Neighborhood Help

Neighborhood Help
By: F1racer (f1racer22@gmail.com)

Neighborhood Help

Cassandra needs help painting her living room in her new house. She gets a very nice housewarming gift from her young neighbor Aaron.

I had recently moved into a new house on the other side of town. I had just gotten out a nasty divorce settlement 4 months ago and I made out like a bandit. I decided to sell my house because it was to big for one person to handle. Let me start by telling you a little bit about myself. My name is Cassandra and I am 47 years old. I recently divorced my cheating alcoholic husband of 25 years because I found out that he was sleeping with half of the women in his office. I have two daughters that are 26 and 22. The eldest is married and living in New York and the youngest daughter is away at grad school down south. I felt the need to move to a house that was more manageable since I was going to be living by myself. I am 5'7" 128lbs, straight brown hair that comes down just past my ears. I have blue eyes and 36B breasts. I have fabulous ass and long slender legs. I work out about 4 times a week. I am work as a hotel manager for a french boutique hotel in a large east coast city. I spend a great deal of time there since my husband was never around and my daughters have grown up.

I had been living in my house for about a month. It was a nice cozy house for me. I had unpacked all of my boxes and everything was now in place. I realized that the house was lacking some color and I decided to paint the downstairs of the house. I also realized that the painting was going to be too much for me to handle by myself. My neighbor from two doors down was an attractive looking young man about my eldest daughter's age. He would have been perfect for my youngest daughter. I know that I also got a tingle between my legs when ever I would see him. He is about 6'1" 170 lbs and very athletic build to him. His brown hair and green eyes made him very irresistible. I decided to talk to him one night after I got done running. He was taking his garbage out to the curb as was I. He looked over and said hi to me. I waved to him and started walking over to him. As I got closer to him I said" Hi Aaron, how have you been". "I am doing pretty good and you Cassandra?" "Im okay, I just got back from a run." I noticed Aaron checking me out as his eyes went up and down. I was wearing just a sports bra and running shorts. "How far did you run?" "I went about 3 miles" I replied. "That is pretty good, that is about what I average, we will have to go for a run together one of these days." I said "Yeah let me know when." My nipples started to get hard and think he noticed it, because his eyes where right on my breasts. I said" Do you know anyone that paints, I am looking for someone to paint or help me paint my downstairs." "I can help you paint if you want." That would be great, how much do you want me to pay you? I responded. Aaron said he wasn't sure, but lets go take a look at your downstairs area. We went into my house and he commented that he liked the way I had the place set up. I showed him the colors that I had selected. These are very nice colors Cassandra. I think it should take us about 3-4 days to get this painted. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. My pussy was getting wetter by the minute, I was wondering if my moisture was going to run down my legs. Aaron said that "we can start Friday after work around 6:30. I'll bring the pizza." I said that is a deal, I will bring the wine and beer." Aaron went back to his house. I watched him from my bedroom as I undressed myself. My nipples were as hard as a rock and my pussy was very wet. My thong was soaked as I pulled it out from between my lips. I opened my night stand and took out my 7" vibrator. I turned it on and slid it right into my pussy. No need to get myself worked up, I put it on the highest setting and began pump away at my pussy. I was cumming within seconds. I kept cumming as I thought about Aaron fucking me. I cam two more times before I turned it off and got in the shower. Once I got into the shower, I was still pretty worked up and had to put the showerhead between my legs to get myself off two more times.

The next two days went by quickly. On Friday morning, I saw Aaron as I was leaving for work. I was all worked up on the drive into work that I had to lock myself in my office and masturbate with the dildo in my drawer. Friday seemed to drag on forever. I finally left around 5:30 and picked up a couple of bottles of wine on the way home. I got home around 6:00 and went upstairs to change. While undressing I noticed that my thong was soaked. I couldn't stop thinking about Aaron. I don't know what has come over me. I am old enough to be his mother, but I can't stop thinking about him fucking my brains out. I quickly got out the dildo and fucked myself again. I put on a new thong with some old shorts and a t-shirt. I checked myself in the mirror and then I heard a knock at the door. I went downstairs to find Aaron standing there with a pizza box. I let him in and took the pizza from him. We sat down and ate and talked about our work days. I learned that Aaron worked about 7 blocks over from my hotel. We agreed to get together for lunch one of these days. I had opened the bottle of wine and poured each of us a glass. We decided that we should get started painting. Aaron decided it would be best if I did the edging and he went with the roller. I went around doing the edges and the corners. This required me to get up onto the ladder. I could feel Aaron's eye staring at my ass and trying to look up my shorts. It was turning me on more and more by the minutes. We were able to get two walls done in my living room. At that point I was starting to get tired and it was almost ten o'clock. I poured myself another glass of wine. I was already on my third glass and I was feeling great. I watched Aaron as he got done cleaning up the paint supplies. I sat down on the couch admiring his gorgeous body. I asked him"How come you don't have a girlfriend?" He responded by saying that he was in between girlfriends, he had just gotten out of a long relationship with a girl that was a little to possessive and wanted to have kids right away. He sat down on the couch next to me with his glass of wine. He asked me why I wasn't seeing anyone. I told him that it gets harder when you are my age. All the good ones my age are already married or are after younger women. He then asked me if I had ever considered younger men. I said yeah I have, but I wouldn't think that younger men would go for a woman my age. Aaron responded by saying that I would be surprised what they would go for. He then turned and looked me in the eye. I was so wet at that point that I was ready to cum right then and there. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back. We began making out on my couch and I was in heaven. We made out like teenagers on a first date for almost half an hour. I got up to get us more wine in the kitchen and he followed me into the kitchen. He turned me around and began kissing me again. This time I felt his right hand move down to my breasts and begin rubbing them with his fingers through my t-shirt.. I told him to take off my t-shirt. He removed it and was surprised that I wasn't wearing a bra, he began kissing and licking my nipples. I pulled his t-shirt off and admired his six pack abs and beautiful chisled chest muscles. I slid my hand down into his shorts and felt his hard cock through his boxers.

"Ohh my what do we have here.". I said

He looked up from sucking on my nipples and smiled at me. I started pulling his shorts and boxers down to reveal a very nice 8 inch cock. I said " very nice Aaron". I turned him around so that he was up against the counter and then got down on my knees and started licking his balls and the underside of his cock. "Aaron you have a very nice cock, much nicer than my ex- husbands." Who was I kidding he was 2 inches longer and an inch thicker than my ex. It was like having one of my many vibrators or dildos in my hand. I knew I was going to have fun with this one. As I licked up and down the shaft of his cock I could hear him moaning . I slipped his cock into his mouth and began to move my tongue around as I moved up and down on his cock.

"Ohhhhhhh Cassandra, you really know how to suck cock."

I looked up and made eye contact with him as I moved back and forth on this cock. I could feel my moisture seep through my thong and onto my shorts. I thought I was going to cum with out even being penetrated. I could feel the cum building up in Aaron's balls. I knew he would cum soon and I was ready for his seed to fill my mouth. All of a sudden I heard his cell phone right. I stopped for a second while he answered it. He talked on the phone for minute or two as I licked his cock and played with his balls. He hung up the phone and said that he had to go. My smile turned to a frown as I let his cock slip out of my mouth.

"Why do you have to go" I said

"I have to go pick up one of my friends at the bar, he is drunk and needs a ride home." he said.

"Well I need to ride your cock." I said

"I'm sorry" he said as he pulled his shorts up and put his t-shirt back on. He kissed me on the lips and was out the door. I was pissed because I haven't had sex in 2 months and I had my chance to get fucked my a young stud and now he was gone. I walked back into the living room and sat down to watch evening news. I find the evening news sports anchor very attractive. After about half an hour, I went upstairs and got undressed. I was still feeling very horny as I took off my thong. I decided that I was going to fuck myself before I fell asleep for the night. I went into my closet and got out a porno and put it into the DVD player and turned it on. I went into the night stand and took out my 8 inch vibrator and also my butt plug and some lube. I lubed up the plug and my asshole and then slide the 5 inch plug into my ass. I propped up the pillows on my bed and the started working the vibrator in and out of my pussy as I watched the movie. I guess that I got so caught up in the movie that I didn't even notice Aaron standing at the door watching me fuck myself. He was stroking his hard cock to match the strokes of my vibrator going in and out of my pussy. He walked over to me and took off his clothes and then pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and began licking my slick wet pussy. I started moaning the second his tongue hit my pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh Aaron your tongue feels so good, don't stop."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yessss thats it, don't stop."

The next thing I knew I was cumming like crazy. I hadn't made myself cum that hard in quite sometime. I must have blacked out, because when I woke up, Aaron was laying beside me on the bed. I rolled over and kissed him and told that he is fantastic at oral sex. He told me that I was as well. I kissed him on the lips and then licked my way down his body to his erect cock. I took all of him in my mouth and began deep throating him. He began moaning as I played with his balls. I took his cock out of my mouth and licked from his asshole to his balls.

"Cassandra that feels great no girl has ever done that to me." He said

"Well I'm no girl, you are getting a blowjob from a woman here" I pulled his ass cheeks apart and licked his asshole again, this time spending a little bit longer down there. He moans told me that he was enjoying it. I began stroking his cock while I licked his asshole. This was driving him crazy. I decided to push the envelope a little further and I stuck my middle finger into his asshole at the same time I grabbed his balls so he wouldn't cum. He kept on moaning as I assaulted his asshole and cock at the same time.

I looked up at him and told him that enough is enough, I need to have his beautiful cock in me. I climbed up on top of him and slowly lowered my wet pussy onto his cock. Pausing a little bit to tease him a bit. It took me as second to get used to his size, since it had been a while since I had a real cock in me. I could feel his thickness stretching me a bit. I loved it, I began to move up and down on his cock. He put his hands on my hips and then moved them up to my tits. He pulled on my nipples as I started to get into a quicker rhythm with is wonderful cock. His hands moved around to my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I forgot that I had the butt plug in my ass. "I was going to stick a finger in your asshole, but it looks like you already have something in there" he said. I told him not to worry as he would have plenty of opportunities to stick his cock and fingers in my asshole. I leaned forward and began kissing him as we interlocked our fingers together. I felt my first orgasm coming on as I rocked back and forth. I was very impressed with his stamina as I was well on my way to my next orgasm.

We rolled over on to my back not missing a beat. I put my feet up on his shoulders and he really started to pound away at my pussy. I reached down and rubbed my clit as he keep fucking me. I was getting close to my next orgasm.

"Ohhh Yess Aaron you feels so great, don't stoppp" Is all that I could get out of my mouth. My brain was on overload as I was getting fucked by this wonderful young man, combined with the butt plug filling up my ass I was in heaven.

Aaron pulled his cock out of my pussy briefly, this left my pussy feeling empty. I bent down and licked his cock a few times. He then turned me onto my hands and knees and entered me from behind. His cock quickly slid back into my cunt and returned to the quick pace that I was growing to love. He started to pull the butt plug in and out of my asshole while fucking me with his cock.

"Ohhhhhhhh goddddddddddd I'm cumming again." I said. Each orgasm was getting better than the last one.

