Benefits of smoking

Benefits of smoking [part 1 of 2]
By: ravs (ravickyn@yahoo.com)

I had just turned nineteen. Unlike the west most guys in my country, India, were still virgins at that age, making the best use of their hands. But that did not stop them from fantasizing. I was like any other guy.

The Mehta's had moved into our apartment recently. Their's was a small family husband, wife and their six year old kid. Mr. Mehta ran some business and was always traveling. Mrs. Mehta was a friendly lady she must have been about 34 or 35 at the most, but most of the times she kept to herself. She had a lovely figure rather curvaceous with huge assets which were imprisoned inside her blouse as she wore only traditional wear. She had beautiful eyes. She would always smile and ask me how I was doing? whenever she would see me. And I always used to help her carry her groceries up the three flights to her house.

I used to go up to the terrace everyday to work out as there was no gym near my place. I used to work up a nice sweat and come back home only after a few hours of exercise. Now our terrace was common for all the residents of the building, but not everyone would come up, except for certain gatherings or to dry their clothes, which gave me all the liberty. I would work out in my shorts without anything to cover my upper body. Once a while Mrs. Mehta had walked up to the terrace to collect the clothes she had set to dry and every time she gave me a smile and I had this feeling, her eyes strayed all over me especially my crotch. Again maybe it was just the mind of a perverted nineteen year old working overtime.

Once in a while I was bored to work out, so I would light up a smoke but, making sure no one would ever find out.

It was one of those days when I was relishing on my smoke without a care in the world when I heard someone behind me. I turned and saw Mrs. Mehta standing and staring at me. Now a nineteen year old smoking in the west is no big deal but in India that sure is taboo. I froze looking at Mrs. Mehta and quickly stubbed out my cigarette. She left without a word. I was scared shitless for she knew my mom and if she were to tell her, I was in deep shit. The next two days I did not go to the terrace for the fear of passing Mrs. Mehta's house.

I was coming back from my friend's house when I bumped into Mrs. Mehta. She just looked at me and straight away asked me what would happen if she told my mom I smoked? I turned pale and begged her not to, I even promised her I would never smoke again. She gave me a stern look and asked me to come see her after a while. I had but no choice and I agreed. As I took the staircase to go up to her house my heart was pounding hard. I had no clue as to how to convince her.

I rang her doorbell. She opened the door and ordered me in. She asked me to sit down on her couch. I did as she asked me. She then asked me how long I have been smoking? I told her I just started as all my friends from college smoked. She smiled, which got me confused. She then told me she won't tell my mom if I helped her exercise as she was putting on weight and she can't go to a gym as her hubby doesn't like the idea. I gladly accepted. We decided that we would work out together starting Saturday as her hubby was supposed to go on a business trip for a few days.

When I rang the bell on Mrs. Mehta's door she opened it up and I could see she was ready for her lessons dressed in a track pant and a t-shirt. We started out with some warming up exercise. And then we started skipping rope taking turns. Now friends I had no intentions in mind but, when I saw her skipping rope and her breasts juggling in front of me, it almost gave me a hard on. Mrs. Mehta was running up a sweat, so I asked her to stop and take a few seconds off. I started doing a few push ups and my sweat shirt was making it difficult for me to do it right. Mrs. Mehta noticed it and asked me to feel free to take it off and work out. I pulled off my sweatshirt and Mrs. Mehta noticed my lean physique for the first time. We worked out for an hour together that day and I left promising her that I would be there, same time the next day.

I entered Mrs. Mehta's house the same time the next day and again she was wearing track pants and a t-shirt all ready for our work out session. I was wearing my shorts and a long sweat shirt, as my maid had dumped both my tracks in the washing machine.

I finished jumping rope and handed her the skipping rope. She started jumping rope, but there was something different today. I could see her breasts were jumping more freely and that's when I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra today. My cock was at a complete attention. I did not know how to react, I tried not to look at her and concentrate on something else but, it was the most difficult thing to do. Mrs. Mehta was sweating now and I could clearly see her breasts as the t-shirt was clinging on to her skin. I asked her to stop but she insisted that she wanted to do it a little longer. I just had to agree.

She was sweating profusely now and I was having the worst case of blue balls. We decided that we could start with some stretch exercises for her. I asked her to sit on the floor and stretch her legs in front of her and to try and touch her toes with her hands without bending her knees. Big mistake. As she stretched herself to touch her toes, I could see her breasts through the neck opening of her t-shirt which fell low. I could almost see all of her breasts, as I was holding her legs down. I tried to look away but, the nineteen year old in me would not listen and every given chance would sneak a look. Mrs. Mehta then asked me to do my push ups and I started off. She then asked me to take my t-shirt off and do it so I would be more comfortable. I wasn't sure I wanted to take it off today, it was what was covering my hard on. Mrs. Mehta insisted that I do and asked me not to be shy, I had no choice. I was only hoping it wouldn't be visible. I started doing my push ups and soon I started sweating. She wanted to try doing the push ups too.

I asked her to spread her legs and her hands and push herself off the floor. She tried it but then her whole body was touching the floor. She asked me to hold her waist and help her. I held her waist with shivering hands. As I held her she pushed herself off the floor and managed to do it the right way. After three push ups Mrs. Mehta lied down on the floor saying she needed a small break. After a few seconds she again asked me to hold her only this time I didn't realize she had pulled her t-shirt a little towards the top and when I held her I touched bare skin. Mrs. Mehta did not seem to mind it. She did four more push ups and stopped. She lied down on her back breathing heavily. I could see her breasts heaving hard. Just as I tried to pull my eyes of her mounds she noticed me looking at it. Am also sure she noticed the hard on I had making a tent in my shorts. She didn't say a word. She then asked me what was the next thing on our agenda? I told her we need to do some stomach crunches for her abdomen. And told her that she would need to bend her knee and put her hands behind her head and touch her knees with her elbows without raising her feet of the ground.

Mrs. Mehta got on her back, bending her knees and putting her hands behind the back of her head trying to touch her knees with her elbows but barely managed to rise. She suggested that I hold her knees, so she can do it with little effort. And as I held her knees she came up and her elbows touched her knees and her breasts touched my hands. I was getting harder by the minute.

It was almost an hour and I was waiting to get back home at the earliest. Mrs. Mehta then asked me what was the best way to increase blood circulation to her shoulders, neck, and head? I told her that we had an exercise in yoga where you stand on your head for a few minutes resting your feet on a wall. She asked me to help her with it. As I held her legs to raise it, her t-shirt fell over her face giving me a full view of her beautiful breasts. She immediately tried to push it back with one hand and she fell against me her knee touching my rock hard cock. She got up and asked me if I was alright. I just nodded. She smiled and asked me if I had never seen a woman nude before, I almost stumbled hearing her say that. I managed to just shake my head and meekly replied with a no. She laughed and asked me if I had not seen nude picture's of women in magazines and I said yes I have.

She excused herself with a smile and went to get some water for herself. I wanted to leave, I wanted to get back home and jerk my cock off. She came out again and looked at me and her eyes ran down to my crotch which made a visible tent in my shorts still smiling, she asked me not to tell anyone what I had just seen and made me promise I wouldn't utter a word even to my best friend. She told me if I promise not to tell anyone she would let me see her breasts again. I was all red and zapped out of my skull wondering if I had heard her right or was I dreaming? I quickly nodded and she took her t-shirt off.

She walked over to me and taking my face in her hands asked me if I wanted to taste her tits, without waiting for a reply she pulled my face down to her breasts. I started sucking on it afraid that I might wake up and the dream may end. I sucked hard licking it. As I did Radha, Mrs. Mehta's first name, kept asking me to suck her harder and nibble at it. This was encouragement enough for me as I started sucking and biting on her mounds my hands squeezing and pinching her other breast. She slowly slid out of her track pants. I was in heaven already, a married lady much older than I was, standing only in her panty in front of me and asking me to suck her breasts every teens dream come true.

She then asked me to get on my knees and kiss her on her stomach. I started kissing her all over her stomach as she held me by my hair, moaning softly. I kissed her deeply on her navel and she let out a small moan. I started caressing her thighs. I slowly lowered myself onto her pussy. I kissed her pussy through her panty and I could feel the wetness. I slowly pulled her panty down kissing her pussy without a stop. She started heaving and moaning louder. I made her spread her legs just a little as I pried my tongue into her wet pussy. She held me by my hair even harder. Just a few flicks of my tongue and a few nibbles on her clitoris and she jerked bringing her to an orgasm. Her juice flowing out as I licked it up of her pussy and the few drops rolling on her thighs I scooped it off with my tongue. She told me I was a natural.

