Hamn Magasinet

A Rude Crude Mood

admin — Fri, 09 May 2008 09:06:49 +0000

Walking in after a hard day at work you see me chatting on the computer and walk up behind me grabbing my hair pulling me back and kissing me very hard. Maybe you are thinking I’m talking to another man, as I’m hoping to get you to show a little jealousy along the way. No, I am just in a down and dirty mood you tell me.
That makes me smile because I love you that way. I love it when you’re just ravenous of me. So you’re feeling like you want to spank me when you see what I’m wearing and it’s getting you hotter than hell. Show me your bad boy side. You’ve been thinking of what I have been doing all day.
You are dropping your jeans telling me to be nice and you will be nice to me too. OH baby I’ll be so nice, I promise. You go over and sit on the couch pants around your ankles cock at full mast waiting for me. I approach you quickly because I want you so badly.
As I do you give me a swat on my bare ass underneath my gown blowing in the breeze of the open window on this windy spring day. I give you a hot wet kiss on the lips and kneel down in front of you telling you, Wow baby do it again I’m feeling froggy. SWAT what are you going do? As I’m softly telling you and whispering I WANT YOUR HARD COCK. “Then you have to earn it”, you tell me.
So I start by kissing your balls giving them a little tug each time you shudder a little more. As I do you see that I have one of my toys out on the desk and I ask you what I have been doing with that? Laughing I say, “caught me huh”?
I’m nibbling your nipples a little too along the way to your throbbing cock. What were you doing with that? Thinking of you baby what else. You move back so that I can’t get to you and say, “show me” with an evil grin on your face.
I was wishing you were home with me and not at work so long so “BOB” my battery operated boyfriend came out to play while I waited for you. “Ok then show me you don’t like him better than me”, I hear you say.
Even though that could never be the case because I love you so much and enjoy making love to you in every way I still like to tease you a bit because our lovemaking gets a little hotter each time. So I obey and begin to show you.
I start rubbing BOB’S head on my clit as I do you start stroking your cock slowly. He doesn’t compare to you baby, giving you a wink. He just keeps me happy while you’re away and I’m sitting here all day thinking of you.
Slowly you start smiling as you see my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I’m moving BOB faster and you start stroking faster. And I want you more with each stroke. Then when you can’t control yourself any more you go down and engulf my sweet lips and hot pussy. My clit is teasing you to come closer to bury your face inside. As my muscles start to contract you pull me off the couch, and bend me over the couch. Mmmm, have I earned your cock baby?
You run your hard wet cock deep in to me OH YES. With a hard slap on my ass OUCH! You grab it and go in deeper and deeper. I grind myself backwards feeling all your manhood inside me. Fill me baby I WANT ALL OF YOU.
You drive your cock harder into me as you explode deep within me. I’ll take your explosion and raise you a load baby, want to double down? You pull out and are still hard very hard, guess so. What are you going do now I hear you mutter through a clenched jaw? I grab your hand and put it in my wet spot as I do you start to finger me. Then I grab your other one and put it on my ass. You ask do you I like that? I want you to take both of my hot spots baby. Yes I do, and you know it.
You slide a finger into my tight ass. Are you getting me ready for your hard cock I hope? Maybe you say with a grin on your face. Just maybe baby? My ass needs your love today. You say, tell me how bad you want it? Sugar, I’ve thought about you so much today I couldn’t wait for you to have me. It drives me crazy being without you.
Then with out a word you pull your fingers out of me and bend me back over the couch. Mmmm with my sweet ass high in the air, wanting you, you lick my ass deeply. Oh baby I’m so hot you ignite my burning desires, TAKE ME.
You spread my cheeks and set the tip of your cock right at my opening. I feel your cock pulsing wanting me. Ah, then slowly you go into me, and I want you there so badly. You slide into me deeply pounding deeper and harder holding my hair clenched between your fingers. “Do you like that”, you ask? As you’re ramming in and out of me kissing me rough and softly at the same time. Oh yes baby I do. “Then tell me again”, you say.
You’re driving me crazier with each trust of your cock, deeper baby deeper. I want to feel you baby, I want to feel you’re hot cum running out my ass when you cum for me baby. Just then you grind deeper into me as you let loose your load deep into me and collapse on top of me. Awwwww baby how sweet that feels. I’m so glad you’re in one of your rude crude moods today.
This vision came to be because my man was in one of his rude crude moods, which gave me the idea and inspiration for this story! Vern keep them cumming and you’ll keep me cumming.
I’m forever yours,
V@–}–2–{–@V
04/05/05