I had lost track of how many orgasms this young man had give me. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 1:30 in the morning. I had Aaron get on his back and I straddled him again as I was ready for him to fill me with his juices. I leaned back and rested on his knees as he kept fucking me. I was on my way to another orgasm when I heard him start to pick up the pace and moan even more. I started to clamp down on his shaft with my pelvic muscles. This is all the he needed as he started to shoot stream after stream of his cum into my well soaked pussy. I went into my own orgasm and began convulsing on him. He kept pumping away into me until he emptied all of his cum into me. I fell forward on to his chest. I was exhausted from just getting one of the best fucking in my life. We were both covered in sweat.

"Aaron that was amazing, thank you very much" I said

"No thank you Cassandra, I have never been fucked like that before." He responded.

I kissed him on the lips as I felt his cock slip out of my swollen pussy. He turned me over onto my back and then kissed his way down my body to my pussy. He spread my legs and then licked all of our juices out of my pussy. I wasn't expecting this and it sent me into another orgasm.

I thanked him very much for cleaning me up as I grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom . We got in the shower and washed each other and had sex again in the shower. After the shower we got out and fucked again downstairs in the kitchen. We went into the living room and looked at the two walls that we had painted.

"You know Aaron, we still haven't talked about paying you for helping me out with this painting." I said

"Don't worry Cassandra I think you just paid me in full for the entire job." He said.

We finished our wine and then went back upstairs to my bedroom were we fell asleep completed exhausted from fucking each other brains out. As I fell asleep I had a feeling that I was going to be needing his help on a lot more projects around my house.

More stories to come involving Cassandra and Aaron.

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Accidental Fantasy

Accidental Fantasy
By: slyfox (fantac65@hotmail.com)

ACCIDENTAL FANTASY

She'd never met the man, but he was about to change her life forever. Fantasy or reality or perhaps a little of each? Who knows the limits of the power of our minds?

It had to be the freakiest of freak accidents. Both cars ran the red light, trying to beat the yellow light. They came together right in front of me, sending both cars skidding towards mine. I slammed on my brakes and braced for the impact. Thankfully, my car received just a mild bump as they came to a stop.

People were running from everywhere and while it must have been several minutes, it seemed like only seconds before sirens could be heard in the distance. An officer had me move my car to the curb and I sat there, shaking, with my head on the steering wheel. I wasn't hurt, just frightened and relieved that they missed me. My whole body shook as I realized how close I had come to being in a major accident.

Suddenly, a rather attractive man of about thirty-five or so appeared at my window and inquired as to my safety. I told him that I wasn't hurt, but he insisted on checking my pulse. As he held my wrist, a strange feeling, a warmth if you will, came over me. I can't explain it, I just had felt totally at ease with this stranger. I had no fear or anything. It was as though I had known him all of my life. Obviously, my pulse was racing and he suggested that I needed to get out of the car and stretch so I could take a few deep breaths, which I did. To tell you the truth, it helped a lot. As I stood there, I noticed that he was staring at me. I'm certainly no beauty, far from it, but I'm happy with myself. I was grateful, though, that I wore my favorite outfit. Medium blue slacks and matching jacket top with a light blue blouse under it. With my auburn hair and brown eyes, I looked great.

When he offered to buy me some coffee while they cleared the wreckage and cleaned the street, I gladly accepted. The coffee shop was just a few yards from my car and I could sit by the window and keep an eye on it in case the police wanted it moved. I ordered a cappuccino while he just had regular coffee. He was good at getting me to talk and I soon found myself telling him about my family and I felt the stress leave my body. I told him of my ailing husband and his long recovery. I told him of the affect that his illness had on our daughter who was sixteen and had been putting on weight because she ate when she was worried.

As we left the coffee shop, he walked to my car with me. He took my hand as I got in and smiled. "You're husband will be fine in about a month," he said. "He's a lot stronger now and you'll see a big difference in him when you get home."

"How could you possibly know that?" I asked.

"I have a kind of sixth sense about it," he replied. " Talk to your daughter. She's only about fifteen pounds overweight. Tell her to eat one of these a day and to watch what she eats and she'll be lean and mean in about three months." He handed me a package of Mint-O-Licious butter mints, something she loves, but these were an unusual color, almost a teal blue. "Only one a day," he said,"or it won't work."

"I wish I could lose weight that easily," I remarked.

He smiled at me and patted my hand. "I wouldn't worry about that," he said. "Besides, your clothes wouldn't fit and your pants would fall off."

"I didn't mean instantly," I replied, "just easily."

"You'll be fine," he said, "it just takes time."

He turned to walk away, but then something suddenly occurred to me. "Wait," I called, spinning around, "How do you know my daughter?" People in the area stared at me a bit strangely. There was no one there. A few minutes later, an officer came over to take my statement. Then he told me that I could leave and just stop down at the police station at my convenience to sign it when it was completed.

It was hot in the car, and I slipped off my jacket before I pulled away from the curb. For one reason or other, I became aware of my blouse feeling like it belonged to someone else. I had never noticed how loose the sleeves were on my arms and when I looked in the rear view mirror at a light, the whole blouse looked baggy and ill fitting Strange, I always thought that blouse made me look great.

When I arrived at the house, I put my car keys in my purse and suddenly found an envelope sticking up from the top of it. Puzzled, I opened it and found a short note. "Be warned. It can be very embarrassing when your pants fall off ." I laughed because I thought that he had just wanted to make me feel good. When I got out of the car, however, I felt that I needed to grab at my belt, thinking that perhaps it or something else had broken..

I managed to get into the house without any incidents and after greeting my husband briefly, I went into the bathroom to look in the full length mirror. My God, I looked like I had lost ten pounds. Nothing seemed to fit right. I couldn't wait to see what I looked like naked. My daughter was at school so I did something quite bold, at least for me it was. I stripped everything off and looked at my reflection in the mirror and liked what I saw. In fact, I liked it a lot. I was so horny, I was wishing my husband could make love to me, right then and there, but it had been many months since he'd been strong enough for any attempt at that. I sighed and dressed, running a brush through my hair before going in to the den to see how his day had gone.

I kissed him and told him I loved him, then asked how his day went.

"I guess it depends on how you look at it," he replied.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"It was so strange. I was sitting here and I got a strange feeling all over me, like someone gave me a shot of adrenaline. I felt so great that I stood up beside the chair and my legs never shook at all. I carried my walker with me, just in case, and walked into the bathroom, did my thing, and walked back without using the walker at all. It felt great and I wasn't breathing hard or hurting that much when I got back."

I took his face in my hands and kissed him. "Amazing," I said. "Congratulations, darling. Maybe the therapy and medication are starting to work, finally. Just don't overdue it."

"No chance," he replied. "I don't want to get cocky but it sure felt good."

Sheer coincidence? I wondered. I told him that I had to take a shower and change. As I started up the stairs, I looked over at him and saw a very satisfied look on his face. I could hardly wait for the day I could make to him again, but I had to be concerned about his health. I showered, then looked at my reflection once more. My breasts hadn't been that firm in years. In fact, they even appeared almost perky. Curly brown hairs lay below my much smaller stomach and there was very little cellulite on my thighs. There was a make up mirror on the vanity and I held it so that I could look at my ass. Hot damn, I looked good. I was getting turned on by my own body.

I pulled the belt from my slacks before putting them in the hamper, and as I did, another envelope fell to the floor. I opened it up in sheer wonder at how he got the envelopes into my purse and now my slacks without me even knowing about it. I opened it and found another note similar to the first one.

"I hope you forgive me," he wrote. "I have this fantasy about you and I together. You may want to be naked and lying on your bed when you read this. Just lie back and close your eyes and let your imagination take over."

I turned it over a couple of times, looking for something else but there was nothing. As I stood there however, a warm feeling moved over my body and I felt as though someone were touching my face. The longer I stood there, the more flushed I became and without giving it a thought, I stretched out on my bed and closed my eyes.

Warm soft lips caressed my ears and forehead. Kisses were placed on my eyes, my nose and my cheeks before my lips were wrapped in heavenly kisses and a tongue probed between them. They were sucked gently into his as I felt his hands move over my body. He stroked my shoulders and arms before beginning to softly trace his fingers down over my chest. I opened my eyes but of course there was no one there in the room with me. I suppose that if I had kept them open, none of the rest would have happened. However, I didn't want it to stop so I closed my eyes once more.

His touch was like a feather as he moved over my breasts and surrounded them with his big warm hands, lifting them, kneading them gently before taking my nipples into his fingers to press them and twist them. My breathing became labored and I moaned my appreciation as he pulled them out and pinched them. The he let them go and I felt his warm, moist lips surround one of them as he sucked it into his mouth and tongued around it. I was on fire but I didn't want it to end. He nibbled at them and kissed my breasts, taking little nips of flesh into his mouth and sucking on them.

As he continued kissing them, his fingers had begun probing into my navel and I pushed into them. No one had ever done that before and I never knew how erotic it could be. Then his hand moved downward and softly moved over my pubic hairs. I tensed and moaned in anticipation of what was to be and spread my legs to him. At the first caress over my labia, I pushed up with my hips. I was ready. I wanted to be entered but it was not to be. Not yet, at least. He passed over them several times and each time, I tried to get him to enter me but to no avail. He finally parted them and traced up and down, opening them to his touch as I mewled loudly and dug my hands into the bedding. Then it happened. His finger tip slowly entered into me and withdrew then re- entered before moving into my wet opening. A second joined the excursion and they moved deeper into me and began slowly stroking in and out while turning and twisting. I felt the orgasm building long before it hit me. Just I began to climax, he pinched down on my nipple with his free hand and I screamed into my pillow as I came harder than I ever remembered.

Now he moved down to place his mouth over my clit and begin sucking it from it's hood. He rubbed it with his fingers then licked it with his tongue before once again sucking on it. All the while, his fingers remained inside of me, moving slowly in and out, and twisting, bending his fingers to touch new places.

Suddenly, he removed them and moved to place his mouth over my entire vulva, moving his tongue over me in wide circles. Then he sucked me into his mouth. He milked my labia like a spring calf, pulling me into his mouth before releasing me. His fingers spread me open and his tongue attacked my clit and then moved into me. For what seemed like hours, he licked and sucked and nibbled at me until I threw my hips into the air and cried out in orgasmic bliss.

After I came down, I felt him move closer and felt the tip of his penis moving over my labia. Then he began to enter me. There was no tentative moves, he was in me in three strokes. It felt to at least nine inches long and I cried out as he rammed it home, his balls slapping on my body. He began steady strokes and I thrust into him, stroke for stroke, driving into him, wanting more as he picked up speed. His thrusts became for forceful and at times painful. He had unbelievable stamina and I came twice more before he pushed deep into me and slammed it in several times. I felt him pulse within me and before long, he withdrew. I felt his lips on mine and he was gone. I lay there panting, spent completely. The bed was soaked through with our fluids and I toyed with my nipples as I came back to reality.

"Thanks," I said softly, "come back whenever you want."

I showered and found some clothes in the back of the closet that I had worn years ago. They fit as though I had just purchased them. When I went down to fix dinner, my husband asked if I was all right and I said that of course I was. He said that he had heard me moaning and wanted to come up to check on me but couldn't.

"I just dozed off and had a very vivid dream," I replied. "I'm sorry if I worried you. I guess I was more tired than I thought."

I told him of my experiences in town, leaving out the part about my mysterious stranger and how he had given me a more youthful figure. When my daughter came home, she was in a great mood.

"I've decided that I'm going to lose weight," she said. "There's a new boy at school and he's real cute but he didn't give me a second look. It made me realize that I needed to get rid of some of this stuff." She poked her stomach as she spoke.