She led me to her bedroom pushing me down on the bed. She crawled over me rubbing my cock through my shorts. She slid her hand inside, grabbing hold of my cock in her hands. I had never had any girl touch me there, leave alone a married woman and the touch drove me wild. She pulled down my shorts and my underwear with one swift motion. She grabbed my tool bringing her mouth towards it, she kissed the head. She ran her tongue down the length of my shaft. She then took my cock in her mouth and started bobbing her head, I let out a cry as she engulfed my virgin cock in her mouth. My first blowjob. I could not hold back and I grabbed her shoulders, she knew I was about to cum and she increased her tempo on my cock. I shot my load into her mouth and she swallowed it and kept swallowing till I was completely done. I looked at her sheepishly and said I was sorry, she laughed and said she loved it.

She got of me and smiled as she lied down next to me and asked me how I felt? I was in heaven and I just looked at her and said wow! She laughed saying this was just the beginning. She told me she wanted me for a long time and this was just a little scheme to get me, as she ran her hand over my cock again. My cock started stirring and getting hard just at her touch. She turned over and started kissing me hard, her tongue going deep inside my mouth. I in turn grabbed her hair and pushed my tongue into her mouth. I started nibbling on her lips. She was not quite expecting that, and was amazed at my kissing abilities. She reached down to my cock as I fondled her breasts. I started sucking on her tits as she kept playing with my rod. We turned around and I dove for her pussy as she started sucking my cock, we kept at it for a few minutes. Radha then asked me to get up and lie down on her. I obeyed. As I climbed onto her she spread her legs. She then asked me to enter her pussy. I positioned my cock in front of her pussy or what I thought was her pussy and tried entering her. She laughed saying her hole was below that. I blushed, she was still laughing as she held my cock and thrust it at her pussy opening.

I pushed my virgin cock inside her married pussy. It took me a few seconds to get it all inside her. I was hurting, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of having to fuck a married pussy. I started fucking her, thrusting my cock in and out as she moaned in pleasure and kept encouraging me to fuck her harder. She kept telling me how big I was compared to Mr. Mehta, the ego boost is all I needed as I kept ramming her. She jerked again and I knew she had cum. She asked me to remove my still hard cock out. I didn't want to, as I had still not cum but I did as she asked. She asked me to come up near her breasts. I rubbed my cock all over her huge breasts. She held her breasts together as I tit fucked her. She held my cock in her hand admiring it for a few seconds and started jerking me I lasted but for a few seconds and I shot my second load of the day on her tits and her face, a few drops even landing on the pillow behind her. She scooped of my cum with her fingers and sucked it off. Both of us were completely spent. We laid down next to each other without speaking a word for the next thirty minutes or so, just holding each other. She then told me she was having sex after almost seven months as Mr. Mehta just does not seem to have time for her. She also told me this was the best sex she ever had.

As I left her house and my virginity with her, she looked at me with a smile saying we will continue our exercise the next day, and continue we did for a long time only it was more of a sexcercise.

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Dinner For Two

Dinner For Two
By: Bon Vivant (Bonvivant555@yahoo.com)

After all this time - Laurie was back in town! Imagine my shock and surprise when I picked up the phone at work yesterday and heard her sultry voice - it took a few seconds to realize who it was. But then, my heart just jumped out of my chest as I pictured the dark haired beauty on the other end of the line.

Laurie and I had been good friends for a number of years. For some reason, we had never hooked up, although there were plenty of times that we definitely flirted with one another. I was always interested, but it always seemed like she was just not interested in getting that close to me. Oh, there was that night, after I told her that I was getting married, that we had dinner in my apartment, listened to some music and drank some wine, that she ended up sitting on my lap, nuzzling my neck while I softly kissed her ear and neck. She was softly grinding on me, and my cock was straining against my pants, trying desperately to press up into her warm thighs - my hands went under her shirt as we softly kissed, but as they reached her supple breasts (still covered by a lacy bra) she suddenly stopped me, taking both my hands in hers....... I lay awake many nights, thinking about how close we had come to being together, but it just was not to be.

But now - she was here, and I could think of little else as I waited to meet her in the hotel restaurant where she was staying. I guess I should add one more thing - I was still married, although unhappily. So, when I left work to meet Laurie, I told my wife that I was having dinner with some old work friends from a previous job.

As I sat waiting, I tried to imagine what Laurie would look like. Would she still have that exciting body? Would her smile still radiate? Would I still be lusting after her?

Suddenly I felt an arm on my shoulder - I looked up and saw Laurie - and instantly fell in lust once again! She smiled broadly, and leaned down to kiss my waiting lips. Her lips parted as they reached mine, and we met in a searching, deep kiss that took my breath away.

"Wow" I whispered....."you haven't lost those magic lips of yours, sweetie". She smiled, and sat next to me, her body close to mine, and said "I've been waiting to do that all day".

With that, we sat and talked as if time had not passed at all. We laughed, ate, sipped wine, and I felt like I was 21 again. As time passed, and we both had 3 glasses of wine, we just seemed to get closer and closer, touching each other more and more. Her hands were tracing a path softly up and down my arm, and I felt my cock getting so hard that I was almost in pain. At one point, I had to adjust myself, and Laurie notice and smiled. "Did I do that to you, baby?" she whispered.

"I'm afraid so, honey" I told her. "I don't think I can stand up for a while, we may be here all night".

"Well" she said, "I am staying upstairs, why don't we go up and relax until you think you're ready to go out in public?" I agreed, and I followed her to the elevator, walking close behind her so that my obvious bulge was hidden from passers by.

As we waited for the elevator door to open, Laurie moved back so that her rounded ass just brushed my pants. I know she felt me pressing against her, and I know she also heard my groan as she gently grinded her ass against me. I heard her gasp slightly as my hands grabbed her hips while i thrust against her.

We entered the elevator, and once the doors closed and we began to rise, Laurie spun around to face me. As she leaned forward to kiss me again, her hands went down to cup my cock through my pants. She whispered "Baby I just can't wait anymore to touch you", and with that, unsapped my pants and pushed them down to my ankles along with my briefs. My cock burst up towards her with a huge rush, swinging wildly as she stared at it. "My God, Danny - you are so big....but I'm sure you've been told that before". I smiled, while Laurie cupped my balls with one hand and held my shaft with the other, squeezing tenderly. She looked up and softly whispered "Can I please....suck it?"

I almost choked as I tried to say "God, please do" but she didn't wait for my response...instead, she reached for my shaft while her lips started slurping my smooth cock head.

I was instantly on fire. I moaned loudly as Laurie inhaled my thick cock, swirling her lips and tongue up and down the slick shaft, sucking for all she was worth, making little choking sounds in her throat as she bobbed her head deeper and deeper on each thrust. I was leaning back against the wall, my legs weak, just thrusting in and out of her mouth as she increased the actions of her moist lips. I couldn't believe how quickly I was getting aroused - in fact, I was already losing control, feeling my balls fill with hot cum.

I reached out to hold her head, trying to stop Laurie before I filled her mouth with hot thick cum - but she wasn't having any of it. She pushed my hands away, and hissed "I'm going to make you cum in my mouth now, don't stop." With that, she started jerking the lower shaft while she sucked and twisted her mouth like a machine.

My legs started buckling, and I moaned loudly "Oh god, I can't hold back, baby I'm gonna cum in your mouth." With that, I grabbed her soft hair, and pulled her mouth tightly on me as my cock started to spurt several thick white blasts into her waiting warm mouth. Laurie kept sucking, letting the cum coat her mouth, her cheeks, gulping down a huge amount as some ran down her cheeks. She was so beautiful, and now I finally was seeing her the way I always dreamed up - naked, covered with my cum, and wanting more.

(This is the end of Part 1 - Part 2 will be ready soon.

The Poetess

The Poetess [part 1 of 4]
By: Jay

Sam had just pulled onto Main Street when his cell phone rang. "Answer," he told it, and it came on.

"I just saw you drive past my house. What does she have you doing now?" asked the woman on the other end.

"Apparently she's not satisfied with doing all sorts of home improvement crap at our house. Now she wants me to drive 30 miles each way to mow my mom's lawn."

"Poor baby," she said. "But you know what this means?"

"No, what?"

"She has no idea how long you're going to be gone. And Jeff took the boys fishing."

"So once I finish ..."

"You can come see me, and she'll assume you're visiting your mother!"

"This doesn't sound so bad after all!"

"Call me when you leave your mother's."

"Will do," Sam said.

"Good-bye, Lover," she said.

Sam spoke to his cell phone. "End call." He continued his drive, remembering how the affair had begun. He taught high school English, and one Friday night, he was doing a routine web search to see whether anything his students wrote had been plagiarized. One poem sent up a flag because of its similarity to one posted online by a Wendy Branigan. Sam didn't think it was the same, but he liked Wendy's poem enough to click on the links to some of her others. He noticed that her profile placed her in California, where he also lived, but it didn't say where. He also noticed that her poems seemed to have a running theme of loneliness.

When Sam woke up in the morning, he was feeling romantic. He reached over where Gretchen lay with her back to him, put his arm over her and kissed her cheek. Gretchen awoke and told him, "Morning, dear," without looking back to him. Sam lifted his arm and put his hand on Gretchen's hip. She lay back and looked at Sam. Then she sat up. "We need to replace the toilet seat in the guest bathroom," she said.