Anal Lover Ch. 07

admin — Fri, 09 May 2008 05:06:17 +0000

Summer Highlights - Part 1
HI,
This is the seventh in a series of stories from the life and mind of a true anal lover. Some of the contents of these stories will be from actual experience, other parts from a long wish list. Let me put my cards on the table. I am hopelessly and completely in love with the female ass. It is her crowning glory, sexually and sensually speaking. And the asshole is the jewel in the crown. These stories aren’t about anal action, they are about anal adoration. If you get that then the stories I write will mean something to you. If you don’t, then there is nothing more I can say.
Story line:
Al’s birthday weekend has come and gone. It’s back to the real world. Here are some of the highlights of the first half of their summer…
Enjoy,
Iaatah
*******
******* Week one
Reality bites…
My words came true. Reality did bite us on the ass - hard. Not that any particular thing happened. We had been so deep in our own loving, sensual reality that it was really hard to adjust to work and the other things of everyday life.
In preparation for Susan’s birthday I started taking a lot of pictures of her, in many different poses. Not that I had her pose. Didn’t want that. Just took a lot of pictures of her as she went about her day. I was looking for a specific collection for her gift. Probably took a couple thousand. Loved them all. But in the end there were only about sixty or seventy I was really looking for. When I took a couple of her on the john she really began to wonder about what I was up to. In due time my love, in due time…
To help us through our days Susan got back to our anal games. At work, call me an assistant or not, I was her bum boy too. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
As part of the games she would now have me kiss her feet, and not just her bum. I found myself enjoying this more and more. Kissing any part of my sweet baby is quality time.
It was a real surprise the first time she came into my office, had me stand up, took my pants down to my knees and had me bend over my desk while she kissed my butt. How many employees get their boss kissing their ass?
She also added giving head to our games. On occasion she was on the phone while I kissed her sweet ass or licked her pussy. Now I found myself holding conversations while she was eating me - sometimes my dick, sometimes my ass. And we were getting paid for this? Well, not really. We didn’t let it interfere with our work so I guess technically it was on our own time even if it was at our work place…
Thanks, butt no thanks…
One of the first things Susan found when we got back was another picture of her sweet butt, similar to the one that Anna had sent her. The kisses were made with a different lipstick than we knew Anna used. Turns out it was a thank you from Anna’s boss. Obviously that relationship was going well. Another box of expensive chocolates was with it. Susan just winked at me. We knew exactly what we were going to do with those.
“I knew it” I said. “The whole world wants to kiss your sweet bum. And well it should.”
“Even if that were true, the world is out of luck. No one is getting near my bum again but you - and my doctor.”
She wasn’t smiling. I looked at her with a questioning look.
“It was fun what I shared with Anna. But since then I have realized that I wouldn’t do it again. In a way I am sorry I allowed it then…” She shrugged.
“Why? You didn’t try to hide anything, or have an affair behind my back. It was just friendly fun, wasn’t it?”
“That’s true. But you and I have grown closer since then. We are a couple now. So long as we are, I don’t feel comfortable with anyone touching me in any sexual way, except you. Even if it is just some friendly, playful kissing, on the ass or anywhere else. Doesn’t seem right to me. Do you understand?”
“I think so. And I appreciate it. I feel the same way actually.”
“Good. Guess we better get to that meeting then. I am thankful for the chocolates though.” She just winked at me. So was I. The heat from her sweet ass hole made all chocolates extra special.
At the gym…
Susan finally introduced me to Judy when we went to the gym one night, after hours of course. we hit it off right away.
“So this is the guy who makes my dear friend so happy. Really glad to meet you, Al.”
“Likewise, Judy. I want to thank you for the great job you did on that video of Susan. I loved every second of it.”
“I’m glad you did. Susan almost drove me crazy editing that thing. She wanted everything just perfect for you. I got so horny doing that video that I went home and fucked my guy blind every night for a week. Not that he objected mind you. Plus we got some great ideas for making out in a gym, which will probably take us awhile to explore. Love every minute of it.”
Had to laugh. “Well, it was perfect. Thanks again. Also want to thank you for letting us use the gym like this.”
“No problem, Al. Susan and I are like sisters. Any time. Just make sure you lock up when you leave. And have fun.” Judy was on her way out the door. She had to be somewhere. I wanted to talk to her about my video idea for Susan but it would have to wait.
“We will” Susan called after her. She turned to me. “Well, where do you want to begin?”
We tried several things that night. We both came up with some new ideas. It had started out with me wanting to kiss Susan’s sweet behind while she did certain exercises. That will always be a part of our workouts. Only now, Susan had decided to reverse the roles. She had become my anal lover and was proving that she was willing, even desiring, to do everything to me I wanted to do, and did do, to her. How did I get so fucking lucky?
One of the things we did do was put a bench across the treadmill. Susan sat on it while I walked and jogged. It put her at just the right height to give me head. Then she used the stepper. She bent way over, resting her upper body on the console, as she pumped her legs up and down. This gave me good access to kiss and eat her ass and pussy. Her motion caused her hips to sway back and forth, as well as up and down. Gave my face quite a ride. We fed each other with our juices quite nicely that night.
Now that we were on our way to making love through full genital contact we started to look for ways to do that as well. Had to plan for the future. Having Susan bend over while I take her from behind, while on the treadmill, appealed to us. The action of my hips while I walked, then jogged, should make for some interesting moments.
We decided we had to get a copy of the Kama Sutra. See if it has any ideas for us. Later we spent a long time in the shower. Lots of lather…
Working towards love…
Susan and I didn’t want to lose any gains we had made in overcoming her tightness which kept us from making love completely, face to face. We both came to appreciate that I don’t have a bigger penis. Would have meant more problems with getting our genitals together comfortably. Seems size can matter, in different ways.
Every opportunity we got we tried stimulating Susan. Then I would see how far I could enter her without causing pain. It was getting better, slowly. It was always great to be with my baby no matter how far we got. Someday soon it would be free of pain, as it should be. When that day came we intended to make love until we were blind. And then until we passed out.
I remembered a technique I had used before with someone who was tight. They didn’t have Susan’s problem, but they were tight. One night when Susan and I were just hugging and kissing I started working her pussy with my thumb. Made sure my nails were well cut and smooth. Susan enjoyed it immensely. After awhile I reached for the anal lube and coated her sweet anus well, working it into her passage with my middle finger. She always liked that. We both do.
After her anus was ready and could take my middle finger fully I slipped my thumb into her pussy at the same time.
“That’s nice” she said. I worked my thumb and finger so that they were rubbing each other through the thin wall of skin between her rectum and pussy.
“That’s really nice” she said.
“Glad you like it” I said as I kissed her lips. Then I moved my head in position to feed on her lovely tits while I continued to massage her pussy and ass hole. She usually had a nice orgasm this way. Then she used her sweet mouth to take care of me, as usual.
******* Week two
Can’t always get what you want…
We had gone shopping at one of the local malls. I was sitting in a cafe waiting for Susan. She had a couple of things she had to pick up. I went ahead to make sure we got a table and placed our order.
At the next table were a couple of nice looking women in their mid twenties. I nodded and said hello to them but I might as well have been invisible. Men just weren’t on their radar. From what I could gather of their conversation they were out hunting for another woman for a threesome. I found it interesting, and sometimes amusing, to hear their assessment of the different women who came by. More than I really wanted to know actually, but it passed the time.
Susan is not what I call a show off dresser. She loves being naked with me when we’re alone, but in public she doesn’t go out of her way to show a lot of skin. The best term I can use for her is classy. She has great taste in clothes. Everything she wears shows in no uncertain terms that this is a woman - an incredibly beautiful woman at that. But her dress is always tasteful. Understated if anything. But always sexy as hell, without even trying. Susan is just one of those women who oozes sensuality, grace, and beauty. Some say if you’ve got it, flaunt it. Susan thinks that if you’ve really got it you don’t have to flaunt it. As I’ve said many times, Susan would make a plastic garbage bag look good.
That day she was wearing a simple pair of black slacks and a white blouse. On her feet was a lovely pair of sandals. Too damn sexy. The blouse showed her breasts wonderfully, without putting them in your face. Her hair was loose, the way I preferred it. It was long, about to her navel, healthy looking and full. She doesn’t wear a lot of makeup, which I also like. Just enough to highlight her beautiful features, but not painted in any way. Her jewelery is also always just for accent, not to show off.
Another thing I really love about her is her choice in perfume. She likes the ones that are subtle. The ones that gently work their way into your consciousness and linger long after. I appreciate a woman who takes my breath away - but not when it is because she is wearing so much perfume it gags you. Flowery smells are great, on flowers. I prefer a woman who smells like a woman - a clean woman. Susan also has this special compound that has no real scent of its own. It mixes with your own body chemistry to release and heighten your own pheromones. Thus everyone smells different. Susan intoxicates me when she wears this stuff. I use it occasionally too. She says she likes how it works on me as well.
In short, she is a head turner. And anyone who does turn their head as she walks by is blessed with the vision of her incredibly gorgeous ass - the finest one on the planet in my book. And those black slacks showed her delicious bum perfectly. They were cut just right to show the specific shape of her behind. Some women have bubble butts, some are flat, all are different. It needs the right cut of pants to show it properly. Susan’s is full and round, but not fat. It is firm, but not hard. It slopes down from the small of her back to full, round cheeks, the kind that you can cup with your hand just perfectly. They round out beautifully from her hips to meet in one incredibly lovely vertical smile. She has the most inviting ass crack I have ever seen. I know for a fact that many others think the same thing. Those slacks were made for just such an ass. Every time I see her in them it takes great effort on my part to not get on my knees and start kissing her sweet butt right there and then - wherever we are. I’ll give a thousand bucks to anyone who shows me a better ass than Susan has.
When she came into the cafe the two women at the next table picked up on her right away. So did everyone else who wasn’t brain dead.
“Now there’s someone I’d like to taste” said one of the women. “She’s a Goddess. I could drown in her pussy.”
“Me too” replied the other one. “Look at that ass. I bet she could get anyone she wants to eat from the crack of that sweet butt. I know I’d spend a lot of time worshiping at her anal altar.”
“Wouldn’t have to ask me twice. Nice tits too. And they’re real. Wonder if she’s here alone…”
And so the conversation went. Susan had stopped at the counter to talk to the cashier for a minute, so these ladies had time to size her up fairly well. I give them credit for recognizing true beauty. Too bad for them that they didn’t have a hope in hell of ever getting their hands, or their lips, or anything else, on Susan the way they wanted to…
I thoroughly enjoyed the looks on their faces when Susan made her way over to me and gave me a kiss before sitting down. I’m not a particularly good looking man. No Brad Pitt here. But I’m far from ugly, even homely. I’m sure many have seen us together and wondered what I had going for me to be with such a beautiful woman as Susan. If you know me at all then you know no one has wondered that more than I have. But the answer is simple. Susan finds all the love and affection she wants from me. However you cut it, it really is that simple. She is with me because I love her exactly the way she wants and needs. And she gives me back all I need and want as well. In other words we totally and completely love each other. Too simple?
When Susan came to our table she seemed to take her time about settling in. She kept her back to the two women at the next table. I could see them studying her butt intently though they tried not to show it. A couple of times Susan made some excuse to bend over, giving them a really good show of her sweet behind. Both of them licked their lips more than once at this display. Who wouldn’t? Finally Susan sat down.
The women at the other table were paying close attention to our table, though they tried to make it look otherwise. I had the feeling that somewhere in their reality they thought that taking Susan from me would be like taking candy from a baby.
“Well, my love, did you get everything you want?” I asked Susan when she was settled in.
“Yes, Master. Thank you for bringing me out today to shop” she said with her big beautiful smile.
At the word Master the two women’s jaws dropped and they just looked at each other and back at Susan, then me. I had to wonder what was going on as well. Susan had never called me that where others could hear it. She had some reason for doing it this time. I’d play along.
“I hope you didn’t spend too much again. You remember what happened last time…”
“Actually, I did Master. I couldn’t help it. They were such pretty things.” She paused. “Is my ass in trouble? Will I be beaten when we get home?” She looked down like a child who was very sorry for being bad - or at least getting caught.
“You know the rules. I hate to do it but, yes, your ass will pay for your being disobedient - again. How severely will depend on your bill.”
The two women had all their attention focused on us though they tried to hide it. Our food came and we ate it quietly. The atmosphere was one of a bad girl who was thinking about her punishment to come.
Finally Susan spoke. She said it quietly so that only us and the two women at the next table could hear her. “Does that mean that I won’t be able to rim you tonight Master? I have so been looking forward to kissing your sweet ass all day.”
I almost choked on my food, but managed to hide it. A quick drink of water saved the day. The two women at the next table looked at us like we were crazy. They were looking at Susan, then at me. From the look on their faces they seemed to be wondering from what alternate universe we came from. Their look seemed to say ‘Why on God’s green earth would any woman kiss a man’s ass - specially someone as beautiful as Susan? People should be kissing her ass, specially men!’
“If it means that much to you, then we’ll see” I continued. “If you take your beating really well, then maybe I’ll let you play with my bum. OK?”
“Yes Master. Thank you.” Susan turned and looked directly at the two women. “He is such a good Master. I just love him so much. I love eating his sweet bum.”
It took everything I had to keep a straight face and from laughing my ass off. We picked up our stuff, paid the bill and left. The whole time the two women were just looking at us with one of those ‘What just happened?’ kind of looks. That was my question when we were finally away from the cafe.
“Long story” said Susan. “I know about those two. They go hunting for girls. After they’ve had their way with them they spit them out like old gum. They give women in general, and lesbians in particular, a bad name. When I came in the cashier gave me the heads up. She would like it if they never came back but there really isn’t anything she can do. She has lost some business because of them. Some of the people those two used won’t came back and neither will their friends.”
“If I’d known all this I would have picked a different place.”
“It’s OK, Al. I still go there because I like the food and the staff is really friendly. Those two aren’t there a lot anymore, anyway. Hopefully they will move on soon.”
“I hope so too, if they are that much trouble.” I changed the mood. “The way you teased them with your butt was priceless” I laughed. “The way they were licking their lips when you would bend over. Can’t fault them for that. Know exactly how they felt.” Susan smiled. “Both of them were just dying for a taste of it. Said they wanted to worship at your anal altar.” Susan just shook her head. “I think that line about wanting to rim me was the one that really floored them. The look on their faces was priceless. Specially so because you were talking about doing it to a man. I don’t think they have much use for men.”
Susan laughed too. “Yeah, they’re men haters alright. Their loss. And who said my comment about wanting to kiss your bum was just a line?” Susan asked giving me a wink. Well, at least we had part of our evening planned…
******* Week three
Spank you, spank me…
It was the third weekend after my birthday. Susan had left me a note at work saying she needed to prepare something for us Friday after work and she wouldn’t be ready until eight. I had some errands to run and some stuff to look after in my own apartment so I told her it wouldn’t be a problem. I had a quick shower, changed, then went next door to her place.
I entered her apartment at eight. The lights were low. She had rearranged the furniture a bit. The easy chair I usually sat in was in the middle of the living room. There was a rum and coke on the rocks waiting on the table beside it. Obviously I was to sit there and wait.
I had been sipping on the drink for about ten minutes when Susan came in. I almost dropped the drink. She was totally naked, her hair hanging loose, almost covering her breasts, but not quite. That alone is reason enough to keep 911 on speed dial, just in case your heart forgets to start again. When I was finally able to breathe I noticed what she carried in her hand. It had me worried. Then I noticed that she had a collar around her neck - what some would call a slave collar. That I was really curious about. I wondered what those two at the restaurant would say now…
She walked over to a spot just in front of my chair, about four feet away. She then got down on her knees, facing me, sat back on her heels, and put the item she had been carrying on the carpet just in front of her. It was a thick black belt.