"This is going to sound really stupid," I replied, "but a friend of mine gave me something for you and told me that you should take just one each day. He said that if you do that and watch what you eat, you'll lose all that weight in three months or less."

She looked at me for the first time and shook her head in disbelief. "Mom, are you working out?" she cried. "What happened? I want to go with you next time."

?I didn't do anything, honey," I replied, "I had a bad scare and this is what happened, I guess."

"Someone scare me quick," she said, as she ran up the stairs.

Richard was gaining strength every day and I decided it was time to see just how much stronger he was. When I returned home the next afternoon, I went upstairs and stripped naked. I took a quick shower and dashed on a touch of his favorite perfume, then tip-toed downstairs and into the den, where my husband sat, reading. I took a deep breath and stepped over next to him. His face was a picture of pure lust. I hadn't seen that look in his eyes for years. I turned slowly so he could get a good look and went over to kiss him. His hands were all over me, and he pulled me down onto his lap. There was absolutely no doubt of the effect it had on him. I unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock free, stroking it slowly. I had to have him inside of me. I lifted myself up and eased myself down to onto his erect cock and we made slow and glorious love. It was the first time in months and he didn't last long but I loved every minute of it. I could satisfy myself later. He needed the reassurance at that point.

We made love twice more that night and I was amazed at how his strength was returning. He was more passionate than ever and he lasted quite a while. Whoever this stranger was, he had given me a great gift.

Exactly one week later, I received a package without any name on the return address, just a vague address that I was sure was phoney. I carefully opened it for some reason and found a pair of thongs and a bra. No message, just the dainty things. I knew that my husband hadn't sent them so I was pretty sure that I knew where they came from. I told my husband that it was just some gifts that I had ordered for my pinochle club as I took them upstairs. They were very expensive quality and I was disturbed that he would send me such personal items. I looked at the size of the bra and smiled. While the cup size was correct, I hadn't worn a 36 in years. I went in to the bathroom and took off the pullover that I was wearing and the bra under it. I held the new bra up to my breasts and it was lovely. Just maybe I could squeeze into it, I thought. I tried it on and it fit perfectly. I took it off and looked at the size again. Good grief, I must have lost some more weight. I climbed on the scale to see that I'd lost another ten pounds. No wonder my belt had to be adjusted this morning.

I started to put the new things back in the box then wondered what I'd look like in a thong so I tried it on. WOW! was all that I could say. I knew then that my husband was going to get a gift the next time we could be sure that my daughter was not going to be home. Then I felt the flush that I had felt before and my hand went to my breast. Oh no, not again. My daughter would be home any minute and I couldn't have her hearing me one great orgasm after another. It was obvious, however, that I couldn't stop it and I quickly stripped and locked the door. As soon as I was stretched out on the bed, he started making love to me. I had to quickly put the blanket in my mouth to silence the screams and moans as he brought me to orgasm after orgasm. When he was finished, he kissed me and I lay there, sweat soaked, my bedding thoroughly drenched and twisted into knots. I was so weak that I could barely move.

I showered quickly in cool water and dressed. I had no more than opened the door than my daughter burst into my room.

"It's working Mom, it's working. I lost eight pounds this week. I can't believe it."

"Honey, I'm so glad for you." I replied. "I just discovered that I've lost more weight too. I can't understand it."

"It doesn't make any sense, Mom, but I don't care, I feel great."

My husband too, continued to gain his strength back and that presented a new problem. He was able to get upstairs to our bedroom now without my help. What if my friend came back again next week or the week after or the week after that? If Richard came in as I was in the throes of a multiple orgasm, how could I explain that to him? What would I say when he saw me lying naked on the bed with my body thrusting into an invisible man's wonderful cock?

This problem came to the forefront when, after making love to Richard for almost an hour, he lay beside me and asked me if I was seeing another man.

"Richard Anderson, how dare you?" I screamed. "I've not been out of this house except when you knew where I was going and who I was going with and exactly what time I expected to return. I've had the cellular phone on every minute of the time that I'm gone to allow you to reach me in case of a relapse, and I've given you the sex of your life the last two weeks. How dare you accuse me of such a thing?"

"I'm sorry," he replied, ?it's just that you are losing weight like crazy, you look sexier than you've looked in years and you're so happy all the time. You're right though, you've been so passionate lately that I couldn't believe it. I knew it wasn't anything that I did or said so I've been trying to figure it out, that's all."

"You can stop trying to figure it out because I don't need this Richard. I've never been with another man since we've been married. If you must know, I've been watching some video's while you slept and I get so horny I have to have it. I won't do it anymore if it's going to bother you like this."

"I don't care what videos you watch darling, or what you have to do to be happy. I'd just like to be able to make you feel like this myself."

"Richard, you do make me feel like this when you're well. It's just been so long since we've been free when Gwen isn't home, that's all. I couldn't cheat on you. When you're back to full strength, maybe we should get some videos to share."

He smiled and nothing more was said. I knew though, that the potential was there for a real problem.

The following week, another package arrived. In the package were two videos, another pair of panties and a new bra, along with a new outfit, size 8. Good grief, I haven't been a size 8 since we were married. Still. . .

I left the videos in plain sight on our dresser and tried on the new clothes. Of course they fit perfectly, including the 34C bra. I was elated. But how was I going to explain all of these new clothes to Richard? I knew that in moments I was going to be seduced again and I was frightened of the possible consequences. There was nothing that I could do however to stop it from happening and in short order, I was naked on my bed and I was being penetrated deeper than anyone had ever been. I screamed into my pillow in pain as he drove into me and then I screamed again as I came again and again. Finally, he withdrew and I heaved a sigh of relief but suddenly I found myself on my stomach and he was entering my anus with that huge cock. He was gentle and patient, but I still screamed over and over again as I was reamed deep and had my first anal orgasms. Yes, plural. Then it was over and I was sore, my face was tear streaked and I was satisfied beyond belief. I showered in cold water and put cold packs on my puffy eyes to hide my experience.

I had no sooner come out of the shower than I heard Richard's footsteps on the stairs. I lay on the bed, pretending to be asleep when he came into the room. He sat on the bed and ran his hand over my shoulders and back, and down to my sore ass. It was all that I could do not to cry out.

"Honey, I feel terrible about what I've said to you." he said. "I think that I'm the one that has been causing you to have these dreams that seem to rip you to pieces and I'm sorry."

"No Richard, It's not you. I can't explain the changes that I've gone through but it has nothing to do with anything you've said or done. I promise."

He sat quietly for a few seconds, then he started to leave the room. He stopped at the door and turned to face me.. "I don't care what's caused it," he said. "If it's the videos or whatever, you are so happy and I could never deny you that. As long as you aren't seeing another man, I'll just live with it."

"I'm not seeing anyone else, " I truthfully confirmed. "I wish I could explain it, honey, but I don't even understand it myself."

Still mumbling, he left the room and headed down the stairs as I stripped the bed and made it with clean sheets. I sprayed a fabric deodorizer on the sheets to hide the smell of the damp mattress and checked to make sure that I wasn't bleeding from any where. All I had to do was to touch myself and I felt like I could orgasm again. I smiled and whispered a thank you to my mystery man.

My daughter came home from school that day and she was elated. She'd lost a total of nineteen pounds and looked so sexy. "Mom, remember that cute boy that I was talking about?" she asked.

"Of course dear," I replied. "Is he paying attention to you now?"

"I told him to get lost," she said. Then she laughed loudly. "Can you believe that, I told the cutest kid in class to get lost? I told him that if I wasn't good enough for him before that I wasn't good enough for him now. Then again, maybe he isn't good enough for me."

Then next day I received a bouquet of roses and a thank you note for the best sex he'd ever had. If I ever needed him again, he would know. He congratulated my daughter and when she came home from school, she had a dozen red roses from a mystery admirer and a note of congratulations. Whoever he is and whatever he is, I love him dearly. I may never need him in my bed again, but then you never know, do you?

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday
By: Shirley Temple

I haven't written in a while but felt the need to share this recent indiscretion, I don't personally think I stray that often, this was the third time this year, the second occasion with a man, I certainly don't go out with the deliberate intention of being unfaithful, but if I find myself in a sexually charged situation I tend to give in to the moment, it's like a drug and gives me such a buzz.

  So this is what happened, I hope this doesn't sound big headed but my husband Pete and myself are in a fairly comfortable position financially, so are able to treat ourselves and each other to little treats. What I have always wanted is a swimming pool, and unlike the majority of gardens in the UK which would are too small, we do have a large enough area, unfortunately the weather over here means that it would not get used enough to justify the cost, What have started becoming popular over here are hot tubs, I know they feature in a lot of stories on ES, but they are not common place here yet.

  I first suggested to Pete about getting one at the end of last summer, the smile on his face gave away exactly what he thought about doing in a hot tub, we do have similarly naughty minds!

  Anyway when I got home from work Friday afternoon to my surprise Pete had bought one and there where two men just finishing off the installation, Pete had had them fit it just off our deck. Knowing it could be overlooked by our neighbours Pete spent Saturday building a wooden framed shelter around it. So finally on the Sunday it was ready to use.

  After a few chores, by late morning I went to get ready and changed into a sexy little white bikini that Pete had bought for me some time ago, at this point I should point out how Pete's mind works, he loves to buy me sexy bikinis and swimsuits but before he gives me them he has a naughty habit of cutting the lining out, this makes them much more clingy and revealing especially when wet. Being a white bikini when I looked in the mirror I could already see my nipples and outline of my pussy lips showing through and it wasn't even wet yet, I'm really not sure when Pete thought I would be able to wear this one in public!

  Slipping into the hot bubbling water felt wonderful and I lay back and relaxed as the water seemed to massage all over my body. Pete came out with a bottle of wine and some cans of beer, he poured me a glass from the bottle and opened a can then put the rest in the cool box on the deck before joining me in the hot tub, sitting next to me.

  We'd barely been in there 10 minutes, Pete had his arm over my shoulder and I was just wondering whether I should start things off by removing my top, looking down it was surprising how opaque the foaming water was, then suddenly the back gate opened and in walked Carl and Steve, two of Pete's best mates, I don't think he'd invited them round but he had told them about the new hot tub and as they were dressed in their shorts it was obvious they'd come to try it out, they both grabbed a beer as they normally would and slipped into the water opposite us. Carl is a few years younger than us and still single, not sure why because he's a nice chap, Steve is the same age as Pete and married, to be honest if he wasn't Pete's best mate I probably wouldn't tolerate him, he tends to be quite loud and cocky and openly flirts with the ladies, especially if he's had a drink. With me he is a little more reserved, probably because of something that happened some time ago, we were at a party, Steve had had plenty to drink, it was late in the evening and he got me cornered, pushing me up against the wall he held me firmly against his body, not only did he try to kiss me but I could feel his hands pulling my skirt up, even by Steve's standards he was pushing things too far, I managed to stop him but not before he had made it clear he'd been longing to get inside my knickers!

I could have made things very difficult for him if I had told Pete or his wife but I didn't say a word, so although we have never spoken about it I guess he is very grateful as with me he is always pleasant, funnily enough we probably get on better because of that incident.