Sam lay back and sighed, hoping briefly that she didn't notice. "Fine. Should I get one like the one we already have?"

"Sure, unless you see one that looks better."

Sam lay back to get a little more sleep. Gretchen woke up him to tell him that breakfast was ready. She had a cordless phone in her hand, and she resumed her conversation. Sam guessed from Gretchen's end of the conversation that she was talking to one of her friends from work. He sat down, ate the eggs and toast that Gretchen had prepared and kissed her as he went back to the bedroom to get dressed.

When Sam was dressed, he looked for Gretchen. He found her, still on the phone, but apparently now talking to her mother. She covered the mouthpiece, and Sam told her, "I'm going to Sears to get the toilet seat."

He got in the car, backed onto the street and drove. As he took a curve, he saw a dog enter the road from the right. A small boy was chasing the dog, and a petite woman was chasing the boy. Sam stepped on the brake quickly. He couldn't see the dog, but the boy had not run fast enough to get more than halfway across his yard. The woman was still yelling hysterically when she caught up to boy. She picked the boy up, hugged him to her thin frame and told him, "Don't you ever run into the street, Todd. You could have died!" Sam thought she looked familiar, but he couldn't place her.

Sam took the same route back from Sears that he had taken to get there. As he approached the place where he had seen the dog, he saw the woman, who looked about 30, inflating a small swimming pool. The running boy stood behind her, watching and holding the hand of another boy, a toddler. When the hood of the car was just past their driveway, she looked up, and Sam realized where he had seen her. It was Wendy, the author of the poems that he had read the night before.

Sam pulled over to the right and parked his car. He got out and walked over to Wendy. "Hi, I'm Sam," he told her. "Your dog ran out in front of my car this morning. Is he okay?"

"I'm Wendy. To tell you the truth, I didn't even think about Walt until a few minutes after I had Todd safely inside the house. But Walt must have made it past you, because he's inside and okay."

Sam briefly recalled the image of the dog. "Walt? Oh, did you name him after Walt Whitman?"

Wendy's face lit up. "Why, yes, how did you guess?"

"First of all, I teach English. Second, I was really touched by a poem I read last night, 'Dark Epiphany.'"

"You belong to PoetryOnline?"

"No, but I came across it when I was checking some homework for plagiarism."

"So you liked my poems, then?" Wendy asked.

"I must have, because after I read the one that I thought someone stole, I kept on reading them. Your feelings really come through."

"Thank you! What was your name again?"

"Sam. Sam York." His mind snapped back to the toilet seat on his front seat. "Well, I need to go."

Sam stopped remembering the scene when he pulled into his mother's driveway. He turned off his cell phone. Her car wasn't in the driveway, and no one answered when he rang the bell. He went to the back and used his spare key to the shed. A minute later, he rode out on her mower and began cutting the grass in the back. She still hadn't returned when he finished, so he did the front as well. As he did, his mind went back to the day of his sister's funeral. He and Gretchen came home to find a large basket of fruit, a Tupperware container containing a German chocolate cake and a card. The envelope said it was from the Branigans, but the poem inside was clearly written by Wendy. Gretchen said, "That was nice. I didn't know they knew."

Sam explained, "Yesterday when I went out to pick up the newspaper, Wendy was walking her dog. I said 'Hi,' she said, 'Hi,' back, and then she picked the wrong day to ask how I was."

"Well, be sure to thank her when you bring the container back," Gretchen said. "Especially since she made your favorite kind of cake."

A few days later, after supper, Gretchen was in the bathroom. Sam told her, "I'm gonna take the Tupperware back to the Branigans."

"Who?" Gretchen shouted through the door.

"They gave us the fruit and the cake."

"Okay," Gretchen answered. "I'll be out getting some wood from Home Depot."

Sam left before he could ask what project she had planned. It was after dark, but the streets were well lit, so he felt safe walking to the Yorks'. He could see that the light in their living room was on, as was a light on the second floor. He rang the door bell. He heard a woman upstairs yell, "I'll be there in a minute!"

A minute later, Gretchen answered the door. She wore a UCLA sweatshirt and jeans. "Oh, hi, Sam!" she said.

"Hi! I finished the cake tonight, so I brought you back the container. Are you here alone?"

"The kids are in bed, and this is my husband's bowling night. Would you like to come in?"

"Sure," Sam said.

"Can I get you a soda?"

"Sure. What do you have?"

"Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, Coke--"

"Pepsi, please."

"I'll be right back."

Sam realized that he was still holding the container. "You forgot this," he told her as he followed her into the kitchen.

Wendy was looking in the refrigerator. "Just put it on the counter," she told him as she picked up a can of Pepsi and closed the door. She handed him the soda. "I'm so sorry about your sister."

Sam showed little expression as he sat down. "We all die sooner or later. She just left us a little sooner than average. I'll never stop missing her, but I'll get over it." Tears began to well up, and he could barely speak continuously as he added, "Just not yet, I guess."

Wendy couldn't watch someone cry without comforting him. She put her arms around Sam, pressed his head to her shoulder and told him, "It's okay to cry. Let it out. I bet you've been holding this back since the funeral, haven't you?" Sam didn't speak, but he shook his head. "Were you close?" Wendy asked.

Sam stopped crying long enough to answer, "She was my best friend." Wendy held onto him a little longer until she sensed that he had regained his composure. He sat up and asked, "Writing more poetry tonight?"

"How'd you guess?" she asked.

"There was one light on upstairs, and I heard you yell from the second floor. I figure it was the room with the computer."

Sam shut off the blades to the lawnmower and rode it back into the shed. He took his spare key, opened the back door to the house and wrote a note: "You weren't here, but I mowed the yard for you. Talk to you soon. Sam." He went back out, locked the back door and walked to the driveway. He stood next to his car as he turned his cell phone back on and punched in a series of digits. "Hi, it's Sam. Is the coast clear so far?"

"They're fishing at his brother's summer house. They probably won't be back till tomorrow," Wendy answered.

"Great. I'm leaving my mom's house now. See you in a half-hour."

"Sam?"

"Yes?"

Sam didn't hear anything for a couple seconds. "I love you."

"I love you, too. ... Bye." He ended the call and got in his car.

As he got on the interstate, he remembered how they had exchanged e-mail and instant message addresses the night he returned the Tupperware. Before long, he was reading all her poetry as she posted it. Occasionally he'd see that she was online while he read it, and he'd talk to her about her newest submission. One day, after two hours of shopping for paint and paint supplies when Gretchen thought the garage was becoming an eyesore, he saw her newest poem, and it felled him. It was called "Fatal Error," and she was pretending to be a computer that crashed because she didn't have the emotional support she needed for whatever the operator was trying to do.

Sam looked under her avatar above the poem. Thank God she was online. He sent her an instant message, and she picked up.

SamIAm: Hi! Just read your latest. WendyGrewUp: Fatal Error? SamIAm: Yeah, that one. WendyGrewUp: Did you like it? SamIAm: It's powerful. And it scares me.

His basic teacher-as-guidance-counselor training kicked in.

SamIAm: Are you thinking of doing something drastic? WendyGrewUp: What? Oh, no, not killing myself if that's what you meant.

Sam exhaled, and she continued.

WendyGrewUp: It's about my husband. SamIAm: Oh? WendyGrewUp: Sometimes I feel like he doesn't even care about me. We only have sex about once a month. SamIAm: Maybe he just sees you as a mother and not a lover. WendyGrewUp: Maybe, but Tommy's 2 and I didn't notice till about a year ago. SamIAm: So when you wrote about not getting the support you needed WendyGrewUp: He's just distant. WendyGrewUp: When we do it, he just gets on me and does it. WendyGrewUp: He doesn't even try to get me to suck his dick anymore.

Sam's next line began with a bug-eyed smiley. "How can any guy not care about a woman who sucks him?" he asked.

It was Wendy's turn to be bold. "Does your wife still do it?"

"Never has," he answered. "Even though we made love a few times before we were married, she told me she still thought of sex as dirty. That damn religious school her parents sent her to. I assumed that eventually, she'd get over her hang-ups and enjoy other acts. She doesn't. She won't even let me go down on her."

"That's just bizarre," Wendy IM'd.

One night the phone rang, and Gretchen answered it. Before she could recognize the voice, the woman on the other end identified herself. "Hi, this is Wendy, down the street."

"The one who sent us the fruit?"

"That's me. Anyway, Sam mentioned that he just finished painting the ramp outside your house. My husband is getting ready to redo the dog house. Do you have some paint thinner we could use?"

"I think so," Gretchen answered. "I'll send Sam down with it."

"Thanks, Gretchen."

"You're welcome," Gretchen said as she hung up.

A few minutes later, Sam was at the door, and Wendy opened it. "Come in, Sam!" she said.

Sam thought she sounded rather excited considering the purpose of his visit. "I brought the paint thinner," he said, holding it up.

Wendy took the can out of his hand and set it on the floor. "Thanks," she said, and she kissed him on the cheek.