Mid Season

admin — Fri, 09 May 2008 01:06:14 +0000

The morning sun warmed the air and promised to become warmer still as the day wore on. It was 9 am on a Sunday in April.
That fifth week of the season we would take on the Viejas Chiefs. Widely regarded as one of the better teams in the league, they had a fearsome reputation for hitting, scoring a lot of runs and giving up few. They were expected to win at least their division if not the league championship.
Our team arrived on the field shortly before game time. We would occupy the bench along third base. For the time being we practiced. Infielders, including James, scooped out ground balls and threw them to first base. Those of us in the outfield played fly balls. Some were hit deep intentionally.
I had been out in center field for just a few moments when I had my first chance. I immediately knew it was deep and began back peddling. I had only backed up a few steps before catching the ball just in front of the fence.
Practice continued for about a half hour before the empires ordered the game to begin. Batting first, we went over to our bench while the Chiefs took their positions on the field.
Jimmy and I sat side by side. Both of us would formulate our impressions of the game.
My boyfriend, who could be quite analytical, voiced his thoughts several times. I said little.
By the final inning the Chiefs held a 10 -6 lead. We were threatening. Runners were at second and third but there were two outs. The game was riding on the shoulders of a guy named Kelso.
“He won the last game,” jimmy remarked.
“I remember that.”
“Look at the way they’re shifting on him,” he said.
“I can see that.”
Things didn’t turn out the way we wanted. A fly ball sent deep to right sent their outfielder trotting just a few steps to reach it. The ball landed in his glove held over his head. That ended the game on a somewhat bad note.
“There were so many times we shoule ‘ave won that game,” my boyfriend complained.
“You”re right.”
Larry, our team shortstop and Sam, the right fielder, came by at that moment. They made us a foursome.
Richard Kelso was usually a loner. I had never seen him really go out of his way to make small talk with any one. He would chat if some one started the conversation.
Dark haired with brown eyes, he stood a lean five nine. His face bore a resemblance to Queer Eye’s Kyan Douglas. To me that’s not bad looking. In fact I’d say cute.
I was a little surprised to learn about his connection with my Jimmy
“I had a three some with him and another guy once when we were teens.”
I looked at him.
“Who was the third guy?”
“Some kid he met at a gay and lesbian youth support group,” he answered.
Richard made us a group of five just seconds after the words came from Jimmy’s lips.
They greeted like two old friends who had not seen each other in a long time.
“Hey guy what’s going on?”
“Not a lot,” he replied.
James turned his head to me. “This is my boyfriend.”
“How long have you guys been dating?”
“Just a couple of weeks,” I replied.
It was well known that Larry and Sam were a couple. Walking on our right side, they held hands. After the initial greeting they seemed more interested in each other. That was fine with me.
Reaching the parked cars we parted. James and I had come to the game in his.
We had a lot to talk about as we rode back to our apartment in the city. As always he was analytical.
“Larry practically golfed that home run ball,” he said.
“He likes the low pitch.”
Little else was said during the short ride. The game was lost and that was no big deal.
My thoughts turned to Kelso.
“A three some,” I remarked.
My boyfriend chuckled.
“I was 15. We were out at the pool at his parent’s house. We just got home from school.”
“You guys went to school together.”
“We did. He wasn’t out back then. Neither was I really so we were both surprised at the support group. The other guy was from out of town.”
Now I knew a little bit about my boyfriend’s past. I shelved the information. It could not effect how I felt about him.
My experience was quite different.
“I came out to my twin sister Jenny when I was 15. She accepted it without any misgivings.”
“uh huh,” he responded.
“I was in college when I met my first love. Mat and I lived in the same dormitory room. He was fucking hot.”
“Really,” replied James. “How big was he?”
“I’ll never tell.”
We both grinned. I made a brief mental picture of Mat’s dick.
“I’ll bet he was big.”
“Yeah, he was big.”
It had also been my first broken heart. By summer distance caused us to drift away. We lived in opposite ends of the state.
“Did you ever do a three some?”
“hell no!”
“Just thought I’d ask,” he said.
It was getting close to lunch time so we decided to stop at a local sub shop. I ordered a smoked ham and cheese. He ordered Italian cold cut. We rode all the way back to La Mesa to my apartment. While we ate we listened to the internet radio. Sunday afternoon Jazz was being picked up by I Tunes on my computer.
My dream the previous evening had been a little bizarre. I recalled it to him.
“I dreamt that I had suddenly turned into a girl.”
“We wouldn’t be together if you had.”
“Maybe we’d be lesbians.”
“Maybe,” he conceded.
My boyfriend had rather unusual taste in television. A show he liked was not familiar to me.
“I like ‘Gay, Straight, or Taken’ on Lifetime,” he said.
“I never heard of it.”
“The girl dates three guys,” he explained. “One is actually married to a woman, the other is straight and available, and the third guy is gay.”
“Let me guess. She has to guess who’s who.”
Exactly,” he replied.
“What happens if she picks the wrong guy?”
“That’s what makes the show interesting.”
‘Interesting,” I Laughed.
“If she picks the wrong guy then he and his wife or boyfriend go on a vacation together.”
“I don’t think either of us could fool a girl.”
“Some times she is. Gay couples have succeeded before on the show.”
“Really,” I answered.
“Let’s go watch it. It’s on I tunes” he said.
Now he aroused my curiosity. Going to my computer I ran the software and began down loading episodes of the show. After a few minutes we had the first three episodes in the computer and began watching.
My boyfriend and I sat close to one another. When three episodes were done we both wanted each other.
I looked into his crotch then opened his pants. His dick stiffened in my hand. He smiled at me.
I went down and took him in my mouth. As I began to suck hard he caressed my back.
“Yeah baby taste my dick!”
“Mmmmmmmmmm so good!”
After a couple of minutes i came up wanting to save the cum for my asshole.
“Take all my clotes off right this second.”
Eagerly he started pulling the grey shirt up and over my head.
I sat and gave him my legs. He pulled my jeans down and off me then pulled my underwear.
“I love being naked when I’m with you.”
“I love seeing you naked,” he replied then undressed himself while I stroked my organ.
“Fuck my ass!”
I felt his throbbing organ deep inside my ass. It pleasured me beyond words.
“Faster…faster!”
“Baby I’m gonna cum in your hole!”
He backed away after several more seconds leaving droplets of creamy white love juice on my buttocks and thighs. I turned, pulled him close to me and kissed him.
“James that was so good. I want more!”
“yeah baby as soon as I work up another load.” he answered.
His hands were around my waist.

Saturday Morning

admin — Thu, 08 May 2008 21:06:57 +0000

It is early Saturday morning. I know what a hard week you had, every evening coming home late, both physically and mentally exhausted. Carefully, I creep out of bed, so as not to disturb your slumber.
After completing the morning tasks, I quietly re-enter the bedroom and find you still as you were left an hour or so ago, lying on your back with your right up pulled up and tucked under your head. Very gently, I move the covers and slip silently at your side. Facing you, I place my head on the shoulder of your bent arm. You move slightly as you feel my nipples, hard from the cool morning air, press against your skin.
Without opening your eyes, you shift your body so that I am snuggled closer to you. Your heard turns and I feel your breath on my forehead. I lay my hand across your chest, my nails lightly scratching the surface of your nipple, awakening your senses.
A growl escapes your lips as you swiftly turn towards me bringing your left hand to my chin. You raise my face and lift my lips to yours, capturing them and parting them with your tongue as you easily slip inside.
The feel, the taste of your tongue as it begins to dance in my mouth, arouses me even more. Your fingers move from my chin, caressing my face and along my cheek until they find their way into my hair. Your hand presses my mouth harder against yours and the kiss deepens.
I feel your fingers begin moving, drawing a trail along my side, gently touching my skin, moving to my hip and then returning on their journey up and back into my hair. Your other arm stretches and you cradle me, pulling me closer. Your fingers once again descend, moving along my shoulders, the small of my back and finally caressing my ass.
Even though, I am a tall five foot ten inches, your six foot five frame envelops me. Your hands are large, and your fingers seem to extend forever. I feel you grasp the flesh of my backside and knead it easily, skillfully. You lower your hand to the back of my thigh and guide it up over your hip. My legs are now spread for your touch. Your fingers glide along my slit, finding it wet with desire. It is as though your hand is dancing across my lips, moving from my clit to that small tight hole between my cheeks that you love to play with.
Continuing their dance, your fingers move back and forth spreading the juice of my pussy from end to end. I feel you pull me even closer as you deepen your kiss while the tips of your index and middle fingers begin to spread that little hole out. Stretching it as they being to push their way in. You feel my body stiffen as those fingers ease their way in, beginning their intrusion into my tight anal opening. First the tips enter, then their length. It is my turn to growl against your mouth. My hips automatically respond by trying to pull away. This does nothing but press me harder against that cock that has been growing strong between us.
You soothe me with your words. Telling me, “that’s it baby, open up for your Master”.
“Yes Master”, is my only reply.
Your fingers begin pressing deeper and then you stop, waiting for my body to accept the invasion. When you feel me relax around you, you press in a little farther. Gently, I feel you pulling back and my body works to expel you. But this is quickly changed when your reverse the direction and once again push forward pressing your way deeper inside.
“That’s it my pet,” I hear you whisper in my ear, “fuck those fingers with that tight little butt hole of yours.”
“MMmmmmm, oh yes Master,” I reply in a breathy moan.
“Come on, stretch that ass around those fingers”.
You continue your invasion, working your hand rapidly, moving in and out, over and over. When I feel that I cannot take much more, you stretch your hand and press your thumb into my pussy. Pulling out some of those juices that are now flowing so freely, you bring your thumb to that tight back opening and smear it around, giving your fingers more wetness to slide on. Then, your thumb returns but this time it stretches to find my clit. Working around it teasing it.
“Oh,” is all that I can say, as I intake a deep breath.
Right on target, your thumb assaults that hard nub.
“Cum for me my pet,” you repeat in my ear. “Cum for your Master.”
“Show your Master how you like to cum. Show me my pet.”
With your words, I feel my pussy begin in convulse to do a dance of its own. Your fingers are still pressed deep inside of my dark passage and your thumb rubs my clit. Moving rapidly now.
My hips begin to buck wildly, as my pussy squirts it’s juice soaking your fingers, soaking my slit.
You let me ride the tide and then whisper, “That is a good pet. Now it is my turn”.