  Anyway we'd all been in the tub a while just generally chatting, the boys were on about their third beers by now, taking it in turns to get out and get them, but not one of them had offered to top up my glass, I could have asked Pete to get me a drink but I've never been the sort to expect a man to wait on me hand and foot, I don't actually like being treated like a lady, most men get it wrong anyway and end up making you look like a subservient, for someone outgoing and confident like me that can be a really annoying.

  So for many women this would have been a bit of a dilemma, but I had to get out of the water sometime anyway, I calmly stood up and stepped out of the tub, Carl and Steve were still facing me but their brains probably didn't have time to register what they had just seen, however as I climbed the five steps up to our deck I knew they would have a clear view of my bum, I stood with my back to them as I slowly filled my glass and looking down I noticed just how transparent my bikini had become, my tits were clearly visible through the white elasticised material and to make it worse I felt my nipples begin to harden, looking further down there was no hiding the fact my pussy was fully shaven as the triangle of wet material clung tight to my smooth mound, I knew they must have a similar view of my arse cheeks. I decided it would probably be best to take the bottle back with me, as I turned round to walk back to the tub I felt totally exposed, I might as well have been naked!

Although Carl and Steve avoided blatantly starring it must have been obvious to Pete that they were taking in the sight, on my part I was revelling in the fact that I was accidentally having to expose myself, I could feel a tingling between my legs and had to catch my breath as I stepped back into the tub and felt my pussy lips open slightly.

Before I had chance to settle down I could feel a foot gently rubbing over mine, although the tub has got four seats there isn't that much foot room and there had already been a little accidental touching but this was definitely deliberate, slowly the foot rubbed up my left calf towards my knee, I held my glass to my lips and sipped at my wine to cover my face as I looked at Steve who was sat opposite, but he was calmly chatting to Pete as his foot carried on it's journey, yes I could have clamped my legs together and stopped him in his tracks but instead I instinctively opened my legs as far as my position would allow and sank down further on my seat making it clear that he could continue, he slowly moved his foot up between my thighs and I almost bit a chunk out of my glass as I felt his foot press into the crotch of my bikini bottom, then he started to stroke his toes over my pussy, gradually grinding his big toe right in between my cunt lips, he continued this for ages and it took all my self control to stop myself from climaxing. I was so hot by now that I would have willingly lay naked in the garden and allowed the three of them to take turns at me.

  Eventually we had all run out of drink so decided to go indoors to get something to eat, I quickly went upstairs to change and rushed into the bathroom, discarding my bikini I sat on the edge of the bath and spreading my legs wide I vigorously rubbed my clitty and slipped two fingers in my soaking wet cunt, within seconds I got the relief I needed. and it felt ohhh sooo good!

  Well after having something to eat and some more to drink Carl and Steve finally left, by the time I got Pete in bed he was horny as hell, as he pummelled into me I asked him if it had turned him on, Carl and Steve seeing me in my bikini, he didn't say anything but started fucking me even harder, I wondered if he was actually fantasising about seeing them fuck me!

  So I woke up the following morning, my Birthday, no work as I had booked the day off, unfortunately Pete did have to work but before he left he brought me a cup of tea in bed and wished me a Happy Birthday, then he said,  

"Steve will probably be round later for his car keys"

  Apparently he'd left them on our kitchen counter as he'd been drinking and didn't want to risk driving. As Pete spoke my head started spinning, had Steve done this deliberately to get me alone? And would I allow him to take things further?

As I took a long hot shower I decided that something was going to happen and I would take control of the situation.

  I quickly picked out a bikini, not as revealing as yesterday but still quite sexy, a floral little number with bow tie sides, then by 9.30am I was sat in the hot tub, I guessed that Steve would be picking his car up before going to work, but probably hoping he'd be very late getting there!  

Sure enough after about 15 minutes Steve walked through the gate, apparently he'd tried the front door but could not get an answer, he was dressed quite smart so obviously on his way to work. I said to him,

   "Are you going to join me?"  

He said unfortunately he had to work and asked if his keys were still on the counter, I got the distinct feeling that he had bottled out, he had planned this, but when he woke this morning in the sober light of day decided it was not such a good idea, luckily for me I had thought about this happening, so when he asked about his keys I picked them up from the side of the hot tub where I had put them and waved them at him. As he walked down the steps I said,  

"Are you sure you can't join me, it really is inviting in here"  

As I spoke I reached behind my back and untied my top, lifting it clear of the water I grinned naughtily and placed it next to Steve's keys. He looked down at himself before saying he was not dressed for the occasion, I knew at this point that any resistance he had was gone but I happily played along, reaching down under the water I tugged at the bows on the sides of my bikini briefs, then raised my bum to pull them clear, as I held them in the air I said,

  "You don't need to be dressed!"

  After a brief pause Steve quickly stripped naked and was climbing in the tub beside me, Steve obviously looked after himself as his body was quite muscular and taut with a light all over tan, I also had just enough time before he entered the water to notice his body was completely hairless.

  Even though we where now sat next to each other totally naked Steve still seemed tentative about making a move on me, maybe it was because I was his best friends  wife, anyhow it was obvious I was going to have to make all the running, as I looked at him I reached over and took his cock in my hand, he flinched and took in a sharp breath of air as I stroked downwards pulling back the foreskin of his rapidly hardening shaft, he just seemed to be frozen to the spot as I slowly stroked him, I was really surprised by his reaction or lack of it, he was obviously enjoying the situation, I could tell that from how hard his cock was, but I was in need of some attention by now, I decided I was going to have to help myself!

  This is where I found out the limitations of the surroundings, the fantasy of sex in a hot tub was one thing, but on a practical note the hard plastic moulded seats meant there were few positional options, only one in fact!

  I straddled Steve, sitting on his lap with my back to him, raising my hips I impaled myself on his hard member, no teasing or foreplay, I just guided his shaft straight between my pussy lips and felt it slip inside me as I lowered my body, although satisfying it wasn't the most mind blowing sex, I finally got a reaction from Steve as he climaxed, holding my hips firmly as his shaft twitched and pulsed, squirting his seed inside me.

  I made a coffee and as we stood in the kitchen Steve was still very quiet, I had to find out why?

  "What was that all about then, Steve?"

  He knew exactly what I was talking about and apologised for his reaction, apparently he had never had a woman come on to him like that and it had taken him by surprise, almost stunning him.

  I decided it was time for some more fun, but this time I had to let Steve think he was in control.

  "So that night at the party, what would have happened if I hadn't stopped you?"

  "If we hadn't been in a room full of people you wouldn't have been able to stop me, I'd have given you a good hard fucking that you deserve, you have a gorgeous little body and always dress so sexy, you know just how much to reveal to leave a man wanting more"

  As Steve spoke I could tell he had got his confidence back and as he was still naked I could also see his confidence rising!

It only took one more line from me,

  "We're not in a room full of people now!"

  Steve stepped forward pushing me back against the counter as he did so, he untied my silk gown and held it wide open, I felt so exposed, my nipples immediately began to harden and a fire started burning between my legs as Steve blatantly ogled my body. Pulling my gown from me I realised Steve was right about one thing, whatever he was about to do I would not be able to stop him, his smooth muscular stature looked huge against my petite frame.

  He pulled me close to him and kissed me firmly but passionately, forcing his tongue into my mouth, breaking for a moment Steve said,

  "Now your about to get a Birthday present you really deserve, you teasing little bitch"

  His hands were now squeezing and mauling my breasts as he sucked and bit his way down my neck, then wrapping his arms tightly around my back he sucked and bit on my nipples so hard it hurt, but boy it hurt good! I held his head firmly in place and with each bite I let out a little scream.

  By this time he had me sat up on the counter and as he returned to kissing me I wrapped my arms round his neck and we kissed more frantically like two teenagers our tongues snaking round each others. I could feel Steve's hands on my thighs and with an obviously well learned technique he began to knead them, each time he squeezed his thumbs on my thighs I could feel my pussy lips being forced open and my juices begin to flow freely. I felt him move one hand then suddenly his thumb coursed across my swollen throbbing clit and two or three fingers were being pushed easily into my soaking cunt.

  We continued to kiss as Steve proceeded to give me a very deliberate finger fucking, as his fingers explored every inch of my inner folds I could feel my body begin to tense, sensing my imminent orgasm Steve immediately stopped and breaking our kiss he looked at me and said,  

"Not so fast, you're not going to climax until I've got my cock inside you"  

As he pulled me to the edge of the counter I looked down to see his well proportioned cock just an inch or so away from the entrance of my needing pussy, he moved forward until the bulbous tip slipped between my lips, just teasing me for a second or two, but I knew what was about to come and I braced myself as Steve gave me a wicked grin, then as he pushed forward he lifted me clear of the counter and I wrapped my legs around his waist as in one firm thrust he buried his shaft deep inside me.  

That was all I needed, holding onto Steve tightly in a vice like grip with my breasts pressed firmly against his chest, my body went into spasm as my cunt convulsed around his stiff prick.  

After giving me a few seconds to recover Steve looked me straight in the eye,  

"Satisfied now, or do you want more?"  

The smile was now gone from his face and he had a mean look in his eyes, I answered him softly,  

"More"  

I knew that answer wasn't going to be enough for him, he didn't say a word, just starred into my eyes waiting for my submission. With his cock still buried inside me, my juices freely flowing around his shaft, he had me just how he wanted, a wanton slut, I just had to admit it,  

"Fuck me, please just fuck me"  

This still wasn't good enough for him, he was really going to make me beg for it,  

"Fuck me hard, I need your cock now"  

At last he withdrew and then immediately rammed his full length back inside me, my pussy was so wet he slid in and out with ease, he gripped onto my arse cheeks as he continued to slam into me, all the time he made me keep talking to him, if I stopped talking he slowed down,  

"Yes, that's it, fuck me good"  

"Harder, harder"  

"Yes, I love your big hard cock in me"  

Steve's pummelling was relentless, his thrusts were getting faster and faster, my body was beginning to tense and I was struggling to carry on talking, he finally withdrew one last time, but still paused for me to speak,  

"Shove it in me, please fill my pussy with your spunk"  

Steve gripped even harder on my arse cheeks as he gave one final thrust and as my pussy clenched around his shaft I could feel his hot seed jetting deep inside my cunt.

Now that's what I call a Birthday gift!  

After Steve had left I took a long hot shower before carefully inspecting my body in the mirror for bite marks, luckily I do not bruise easily!  

My Grand Canyon Vacation

My Grand Canyon Vacation [part 1 of 3]
By: Red Scorpion (redscorpionsam@yahoo.com)

For those of you who are interested, my name is Sam. I am married to a beautiful woman who is great in every aspect except sex. Specifically, she doesn't want it as much as I need it. I'm in my early 30's, as is my wife, and we have four children, all pretty young. I shave my head completely bald but keep a goatee; I have olive colored skin, and blue eyes that turn green during certain times. I like to jest that those times are in the middle of an orgasm, but the truth is that it has more to do with the lighting, the colors I'm wearing, and my emotion than to any certain event!

The following story will detail a few experiences I had while on vacation to the Grand Canyon this past week. I will let you, dear readers, decide what is real and what is a little exaggerated. It will be in three parts, as there are three separate events I want to portray.

We arrived early last week intent on enjoying the 4th of July weekend. In the course of our stay, we attended several of the ranger-led programs. The first day, all the rangers were crusty old men. But the second day, I went with my oldest daughter to one of the children's programs that teaches them to use binoculars and field guides and such to observe nature. Imagine my surprise when our park ranger was an attractive, relatively young woman.