"You're welcome," Sam said, not thinking anything about it.

"Thanks again," Wendy said, and this time she kissed him on the lips.

He didn't stop her, but he asked, "What was that?"

Wendy asked, "Am I pretty?"

Sam started to worry. "It's probably too late to say anything, but that's not a question you should be asking me."

"Well, I'm asking. Am I pretty?"

"And I shouldn't answer." Sam saw the desperation in her eyes. "But, ... yeah. I can't even believe that you have to ask. You're also a nice person, a devoted mother--" He gulped as she put her hand on his crotch. "And until now a loyal wife!"

"A loyal wife who has needs, Sam. I can't even remember the last time he told me he loved me." She was unbuckling Sam's belt, and it did not escape her attention that he was not stopping her. "Wouldn't you like have sex once where no one spoils the mood by mentioning power tools?"

Returning to the present, Sam pulled off Main Street. He saw a laundromat only half a block from the Branigans' house. He parked there and walked the short distance. The curtains were closed. He rang the door bell, and the door appeared to open by itself. He walked into her living room and turned to look behind the door.

Wendy closed the door. She was wearing a cotton top that tied around her neck but covered little more than her breasts, and her denim shorts were very short. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"Do I ever! You look fantastic," he told her.

"Come upstairs," she told him as she headed for the stairs. He followed her to her bedroom, where the curtains were also closed. "The way you drove past my house, I figured she must've spoiled another mood for you, so I thought you'd need some release. Undo my top," she said. Sam reached behind her to untie it, then stepped back. When it didn't immediately fall to the ground, Wendy leaned forward and wiggled her shoulders. Then it did fall to the ground. She put her arms around Sam's waist and leaned up to kiss him. "Come enjoy!"

She ran to the bed, jumped on it and turned over on her back. Sam took his shirt off, jumped on top of Wendy and put his hands under the back of her head. He kissed her on the mouth, and she returned the kiss. Enjoying the feel of Sam's chest against her breasts, she put her arms around his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips. She held him tight and put her tongue into the kiss. It was quickly joined by his. She pulled her knees up to his shoulders and rubbed his buttocks through his pants with her feet. Sam broke the kiss to say, "Mmmm! How did you learn to do that?"

"Gymnastics. One day I was working out and I drew my legs in that position. It occurred to me it would be a useful move with the right lover." She paused for a moment. "You're the right lover." She resumed the kiss for about ten seconds before she let go of him and told him, "Make love to my breasts."

She lay back as he kissed her on the lips again. He kissed a line down her chin and the right side of her neck, to the shoulder, then all the way down to her fingers. He kissed each finger in turn before moving over to kiss her navel. As he kissed her navel, he put his hands on either side of her breasts and caressed the sides. He slowly kissed a line from her navel to the area just below her breasts, at the same time moving his caress from the sides of her breasts to just outside the nipple. When his mouth reached her breasts, he removed his hands and then brought each one down to just graze the nipple. "They're beautiful, you know."

"God, I love that," Wendy said.

"Then you'll like this even more," Sam promised.

"No, I mean I like hearing you say they're beautiful," she said. He pulled his head up and licked her right nipple. He put the thumb and index finger of his right hand around her left nipple while he took the right into his mouth and sucked. "Do that again," Wendy asked. He let go, then took her right breast into his mouth while he lightly tweaked the left nipple. "More!" she begged. He sucked harder on the breast in his mouth while he rubbed the side of her left breast. "That's enough," she said. "Lie down." He did. "Put your hands behind your head and relax," she said. He did that too.

She climbed on top of him to kiss him. As she did, she unbuckled his belt. She removed his pants as she kissed a line from his mouth to the hem of his shorts. There was a sizable bulge in them. She pulled his shorts down to reveal a magnificent erection. "Ooh, yeah," he said.

"I haven't even started," she said.

"I know. I just like you taking my shorts off for me. It's amazing. I was about to ask you to do it," Sam explained. "With Gretchen I have to take 'em off myself, and she doesn't wear any to bed, so I don't even get to savor taking hers off.--Whoa!" The exclamation was the result of Wendy taking Sam's seven inches to the back of her throat. When she looked up at him, he saw a look of pure lust at first, but he also saw a glimmer of love behind it. She bobbed her head up and down repeatedly until he announced, "I'm gonna come!" Then she bobbed even faster until he took his hands out from behind his head. He pushed her head as far up as he could without taking her mouth off him and shot a creamy geyser into her mouth.

He lay back as she swallowed it. "Amazing," she said. "I'm sure most guys talk about who gave them the best blow job. You're the best guy I ever gave it to. You're only the second guy I've ever allowed to come in my mouth, and you're the only one considerate enough to make sure I could still breathe."

"I wish my wife did that," Sam told her.

"I wish she did too."

Sam was taken aback. "No, no. This is where you're supposed to say you're glad my wife doesn't want my dick so you can have it all to yourself."

Wendy explained, "But I don't want it all to myself. I love how beautiful you make me feel, but I care about you too. I wish your wife would give you what you need so you wouldn't have to come to me, even though I enjoy it."

Sam told her, "If I didn't have you, ehh, I'd masturbate while I read erotic fiction on the Internet. I wish Jeff would make you feel loved. I don't dislike him--I pity him because he doesn't know what he's got. You're pretty, you're intelligent and you're one of the nicest people I've ever known."

By this time Wendy had taken her belt off and undone the button on her shorts. She was straddling Sam's chest, and he knew what he was being offered. He kissed her navel again, grabbed her waist and turned over. He unzipped her shorts and pulled them off. He kissed along the waistband of her lace panties and then along each hemline. He kissed her labia through her panties, then pulled the sides down just a little and kissed the areas that he had just exposed. He pulled the panties down a little further, revealing her clitoris and the uppermost eighth-inch of her labia. He kissed along the waistband again, then came back to the center and touched her labia with his tongue at the exact spot where they met the waistband. "Oh, Sam!" Wendy exclaimed.

Sam pulled her panties down so that they were gathered right below her crotch. He put his hands under her buttocks, caressed them and licked the top of each leg just above the panties. He came back to the middle and put his tongue in between the labia at the very bottom. "Sam! Sam!" she panted. Keeping just a little of his tongue between the labia, he licked them from bottom to top and continued to the top of her clit. "Sam, make love to me!" she cried.

"Not yet," he told her. "I want to try something." He licked her vagina, in strange patterns, one after another. After the fifth, he told her, "You have such a gorgeous pussy, Wendy."

She was going insane, or so she thought. "Then fill it with your cock!" she cried, but he didn't. He continued what he was doing until she was screaming, "Please fuck me." Of course, he couldn't have penetrated her at that moment, as hard as she was shaking. When she calmed down, she asked him, "What was that all about?"

Sam ran his tongue over his lips. "Mmmm, that tasted good," he told her. "I'd heard of doing oral sex by licking the letters of the girl's name, and I wanted to see whether it worked."

"Well if working means that you just gave me the most incredible orgasm of my life, then yeah, it worked."

"I was hoping that you believed me when I said you were gorgeous. Did you like it?"

"Are you kidding? I'm only sorry I didn't hyphenate when I got married." She spread her legs far apart. "Now, do me already!"

He was already between her legs, of course, so he pulled up until he was almost face to face with her. He lifted each of her legs and placed it on top of his corresponding shoulder. "As you wish, Milady," he said. Fortunately, her orgasm had lubricated her quite well, and witnessing it had made Sam quite erect. He was able to enter her very quickly but also very smoothly.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes!" She seemed to say something with every thrust he made. "Oh, Gosh, Sam"--she paused again during his thrust--"you make me feel beautiful." She paused during another thrust. "Like I'm a princess," she said blissfully.

His next thrust was gentler, as he distracted himself momentarily by telling her, "I'm glad to hear it." His thrusts got stronger again.

"Love me, Sam!" Wendy whispered as she brought her legs down. "Fill me up!" Simultaneously and wordlessly, they turned so that they were on their sides and kept rolling until Wendy was on top. "You make me feel so good! Do I make you feel good?" she asked.

"Absolutely," he said, and with that he filled her womb. He briefly recalled Wendy mentioning that she had had her tubes tied after Tommy was born, and he was glad.

"Oh, Sam, I love how that feels," Wendy cooed as she lay on top of him.

Sam pulled out slowly and told her, "That roll was amazing. I've done it before, but no one ever had the idea at the same time. It's like we were reading each other's minds."

"Yeah, it was," Wendy agreed, "but this can't go on forever. How long can we keep doing this?"

"Until your husband gives you the love you deserve. When he does that, I'll let you go and be glad you're happy."

"And if your wife ever treats you like more than a handyman, I'll do the same. But until then, we can just take comfort in what we've got now."

Pizza Wives

Pizza Wives
By: Don Abdul (donq8y@yahoo.com)

Pizza Wives

Copyright Don Abdul ©2008

Although she was warmly received into her new upscale neighborhood that she and her husband Rowland had worked so hard for, it soon became clear to her neighbors and new found friends that Leticia Griffith was no ordinary housewife.