Dana: My New Neighbor

admin — Thu, 08 May 2008 17:07:11 +0000

My name is David; I’m 45, 6′1, 180 pounds with an athletic build. My marriage of 22 years and 2 kids just ended after a nasty divorce where I was lucky to save my business and a good share of my wealth. My kids are both in college so I no longer had a need to stay where I was. I’m able to run my business from home so I decided it was time to pick up roots and move to new a city and get a fresh start.
After looking at several homes in an interesting community I finally found the one I had to have. The one I picked over all the others was because of the next-door neighbor Dana. She was out working in her flowerbed the day the realtor was showing me the house. She was absolutely stunning, and looked to be in her early 30’s with brunette hair, blue eyes, great body and nice firm tits. This was obvious from the bikini top she was wearing along with nice tight shorts that showed off her ass. She waved and said, hi to us as we were walking around the property. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as the salesman kept blabbering on and on about the house.
I tell you, I would have paid any amount the owner wanted to be able to live next to this fine babe. I thought I was moving next door to a hot single MILF. I discovered she was married to a real dick. I mean I liked the guy; we played golf and went to sporting events together. But he was ignoring his beautiful wife so I was doing my best to take advantage of that.
Along with becoming good friends with Dana’s husband, Brent, I also became very good friends with her. I found Dana to be very outgoing and friendly as well as very flirtatious when she had a few drinks in her. She had also let it slip that she was getting very frustrated with Brent for never being at home with her and the kids.
Although I had a major hardon for Dana, I by no means wanted to break-up her marriage. Worse yet to be a stepfather to her kids. I’d already raised my kids and didn’t want to do that again but man did I want to fuck her any way possible! I decided I would take it nice and slow and gain both their confidence, especially hers and just see where it would lead. Dana loved to sunbath and was always bitching to Brent about how she wanted a pool in their backyard, just like mine. When I heard about this I told her she was welcome to come use my pool anytime she wanted. At first she was hesitant about accepting my offer but soon realized with my job, I was gone a lot during the day. Thinking she would be alone to do as she pleased, she started using my pool a lot.
One day I had come home around noon and saw Dana out by the pool, reading a book while sunbathing in a skimpy bikini. I quickly changed out of my business slacks and tie and into a comfortable golf shirt and shorts. I mixed up 2 glasses of Margaritas, Dana’s favorite drink, and went out to the pool. Naturally, my arrival startled her away from her book as she thought she was alone.
“Relax, don’t worry, it’s just me,” I said with a big smile.
I could tell Dana felt uneasy because of the skimpy bikini she was wearing. She was reaching for her towel to cover-up when I handed her a drink, telling her again to relax, it was just me.
“I’m sorry David. I didn’t think you would be home today,” she said as she took the glass. ‘ “Why should you be sorry? I told you to come over anytime you wanted,” I said reassuringly. “I finished early with my appointments and decided to come home instead of going to the golf course. I also wanted to celebrate with a drink, the big contract I signed today. I saw you out here and hoped you would join me in.”
“Congratulations, David, I’ll be happy to celebrate with you. To be honest, I was just about to get up and go home to get a drink for myself. All this sunbathing can make a girl thirsty,” she said flirtingly.
“Well drink up, I just replenished the Margarita machine so there’s more where that came from.” I said, looking at her hot body which I was dying to get a hold of.
After two more glasses, the tequila was beginning to loosen Dana up as she grew more flirtatious.
“Don’t you think my tan is coming in nicely?” she asked, running her hands down her body.
She did look gorgeous as her body had a very nice brown color but not too much where she looked like dried-up leather.
I told her she looked incredible and I was glad her cheap husband didn’t get her a pool of her own.
“At least this way I’m getting the pleasure of watching you instead of him.”
Dana raised her eyebrows and got a big smile as she liked what I told her.
“I wish Brent felt the same way you do,” she said.
“His lose is my gain is all I can say, Dana. Believe me I wouldn’t be so blind if I was in his shoes. You look like you could use another coat of suntan lotion. Do you have anymore? I asked.
Either she was naïve to what my intentions were or the drinks had dulled her thinking but Dana handed me her bottle of lotion.
Taking the bottle I asked where she wanted me to start.
“How about you do my back?” she suggested as she flipped over onto her stomach.
I couldn’t believe my luck. I was finally going to touch this beautiful creature. I squirted a glob of lotion into my hand and started rubbing it on her upper back. I was taking my time on her shoulders giving her a nice massage which she was enjoying.
“Oh David, your hands feel so good.”
I could feel her shoulders as well as her entire body begin to relax. I started to work my way down the middle of her back. Her bikini top was held-on by strings that tied across her neck as well as her back. I decided to test her to see just how far she would let me go.
“Dana, do you mind if I untie just the bottom of your top, it seems to be in the way,” I asked.
“Uhmm, no I guess that will be ok,” she answered.
I soon had it untied with another handful of lotion to rub on her. I started with wide circular strokes down her back occasionally rubbing my hands up her sides. Each time I did this I was sure to run them along the sides of her breasts. She didn’t seem to notice or mind which only encouraged me to go further with my massage.
I filled my hand again with lotion and started at the top of her right leg working all the way down to her toes. I personally made sure every toe got its share of attention.
“Mmmm, David that feels so good. I wished Brent would do this for me.”
Not trusting my voice, I just chuckled and continued with my seduction. I worked my way back up her leg stopping only at the last point where her ass wasn’t covered by her bikini bottom. Repeating the same on her left leg again only stopping at her uncovered ass cheek. I put a new glob of lotion in my hands and started with her upper inner thigh, softly grazing her pussy as I worked my way back and forth from there to the top of her ass. Occasionally I would even slip a finger or two under her bikini bottom.
By now I had a raging hard on dying to be released. It would be obvious to her if she was to turn around and look at me and I wasn’t sure how she would reach but I had to take that chance… it was now or never.
“How about your front Dana, would you like me to rub some there as well?”
Dana said, “Sure if you don’t mind” as she rolled over, not even worrying or did she remember that her top was untied. She quickly remembered though as it briefly came off revealing her nipples but she didn’t mind as she lay back down.
I knew she had to have seen the tent I had in my shorts but she didn’t say anything. Closing her eyes and placing her arms loosely to her side Dana said, “Okay you can continue now!”
Again, I globed a load of lotion in my hands and started rubbing it onto her stomach. Using circular motions like I did on her back I increasingly made my loops bigger and bigger. Eventually my fingertips were touching the base of her breasts. All though Dana didn’t say anything I could tell I was getting to her as her breathing and heartbeat noticeably began to increase. On the next sweep across her stomach I went further up and underneath her top. My fingers immediately felt the tips of Dana’s very hard, erect nipples.
With her hands still by her sides Dana opened her eyes and coolly asked me what I was doing.
I continued fondling her nipples as I replied, “Sorry would you like me to stop?”
Dana surprised me first by not immediately grabbing my hands to push them away. Secondly, in that she said, “No, I’m just asking what you are doing.”
I wanted to tell her how badly I wanted to do this the first time I saw her but I was afraid that would freak her out.
“So,” I said, “I guess my hands have a mind of their own. I hope you don’t mind.”
Dana looked at my crotch with a wicked look and said, “Is that his excuse too?”
With my hands still firmly on her breasts I looked down and back at her and said, “I guess so. It’s hard not to get excited while touching such a beautiful woman like yourself.”
“You’re so sweet David; I tell you’re not so bad yourself.”
With that Dana reached out with her hand and grabbed the pole that was making a tent in my shorts.
“Oh my and what do you have there David?” as she grabbed my cock even firmer.
I thought I was going to explode when she told me it was her turn now. She sat up causing my hands to release her breasts as she told me to stand up.
I tell you my legs were weak from excite but I managed to stand up which caused even more of a strain on my raging hard on.
Dana told me to take off my shirt as she was working on undoing my shorts. Just as I had pulled my shirt over my head and off, Dana had my shorts and boxers down to my knees. My hard 8″ sprang out and in front of her face.
“Oh my David you’re much bigger than Brent.”
In a way it made me feel bad, what I was now doing with another man’s wife but those thoughts quickly went away as her mouth encircled the head of my cock.
“Fuck him,” I thought for not taking better care of his wife otherwise she wouldn’t be here right now. With that thought, I grabbed Dana’s head with both hands and forced my cock deeper down her throat. At first she gagged and tried to pull back but she soon got the idea I wanted to fuck her mouth hard and deep. When I thought she couldn’t take anymore cock I would pull her up just enough so she could catch her breath. Then I would force her back down until all my cock was in her mouth. This horny slut was good as she no longer needed me to hold her down as she was doing a good job of fucking her mouth with my cock. WOW… what a sudden change of character in David! I was trying my hardest to hold out as long as I could but it was becoming too difficult to hold it any long. I screamed at her that I was about to cum. To my distress Dana stopped what she was doing and quickly jerked off her top exposing her breasts. She then grabbed my cock with her hand and started stroking me hard, telling me to shoot on her breasts.
It didn’t take much more encouragement as I shot ribbon after ribbon of hot cum all over her luscious chest. She let go of my still dripping cock and started rubbing my cum into her skin. If it wasn’t enough to blow me, the horny bitch started moaning louder and louder as she too climaxed Pushing Dana back onto the lounge chair I ripped her bikini bottom off, burying my face in her hot, wet crotch. My tongue quickly found her clit, running across it vigorously, driving her even crazier.
“Oh yes, yes. Eat my pussy baby. Make me cum!”
Dana was screaming at me as she held my head down in her crotch.
I quickly stuffed two fingers deep into her wet cunt, searching for her G-spot.
Finding it, Dana started thrashing around underneath me as I caused her to have another strong climax. Now with three fingers inside her and my tongue dancing across her clit, Dana was absolutely going crazy. It was becoming difficult just to keep her down. I was soon rewarded with the most awesome of surprises as Dana finally let go of her orgasm. I had only seen this happen in porno but now it was really happening for me. Dana was squirting her love juices all over my fingers and my face. It really had no taste which was good I guess but man was it hot, seeing her cum like that.
With my cock rock hard, I pulled Dana’s legs further apart as I began to mount her. Dana was still reeling from her orgasm and wasn’t even aware of what I was about to do to her. I ran my cock across her wet pussy to get my cock lubricated and bam I slammed it into her. This quickly brought her back to reality as my cock went half way in with the first plunge. I pulled back, slammed it home again, this time going nearly all the way in. I pulled back and looked into her dazed eyes as I slammed it home again this time going all the way in.
Damn I never imagined Dana’s pussy would feel as good as it did around my cock. She was so fucking tight and she was squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles which felt incredible. I started banging her harder and harder, making her firm titties bounce around in tight circles. Before long, the excitement was to much for me and I shot another load deep inside her pussy. This caused her to convulse under me with her own orgasm as well.
After we had both began to regain our composure I leaned down to kiss her. Our tongues quickly intertwined with the other ending in an incredible kiss.
“I dreamed of doing this with you but never dreamed it would have been this good.”
Dana looked at me with her beautiful eyes and said, “Thank you. Oh my God what time is it?” Looking at my watch, I answered, “Nearly 3 o’clock.”
“Shit I have to pick the kid’s up from school.”
She quickly pushed me off her, grabbed her clothes as ran to her house.
I laid back on the lounge chair I had just fucked her on, feeling absolutely incredible. I had just fucked the woman of my dreams and I couldn’t wait to do it again.