I'll call her Misty. My guess is that she was in her mid to late 30's. She was pretty tall, maybe about 5'9", with long, straight blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her uniform, tan button up shirt and green khaki shorts, did nothing to accentuate her body, but it looked like she had an athletic build, and you have to love a woman in uniform! Her skin looked fair, but lightly tanned due to her time in the outdoors. My daughter and I arrived early and I had intended to just look around the area for a while, but I found that I couldn't take my eyes off of Misty as she prepared for the program.

It appeared as though the feeling was at least somewhat mutual, although it was difficult to tell since all the rangers are pretty friendly. Still, every time she looked at me, she smiled this beautiful smile that showed perfectly straight, shiny white teeth. Even after the other children and their parents arrived, she discreetly flirted with me and I discovered that I had to hide my arousal with my backpack! We had a pretty good repartee going and it almost felt like we were old friends.

During the program, sometimes she would turn a certain way and I could see into the front of her button up shirt. She wasn't well endowed, but I could see the outline of her breasts. Even dressed in the androgynous uniform of the park rangers, she was all woman!

At the end of the program, the kids were all able to "check out" the equipment they had been trained on and told to return the stuff no later than 4pm that afternoon. I was sorry to leave to go a different direction than the foxy Misty, but I couldn't think of an excuse to hang out with her all day, so we parted ways and I returned to our campsite.

My daughter had a blast with her stuff, and we continued to do various activities. As the time came for us to return the equipment, my daughter complained that she was too tired to walk to the Information Center, and since the rest of the family was going to be staying in the campground, I decided to just take the equipment back myself.

Much to my distinct pleasure, Misty was there and we got into a conversation about the Grand Canyon. There was another ranger there, so the flirting was kept to a minimum, although I did notice that she had changed from her shorts to long pants and commented, also giving her a discreet compliment about her shapely figure which was easier to see in the pants. As I was getting ready to leave, she left from behind the counter and announced that she was finished for the day.

"What are you doing right now?" she asked as she walked away from the other ranger.

"Nothing much," I said, "I have to get back to my campsite soon for dinner. Why?"

"How much time do you have?" she asked.

"An hour, maybe an hour and a half," I indicated.

"Great!" she exclaimed. "There is a nice little point on the rim that I'd love to show you, if you'd like to see it. It will probably only take about 20 minutes to get there."

"I'd love to," I found myself saying.

"Okay," she returned. "Let me change real quick and then we'll head out."

She came out wearing a pair of khaki shorts similar to her uniform and a white t-shirt, though I can't really remember what it had on it. I was too enamored by the fact that I could see her black bra right through the material and she looked great. I would say that her breasts were maybe a B cup, but that looked like more than enough.

Anyway, we hopped into her Chevy truck and she drove us to a distant parking lot and we set out hiking. Honestly, I can't remember which direction we headed, and it's a good thing she didn't leave me out there because I don't think I could have found my way back! I was more interested in her. I found out that she was married to another ranger and that they had one daughter who was going to school at NAU in Flagstaff.

As soon as we arrived, she threw on her backpack and I grabbed mine and we set out on a relatively short hike. The view was spectacular. I'm naturally a little nervous around heights, and at one point we walked in a place that felt like it was dangerously close to the rim. Trying to act macho, I quelled my nerves and bravely stepped forward. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, she saw right through my act and, giggling, grabbed my hand.

"This place isn't well known," she explained, "And almost nobody comes here."

"It's amazing," I said, still enjoying holding her hand as we stood out on a small outcropping of rock.

"Listen," she said, leaning close. "I don't want to seem too forward, and I don't want you to think that I do this all the time, but I wanted to bring you here for more than just the view."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, not certain exactly where this was heading, but hoping with all my body that it was what I suspected.

"My husband is a little older than me," she explained, "And he is impotent. I love him, but sometimes I need a little more than he can give me."

"Okay," I said slowly. I was definitely interested, and I had cheated on my wife before, but not on the rim of the Grand Canyon while on vacation!

"I'd love to make love to you while we're here," she finished.

That was all the invitation I needed. I didn't say anything more, just took her in my arms and kissed her supple lips. With my arms around her, I could feel just how soft she was, even though she was obviously well-muscled.

"Come over here," she indicated, heading back into the forested area back from the viewpoint.

She dropped to the ground and opened her backpack. I noted that in addition to water bottles, she had a large Native American styled blanket that she promptly spread across the ground. I dropped my own backpack on the ground and stripped off my shirt, standing in front of her topless with my farmer's tan! I'm not in the best of shape, but I am not corpulent, either.

After she had the blanket spread across a patch of ground with no noticeable rocks, we both sat down and took off our hiking boots. I turned just in time to see her shuck her shirt off over her head and I got a better look at the black sports bra she was wearing. She nervously laughed and then pulled her bra off over her head, revealing to me her gorgeous tits.

The sports bra obviously held them close to her body and they looked bigger than they had under her uniform, but still not more than a handful. It was obvious that she didn't get much opportunity to bare them, and her creamy white skin was topped by little pink nipples. I laid her down on her back and partially covered her with my own body as we embraced and kissed for the second time. Our tongues intertwined in her mouth and then in mine as we chased each other back and forth.

Meanwhile, our hands were exploring each others' bodies, and I rubbed her shoulders down to the sides of her body, then lightly across the lower part of her breasts. I avoided the areolas and nipples, first concentrating on the rest of the fleshy orbs. After a few minutes, I moved my kiss around her face and kissed her chin and jaw line up to her right ear. The salt of her skin only served to heighten the mood and she moaned her approval as I took the lower part of her earlobe into my lips and suckled lightly.

My hands continued circling her breasts, slowly moving toward the center of the bullseye. I kissed my way down to her neck and her head tilted toward my own. She was really enjoying my attention. Next was her collar bone and on my way down to her breasts. The first touch I gave her nipples was with my tongue, lightly brushing across. I took first one into my mouth and then the other and her groans of appreciation caused me to increase the intensity.

Misty grabbed the back of my head and pulled it up to her own and kissed me passionately again. Then, she looked me directly into the eye and bit her lower lip.

"If you don't stop that, I'm going to finish!" she said with a smile.

"That's okay," I said. "There's plenty more where that came from!"

I rubbed my hand down to her stomach which was toned from exercise. She wasn't wearing a belt, and I snaked my hand into the front of her shorts, just far enough to feel the top of her panties. She arched her back against my touch, but it wasn't the ideal situation, so I pulled back out and deftly unsnapped and unzipped her shorts.

Her own hands quickly worked my belt and snap and I helped her pull down my shorts. I kicked them off and sat there naked next to my new lover. She pulled down her own shorts and I saw that she was wearing a pair of sensible panties - black cotton. I moved over her body again, this time between her legs. I rubbed her toned thighs and made my way slowly down to her crotch.

As I reached the leg bands, she again arched her back and moaned, clearly enjoying what I was doing. My face came down and I inhaled her musky scent. The smell of sweat combined with her obvious arousal acted like an aphrodisiac. I grabbed her waistband and pulled the panties down off her butt and off her legs.

The carpet matched the drapes, as the saying goes. She had a thick, downy patch of blonde hair covering her mound. I was enamored, as I had been with a variety of women who clipped, shaved, landscaped, or went au naturale with their pubic areas, but I had never been with a true blonde!

Ducking my head, I licked the outside of Misty's outer labia. More than just about anything else, I love eating pussy. I developed a talent for it early on and every time I'm with a woman, I pay attention to what she likes and have coordinated my "moves" based on common patterns of arousal. I licked all around her crotch, tasting the sweat that came from a day of hard labor. I circled her pubic patch with my tongue, then returned to the outer labia. Pulling them apart, I licked just the inside, still not touching anything except her outer lips.

By this time, she was all but going crazy. As she tried to pull my head harder into her pussy, she moaned, "Oh, that's it! Come on! Harder!"

Finally, I gave her a little of what she was looking for. I started out on the little patch between her clit and her vaginal entrance. Lightly flicking upward, I brushed her clit with my tongue, but just barely. Starting on the left side, I moved to the center and then to the right. Licking my way downward, I made my tongue hard and stuck it directly into her pussy, thrusting in and out just a little, but enough to elicit a reaction.

Then, I made my way back to her clit. I first circled it with my tongue, inward, inward, as she moaned her approval. At last, I flicked my tongue across the top. Harder, harder, harder as she grabbed my head and pulled it into her. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked lightly, rubbing across it with my tongue. Then, I took my index finger and lightly pushed it into her juicy pussy.

I could hear it sloshing as I slowly shoved it into her. Curling it into a "come hither" motion, I touched Misty's front vaginal wall, searching for her g-spot. I could feel her legs start to shudder slightly as I continued my ministrations and suddenly she let out a loud wail. With that, she pushed my head away and quickly reached into her backpack.

She pulled out a condom. "Quick, put this on," she nearly screamed. "Fuck me, please!"

I didn't need to be asked twice. I ripped open the package and bagged my little friend in preparation for the ride. As soon as I was safe, I lined myself up and slowly pushed my way into her. There was little resistance since she was so wet. The lubrication of the condom was completely unnecessary!

"Oh, Gawd!" Misty exclaimed as I bottomed out. "You feel so good inside me! It's been months since I've had sex. Give it to me good, okay?"

Once again, I complied with her request. I'm about 6.5 inches long, but I've been told I'm pretty thick. From side to side, I'm about an inch and a half, and it was a squeeze getting it all inside her. I pulled all the way out and pushed back in at a steady interval. She grabbed my ass and pulled hard, and I increased my thrusting.

"Come on," she yelled, "Fuck me!"

I picked up the pace, hammering into her. I knew I wasn't going to last long, but I gave her all I had. As I pumped in and out, she met my thrusts, giving as good as she got. As expected, it only lasted about 5 minutes before I felt the familiar urge well up inside me. I kept up my pumping and was rewarded with the feeling of her vaginal walls constricting all around my cock.

She milked me dry. I continued humping until all my energy was gone and then all but collapsed on top of her after the exertion. We lay there in a sweaty heap for several minutes. When at last I had the strength to push myself back up, I looked into Misty's sparkling blue eyes and saw her smile.

"That was great!" she said. "I haven't cum like that since I don't know when. Thank you!"

"My pleasure," I said, and I meant it.

"Do you have time for another?" she asked.

I looked at the watch I had discarded during our rapid exodus from clothing and saw that I still had about 40 minutes before I would be missed by my wife. "Give me a couple minutes," I said with my own smile.

I extricated myself and removed the condom from my now flaccid dick. She took it and dropped it into a plastic bag in her backpack and then turned to me. She took my member in her hand and started slowly pumping up and down. We kissed again and as our tongues intertwined, I felt myself starting to grow hard again.

Now it was her turn to perform on me. Misty kissed her way down to my chest and kissed my nipples before trailing her way down to my now partially erect cock. She licked it up one side and across the head then down the other. I felt myself twitch as she engulfed it into her mouth.

We were camping, and I hadn't taken a shower that morning, so I felt a little self conscious, but she didn't complain, only worked her magic. Up and down she suckled my penis back to life. When I was fully hard again, she turned around on all fours and stuck her gorgeous ass into the air.