Her sex drive was way above average; she was a very hot freaky woman with an increasingly insatiable appetite for raw hard sex. Having shelled out so much cash for the house, Rowland had to work very hard to stay solvent; hence he was constantly on the go. Leticia who was a work-from-home wife was pretty much left to her own devices; the problem was one of what to fill her days and her hot horny pussy with.

One hot summer afternoon, as Leticia chatted with her neighbor Louisa, their discussion veered to busy husbands and horny wives, and as their discussion got deeper and more open, Leticia learned there were behind the scene secrets to the great dream of a successful marriage than met the eyes.

She confided in Louisa that she had been having problems about her high sex drive with Rowland and that she thought it was the best to seek satisfaction from other hot guys out there rather than put any more pressure on him.

She even opened up her laptop and showed Louisa the profile she had created on Adult Friend Finder website.

Name: Leticia AGE: 35 MARITAL STATUS: Married SMOKING: Yes DRINKING: Yes SPEAKS: English EDUCATION: College Graduate

WHAT I LIKE: I'm a very hot and wild woman in bed and I'm looking for someone that can keep up with my lust. My husband and I are having problems about it and I think this is the best time to seek satisfaction from other hot guys out there. Are you interested? I WANT: Someone that is hot in bed and loves to try new and exciting things. I also like guys that are very caring, thoughtful and romantic. If you can keep up with my wild side, we'll surely have a blast in bed.

As Louisa quietly read the profile, her face initially betrayed no emotions making Leticia feel a little embarrassed. As Louisa got to the end of the profile, a smile lit up her face and she patted her friends lap reassuringly. "Wow! Way to go girlfriend. By the way, there's no need to feel embarrassed about any of this. Actually we all do have our ways of handling this sort of things darling. Why do you think most of the housewives around this neighborhood love Pizza so damned much uh?" She asked with a mischievous wink

"Pizza uh? What's the connection then?" She asked, her face wrinkled with a confused frown. Louisa laughed out loud; obviously enjoying her friend's confusion as she reached for her handbag, and retrieved a plain white card with a phone number written on it. Then she leaned close to her friends ear and whispered into it whilst pressing the card into her hand.

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It took her a couple of days, but after a lot of false starts and aborted connections, she finally summoned enough courage to make the call. "D'Angello Pizza; Hello how may I help you?" A rather beautiful masculine voice greeted her at the other end. "Hi, I got your number from the friend of a friend. She said you do special home delivery of extra large Sausage Pizza".

"Ok ma'am what flavor might you be interested in then?" "I dunno, my friend said to ask for the day's special". "One special home delivery in one hour" he said after taking down her address. She felt giddy with excitement, and her nipples hardened. She had the whole house to herself. Rowland was off to close some deal in Nigeria, and wouldn't be back for another week. Leticia took a long luxuriant bath after which she had a bottle of wine as she awaited her Pizza delivery.

Ding! Dong!! The chime of the doorbell jolted her out of her horny day dream. As she opened the front door, she was greeted by a painfully handsome, hard bodied Italian man. He jet black curly hair and dark brooding eyes sparked a magic in combination with his olive skin.

"One special delivery for Mrs. Leticia Duvall" the Pizza man said as he smiled at her reaction to his dark sexy looks. "Um... uh... yes! Come right through..." she said barely making enough room for his to pass. Their bodies brushed as he entered the living room, and as she felt his hard muscles ripple she moaned softly in anticipation of what laid ahead.

Inside he told her his name was Luigi, and after she paid cash for the delivery, she offered him a glass of wine. After a bottle of vintage between them, the atmosphere became much more relaxed. Leticia asked if he'd care to dance with her and Luigi accepted; he obviously had no clue what she had in mind. She closed the drapes, turned down the lights and put on some music. Then she proceeded to site on the couch and watch Luigi dance. She gestured for him to strip tease.

Being the consummate performer, Luigi put on an impressive strip tease that ended with his hard 8" by 3" curved cock springing free and pointing menacingly at Leticia.

She promptly arose from her seat and knelt before him. Taking his cock she licked its head and then swallowed it whole. "Mmmmm!" she moaned as she enjoyed his throbbing giant sausage in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked his cock with such passion. Luigi began to groan with pleasure as she took his cock further into her throat. She was having so much fun sucking him, her husband Rowland didn't much care for foreplay. Everything with his was precisely timed as if he was always under the clock.

Leticia forced a couple of her fingers into her cock cramped mouth and kneaded his shaft even as she sucked him. He moaned louder as her fingers plucked the strings of his lust. Taking out her fingers she slipped them past her soaked thong and slowly slid then along her crack, inserting the tip of her middle finger into her hole. She wiggled it around and then moved her middle finger up her tingling clit, circling it until her body was overtaken by an orgasm."

Luigi, who was humping her mouth with so much gusto, felt the vibrations of her orgasmic love cries from deep within her throat. He tensed as his hips locked embedding hid cock deep in her throat causing her to gag as he shot his load in her mouth. She hungrily ate his cum as her tremors subsided. Licking every drop of his cum only made him recover his erection again within minutes.

He quickly undressed her and then kissed her so tenderly, as he fondled her gorgeous 38C tits. She moaned as he licked his way down the side of her neck to her hard nipples. Circling each in turn with his fiery wet tongue, he pleasure her tits. He suckled on her teat and nibbled on each before moving south in search of her swollen river of lust.

Urging her to lie on her back, he parted her thighs, and licked her swollen labia right up to her engorged clitoris. He deftly circled her clit with his tongue sending electric shudders through her with each swirl. She grabbed his head and shoved his face deeper into her sopping wet cunt, and let out a very loud moan when he dipped his tongue into her pussy. Her hips humped his face as he tongue fucked her cunt and she moaned her pleasure every step of the way.

"Oh fuck yes!!!" Do me now.... Gimme that huge sausage right now ... Please!" she begged. Ever ready to please the client, Luigi sucked on her clit briefly before moving up and aligning himself for a smooth entry.

He grasped his rock hard cock and rubbed the head along her slit, and then spread her pussy lips open with it. She moaned deeply as he plunged his cock right into her depth and then held it there for a moment before almost pulling completely out of her. He fucked her hard and deep until they both established a common rhythm. Her pussy was stretched and pounded and her lust fuelled by his long hard strokes. She felt the build up of her impending orgasm, but was so greedy for the pleasure he gave that she wasn't quite ready to let it end yet.

"Oh Luigi... take me from behind, fuck me doggy style..." she ordered. Luigi pulled out his cock with a plop! And she quickly got on all fours, shoving her ass in the air, her wet pink cunt a gaping hole begging to be filled. Grasping the base of his thick veined cock, Luigi plunged it into her forcing the air out of her lungs. He fucked her from a gentle rocking of his hips back and forth to a hard thrusting assault on her pussy from every conceivable angle. Within minutes of his deep hard penetration, she tensed and let out an other-worldly sound as her orgasm hit hard. Her ass shook as her body shuddered, and her pussy walls gripped his shaft kneading every fiber of his erection. His thick veined shaft was slick with syrup of her release.

Holding her up by her ass, he pulled out of her dripping cunt and then scooping her pussy juice her rubbed it into her ass, fingering it deep inside her puckered anus. He held the head of his steely cock to her ass and pushed hard until her sphincter succumbed to his penile invasion of her back portal. Spreading her ass cheeks apart he inspected the beauty of his cock embedded in her tight asshole. He could tell that she wasn't an anal virgin though. He fed her his cock inch by precious inch until he was half way buried in her ass.

She moaned and cooed sweet little nothings as he fucked her ass, throwing her ass back harder against his thrusts. "Oh yes! Fuck me harder.... Oh spank my ass". He gave her a light open handed spank on the ass, but that only made her demand for more. "Oh yes! Harder, spank it harder!" she had hardly spoken when the loud cracking sound of his smacking of her ass rent the ear half a second before she felt the delicious sting of his spank. "Mmmmm! Yessssssss!" she moaned as her pleasures peaked.

Helping things along, she reached for her tingling clit and rubbed it furiously sending shivers through her body.

"Oh Shit!" Luigi cursed as his hips locked into a deep thrust. His back arched and he grabbed her ass for support as he pumped her asshole full of his cum. Her flicking fingers pinched her clit sending a shockwave through her. Her ass wiggled and clenched on his cock milking him of every last drop of cum as she herself orgasmed. They collapsed into a heap as they caught their breath.

She offered his a little personal extra as a way of thanking him for the anal experience, but he declined, saying it was his pleasure to be of service. She knew from that moment that she would be ordering D'Angello Pizza again very soon.

Overnight Guest

Overnight Guest [part 1 of 2]
By: Kill Bill (HD_mech81@yahoo.com)

It was late. Cheryl (my wife) and Mary (our next-door neighbor) had been out most of the evening. Mary's husband was away on business and I'd volunteered to watch her son for the evening. Cheryl and I thought she could use a little cheering up.

