around again.”

Hands on his knees, he took a few deep breaths before taking a drink.

“You do this every night?” she inquired.

“No,” he said, still panting. “First time in a while.”

“Something on your mind?” she asked knowingly. He paused to think, but then she didn’t give him a chance to answer. “Nevermind. Not my business, right? I’m just a stranger. And I want to keep it that way.”

“Oh,” he answered, a little confused.

“Because my birthday is next weekend, and my present is one time with a stranger,” she said, emphasizing the last word.

He thought about what awaited him at home. He thought of how change seemed so unlikely, and of how hopeless that made him feel. He thought of what it would feel like to be with someone who wanted him, even if it was just once.

“Just one time,” she said, pressing her advantage while he was thinking. “No strings attached. Never mention it again.”

“Your husband is OK with this?”

“I think I’ve convinced him,” she smirked. “And don’t worry, he’s not home — no one is watching us from the window or anything.” He looked up at the lighted window on the corner of the house behind her. He also noticed she was holding a baby monitor.

“And I just show up at your place and you’re waiting there for me, and-“

“A hotel,” she stated. “Saturday afternoon. Say you’re in and I’ll give you the details. Say you’re out and you’ll never hear from me again. No hard feelings.”

He gave her a dubious look.

“But let me assure you,” she continued, lowering her voice and taking a few steps forward until she was almost face to face with him, “It will be good. Very, very good.”

“What if Saturday doesn’t work. I’ve got kids, and-“

“You’ve got a job, right? Just make sure something urgent comes up that day. Your wife will understand.”

He squinted his eyes and looked at her. She stared back, her eyes playful and her lips pursed, confident and a little nervous. He had questions. He felt certain she wouldn’t answer them. She lifted her eyebrows just slightly.

“I just say I’m in and you’ll take care of everything else?”

“If you mean the details, yes. But you will be taking care of me. You’ll be taking real good care of me,” she purred.

“And afterwards, we never see each other again?”

“Well, I only get one freebie. If you want to convince your wife to-“

“Okay, okay, I get it,” he interrupted, stretching his legs a little before the muscles got too tight.

“So are you in?”

“I need to think about it,” he said, suspecting he already knew what he would decide.

She cocked her head, as if she hadn’t expected that response. Then, after a moment’s thought, she said, “Well, I need an answer soon, or else I need another stranger. I’ll put the hotel and time on a piece of paper in my mail box. Then I’m going inside and going to bed. If you decide you’re in after one more lap, take the paper. If it’s still there in the morning — I’ll know your answer is no.”

He nodded, took one more admiring look at her exposed legs, and jogged away.

One lap later, he slowed down as he approached her mailbox. The state of arousal she had caused was thankfully receding as he slowed in front of her house. He put a hand on top of the mailbox and stretched a leg back. She had put the flag up. Opening the box, he pulled out the paper and looked at it. It simply had the name of a hotel and a time: 2pm.

He closed the lid, put down the flag, and pocketed the paper. Then he cooled down with a walk around the block, returning home to find his wife asleep in bed. After he had showered — and used his hand to find some relief — he curled up behind his wife. She moaned softly as his arm wrapped around her torso. His thoughts wandered about for a while until they merged into dreams.

*******

Saturday.

His wife had gone to visit her parents one afternoon that week, and she had ended up calling to ask to extend her stay a day or two when some important family matter came up. On the days she was home, he had actually been rather busy at work, covering a handful of evening shifts for one of his managers who had caught the flu. Though he had intended to be extra gracious towards his wife that week, they saw so little of each other that misunderstandings and short tempers made for more than a few tense conversations. So once Saturday arrived, he felt more than ready to escape for the afternoon.

Throughout the morning he was nervous that she would be called away. But aside from a quick errand that she ran in the late morning, they had no interruptions. Shortly after lunch, he took a quick shower, shaved, and picked out clothes that would be comfortable. He walked downstairs to find his wife on the phone. She glanced over at him, and he held up his phone. “Call from the shop — I have to go in.”