Needing no invitation, I pushed up behind her and rubbed the head of my penis against her still wet cooch. Up and down, I snaked it along the length of her gash from her little rosebud ass hole down to her clit. She moaned again and pushed back against me. I lined myself up and pushed my uncovered cock inside her smooth interior. It felt like a velvet hug. She was so wet and aroused that there was even less resistance than before. I sunk my dick completely in to the hilt, savoring the feeling of her around my most intimate of places.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed. "That felt so good, I almost forgot!"

Misty pulled forward and I plopped out, feeling a little sorry. Slightly guilty at taking advantage of the situation, but sorrier that it was now over. Dutifully, I bagged myself again and resumed my position behind her. This time there was no preamble. I quickly started thrusting as hard as I could and she pushed back into me, sometimes nearly knocking me backward with her thrusts! This girl really liked it hard! I could see her breasts dangling below her and they shook with our efforts. With one hand still on her delectable hip, I reached around with the other and cupped her tit, gently squeezing her rosy nipple. Suddenly, she arched her back again and I felt the walls of her pussy squeezing hard against my own.

Still, I had more left in the cannon and I continued to thrust, enjoying the sensation as she came with me inside her. In and out I pumped, each time harder than the last. Several minutes later, I unloaded into her again, this time much weaker than the first, but still pretty powerful.

Again we collapsed onto the blanket, grateful to be hidden from the sun by the surrounding trees. Panting from the exertion, we each got a drink of water and then lay there for a few minutes enjoying the afterglow of our coupling. I hated to break up the party, but it was getting dangerously close to pumpkin-time.

"Thanks for that," I said tentatively.

"Thank you," she replied and we kissed again.

Misty handed me a towel that I used to wipe myself off after giving her my second discarded condom. I brushed away pine needles and leaves and as much dust as I could before dressing. We made our way back to the truck and she drove me back to the camping area.

With one last kiss, she said, "Thanks again for that. If you're ever back in the area and have some time, you know where to find me!" I didn't see her again all week, unfortunately, but I did have some other good experiences as well!

Blindsided, Chapter 2

Blindsided, Chapter 2 [part 2 of 4]
By: patricia51 (patricia51fem@hotmail.com)

Blindsided Ch. 02 by patricia51

(There is no sex in this chapter. It didn't seem to fit.)

The entire drive home was made in complete silence. I huddled in the passenger's seat and stared out the windshield. I had no idea what I could possibly say.

He finally broke the silence after we pulled into our garage. He didn't break it much.

"Come on." I remained frozen in the car.

"I said, COME ON! Get in the damn house."

I fought back my tears. Ivan had never spoken to me like that, but I had never given him cause before. I followed him into the house and to the den. The den that in a happier time we had talked about renaming the "Family Room". Now I wondered if that would ever happen.

He pointed at the couch. "Sit."

I sat, with my knees drawn up under my chin and my arms wrapped around them. I couldn't take my eyes off Ivan. He looked so angry and at the same time so very sad. God, what had I done to him?

He sat in his chair and stared at me. Long minutes passed.

"For God's sake, Ivan, say something," I finally burst out.

"What the hell do you want me to say?" He almost snarled as he came to his feet. He towered over me and I shrank back into a tight ball on the couch.

"Do you want me to tell you about waking up this morning in David's guest room and finding you not with me? Do you want me to tell you that I realized I hadn't seen you since we danced together the night before? How about looking around for my loving, faithful wife and finally looking in the one place I would have never dreamed of seeing her? Maybe you'd like to know what I felt when you finally ran out of the house and I saw you standing there with another man's cum running down your thighs? Maybe you would like to know how it feels to have your heart ripped from your chest?"

By now he was almost screaming. I was crying now, great sobs that took the breath from me.

He dropped onto the couch next to me. "Marie, for God's sake YOU say something. Tell me why. Tell me what went wrong so that you sought love in my best friend's arms."

I tried to explain. The thing was I had no explanation. I couldn't recall anything much more than a wild coupling. I didn't even realize it was David.

As if that was believable. I remembered another couple we had known once. She would get drunk every now and then and act like the worst bitch in the world. The next morning she not only couldn't recall what had happened, she denied anything untoward took place. She didn't remember, it didn't happen.

Well I knew damn well it had happened. But I didn't remember much of it, and sure as hell didn't remember going to bed with David, or doing anything at all with him. Would Ivan accept that?

From the look on his face as I stammered out my confusion and sorrow, he didn't believe me. Shit, I wouldn't have believed me either. It sounded so lame, but it was the truth.

Through my tears I did manage to tell him I was so sorry. Sorry about everything, about hurting him, betraying his trust, sorry about the events that had led us to this. Finally he had enough and turned away.

"I don't know what's going to happen. I can't stay here." He headed for the door. "I'll be back, sometime." The door slammed behind him and I heard the car leave.

I simply sat there. I watched the shadows lengthen and nightfall arrive. I switched on the lamp beside the couch, afraid that the darkness would claim me.

It was the next afternoon before I heard the door open. I was still sitting on the couch. I was afraid to go most anywhere else in the house. Definitely not our bedroom. I had used the shower by the utility room to clean up, scrubbing myself as I had never done before. I had subsisted on coffee and very little else. Every time I tried to eat I could see a montage of David's back and Ivan's face and I would throw up. I slept fitfully on the couch

When Ivan walked back in I wanted to rush to him, to throw my arms around him, but I couldn't. I knew that it would be a gesture that I would have to earn from him. I just sat as I had been sitting, curled up in a ball on the couch and watched his face for some sign.

He sat back in his easy chair. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. He didn't look like he had slept much either. Finally he looked at me, for a moment. His eyes slid away from mine as though he couldn't stand to look at my face. How could I blame him?

"I'm not going to divorce you, Marie."

I wanted to spring from the couch and rush to him. God, I was ready to crawl to him for telling me that. I don't know that I ever loved him more than I did in that moment. But all I could do was whisper, "Thank you."

"But things are going to be different around here, I can tell you that. You will never be in the same house as David. If he comes into a restaurant you are eating at, you will get up and leave." He looked at me with one eyebrow raised in question.

I nodded assent.

"Speaking of that, you will not go anywhere without letting me know where you are going and with whom you are going. You will not be alone with any guy, even in a social situation unless I know about it and okay it." He looked around the house. "I wish we could afford to live on my salary but right now we can't. Besides," and now he looked at me, "I feel safer knowing you are in the same building as me during the day. Unless, of course, you're fucking someone there."

"NO, God Ivan, never." I wanted to tell him I would never cheat on him at work but the words stuck in my throat. Until last night I would have thought I would never have cheated on him anywhere.

"There's more." He got up and began to pace, with his hands clasped behind his back. He looked at me and took a deep breath. "I may, or may not, decide to have my own affair." I started to protest and shut my mouth. He must have caught my flinching though. He raised his hand and pointed at me. "You have given up any right to protest that decision, if I decide to make it."

He stood before me. "Anytime you feel that you cannot deal with this, well, I'm going to give you one more option. Tomorrow we are going to the lawyer's office. He's drawn up divorce papers and will be holding a certified check for ten thousand dollars. I've already signed the papers. Tomorrow you will. If you find you can't deal with the consequences of your actions, just drive down there any day, sign them and pick up your check. The rest of our community property you will forfeit."

I jerked my head up and down.

"You will not discuss this with anyone. Not even Evelyn, or maybe I should say, especially her. She's never liked me and she would spread it all over the company , hell, the whole town. Right now nobody but you and I, and of course David, know about this . Somehow I will talk to David and convince him to be quiet. Shit," he went on bitterly, "He owes me that at least."

"Oh, and I was planning on sleeping in the guest room. But that was a silly notion." I looked at him, apparently with some hope in my eyes, because he hastened to add, "You will sleep in the guest room." He looked away from me again. "At least you didn't fuck him in our bed."

I buried my face in my hands, but I was all cried out.

"Needless to say, I will not be having sex with you for a minimum of six months. After we see the lawyer, I want you to make a doctor's appointment and get checked for any and all of the things you might have picked up. David is quite a swordsman and there's no telling where his cock has been besides your pussy."

He rose and started up the stairs.

"I'm going to take a shower. By the time I get out, I expect you to have moved whatever you want to take into the other bedroom. I don't want you back in there until I say so."

When I heard the water running, I went upstairs to our bedroom. Mechanically I packed up my clothing and moved across the hall. I cleaned my personal items from the dresser, removing my presence from the room. I wondered briefly about my stuff in the bathroom. I decided to leave it. I could always buy more toothpaste and feminine products. I was not going to contravene his decision by going in there after them.

As it turned out, I didn't have to. Later, when he came to eat supper, he gruffly informed me that he had packed my "doodads" up and moved them to the other bathroom.

The next day we went to the lawyer's office and signed papers that could mark the end of our marriage. When we were finished, the only thing that kept me from being divorced was my signature on the last page. Ivan dropped me off at the doctor's office and I underwent a battery of tests. Everything came back negative but, as I already knew, it could take up to 6 months for HIV to show up.

Life went on. It always does. I fixed meals, I cleaned the house, I went to work and came right home. When I needed to go to the store I phoned Ivan and told him where I was going and I called him the moment I got home. I always used the phone in the house, never my cell phone so he would know for certain that I was really at the house.

I never saw David. I heard through the grapevine that Ivan had gone to see him and that there had been a lot of yelling behind the door of David's office and sounds that indicated that they may have come to blows. I didn't try to find out anything else.

Evie knew something was wrong from the very first morning back at work. It upset her that I refused to tell her. I knew that hurt, we had always confided in each other, but I had made a promise to Ivan. I had broken one promise to him and I was determined I would not give him cause to think I would break another. Finally she stopped asking, simply reassuring me that we would always be friends no matter what. I almost cried at that, but even weeks after that night I was still too drained to cry.

Ivan treated me civilly and correctly, but also kept me at arms reach. There were no words of affection, no touches, no hints that reconciliation was any closer as the days passed.

Once he slipped. I had made his favorite Sunday dinner and he had eaten two helpings of pot roast and was nibbling on a third when he finally pushed the plate away. He groaned in happiness.

"Thank you, honey. That was great."

I don't know if he even heard himself. But I did and I clutched those words to my heart.

Ivan continued to travel for his job. He continued his Friday nights out. I knew he wasn't playing poker with David but he apparently found another game to attend. He would come home late at night with the smell of cigar smoke on his clothes and the occasional chip in his pocket.

I once had to call him when I discovered I had forgotten several things at the grocery store that afternoon. He gave me permission and curtly told me not to disturb him again when I got home. I hoped that it meant he was beginning to trust me again, at least a little.

Then the bottom fell out one week just when I was starting to think that maybe we were going to be able to overcome this.

Ivan came home right on time. He often worked late, while I closed up my computer and books right at 4:30. I had made arrangements for a bit of "swing" hours so that I could avoid the traffic and be right on schedule arriving either at home or work.

He walked to the sideboard in the dining room and splashed whiskey into a glass. He came into the kitchen where I was cooking, added a touch of water and a single ice cube to his drink. He stood beside me and took several swallows before speaking.

He was abrupt. "I'm going to Chicago for a conference next week. For no reason other than sheer whim, I'm going to leave tomorrow and make a vacation out of the whole thing. I've cleared it with Mr. Jaxxon, the Vice-President, to take some time off. I'll be gone for two weeks, perhaps more."

He turned and looked out the window. Twice he started to speak and then fell silent. The third time he cleared his throat and spoke.