Mary was 24 and some kind of hot. Shoulder length brown hair, slender but curvy and she had the sweetest way about her. You liked her immediately and she was such a friendly woman. We'd lived next door to her and her husband, Hector for about 7 or 8 months. A couple of times, we'd had them over for dinner or a cook out.

Mary liked short skirts and seemed to want to show her natural beauty off. She had small, pert tits and a tight, great-looking ass. She was a bit of a flirt on occasion but lately had seemed down in the dumps. Cheryl and I figured it was because Hector was away so much.

Well, I had been the good sport but it was pushing two in the morning and my fun meter was just about pegged. I was checking out the window for about the hundredth time when they finally came rolling in. Both women were very, very drunk. They were laughing and leaning on each other and made a big fuss over me for being such a good guy and letting them get out and let their hair down a little. Cheryl gave me a big kiss and as my hand was sliding down her back, Mary moved in close hugging Cheryl from behind. It was friendly and fun and nice. I especially enjoyed the fact that the back of my hand, now on Cheryl's beautiful ass, was pressed into Mary's crotch. Mary either didn't notice or didn't care but I certainly was enjoying the attention!

We eased apart. It was over that quick. Cheryl was smiling and pulling me toward the bedroom. She and Mary had already decided that there was no reason to wake Mary's son and no reason for Mary to go home to an empty house.

"I'll sleep right here on the couch. I'll be out in just a minute or two anyway," said Mary.

Cheryl threw her some blankets and a pillow and said, "I have got to get to bed."

"I had a great time tonight. Thanks, Cheryl." said our drunken houseguest. "Good night, guys!"

I had on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Cheryl was pulling her clothes off all the way to our room, trailing shoes and dress and camisole and panties all over the floor. She leaned on me for support and slurred, "Time for your reward!" She went to her knees right there in the doorway not twenty feet from Mary (but just around the corner) and pulled my dick out. "Just what I need!" she said, rolling her tongue over the end of my hardening cock. Cheryl is a superb sex partner and a world-class blowjob expert. Wet, soft, sucking, licking, hungry, her hands were pulling on my ass then cradling my balls. I was in heaven. Cheryl's long blonde hair cascaded over my thighs as I leaned back in the doorway. My hard rod was about three quarters of the way in her mouth when I came hard as she pulled firmly on my ballsack with one hand and slipped a wet finger up my ass with the other.

It was quite a turn-on, too, knowing that Mary was just around the corner and most likely at least hearing the whole thing. I could see the end of the couch from where I was and Mary could certainly have been seeing the whole thing if she wanted to.

Cheryl had cum on her throat and tits and was trying to get up and make it to the bed. She finally gave up and crawled across the floor. At twenty-two years of age, Cheryl was a beauty. Sweet natured, she stood 5'9'' and had large tits and a trim waist. Two long, lovely legs that made a completely fantastic ass of themselves. Cheryl hated bras and loved to show off her tits. She was a true blonde, fair haired and fair skinned and had a lovely pussy edged in trimmed, soft, downy, yellow hair.

My plan was to enjoy my beautiful wife some more in our bed. I forgot to close the door. Covers thrown back, I moved against her naked body with a raging need for completion. She moaned -- not a "come and get it, big boy!" moan but a "guess who passed out?" moan. I didn't care. I spread her legs and entered her wet pussy. My need was strong but, hell, she was passed out and limp as a dishrag. I fucked her anyway and pulled out, trailing cum over the sheets. "Well, that didn't quite go the way I'd wanted it to." I thought to myself. I'd cum twice but I still felt unfulfilled. Do you know what I mean? I thought, "Damn, I sure wished she'd stayed with me a little longer."

What the hell, I pulled a sheet over my sexy lover and pulled on my robe. I went into the kitchen to get a drink and make sure the house was locked up for the night. The lights were out. It was dark. I heard Mary stirring in the living room. She coughed. I filled a glass with water and went to the doorway. "Would you like a drink?" I asked. "Thanks." she said. She drank about half the water and sat up, propping against the end of the couch. "Thanks for fixing it so we could go out tonight. It was fun. I needed that."

"No problem", I replied easing into my chair across from where she sat.

Mary leaned forward. "Cheryl really loves you, you know. There were a couple of guys hitting on us tonight and she gave them the 'heave ho'. They didn't know what had hit them. I have to admit though, we had been flirting a little but she certainly knows where to go when she needs her man." A tear ran down her cheek. She was talking very softly now and I had to lean forward to hear. "I'd give anything to have that kind of love and attention. I get so lonely." She reached over and placed her hand on my knee. She knelt in front of me, looking up and I automatically reached out and cradled her face in my hands. She leaned in close. I could feel her breath on my leg and suddenly realized just how naked I was under the robe! My cock stirred. I slid forwarded and put my arms around her trying to comfort her but getting aroused by her nearness. She smelled of perfume and soap and rose up on her knees as she accepted my embrace and folded herself into it. Now, both on our knees, face to face, she moved her mouth to mine. It felt like the most natural thing in world, soft, pulling, calming, then stirring. I tasted her tongue. I stroked her hair. I held her close. I felt her arms encircle me and begin to rub my back. We kissed again. My hands were around her waist loosely but hers moved in between us. She tugged on my belt and the robe opened a bit. She put her arms around me inside the robe and pressed herself close. It was a deep, intense, beautiful moment. She needed comfort. I wanted to comfort her. Both of us felt the need to be closer. She pushed my shoulders back and I was leaning against my chair. She straightened up a little and unbuttoned her blouse and put it behind her on the couch. Next went the bra. She never took her eyes from mine and I was hopelessly lost in her gaze. She put out her hands and stood up, pulling me from the floor with those deep, gazing eyes. I forgot to breathe. I gasped as we came slowly, gently together again. Somehow on the way up, her skirt and panties had ended up around her ankles. She stepped out of them. Not a word. Just eyes. I gently picked her up. She was light as a feather. She was warm and soft and willing and I laid her back on the couch and moved between her legs. She arched her back and reached for my cock, guiding it in. She gasped as I entered her smoothly and firmly. She was so tight! Once inside, I stopped moving. I filled her completely. She began to rock her hips and I picked up the motion. I pulled her upright, still buried to the hilt and lifted her enough so she was sitting, facing me, her legs around my hips. Face to face, close enough to exchange breath, I began to move. She rocked with me and rolled her head back, her chin pointed up in the air. I leaned forward and sampled her breasts. She had puffy nipples. They were stiff from arousal but puffy at the same time. Her breasts were firm and I kissed and licked them as she moaned and contracted that unbelievably tight pussy. It went on like that for about eight or ten minutes. No hurry, just intense feeling. I don't think I've ever been that hard.

Mary leaned back to me and pushed my shoulders back, back, until I was lying on the couch and she was sitting on top of me. She teased my face with her tits. She began to grind her impaled pussy hard against me. Her pussy contracted, released, contracted, again and again. Her hands roamed all over my chest. I played with her flat stomach and arched my back, raising her in the air so I could reach her firm, little ass. She bounced and began to flail and put everything she had into fucking me.

I came. I kept fucking anyway. I stayed hard and Mary threw herself roughly down on me as she came as well. I couldn't breathe. I could've died happy right then. We were sweaty and slippery and satisfied. We were as close as two people can get.

I held her. Still inside her, I began to kiss her gently. She kissed me back softly but insistently. Mary was happy and we fell asleep just like that with her lying on top of me.

I woke up a little later and covered Mary with a blanket and folded her clothes. I went to bed and snuggled against Cheryl and drifted off. The next morning... Well, I'll tell you what happened the next morning in Chapter Two.

The Doughnut Shoppe

The Doughnut Shoppe
By: Groovenut (groovenut1@aim.com)

*This story is a joined effort between myself and a female author. Her name is Allison, she is also published on this site. The first part is from he male point of view, and Allison brings it home from the women's point of view. Feel free to send feedback to us both. Thanks for your time, enjoy!*

The Doughnut Shoppe

It was Saturday morning, and I was working. I only have to do this once a quarter so I usually count my blessings and head in. This particular Saturday I was in charge of doughnuts and coffee, so I made a pit stop at my local crispy kreme. The wait in line was unusually long, and I hadn't even noticed the petite blonde next to me in line until she started our conversation with "If we wait any longer we'll b engaged before we get out dozen." I nodded and agreed taking the moment to check out her form. She was shorter than me, as most women are, considering I am 6'2'. Her name was Donna, and she was taking her kids to swim practice. We chatted and flirted for about 15 mins inside the dougnut shoppe, ad I headed for the car. We made eye contact again as I was buckling the seat belt and that was it, I had to take a shot. I quickly found an old business card and jotted down my cell number. I waited for her kids to get a refill of soda and dropped it off. Her smile when I said " Call me, and we'll do drinks" told me that I had made the right move.

The next day, the call came. "Hey there, its Donna from the doughnut shoppe, lets meet up on Tuesday for those drinks. I'll arrange for a sitter for the kids since my husband is out of town."