How I Got My Wife To Try Black

admin — Thu, 08 May 2008 13:06:20 +0000

I have always fantasized about getting my wife to have sex with other men especially a black man. But every time I brought up the subject she acted as she was not interested.
Let me describe my wife Linda she is 33 years old 5 foot 6, long blond hair, she has 38c breasts and a beautiful round butt. She looks a lot like a young Kim Basinger with bigger breasts. As for me I am 43 years old, 5 foot 9, 175 pounds average size cock.
My fantasies always involve my friend Mike. Mike is 6 foot 2 about 225 pounds very muscular and very black with a large cock that I have seen in the locker room. I have told Mike about my fantasy and he told he was willing if we could figure out a way to seduce her.
I put a plan into action; I started renting hard core movies to spice up our sex lives. After a few weeks I made sure the movies included interracial scenes. I also started to notice that she seemed more enthusiastic every time they showed a black guy fucking a blond.
One day she innocently asked “if all black men were as big as they appeared in the movies”.
I said “no but many are including our friend Mike”
She then started asking me questions about Mike and how big he was. I told her I wasn’t sure exactly how big he was when he was hard but he was at least 6 inches long hen soft. She was really getting into it as I described mike’s cock to her.
The weeks turned into months but I noticed that she started renting movies herself to bring home and they were always interracial. One day I told her that all the money we had invested in the stock market was lost and we were flat broke and that we needed to make extra money.
I showed her an ad looking for models. She said she was not comfortable having strangers taking pictures of her and I told her I had a solution to the problem I would take the pics and sell them to the magazines, and we would recoup most of the money we lost. She was okay with the idea, then I told her to make the maximum amount of money we needed her to pose with another person preferably someone black because they paid more for interracial pictures, and of course I suggested Mike as the model.
She agreed to try it out but that she could stop at anytime if she got uncomfortable and she only wanted to take lingerie pics not nudity, I told her that would be fine.
So the weekend came along and I called Mike over, as he entered the house you could tell that Linda was really nervous, she had on her house coat with a light blue teddy underneath.
We all went into our bedroom and Mike began to undress down to his boxers, the whole time Linda could not keep her eyes of him as she noticed the bulge in his shorts. I asked Linda to taker off her house coat so we could begin. As Linda removed her house coat I told her to stand in the corner and I told Mike to stand next to her and to help her take it off as I began taking pics. Mike black hands looked so dark next to Linda’s skin. When her robed was removed I asked Mike to stand behind her and to kiss her neck. That is one of Linda’s weaknesses and I knew I could get her hot by having Mike kissing her there. I made sure to take my time as I took the pics. Mike had his hands wrapped around her stomach as he kissed her neck and you could see Linda beginning to melt.
I asked Linda “is it okay for Mike to lower your straps off your shoulders it will look real sexy” she just nodded and Mike began to lower the straps as I clicked away. I instructed Linda to reach behind her and to grasp Mike’s ass. I heard Linda gasp because as she reached back to grab his ass he UN intentionally pulled him into her and she could feel his hardness on her ass. I nodded to Mike and he lowered the straps even further exposing her breasts, Mike then raised his hands and cupped her breasts as I clicked away. I then told them to stop and take a break as I reloaded the camera.
I then told Linda it was silly to go this far without taking a few nudes since all the money we would make was in taking nude pics. She agreed to let me take a few nudes of the two of them. I told mike to sit on the edge of the bed and for Linda to stand next to him. He them began to slowly lower her panties as I took more pics. After she was nude I told them to switch positions and I told Linda “honey slowly takes his boxers off for the camera”
Linda wrapped her fingers on either side of his boxers and slowly lowered them until Mike’s hard on sprang out and hit her on her chin which startled the hell out of her. She was staring at this beautiful big black cock that must have been ten inches. I told her “Linda grabs a hold of it so I can take some real sexy pics” As in a daze Linda took a hold oh his cock as I clicked away, she was slowly stroking him without me telling her to do it. I told her to get a little closer to it so it would look like she was blowing him. She put her mouth within an inch of his cock as I clicked away. I then told them I wanted to take some other pics so Linda reluctantly let go of his cock.
I told them to get on the bed, and for Linda to get on her knees and Mike to kneel behind her. I told Mike to point his cock at her ass as if he was about to fuck her. Mike did just as I said but I told him his cock needed to be closer to her ass. Mike proceeded to lay his cock on her ass as I took more pics of the two of them, by now Linda was super horny; she had that glazed look on her face that only I knew. I told Linda that I could not get a good shot unless she reached behind her and pulled her ass apart for the camera. So Linda obeyed my wishes as Mike got even closer and aimed his cock at her pussy. I told Mike to put his cock close enough so It looked like he was about to fuck her. Mike put his cock so close that his cock was touching her pussy hairs. I told Mike to get a little closer and his cock was now touching her lips. I told them not to move as I clicked away. I then nodded to Mike and he pushed his cock into her pussy as fast and as hard as he could, I heard Linda gasp as she felt Mike’s cock invading her pussy and Mike started to fuck her real nice and slow as I took more pics. Linda had her face buried in the pillow as Mike fucked her good. I gave up all pretenses of taking pics and took out my cock and masturbated as I watched the two of them fucking. Mike pulled out and laid on the bed and I watched Linda Raise one leg over him and lower her pussy onto his hard cock slowly descending inch by inch until she was fully impaled. I watched Mike grab her ass as she rocked up and down on his cock. Mike then flipped her over and put her legs on his shoulders as he really fucked her hard, I heard Linda started to scream as she came and Mike erupted into her pussy as he exploded with a huge orgasm.
When he pulled out you could see all the sperm leaking out of her pussy that now looked like a cave because Mike’s cock was so big. Linda had this beautiful smile as I cam up to her and she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to her pussy and begged me to eat her out. What could I do? So I licked her pussy thoroughly as Mike got dressed and left our home. She thanked me for having the best time of her life as I crawled up and sank my cock in her pussy and fucked her the rest of the night.
Now all I have to do is to convince her to lick Mike’s wife’s pussy, but that is another story.
Please let me know what you think of my story and please don’t forget to rate it.