"I'm not going alone."

"Not going alone." Those words seemed to echo through the house.

Now it was my turn to find words failing me. I was pretty sure that he didn't mean me, but I waited for him to say it.

"I see."

"I'm taking Lynn Richardson with me."

Lynn Richardson. I knew her. A sharp featured blonde with a large chest and longer legs, neither of which she made any effort to conceal. Divorced twice, she was a good risk analyst but was never going to progress too much farther at Whitaker and Company because of that. Still tightly controlled by the founder and his sons, they were big on "family togetherness". She had a reputation for enjoying the guys and for them enjoying her. I knew that Ivan being married was no bar to her.

I searched Ivan's face. There was determination there, and perhaps, just a hint of unease, embarrassment even. He knew I was well aware of what he was intending to do while on that conference and vacation.

"Do you," I swallowed heavily and tried to keep my voice steady. "Do you want me to drive you to the airport?"

"No. I've made other arrangements."

"I see."

"I warned you this could happen."

"I know, Ivan." I turned to face him. "But Ivan, two weeks? Two weeks with her? Aren't you punishing me too much? I know you are still hurt but this is going to hurt me even worse. You're going away with someone, deliberately and leaving me behind. This is no accidental slip from too much to drink. This is calculated."

"Maybe it is. But its going to happen. I want my self-respect back. If you don't like it, go to the lawyer's office."

The rest of the evening was in silence. Ivan packed while I cleaned up from supper. When I started up the stairs to bed his voice came from behind me.

"Marie? Maybe when this is over, it will all be over. Maybe we can get back to where we started. A clean slate."

I looked at him and nodded. "I hope so." I climbed the stairs. At the top I whispered, "I hope the woman you married can still be found under the shell I've become."

I laid in bed and listened to Ivan leave the next morning. Getting up finally, I got dressed and nibbled some toast and black coffee before leaving for work. At 9 AM I called to make a lunchtime appointment at a clinic nearby. It was not the same one I had visited before for my tests. This time I needed only one test and I was pretty sure I knew the answer already.

I sat in the waiting room, unable to comprehend what I damn well knew what was going on. The nurse came and escorted me to an examining room. The test took only minutes. The doctor came in with a broad smile on her face.

"Congratulations!"

"I'm pregnant aren't I?" I answered her quietly.

"Why, yes you are," She seemed taken aback. "Is that wrong?"

"No, no, not at all." I smiled at her, stretching my mouth into an artificial grimace with no laughter or happiness behind it. I nodded and mumbled things like "Yes" and "I'll do that" to the barrage of instructions that followed on what to do and what not to do. I left with a copy of "What To Expect When You're Expecting" and a card with my next appointment scribbled on it.

That was an appointment I had no intention of ever going to. I sat in the car and collapsed into tears. Was there the slightest chance the baby was Ivan's? No. The time frame meant that David was the father, that the baby had been conceived on that night, unless of course I had been pregnant for three months prior to that night and hadn't noticed it.

I shook my head sadly. All the work, the effort, down the damn drain. I had no hope of concealing this from Ivan. Just when the possibility loomed that we could get our marriage back on track came this. This would shatter it forever. Ivan was not about to raise some other man's biracial child. And I didn't know if I could either.

For an instant I thought about an abortion. No, I dismissed the thought instantly. Regardless of my stupidity, the life growing inside me had done nothing wrong. I would not presume to dictate to other women, but I could not terminate the pregnancy.

I drove slowly home. Well, not home now and never to be again. I carefully packed everything I could into my car. Regardless of the agreement, I felt I deserved the car. I had brought it into the marriage, I was going to take it back out. The same for the contents of the savings account I had started when I first went to work. I had never closed it but my faithful pre-marriage contributions would give me a nest egg.

One last thing to do. I drove to the lawyer's office. He wasn't there, but his bored clerk found the file and brought me the papers to sign. She notarized my signature and handed me the check. She told me she would carry the papers to the courthouse and file them that afternoon. Because it was uncontested the final decree would be issued in 30 days.

I tucked that certified check in the trunk where I had put the cashier's check that represented the bulk of my savings account. I had left my credit cards in the dresser at my former home. I had one remaining, the one in my name that I never used but kept open because a financial advisor has told us it was important to keep credit in my name in case something ever happened to Ivan. Well, something had. I had lost him.

I stood by my car and took one last look around the town I had called home for so long. I pulled an old Kennedy Half Dollar from my jeans and spun it in the air. Heads I went north, tails I went South.

I caught the coin and looked. Tails. Climbing into my overloaded car, I started the engine and took the highway south.

(To be continued)

Basil

Basil
By: A.Shanty (randyshanty@yahoo.com)

Basil threw aside the Times and looked at his stockinged feet silhouetted against the roaring fire. Life is so tedious, he thought. What the hell! December upon us and nothing to do but the routine of running the place, the occasional jaunt into town (For what? He didn't know.), and the usual round of Christmas parties, theirs this weekend. Well, at least he had his shopping done! He felt like a stiff drink, but he knew his wife would frown on one so early in the day.

He looked across the room at her, so seemingly content with her knitting or crocheting, a smile on her face. Dear Lady Elizabeth. Was she really that happy? They lived such an ordinary life, nothing exciting ever happened. Why was she so happy?

He returned to examine his feet. They were warm for a change. In this dank old mansion, this was the only room where one could really relax at this time of year. The heavy curtains were drawn over the windows and doorways. It made for a cozy cocoon in an otherwise habitable but rather cold castle.

He wondered again why she stuck it out here. She had control of the purse as Daddy had provided the wherewithal to afford it. Yet she had never suggested they put more into the extravagant heat bill and make the place more hospitable, or that they just sell up and move somewhere more comfortable. He knew she loved the horses and the social life, but was it really worth the aggravation? The only other warm place in the house was bed! He admitted she was pretty good there, and often even eager after four years of marriage. Just the two of them rattling around in the place. No kids. A shame. Seemed such a waste somehow.

He got up and stretched his forty year old body.

She glanced up.

"How about a little something against the cold, my dear?"

She smiled. "Sounds right. A bit early but it is rather miserable out, is it not? Yes. A nice tot of sherry, if you please."

He crossed to the liquor cabinet and poured her a generous one, and himself a hefty scotch. "Cheers", he said as he handed it to her. "Lovely fire, what?"

"Yes dear."

He returned to the hearth and threw another log on. "Are we all ready for tomorrow night?" he asked.

"Think so. I checked with Cook and she says she has all in hand. Ronald has the wine looked after."

"Flowers?"

"Yes. They'll come just after lunch."

"Anything else?"

"I can't think so."

"Okay. Relax, my dear. It will come off just wonderfully."

He looked at her and as he was about to open his mouth she added, "Yes dear. On this occasion we'll crank up the boiler for the weekend. No use having any of our friends uncomfortable. You make sure Robert has all the fireplaces well provisioned, and more wood handy. He should light the fires about noon so that the place is really cozy by the time the first arrive." She smiled at his response and and went back to her handiwork.

They sipped in an agreeable silence. His mind drifted to Lady Ursula. How he was looking forward to her coming. What a lovely piece she was. How he'd like to have her in bed. He visualized her grinning face as he pounded her, her sparkling eyes, her legs wide in the air, her fingers laced behind her head, her happy groan, her lovely breasts bobbing to the rhythm of their intercourse. He felt the excitement.

When he'd finished his drink, he glanced at his watch, rose and said he was off for a little stroll around the garden before dinner. Lady Ursula came with him.

The weekend began well. All sixteen arrived in good time and in good spirits. Basil did the honours, opening with a brandy punch which everyone complemented. The hors d'oeuvres were there aplenty.

Basil watched Lady Ursula across the room. What a dish! They often flirted with each other at social events and he looked forward to sparring with her. Her dress flattered her figure without being too much. He wondered why she lingered over there away from him, without a drink. Teasing him perhaps. Eventually she made her way to him. "Hello, Love. How're you doing these days?"

"Oh. Just grand. You know. And you, my dear?"

"Actually managing well too. Dicky's been busy with the hounds. You are coming out to the hunt next week? I do hope so."

"Oh yes. Got the nag all curried and combed. He looks positively elegant. Ready for anything. Surely I can offer you some punch. It's got a kick to it." He grinned.

"Lovely."

As he lent over the tray he lowered his voice to say, "You look delightful this evening, Ursula. Just scrumptious. Love that frock."

"Thank you, my lord. I'll take that as a complement."

"You jolly well better. It was meant as one."

"A lady might blush."

"And so she should. You're easy to look at."

"Thank you, sir." She looked him straight in the eye and grinned. He felt the tingle in his scalp.

They were joined by another guest, then another, and after a moment Lady Ursula drifted off to visit with others. What a pretty wench, he thought. He continued to watch her, her very interesting body, while he continued to serve his guests the punch. Once she caught him at it and smiled.

He carved the huge joint with speed and skill. Robert and Cook passed and soon everyone was well into the meal. There were toasts to this and that so all were well into their cups. Robert continually circled the table with a bottle or two in hand. The wines were an excellent choice.

He surveyed the gathering. All were obviously enjoying themselves. His wife at the other end of the table had the undivided attention on Lord Richard, or Dickie as he was nicknamed. Out of the corner of his eye, Basil watched Lady Ursula as she chatted with one of his neighbours. He was evidently smitten. She was halfway down the table. The candlelight suited her. Again, she caught him watching her again and smiled. It was his turn to blush.

After a delicious dessert of creme brule, the men excused themselves for brandy and cigars in the study, and the ladies had a few moments to powder their noses. At nine all were assembled for three rubbers of Bridge. As luck would have it, Richard and Ursula did not draw his table once that evening. A nightcap for a few of the stalwarts and people started to saunter off to bed.

He checked in the kitchen and joined Robert with a scotch. "Good start, ay, Sir."

"Right on!"

He lay in bed, cuddled up with his Elizabeth. "It went very well this evening, Basil. I think everyone enjoyed themselves. I did."

"Yes. Good. I think so. Glad you did," but he couldn't stop Lady Ursula crossing his mind. He saw her as if in a film, on her hands and knees, her golden hair a halo about her head, Mouth and eyes wide open, her breasts swinging like pendulums as he drove onto her from behind. Now this was an adultery, was it not? Lying with one's wife, warm in each other's arms, and thinking of another woman. Not good. He really must get control of his head.

He reached around and gently squeezed Elizabeth's breast and kissed her behind the ear. She snuggled and rubbed her rump in his lap. "Oh, Basil," she laughed. "Not tonight of all nights! I'm positively done in."

Eventually he drifted off to a troubled sleep. Haunted.

Breakfast was the usual lazy affair, more a brunch. The sideboard was laden with fruit, croissant and buns, jams and jellies, sausages and bacon, hard boiled eggs as well as a selection of hot and cold cereals. All the fixings. He felt himself to be obligated to be there for the morning as host. The guests came and went, off to ride, or walk the grounds, play some indoor tennis or swim in the pool. He hoped it was all a worthwhile cause. It was surely costing a fortune.

Richard and Ursula arrived to an empty room. She was dressed in a lovely dress, almost a summer dress, that looked very becoming on her. They joined him when they'd helped themselves.

"Jolly good meal last night, Basil. I am impressed. What's on for this evening?" Richard tucked into his plateful of food.