My mind raced all day Monday, how would this go. I had never been unfaithful to my wife before, but this opportunity seemed too good to pass up.

Tuesday finally arrived; we had traded some text messages back and forth to work out an exact date and time. Just the thought of having her all to myself made my manhood stir. I arrived at the bar, and there she was. She had traded her t-shirt and cargo shorts for a red halter top and a moderately short black skirt. She was very attractive. I noticed she had left her wedding band on, as had I. All I cold say was "Wow" as I kissed her hand upon my arrival. She smelled intoxicatingly good. I started the small talk with our conversation at the Krispy Kreme. " So I think we should at least sleep together before we go getting engaged dontcha think?" "weeeeeellll...maybe," she replied. The coy small talk continued for about an hour, we ate, we drank, and we enjoyed each other's company. After a few drinks, we had become comfortable with each other and I figured it was time to see how serious she was. During our conversation I slid my hand over to her leg. She hesitated in mid sentence as we both knew what that signal meant. I leaned over and whispered, "Are we ready to get out of here?" Her smell again, making me want her so. A simple nod of her head was all I needed. With the bill paid we headed to the cars.

I stopped her at her car door, gently grabbing her arm, "Ive gotten us a room right down the street". "We dont need that she replied, I have an empty house." With that our lips met for the 1st time. I could feel her tremble as I slid my hands around her waist. We kissed fervently for the next 5 minutes. As we came up for air, all I could think to say was "God I want you!" "Well you better get in" she replied.

The drive to her house was a short one thank God. My hands ran up and down her thigh as she drove. She slid her hand over to get a preview of my semi-hardness at the one traffic light on the route. We arrived with very little conversation. I could feel the tension grow as we entered her place.

The door clicked shut and I followed her to the kitchen. She started to check her machine for messages, but we quickly were engulfed in each other. This time as out bodies met out hands began to explore. Mine over her ass, and hers to my now very hard manhood. I found the zipper and quickly dispatched her skirt as I kissed down her neck. I could hear her moan softly as I nibbled her ear. Her leg had wrapped around me after her skirt hit the floor. I had not even noticed my untucked shirt or unbuttoned pants. As we released my pants dropped to the floor. I took a moment to admire her black lace thong. I then removed her halter and revealed her breasts. They were magnificent. Her nipples, the size of quarters, and rock hard. She began to caress my cock through my boxers and I sucked her nipple.

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I think it was then that we realized where we were. I continued to moan as he sucked my nipple and lifted me into his arms. He mumbled something against my chest about finding the bedroom. We both giggled a little as we embraced and stumbled our way into the room. All silliness evaporated once he tenderly placed me on the bed and looked into my eyes. I knew I had to have him the same way I knew when I first met him in the donut shop.

"Take me," I told him, "right now."

He didn't need to be told twice. A short moan of arousal was released from his throat before he devoured my mouth with his. I kissed him back with all the passion that had been pent up inside of me all those years my husband ignored me. With only his actions, he told me I was sexy again.

My mind snapped back to him when I realized his kisses had trailed down to my belly button and I knew where he was headed. I moaned in anticipation and tangled my hands in his hair, urging him on. Oh, I couldn't wait for it.

After what seemed like an eternity from my belly button to the top of my landing strip, he finally reached my center. First, he looked up at me. My eyes pleaded his and his smirked at me, knowing just how much power he held over me at that moment. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly stuck his tongue out and licked just the top of my clit. "Please," I pleaded with him again. Again, he took his time. But he did move down lower and finally licked the entire length of my slit and then took my most sensitive element between his lips......I lost it.

At one point, I had been just enjoying the feeling of his hair in my hands and being able to hold on to something. When his tongue so skillfully explored my inner and outer lips, I began to use my hold on his hair to my advantage. I pulled him deeper and arched my back so I could thrust my hips forward to meet his traveling tongue. This seemed to fuel him some and began to give me what I really wanted. He became completely animalistic. He grunted and groaned into my pussy as he licked as fast and as thoroughly as he could. He stuck his amazing tongue as deep into me as possible. One more nibble of my clit and I flew over the edge. I screamed and writhed around in ecstasy as he held my hips down and attempted to lap it all up.

As I began to wind down, he began to inch his way up my body. I watched him as he kissed his way up my belly, barely stopping at my breasts, nibbling on my neck and then finally my lips. I tasted myself for the first time. It was strangely arousing and I was instantly recharged and ready to give this amazing man what he deserved. I felt his member pulsing against my thigh as we continued to kiss. I moved slightly in order to give him better access. He quickly took advantage. I first felt him wetting just the head of his rather large cock. He looked into my eyes then. I saw a raw lust I hadn't seen in a man ever before. No words were needed.

I spread my legs a little farther and he immediately thrust in. I cried out with the feeling of complete fullness. He simply held himself there for a moment before he began to drive himself slowly at first gaining speed. Before long, he was fucking me like a man possessed. I bounced off the bed at his vigor and tempo and I began to mutter incoherent words as I neared another breath-taking climax. I could feel him tensing up as well. His balls became heavier with each slap to my inner thighs.

"Cum with me, Donna," he whispered and then bit my ear lobe.

"Yes. YES!" I moaned in response.

"Ready? Oh God, ready? CUM!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he yelled as he thrust twice hard into me and shook with his orgasm.

I felt him finish filling me and then he collapsed, kissing my forehead.

"Thank you," he muttered as he began to nibble on my neck again.

"Mmmmm...thank you," I replied enjoying the feeling of this man on top of me; the man who had just given me the most pleasure I'd had in years.

We saw each other every once and a while at the donut shop after that. I would have my kids or husband in tow and he would be doing his quarterly trip for the office and we would just discreetly smile at each other. It was only a one time thing, but I don't think either of us will forget the time we had together.

My Wife - a Fantasy fullfilled

My Wife - a Fantasy fullfilled
By: Ddcruz

I always had a fantasy of seeing my wife make love to another person. I never thought that it would become a reality. But it became a reality. When I first mentioned it to her, she became very angry .In fact for two days she did not even properly talk to me. She was born and brought up in a very conservative and religious atmosphere. Even the word sex was dirty to her. Later I started to mention it whenever we made love. Soon she also started to like it. But she did not admit it.

But whenever we mad love, I used to tell her about my fantasy. She told me that it would always remain a fantasy. Anyway the fantasy became a reality and coming to my story.

I am David happily married to my wife Michelle. I am 27 and she is 25. We have a daughter Laura who is aged four. I work for a Private firm as sales executive. Michelle is a housewife. When we were married I was between jobs. It was only after one year of getting married I got my current job. My first posting was a bit far from my place. Anyway coming to my story, at that time Michelle was six months pregnant. I went to the new place. Through a friend I was able to get a suitable place for accommodation in the new place. It was only after our child was born that I took my family to the new house. It was a rented house, which had a cheap rent. The house belonged to one Richard. He stayed a little further from our house. He was about 40 years of age married and had two children. Right from the time we met we became very friendly. He taught in a nearby Junior College. He was well built and robust. It was hard to believe that he was a teacher. After I brought my wife and child to the new place we became friendlier. People used to call him Richie.

My wife who is very reserved also became very friendly with him .At times we used to go to his home. His wife Anna also was very friendly with us. Richie used to come at least twice to our house. He used to enquire us whether we have any difficulties or needed some sort of help. He had arranged a servant to help my wife. Within the three years that we had stayed there we had become good family friends with Richie and his wife. We admitted Laura to the KG classes in the school were Richie was teaching. I used to take her in the morning and Michelle would bring her back. Michelle had seemed very happy over the period of time. Once when I returned home from office I noticed Richie's Car in the front porch of the house. As I entered the house I heard some laughter. It was my wife. There was Richie telling some jokes and she was laughing at it. She told me that Richie was telling about some of the students and their behavior in the school. Richie told me that the school day program was approaching and invited us to be present for it. He left then.

It was after supper in the night that certain thoughts had come into my mind. Michelle would at times be telling about Richie. When we were married Michelle was very shy in bed .It took me some time to persuade her to tell of some thoughts on sex. We had a fairly active sex life and we loved each other very much. Most of our sex was limited to missionary position .I had once tried anal but it was painful for her and she did not like it. There was an employees meeting in our department that was in Houston. It was a two-day program. I had to leave.

I told Richie that I wont be there for two days .He told me not to worry about my family and that he would arrange the maid servant to stay in my house and that he would see to it. I left for the two-day program and returned. It was on Saturday and Sunday and I returned by Monday morning. I had already applied for leave on Monday. Michelle greeted me at the door. She had taken the child to the school and just returned. I saw that she was not in the usual mood. I asked her whether anything was wrong. She told me that she wanted to tell me something. I told her that I would take a quick wash and would come soon. When I came she was sitting in the dining room with my tea. After I had my tea I asked her about what she had to say. She told me not to get angry and to gently listen to her. I shall give you the details what she said to me.