The Athletic Club

admin — Thu, 08 May 2008 09:07:03 +0000

Linda counted the reps in her head. Eight, nine, ten. The muscles in her thighs ached as she forced her legs apart one last time. Of all the machines in the athletic club, this was the one she hated the most. It wasn’t just the pain. She also felt a little self-conscious from the gazes of the passing men as she spread her legs against the weighted force of the leg machine.
She brought her legs together and felt the pain subside. She would do one more set of ten before moving to another piece of equipment, she promised herself.
Linda was a 34-year-old mother of one. She didn’t exercise because she HAD to. At 5’6” and 130 pounds, she was far from overweight. Linda just wanted to lose 5 pounds and get in better shape. The second looks she got from many of the guys at the club assured her she hadn’t yet completely lost her figure.
Plus, it got her out of the house. Her husband could spend one hour of “quality” time with their 8-year-old son. Between her job and her family, Linda could get pretty stressed. Some leg and abdominal exercises in combination with half an hour on the life cycle usually helped.
Linda wiped her face with a small towel. When she lifted it off her face, she noticed a woman climbing onto the leg curl machine next to her.
“That’s a hard one, isn’t it?” the woman said.
“Yeah. I’m getting too old for this,” Linda replied.
The other woman laughed. “Hardly. Anyway, you’re as old as you feel. If you keep yourself in shape, you’ll never get old.” With that, the woman smiled and began lifting a significant amount of weight with her right leg in steady, powerful motions.
Linda took the woman to be maybe 30 or 31. They were about the same height, but this woman had the body definition Linda was seeking. The shoulders and arms were muscular, but not masculine. Her breasts pressed firm against the sports bra. Her stomach and hips and legs were sculptured, but soft at the same time.
“Well, I do plan on getting older,” Linda sighed. “Just not flabbier.”
She started counting again. One, two, three…
Linda didn’t notice the woman watching her complete the last two reps. She buried her head in the towel once more and took a deep breath.
“Good job,” the woman said.
Linda thanked her. She caught herself looking at the woman’s facial features this time–the bright blue eyes, small nose and broad smile. Blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
“That’s enough of that. I’m getting on a bike,” Linda said. She slowly lifted her legs and slid off the machine. “See ya.”
“Bye,” the woman said, before returning to her leg lifts.
Linda sat on the exercise bike, alternating her glance from the TV monitor to the athletic blonde who had moved to the knee lift device. The woman’s legs, locked tightly together, lifted with ease from one side to the other. Her loose shorts rose high up her legs with each lift. Linda looked with envy at the woman’s firm thighs.
Linda looked away. “God. C’mon, Linda. I can’t believe you would actually think like that,” she said to herself. She watched the closed-captioning scroll across the bottom of the TV monitor. When she looked back down, the woman was gone.
Linda completed her half hour on the bike and headed for the shower. Afterwards, she wrapped a towel around her and headed back to her locker. At the end of the same row was the blonde, pulling off her shorts. Linda watched the woman’s bare breasts hang seductively and her round ass point toward the lockers. She felt embarrassed when the woman finally noticed Linda just a few feet away, looking intently at the near perfect naked body.
“Oh, hi,” the woman said. “All done for today?”
“Yeah. Time to go home and crash,” Linda said. She unwrapped the towel nervously and hastily reached for her sweatshirt.
The woman grabbed her own towel and starting walking toward Linda, scanning her with her eyes. Linda pulled the sweatshirt over her head and let it fall to her hips.
“I’ll see you later in the week, maybe,” the woman said.
“Sure.”
Linda watched her head for the showers, her bare ass swaying gracefully.
“I hope so,” Linda said to herself.
Two nights later, Linda was back on the bike, her mind occupied by a sitcom re-run on the TV. She had scanned the exercise area several times, looking for the blonde. But, without success. This was probably good, she told herself. She had thought too much about the woman’s face and body the last two days.
“May I?”
Linda jerked her head around in surprise. The missing blonde was mounting the bike next to her.
“Of course. Hi.” Linda wondered if she sounded as flustered as she felt.
The woman was programming the bike’s computer. Linda envied the expensive looking, matching tank top and shorts outfit the woman wore. Not to mention the way she filled it out.
When she was done, the woman looked across at Linda. “I don’t think I introduced myself before. I’m Beth.”
“Hi, Beth. I’m Linda.”
They exchanged smiles and glanced back up at the TV. “Good thing I don’t come in here for entertainment,” Beth said.
“I know,” Linda replied. “But it takes my mind off the boredom of this bike.”
“Absolutely. I like the individual machines better. They just don’t do the cardiovascular like this does.”
“You been doing this for a long time?” Linda asked.
“A couple years,” Beth said. “Closer I got to thirty the more scared I was that I’d lose it…whatever I had.”
Linda smiled back at her. In her mind, Linda was confirming that what Beth had was quite adequate. However, Beth was, in many ways, a very insecure woman. For the past ten years she alternated between dating men and women. When she got tired of the boorish, juvenile acts of men, she would go out with a female friend. When petty jealousy and small talk bored her, she’d date a man certain to mindlessly throw her on a bed and fuck her.
Two months ago she dated the ultimate boor.
“I don’t think you have to worry,” Linda was saying.
“Thanks. Plus, I have no life. This is my idea of going out sometimes.”
“You’re single?” Linda asked.
“Yes. Thank God.”
“Sometimes…,” Linda let the thought drop. She didn’t even know this woman. Why dump on her?
Beth looked across at Linda. The awkwardness was apparent in her expression. The large diamond and band on Linda’s finger had been evident from the first time Beth watched the other woman. Maybe a married woman would give her a new perspective.
They chatted more comfortably for another twenty minutes or so. At the end of her half hour, Linda thanked Beth for making the time go faster and headed for the locker room.
Once again, Beth was at a nearby locker when Linda emerged from the shower. Beth’s sweaty tank top clung tightly to her full chest, highlighting erect nipples.
“Can I ask you something?” Beth said sheepishly.
A confused look crossed Linda’s face. “Sure. What?”
“You don’t have to…I mean, if you can’t…Uh, would you like to come over some night and we can have a drink or something. When we’re not panting and sweating.”
Linda laughed. Then realized the seriousness with which Beth had asked the question.
“Uh, sure. Yes. I think I would.”
“Great.” Beth reached inside her locker and pulled out a small piece of paper. “Here’s my phone number. Call me whenever you want. If you don’t call, I’ll understand.”
Linda realized quickly that Beth had prepared for this in advance. She felt oddly flattered. “Oh, I’ll call. Thanks.”
By the time Beth was undressed and in the shower, Linda was on her way home. Maybe a new friendship would be a good thing. She wasn’t sure what she had in common with Beth, but she certainly was attractive and seemed to be fun to be around. Linda wondered to herself why the attractiveness of the cute blonde was always one of the first things she thought of. It was all a little scary.
It took three days for Linda to make the phone call. Arrangements were made for Linda to visit on a Friday night when her husband was taking their son to a movie. Beth promised to have pizza ready—veggie, of course—and Linda approved. Directions to Beth’s condo were given and both women said they were looking forward to it.
When she hung up, Linda exhaled as if she had been holding her breath for hours. “Did I sound anxious? Nervous?” Her mind was asking more questions than she could answer. She decided to just go, have a good time, and come home. No big deal.
Beth spent the next couple days working, exercising (without seeing Linda, unfortunately) and thinking about their “date.” She had friends over all the time. This should be no different. But it was. This was a relative stranger; married; with a kid; who almost certainly had never had a lesbian experience.
Could she be sure of that? Probably, Beth thought. She noticed how Linda scurried to get dressed in the locker room or wrapped the towel tightly around herself. There were no outward signs of physical attraction, except when she caught Linda looking at her in the locker room. Maybe that wasn’t what it seemed to be. Nevertheless, Beth thought often of Linda’s brown eyes, brunette hair and rounded features.
Friday finally arrived and Linda rushed home from work. After a fast meal and arguments with her son about clothes and face washing, she was alone. A quick shower left her standing naked in the bedroom, pulling on underwear and struggling with her own choice of wardrobes. She wasn’t sure why she fretted over what to wear to a friend’s condo for pizza, but she did. The obvious choice of jeans and a sweater won out.
Across town, Beth was having a much easier time. Her selection of “flirting” clothes was fairly limited. Tight jeans and a low cut, black pullover shirt would do just fine. Worked before, didn’t it? She smiled to herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair flowed over her ears and neck and lightly onto her shoulders. A couple inches of cleavage invited the eye down to bare nipples poking against the shirt.
Linda arrived fifteen minutes late, not wanting to appear all that overanxious. The two women made small talk while Beth showed her guest around the first floor of the condo. Ultimately, they ended up in the kitchen and Beth poured them glasses of wine. She had ordered a pizza just before Linda arrived and they went into the living room to sit and wait for it.
They discussed jobs, TV, music and men.
“Will you ever get married?” Linda asked.
Beth shrugged. “Who knows? I never lose any sleep over it.”
“Marriage is overrated, I think,” Linda said in a tone apparently designed to make Beth feel better. “Somebody must have the perfect marriage that you read about all the time. I don’t know anybody who does, though.”
“There’s too much pressure in marriage,” Beth said. “Sexual pressure. Financial pressure. Pressure about who your friends are.”
Linda nodded as she finished her drink.
“Did your husband question you about tonight?” Beth asked.
“Of course. But I can tell him the truth. That’s part of the trust. But he had to ask. He’s a man.”
“Sounds more like the nagging wife to me,” Beth said with a laugh.
“He’s OK.” Linda’s smile was genuine.
The doorbell indicated it was time to eat. They opened the pizza box on the floor and sat next to each other—eating, talking and drinking. More than once, Linda glanced in envy at the full breasts hanging loosely inside Beth’s shirt as she leaned over for more pizza.
Soon, they split the last two pieces. Beth placed her hands inside the bottom of her shirt and lifted it as she rubbed her stomach.
“That was great. But, I didn’t need it,” she said. Linda watched the hands slide over the woman’s smooth skin in a sensual display.
Beth lay back, letting the shirt rise even further. A shiny navel ring glistened in the soft light. Beth ran her forefinger over it a couple times, her eyes closed. Linda was mesmerized.
“I’ll put the box in the trash,” Linda said hastily. She had to do something besides stare at this woman’s sleek abdomen. She grabbed the empty pizza box and headed for the kitchen.
After finding the trash can and shoving the box inside, Linda started to turn. Instead, she felt two arms embrace her. She was startled at first, but a soft voice soon calmed her.
“Thanks for coming over Linda.” Beth’s hands met under Linda’s breasts, pressed firmly against her sweater.
“Thanks for inviting me,” Linda replied. How she mustered the air to speak, she didn’t know.
“When do you have to be home?” Beth asked quietly.
There was a pause. “I can’t stay too late.”
Beth’s hands inched their way down until reaching the bottom of the sweater. Slowly, they rose again until she felt the bare skin of Linda’s stomach. Linda’s heart raced, her throat constricted and her muscles tensed. Yet, the touch of the woman’s hands was magical.
Beth was silent. Her breath rushed past Linda’s ear, rustling the fine brown hair that hung over it.
“Can you come over again, some time?” Beth finally inquired.
The little fingers of both hands were inside the top of Linda’s jeans.
“I’d love to. I enjoyed it.” Linda’s head spun. She didn’t know whether to turn, remove Beth’s hands, or take off her jeans.
“Good. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like.”
Linda turned. “Just a few more minutes, I guess. Then I really have to go.”
The two women stood inches apart. Tension was evident in their eyes. Sexual tension, drawing them closer still—until Linda moved forward and walked gingerly past her host.
They sat in the living room and talked for another half hour before Linda announced she had to go. Beth reluctantly said goodbye after they agreed once more to meet again soon.
Linda felt the adrenalin rush through her body on the drive home. She determined that, in fact, she really wanted to stay more than she was willing to admit. Beth made her feel welcome, and comfortable, and…something she couldn’t put a handle on. In bed that night she ran her fingers over her stomach, trying to duplicate the feel of Beth’s hands.
The two women met each other several times at the athletic club over the next week and a half. Beth had decided not to push Linda on the issue of their next meeting, so it was with great surprise and satisfaction that Linda asked one day if Beth would be free the following Saturday night.
“Sure. Do you want to go anywhere…a movie?” Beth asked.
“How about if we just stay at your place? I’ll bring the refreshments this time,” Linda volunteered.
“OK. If you want. That would be great.”
“I have this creamy dessert stuff that is awesome,” Linda said with a smile.
Beth said, “I’ve never turned down a dessert. I can’t wait.”
This time Linda chose to wear a more revealing, sleeveless blouse with a wide-open neckline. Without a bra on it was about the most erotic she ever felt. She tucked the blouse inside designer jeans and looked in the mirror. Her nipples pressed against the thin material. The tops of her breasts were barely visible alongside the top button.
“Well, here goes,” she said to herself. Linda wasn’t sure what she expected, but one of the things she liked about Beth was her spontaneity. Spontaneous sex wasn’t to be ruled out, she assumed.
Beth was brushing her hair one last time when the doorbell rang. She walked quickly to the door and welcomed in her guest.
“Wow. You look great in that blouse, Linda,” Beth said while taking the dish holding the dessert from Linda.
“Thanks. Can I help with anything?” They were walking toward the kitchen, with Linda watching Beth’s ass sway with each step. The tight jeans rode low on Beth’s hips and a simple white t-shirt was tucked inside.
“Nope. There’s really nothing to do,” Beth said. She smiled back at Linda. “What’s in here?”
Beth was pulling the lid off the plastic container. Inside was a layer of white cream with a half dozen strawberries lying on top.
“Oh, wow. What’s underneath?”
“A filling made with Jello and Cool Whip and more fruit,” Linda explained.
“Yummy,” Beth said. “Can we have some now?”
“Of course. That’s why I brought it,” Linda said with a smile.
Beth sliced big pieces of the scrumptious looking delight and placed them on dishes. With forks in hand, the women walked back into the living room.
They sat on the couch, talking and eating. There was more talking than eating as the women discussed new events in their lives since the previous meeting. As usual, the athletic club came up several times during the discussion, with appropriate laughter over the fact they were eating dessert at the same time.
Beth continually found herself sneaking a quick look at the opening in Linda’s blouse. It was apparent the woman wasn’t wearing a bra. Was this normal? One thing the two had not talked about much was clothing. Neither considered it a major part of their existence, it seemed. Whatever the case, Beth found it erotic and very tempting. Very tempting, indeed.
Linda watched Beth’s body language. She had become interested in the subject during a seminar her company recently made her attend. Sometimes, it worked in reverse. She found herself more self-conscious of her own body language than what she gathered from the other person’s.
For instance, she remembers thinking back about how she acted around Beth in the locker room. How nervous she must have seemed. How uncomfortable she must have appeared, despite her pleasure in watching Beth dress and undress.
Now she watched Beth curl her legs under herself on the couch, her head tilting to the side when she listened. Occasionally, fingers played with the ends of her blonde hair. All signs of placated reassurance.
Beth worked her way through the dessert, leaving a small amount on her dish. The time had come for her to test the level of Linda’s acceptance of her. The evening would either end abruptly or transcend to a new intensity.
Beth placed her plate next to Linda’s on the coffee table in front of the couch. In doing so, she shifted herself closer to Linda.
“This is marvelous dessert, Linda,” she said.
“Thanks. It’s real easy to make.”
Beth used her finger to scrape a small amount of the creamy topping off the plate. Leisurely, she brought the finger to her mouth and licked off the white topping. Then she put her mouth around the end of the finger and licked some more. Her eyes never left Linda. Linda’s eyes never left the finger.
Linda tried to swallow. Beth reached back to the plate and took another swipe of topping. She leaned forward and offered it to her guest. The finger entered Linda’s mouth and was immediately engulfed by the waiting lips. Linda’s tongue cleaned the sweet cream from the finger in quick strokes.
The women were staring at each other intently. No smiles. No blinking. The room was silent, yet teeming with emotion.
Beth pulled her finger out and reached for the plate one more time. Linda’s already overworked mind tried to predict what was coming next. Not in her wildest dreams could she have imagined.
Beth moved forward and, with her empty hand, unbuttoned the top button of Linda’s blouse. Linda did not react. Beth pushed open the blouse slightly and spread the cream on her right forefinger over the exposed breast. Without hesitation, Beth placed her mouth over the breast and began to lick off the cream.
She heard Linda take in a breath. The body moved back, then forward again. Then it was still.
When the last of the cream was licked clean, Beth proceeded down the breast, pushing the blouse farther open. One more button was opened. Finally, she reached the nipple. Lightly at first, she ran her tongue over it. Then her mouth closed around it.
This time Linda sighed audibly. Beth’s tongue flicked over the nipple and the surrounding skin. There was no reason for Linda to find this any different than when her husband did the same thing. But, it was.
Beth used both hands to unbutton the blouse while continuing to suck on Linda’s left breast. When she reached the top of Linda’s jeans, she tugged the blouse out and finished the job.