Richie came in the morning since it was Saturday and classes were only upto 12. He asked me whether I needed any help or something to buy. I told him that I did not want anything. He told me to get him a glass of water. When I had gone to the kitchen he had followed me. He told me that I was very beautiful and David was very lucky to have me. After drinking the water he took my hands and kissed it. I was very shocked at his behavior. I pulled away my hand from him. He then told me that he had admired my beauty and had a special love for me. I told him not to say such things. Suddenly he came closer and embraced me. I had never expected something like that. He was so strong for me. He kissed on my lips. He pressed me against the wall and gave a kiss.

Then he rained kisses in my face and breasts .I couldn't stop him and all I could do was to obey him. Then he kissed gently on my lips and said that he loved me very much. He then let me go and said that he was sorry .He told me that he wanted to make love to me. I told him that it was wrong and it would ruin our family reputation. He then left.

Hearing all this the first thought that had come to my mind was to go and bash him. But there was some thoughts going on in my mind. I had a fantasy of seeing my wife with another man this was a thought that had come during the last one year ever since Richie and Michelle had become good friends. I asked Michelle whether she likes Richie. She was shocked at what I had asked. She told me that she loves me more than anything in the world. I told about my fantasy and she was more shocked. I told her that since he had made a pass at her it would be easy to fulfill my fantasy. She did not reply to it. That night when Laura was asleep, I called Michelle and asked her about it. I told her to be frank and asked her whether she likes Richie. She told me that she had liked him and that she loves me only. I kissed her and that night we made a very passionate love.

The next day I took Laura to school and met Richie there. He was as usual. He asked me about my trip. I told him that everything was ok. In the evening I asked Michelle about my fantasy.

She asked me whether I was serious. I told her that I want to make it happen. She told me that it would ruin our relationship. I told her that I loved her very much and nothing would happen. The next few days I kept on telling her about my fantasy and asked her to make it a reality.

It was Michelle who used to bring our daughter from school. At times she would be able to see Richie in the school. Ever since the incident in my house Richie's visit to our house had reduced. I told Michelle to be friendly with him. All these days I kept telling Michelle to make my fantasy a reality. And finally Michelle told me on a Saturday that she had talked with Richie at the school. He told her that he was sorry for his behavior and to forget it. I knew that some more effort and she would fulfill my fantasy. I knew that she had a special liking for Richie. And finally the summer vacation was starting. The exams were over and Richie's wife and children had gone to their native place .I knew that this was a perfect time. I kept on repeating my fantasy to Michelle and finally she asked me" Dave, are sure you want me to do this?" I told her that I was longing to see this and it's only a fantasy.

And then she gave me the big YES. She also made a condition that it would be once only. That was a very happy day for me. That night we made a very passionate love.

The next day Richie came to our house. His visits were less. I was about to leave for my office. I told him to talk to Michelle. I left for my office. My thoughts were centered on how she would behave to him. In the office I was thinking of what would have happened at home. When I returned home Michelle gave me the details. Michelle had prepared tea for Richie. He again apologized for his behavior She said that it was over and she had forgotten. Then they started to talk. He told her that lately his sex life was not good and his wife had not much interest. She went to the kitchen and they continued the talk .As he was about to leave Michelle called him towards him and gave him a very passionate kiss. She said that Richie was very thrilled and surprised. The kiss was longer than anticipated Richie kissed hungrily. His hands started to roam in her breast area. Soon she pushed him free. She told him that she wanted to make love to him. Richie had a surprised look on his face.

She told him that she would tell him of the day when they could make love. Richie left the home as a happy person. When I heard this I was totally shocked and thrilled and wondered whether this was my same wife Michelle. She asked me whether I was happy with all that happened. I finally made plans for the big day and my fantasy was going to become a reality. I decided the day and made some arrangements in our bedroom so that I could watch the entire happenings. Richie came in the morning as I was leaving home. As usual I told him to talk to Michelle. Michelle was about to take our child to the nearby playschool. Since it was summer vacation we had admitted Laura to a nearby playschool. After I left Michelle Laura and Richie went out to the play school. I had already told a plan and she did what I told her. And the day of my fantasy arrived....

Richie came at 9.30 and Michelle was at home after taking Laura to the play school .She greeted Richie. As soon as he entered she closed the door. All this while I was hiding in a special portion of the storeroom next to our bedroom. Certain brick portions were loose and I had made it in a special way to see all that would happen in our bedroom.

Michelle took him straight to the bedroom (all instructions as I had given to her). As soon as they entered she locked the room. Slowly she went towards him and Richie kissed her lips. As soon as I saw this I got an erection. The kiss was slow at first and then it became very passionate. Her hands were on his neck and Richie had his hands on her waist. Slowly the front portion of the blouse was pulled down and his hands were roaming in her waist area (.my wife has a little belly and she is awfully sexy.) She started to have her hands on his hair. Those same things that she does when we make love. Richie's hands were now roaming in her bum area. My wife has shapely bums. At first she seemed hesitant with this but soon his kisses made her hot. Slowly Richie started to remove her dress. She seemed to co-operate in a very good way. Once the skirt was removed she helped him to remove the panty and bra. I could not believe at what I was seeing. There was my wife exposing to Richie. Once the bra was removed Richie watched her sometime. Ever since our daughter Laura was born she had her breasts little sagged. But they were still hot. She stood in her nudity. Richie reached for her breasts. Slowly he lowered his face on her breasts and started to fondle and kiss them. Michelle moaned with pleasure. He began to suck her tasty tits. He then lifted his face and kissed her lips. There was that bushy pubic hair sticking out of her snatch. There stood my wife completely naked in front of Richie. He reached for her pubic area .He slowly had his hand caressing her pelvic area. He lowered himself down and then buried his head in her pelvic area. Michelle let out a loud moan. I could see that he was kissing and eating her vagina. As he was doing this, his hands were roaming along her thighs and bums. At times I could see that he was squeezing her bums.

After a few minutes he turned her aside and started to kiss her bums. I was very much turned on by seeing the happenings. I had never done such things. Here my wife was enjoying all this. He squeezed her bums, kissed it and even licked her anus. I never thought a schoolteacher such as Richie would do such things. After some time Richie got up and started to remove his dress. He removed his shirt and pants quickly then his underwear. He was robust and well build .He should have been a sportsperson not a schoolteacher. As imagined his penis was big in size about 8 inches long and very thick (mine is six). There was a dark strip of pubic hair. It was erected and seemed like it was about to explode. He again reached for Michelle and kissed her passionately. He took her hand and placed it on his penis. He then whispered something in her ear, which I could not hear. She smiled gently and started to fondle his penis- a scene that aroused me much. He then sat on the bed and pulled her on his lap. The kissing continued in a very intimate and hot way. Was she fulfilling my fantasy or hers? He started to suck her juicy breasts like a he was very hungry. Slowly he laid her on the bed. Then he got from the bed and reached for his pants. I wondered whether he had stopped. He pulled something from his pants' pocket. Soon I found out what it was condoms. He took one and started to put it on his penis. As soon as he had put he reached for Michelle. Slowly he reached for her and kissed her lips. As he kissed her, she slowly started to open her thighs inviting him. She reached for his penis and guided it into her pussy.

As soon as he entered her she let a loud moan. She had her thighs wrapped on his hips .the first few strokes were strong and he was wild on her. Then it was gentle and he pumped slowly and kept on kissing her. After they had climaxed he got up from her. He removed his condoms and started to wipe his penis. Michelle seemed totally relaxed. She got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. After some time she returned. Richie went near her and kissed her. He told her that it was nice sex and he had enjoyed it very much. He started to kiss her again. He turned her and started to rub his penis on my wife's bum she started to moan again. At the same time he kept on kissing her neck. The rubbing became very intense and finally he had his penis in her bum. Slowly at first and then he started to fuck her bum in a very intense way. It seemed that she had some pain and then I could see that she was enjoying it. Richie really tormented her butt and finally he had his semen dripping from my wife's bum. He turned her towards him and they started to kiss again. He laid her on the bed and started to kiss her again. I never thought Richie had such vigor.

He pulled Michelle on top of him and they started to kiss and feel each other. They rested for some time and Richie took Michelle to the adjoining bathroom. I could not make out or see what took place in the bathroom. (Michelle told me later that Richie had cleaned her and that they had taken a bath together). They returned after a few minutes and then both of them got dressed. Richie kissed her and thanked her for the love and affection. He then left. The entire proceedings had taken place within a span of 70 minutes. (I had masturbated twice during this time)

I came from my hiding place. Michelle seemed totally exhausted. She smiled at me and asked me whether I had enjoyed the show. I went straight to her and kissed her passionately in her mouth. I asked her whether she has enjoyed it and she said that she did enjoy. I thanked her for fulfilling my fantasy. She told me that since the fantasy is over, not to mention about it again. That night we made a very passionate love. But what had happened was the beginning of a new series of affair that my wife was to have with Richie and me with Richie's wife. Those stories will be told later.