Shelly’s Man In A Million

admin — Thu, 08 May 2008 05:06:51 +0000

It was love at first sight. I got off the elevator and she was sitting behind the reception desk. The term drop dead gorgeous didn’t even begin to do her justice. Her beautiful face was surrounded by a mass of honey-blonde hair, and breasts, oh God did she have breasts - thirty-eights at least. The rest of her was hidden behind the desk, but there was no doubt in my mind that what I couldn’t see was just as perfect as what I could. She gave me a dazzling smile as I came off the elevator and said, “Good morning, can I help you?”
I smiled back, “I work here” and I extended my hand. “Manny Grotz. I work in marketing.”
Her handshake was firm and she told me that her name was Shelly Byrns.
“Welcome to the zoo Shelly. Hope you stick around.”
She gave me an odd look and then turned to answer a ringing telephone and I managed to get a look at her left hand - no rings. Of course a girl like her would have guys standing in line to ask her out, but a guy can dream, can’t he?
I worked late that night and she was gone when I went home, but I did get the dazzling smile again when I came in the next morning. Julie from the steno pool was behind the desk when I went to lunch and I hoped it was only because Shelly was out to lunch. I was sitting at a table in the restaurant just across the street from the office when I saw her come in. She had a shopping bag so I guessed she had done some shopping before coming to eat - big mistake! If you didn’t get in the restaurant by ten to twelve you were not going to find a seat. The place was packed and she couldn’t spot a place to sit so I stood up and waved to get her attention and as she walked over toward me I saw that what the desk had been hiding was indeed every bit as spectacular as what could be seen above the desk. I helped her with her chair and we made small talk as we waited for our order to arrive.
“Can I ask you something? What did you mean the other day when you said you hoped that I would stick around?”
I smiled and said, “Two things actually. We seem to have a relatively high turnover rate on the reception desk. I guess it’s just the kind of job you take while you look for something better. I hope you stick around because I love that dazzling smile I get when I get off the elevator and two, I’m hoping you stick around so that I can get to know you better.”
She laughed and said, “Guilty! I’m looking for something better.”
We exchanged the vitals - on my part unmarried and a workaholic, on her part single, a recent college graduate with a degree in Business Management and new to the city. Seizing the moment I asked her to have dinner with me that night, “I can show you around and help you get a feel for the place.”
She frowned, “I don’t think that would be a good idea. Work place relationships just never seem to work out for me.”
I said, “That shouldn’t be a problem here. By your own admission you are just passing through and as charming as I can be I still can’t see a serious relationship developing between us all that quickly.”
She looked at me for a minute and then smiled, “I suppose your right, but I can’t tonight. How about tomorrow?”
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That date was the first of many and I found that besides being easy on the eyes she was also charming, witty and intelligent. One night at dinner I asked her how the job hunting was going and she told me that it wasn’t going well. I asked her what the problem seemed to be and she said “Me!”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that if the personnel manager is a woman she’s afraid that having me around will be a distraction to all the male workers or too much competition for the other girls. If the personnel manager is a man he sees the blond hair and big tits and thinks I’m an airhead. Either that or he offers me a job if I’ll have sex with him.”
“Isn’t that being a little general?”
“Honey, I spent four years in high school and four years in college fighting the stereo-type. Believe me when I say that my 3.8 GPA doesn’t get near the attention that my thirty-eight chest does.”
“That doesn’t seem fair”
She gave me a rueful look and said, “It isn’t, but it’s my burden to carry unless I’m willing to turn myself into a hag.”
Driving her to back to her apartment I finally worked up enough nerve to try and kiss her goodnight. I had been on my best behavior around her because I didn’t want to scare her off and I hoped that I wouldn’t fuck things up. I walked her to her door and she turned to face me, “Have I got bad breath?”
Caught by surprise I stammered an “Of course not.”
“Then why haven’t you ever kissed me good night?”
Before I could answer she stood on tiptoe and kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue started probing as soon as our lips touched and after a seconds hesitation I let mine do a little exploring. It was a long kiss and when we broke it she gave me that dazzling smile of hers and said, “You show promise baby. See you tomorrow.”
I was six blocks away when the cell phone rang. I answered it, but it kept on ringing and I finally woke up to the fact that it wasn’t mine making the noise. On the passenger seat I saw a phone almost under the back cushion and I leaned over to grab it but it stopped ringing as soon as I picked it up. It must have fallen out of Shelly’s purse. I hung an illegal U-turn and headed back to her place and I pulled up in front just in time to see Shelly open her door and let the two guys standing on the porch come in. She had been stark naked. It was a very long drive home for me and I knew that the night was going to be a very bad one.
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The same glorious smile greeted me when I got to work the next morning and I returned it with a somewhat weak one. I took her cell phone out of my pocket and gave it to her; “It must have fallen out of your purse last night.”
She took the phone and said, “Thank you. I wondered were it had gone.”
I headed for my office and buried myself in the work piled up on my desk. About ten there was a knock at my door and I looked up to see Shelly standing there.
“Can I come in?” I waved her to a chair.
“I wanted to thank you again for returning my cell phone. It’s the only connection I have to the places I sent resumes. You tried to return it me last night, didn’t you?”
I nodded a yes.
“I saw you out front. I guess you saw me too.”
Again I nodded a yes.
“I almost waved for you to come up, but at the last second I chickened out.”
“Why?”
She looked like she was trying to make up her mind about something.
“It’s a long story and not a very pretty one. What are you doing for dinner tonight?”
I shrugged, “Work here until I finish my project. Catch a bite on the way home.”
She said, “Would you have dinner with me tonight at my place? I’m a pretty good cook.”
I was torn. On the one hand I wanted to scream out “Oh God yes!” but on the other I saw her naked and welcoming two men into her apartment. That image pretty much shattered the image of Shelly that I had built up in my mind over the last couple of weeks.
“Please? I need someone I can talk to and you are the only real friend that I’ve made since I’ve been here.”
That almost made me laugh. I mean I would have to consider letting two men into my apartment while I was naked a pretty damn friendly thing to do. She saw the indecision on my face and said please again and I caved.
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She was an excellent cook and after we ate I helped her with the dishes and she poured us each a tumbler of Bailey’s Irish Cream and we sat down in the living room.
“This is going to be hard for me so please hear me out before you get up and leave. It is going to be hard because I like you. I like you very much. So much in fact that I don’t want to hurt you. When I saw you last night I knew that you saw me and I almost called for you to come up - why not, the damage was already done. But at the last second I said maybe he was looking the other way and didn’t see you naked and staring hungrily at those two guys. What makes it really hard for me is that those two guys you saw last night don’t mean a damn thing to me and yet they got to fuck me while you, who I do care about, didn’t.
“I have a problem. I am as close to being a nymphomaniac as you can get without really being one. I think I am one, but my doctor says I’m not. Sex is like a drug to me and I have to have it, and not just some, but a lot. There never has been a man in my life who could take care of me by himself. A lot have said they could and a lot have tried, but no one ever has. I know you wonder why I’m not married. I’m good looking, good company, a good cook and a great piece of ass so I shouldn’t have any trouble finding a man, right? Well I don’t, it’s just that I can’t keep them after I land them. I was married once, but he took off when he got tired of the parade of men who passed through our bedroom. I loved him and I thought he loved me, but I guess he just didn’t love me enough - and he knew going in what I was and what I had to have and said he was man enough to handle it.
” It’s the story of my life baby. I meet a man I like, some one like you, some one that I’d like to spend time with and then my jones rears its ugly head and the guy is history. I can’t help it baby, I’ve got to have it every day. I had two guys in here earlier tonight to take the edge off so I wouldn’t get all antsy and stupid while you were here. At least not until I had a chance to tell you how sorry I am that we can never be.”
She looked at me sitting there, silently taking in every word. Finally she seemed to run out of things to say and sat there looking at me with an unreadable expression on her face.
“What? You expect me to run screaming for the door? Not all men are assholes you know. Some of us can be kind, nonjudgmental and even understanding. So what is it you want from me? What are you expecting?”
She gave me a sad smile, “I expected you to be up and gone by now so I never considered that you might ask me what I wanted. But to answer your question what I’d like is for you to be my friend. Someone who will like me for what I wish I could be and not just think of me as a piece of meat.”
I shook my head no and said; “Sorry sweetie, but I can’t help you there. Oh I can be your friend and I can like you for what you are or for what you would like to be, but I am a man and you do have the body and look of a sex goddess and there is no way that I can ignore that. There is just no way in this world that I’m not going to want to possess you. But I’m not the kind of guy who will take you just because I happen to be around when you need a cock. You have to want me for me. Until then I’ll try and be a good friend and keep my lustful thoughts to myself.”
She was crying now and I got up and went over and sat down beside her and took her in my arms and hugged her to me. I spent the next hour listening to her crying into my shoulder until she had sobbed herself to sleep. I carried her to the bedroom, placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket, and then I went home.
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I went in early the next morning and got there before even the janitors were done so I didn’t get to see Shelly. She came into my office around ten-thirty and said, “You busy tonight?” I thought about what I had planned, but it wasn’t anything that I couldn’t put off so I said, “No, nothing planned that I can’t get out of.”
“Want to come over?”
I sat across the desk and looked at her - the woman of my dreams, but only if I was willing to share her. “What do you have in mind?”
“You gave me your terms and I was willing to meet them last night until I lost control of myself. I guess I’m just not used to tenderness. I wanted you last night because of who and what you are and I want you even more today for the same reason.”
I took a deep breath, “Seven?”
She smiled and leaned over the desk and kissed me, “Seven” she said.
That night I found heaven. She was soft, warm, tender and loving, hard as nails, hotter than a two-dollar pistol and insatiable all at the same time. I spent the night with her simply because she didn’t leave me enough strength to get out of the bed. From that night on I saw her almost every night; I just couldn’t get there before seven and once or twice she asked me not to come over at all, “I got it bad today baby, I need something special tonight.”
I would sit at home and wonder what “special” meant, three, four, or five? Again I didn’t care, not as long as she spent time with me. I honestly loved her company and I gloried in being around her and that was my undoing. One night she told me that she had to stop seeing me.
“I can see it in your eyes baby. Any day now you are going to ask me to marry you and I’ll have to say no. I won’t want to, but I’ll have to. There is no long-term future for us. You will say you can handle it, and you might even believe that you can, but experience has shown me that you can’t - no man can. I’m sorry baby, but it’s for your own good.”
I didn’t think she was right about that, but she was right about one thing; work place romances just did not turn out well.
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It was pure hell for me to walk into work every morning and see her look away from me. I took to coming in early so I wouldn’t have to see her; my work suffered, I couldn’t sleep and it was just an all around bad time for me. Finally I couldn’t take it any more and I made some phone calls and called in a few favors. It was something I should have done for her a long time ago, but I didn’t because I wanted to keep her close. I walked into work one morning and walked up to the reception desk, “Miss Byrns, I need to see you in my office at ten. Please be prompt” and I walked away with her staring at my back. She showed up at my office door at exactly nine and I motioned her to take a seat.
“Unfortunately Miss Bryns you have been right about too many things. You were right when you said that you could see I was going to propose, in fact I had intended to do it that very night - I even had the ring. You were also right when you said work place romances don’t seem to work out well. It sucks being in the same building with you every day and never seeing you smile at me any more. There is of course only one cure for that - one of us has to go. I have several years with the firm against your few months so the solution to the problem is to get rid of you.”
Her face turned white and then angry, but I caught her before she exploded. “You should know me better than to think what just went through your mind. I am not an asshole!”
I handed her four sheets of paper; “I called in some favors yesterday. You already have the job at each of those four places. All you have to do is talk to each of the four names on those pages and pick the job you want. One last thing. You didn’t give me the chance to say this when I was ready so I’ll say it now - I love you. Now please leave” and I swiveled my chair around so I wouldn’t have to see her walk away.
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Almost a month went by and then one day I got a call from my friend Dave, “You know that favor you called in? Well I still owe you. She is an absolute jewel. That girl has got her shit together and she is going to go places with this company. All that talent and gorgeous too. Why in the hell did you ever let her get away?”
Why indeed I thought when he hung up. Another week went by and then one morning I heard a knock on my doorframe and I looked up and saw Shelly.
“Just happened to be in the neighborhood and I thought I’d drop in and say hi. Buy a girl lunch?”
“Not a good idea sweetie. I’m not near over you yet. Give me another twenty years and maybe we can give it a try.’
“Yeah. Well, I’ve been thinking about that too and we need to talk, but I’d just as soon not do it here.”
I gave her a long look. What the fuck I thought, it can’t hurt any worse than it does all ready so I shrugged and got up and followed her out. Once we were seated at the restaurant she said, “First, I’ve missed you terribly. I left your office the day you told me you loved me and I went home and cried. I cried damn near every night for a week.”
I started to say something, but she held up her hand, “Me first. I need to get it all out. It has taken me weeks to get up the courage to face you. The reason I broke it off with you was because I’d come to love you too and I didn’t want to see you get hurt. And it was inevitable that you would get hurt. But over the last month I’ve come to realize that I wasn’t being fair to you. What if you were the one man in a million who could handle the situation with me and I didn’t give you that chance. If you were that man I had just robbed us both. Are you still stupid enough to want to try?”
Does a duck walk barefoot on the beach? That night after she had damn near crippled me I told her what I thought we had to do to find out if I could handle the situation. All I had to do was join her when her other lovers came over. If I could take sharing her with them in action, I could damn well live with the knowledge that she was with them when I wasn’t around. We decided to try it the very next evening and see what happened. I approached the evening with a fair amount of trepidation and Shelly sensed it and took charge.
It was a blast! It was the largest turn on of my life. Shelly sucked my cock while one of the guys fucked her. I fucked her while she sucked another cock. She sucked my cock again while the two guys fucked her, one in her pussy and one in her ass, and then I fucked her in her ass while the other two watched. I was sorry when the other two guys left.
“When can we do it again?” I asked. Shelly gave me a long look and said, “Are you serious, or are you just trying to make me feel better?”
I gave her a big smile and said, “Sweetie, I just had more fun than the law should allow and I can’t wait to do it again.”
For the next two months I joined Shelly two and sometimes three times a week. I enjoyed it so much that one time I asked her to have four guys over just so I could stand and watch what the four of us had been doing. And every night after the other guys had gone we fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was a Saturday and I had asked Shelly to come over to my apartment. When she rang I buzzed her in and went into the kitchen and popped the cork on a bottle of champagne and poured two flutes. When she knocked on the door I let her in and handed her the champagne.
“First I want you to take a big sip of the bubbly and then I’m going to hit you with several things in quick succession. I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way. You can say no to any or all of it and I’ll still love you. Okay? Ready?”
She gulped down her champagne and said, “Okay.” I took her by the hand and led her into my bedroom where, standing as naked as the day they were born, were seven of my very best friends.
“I’m very particular about who I’m willing to entrust my most precious possession to. I know you have your own stable, but I don’t know them very well and there are even one or two I don’t like. I’ve known these guys most of my life and I trust every one of them implicitly. Brad has agreed to be my best man and the other guys will be ushers. You can set up any schedule you like with them and they have all promised me that they will do their very best for you. I just need two things from you. One, they want you to be the entertainment at my bachelor party, and two, in order for there to be a bachelor party I need you to agree to be my wife.”
I went down on one knee and said, “Shelly Byrns, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”