"Don't honestly know," lied Basil. "It will be good, I assure you. Cook is a marvel."

"I'm sure you will do us proud"

"What do you plan to do this morning?"

"Not quite sure actually. Probably borrow one of your steeds and have a gallop over the moors. That okay by you?"

"Certainly."

"And you, Ursula? He glanced at her beside him. She smiled warmly back at him. He for his part returned it but felt some faint alarm bells going off.

"Not much, I suspect. Find a quiet corner and a good book. Perhaps a swim later in the day. Certainly a nap after that very full evening."

"If you want anything, please ask."

"Oh, I will. I promise. You are very generous."

"My library is at your disposal. What's your fancy?"

"Nothing serious. A little romance, perhaps."

Dickie had wolfed down his meal and now pushed back his chair. "Think I'll stroll down to the stables. Care to join me, darling?"

"Just a minute, dear. Two bits of fruit ad I'm done. There." She rose and thanked Basil. He watched her lovely ass as she followed her husband out. Yes. A very handsome woman. Lovely figure, from behind. Well, front too. No. No. Don't. But he couldn't stop thinking about her.

He found her alone in the library later in the day. She didn't hear him as he entered. She was up a ladder picking over some old works. He liked what he saw, her lovely legs, the broadening of her hips, the strong shoulders. Yes. A very handsome woman. She was leaning out farther than she should to reach a book and as she did, Basil was struck by the way the skirt of her cashmere dress seemed to hug to her body. He'd always thought she was a shapely woman, but he was awestruck.

As he entered, he must have made some noise for she turned and almost lost her balance. He rushed forward to prevent her fall and was able to steady her, his hand on each side of her thighs. They slid, taking the dress with them. He was sure, almost as soon as he touched her, that she had no undergarment on under the dress. He froze. The hem of the dress had risen and there, a few inches from his face was the back of a great deal of stocking-clad legs.

"You okay?" he croaked, letting the dress fall when she'd steadied herself.

"Oh yes, thanks. Very."

He stepped back as she descended and turned to him. There was something strangely liquid about her chest as she moved. Could she really be naked under that dress?

"You're sure?" he stammered. Naked?

"Yes. You?"

"I think I'm okay."

"Come on over by the fire and we'll have a little chat. Do you know Thackery?" She lead.

He watched her body sidle across to the fire. Silently he groaned. "No. It was Elizabeth's father's library. I've not read a lot of it. Sort of kept busy around here." His brain was racing. Does she really have nothing on under that dress?

She plopped herself down in the big chair, tucking her legs under her and again he noticed how her breasts moved so freely. He felt his manhood respond. She looked up at him. He eased himself into the twin opposite and returned her smile. She was so very at ease. He wasn't.

"What have you been doing while all of us have been taking advantage of your hospitality?'

"Oh. You know. The host thing. On patrol to make sure it's going well." He was doing his best.

"And was it going well?"

"Yes."

"Where's Elizabeth?"

"Going over everything with Cook for this evening." She had glanced away and he took the opportunity to examine the line of her chest.

"That Dickie is still out on the moors for all I know. That must be a fine horse you've lent him. If he doesn't have to, he won't be back until he has to dress for dinner." She laughed. She let the statement hang.

He decided it was better to look at the fire.

"How many rooms in this place, Basil?"

"I'm not actually sure." He knew where this was heading and he couldn't stop it. "About fifty at last count. I counted the east wing once. Twelve bedrooms there. Of course we don't heat that part. I guess about fifty."

"I thought as much. Seems an awful waste. You should open a hotel!"

He stood. "I think I should be off on my rounds."

"Please. Not so soon. I'd like us to know each other better."

"Yes. I'm somewhat afraid of that."

"Afraid of me? You've flirted with me for quite a while now."

"Admitted. And loved it. But in public."

"So that time you sallied up beside me at the Forbes-French's party, put you hand around my waist, then slid it down to give my bum a feel, that was all just flirting?"

"Ursula!"

"Don't be offended. I wasn't. I didn't mind. Actually, I liked it."

She was looking at the fire. He stood, and looking down, he was dizzy with the thought of her lovely body. She had generous sized breasts. Where her nipples showing? Inwardly, he groaned.

"You don't really want to go to bed with me then."

"Err..."

"Well?"

"Ursula. Please."

"Well?"

He took his time to answer. "I have to admit I have thought about doing so to be honest. You're a gorgeous woman. Many a man does, I'll bet." He paused. "But no, I don't think I should."

"You'd like to but..."

Suddenly there was a squeak, not a scream but a woman's squeak. They froze. Then a woman's laugh in the next room. Basil and Ursula looked at each other, then rose and went to the doorway. Standing behind the relative darkness of the library, they saw Pamela Rodgers-Brown dressed in a frilly little dress on one side of the large table and Fredrick Hyde-White on the other. Both had their hands on the backs of opposite chairs, and in Fredrick's eyes they could see a lustful leer. "Just a little kiss, my dear."

"Ha! There'll be nothing little about a kiss, your rogue! If you get your hands on me, I'll be late for dinner."

I'd be too."

She laughed. "Wouldn't that be a scandal! And it's only two in the afternoon. What could you do?"

"I could spend a long time on you."

"On me? You naughty boy. The very thought!"

"I've thought about you a lot." He dodged quickly to the left and she darted away keeping as much of the table between them as possible. They heard him laugh, and then she too.

"Wait till I get my hands on you."

"Oh Freddie. I'm a married woman You really mustn't lay a hand on me." She laughed again.

"Be quiet, you silly wench! Someone will hear."

"I hope they do. It will save me from a fate worse than death!" Again she laughed, dodged and then she tripped and fell.

Was it on purpose? Did it matter. In an instant he was around the table and down on her.

"No. Freddie. Please. Oh Freddie." Silence. "You shouldn't. You really shouldn't. Not here!"

"Be quiet!"

There was silence again for a few moments. "Oh Freddie. You really, really shouldn't Oh! Freddie, I.... I'll... I'll scream."

"Shh..."

Another pause. Some heavy breathing. "Oh, Freddie! Be careful! Oh!" Silence again. "Oh my! Not here!"

Basil looked at Ursula's profile. Now he was sure he saw nipples. He touched her on the shoulder and whispered in her ear. "Excuse me." He tiptoed across the carpet to the other door and let himself quietly out into the hall.

He didn't know which way to turn. He felt lucky to have an excuse to leave the room, but what was going on in the other room was equally disturbing. It was all very sexually stimulating. He could attest to that. He found himself in a real fuddle. The kitchen. Surely there's some sanity there. There wasn't. It was empty. Delicious smells but no one. He guessed Cook was resting before the evening.

He found two couples in the pool. He couldn't help looking at the women in their bathing suits. Both were very shapely specimens but he wasn't sure whether any were married to any. The trouble with so many guests. There seemed to be a lot of touching and feeling as they played, splashing and dunking each other in the shallow end. He was pretty sure he was able to leave without being seen. More sex! Again, his mind switched back to Lady Ursula.

Fresh air. That's what he needed. Out to the stables. There he found two of his friends sitting on a bale of hay, sharing a mickey of scotch. They had brushed down their mounts to his satisfaction. He joined them for a few moments and they gave him a few pulls at the liquor. He felt it settled him.

There were still two horses out. He noted that Dickie wasn't back yet. His mind spun to Ursula again. He saw her sitting in that chair in the fire light, the dress clinging even more so to her body. What a body! He groaned.

Back in the manor, he couldn't think where to go. Where was Elizabeth? Maybe a nap. He'd find her there.

As he climbed the staircase, he heard Ursula behind him. "You giving up, Basil?"

He turned. There she stood at the bottom looking up at him. All he could see was the lovely figure, in his mind the fabric had shrunk, her hips, her flat tummy, her breasts, and then her sparkling eyes. She looked excited.

"Thought I'd take a nap."

She didn't move. She knew she had his attention. "Sounds like a good idea."

He didn't move.

She laughed. "Those two stayed on the floor for a very long time. The sound effects were worth the price of admission." She laughed. "I think she enjoyed it. He certainly did."

He couldn't think of anything to say and turned.

"Wait a moment. I'm coming up too."

He stopped. Surely he'd find Elizabeth in their room.

They crossed the landing and went into the hall. She wasn't their bedroom and Ursula was standing right behind him.

"She said she was going off to the shoppes with Lady Margaret and Lady Jane for a last look at Christmas stuff." She went around him to look over the room. "Cozy." Again her back presented a vision, such a tail on the woman. How he wanted to have her.

They looked at each other.

"Now what?"

He looked down.

"You wanted to take a nap. I think that's a good idea too."

"Not here!"

Where then?"

He said nothing.

"My room. Okay. Come on!"

"Me?" Not me he said to himself.

"Yes. You."

"I.. I.... " I'm such a coward!

"Come on. I won't hurt you."

"But Dickie........" He felt his manhood was going to explode in his pants.

"The fool. He won't be back before six." She took his hand, pulled him around, out the door and down the hall to her room. Once in, she pealed down the bed and smiled. "Come on, Basil. At least take off that jacket. If you take it off, I'll take off my dress. You do want to see what I have to offer, don't you?"

He nodded but didn't move. Yes. I do. I do. He could feel his eyes bulging in his head.

"Am I going to have to do this for you?"

When he didn't move, she came around and pulled the jacket off his shoulders. "There now. Take your shoes off." Her voice assumed a commanding air.

He felt helpless to stop what he knew was happening. He sat and undid the laces and pushed off his shoes.

"Good lad. Up you get. Now your pants." When he stood and didn't move she fumbled with his belt, undid the top button and his zip. His erection was obvious. "Oh good. "

He couldn't move with the pants around his ankles. She dropped to her knees and pulled down his shorts. "Oh Basil. That's just my size."

She stood again, in doing so taking his scrotum in hand. "Lovely, Basil. Just lovely." She squeezed his balls and he staggered. She turned him and pushed him so that he fell onto the bed.

He got to his elbows and watched her strip off her dress. She had been naked under it! All she had on were her stockings and shoes.

She straddled him and brushed his trembling erect manhood with her golden thatch. Between her swinging breasts, he got a picture of the space between her spread stockinged legs and his pelvis, a sort of inverted W. She put herself right down onto his swollen member and gently rubbed herself on it. "Oh Basil. Oh dear-o-dear. Yes. Do watch" A bit more rubbing and he could see the oozing from himself. "Do lie down. Basil. Fondle my tits. I thought I'd have to take you something like this." He obeyed.

She ground down on him. "Oh, you lovely man!" She dropped a nipple into his mouth. "Chew gently, Basil Suck hard." It was like a nut, as hard as rock. "Yes! The other! God, that feels good!" She ground some more, then without further ado, she lifted herself off him, reach down, held him erect and sat on him. He slid into her warm sloppy cunt. "Yes!"

Well, you know what happened next. Suffice it to say, Basil had never been worked over, ridden so thoroughly in his life. Later he remembered worrying whether his poor tool would be ripped off at it's base. And all while almost fully clothed! It was the longest, shortest and roughest hour of his life. He loved it, and he hated it. He'd been abused.

Ursula woke him, still on his back, and got him across the hall without being seen. He stumbled into the shower. He was still there thirty minutes later when Elizabeth came in in her bath robe.

"How did it go?"

The mirror was all foggy so he couldn't see her face, and she didn't turn when she replied, "Oh fine."

He was embarrassed when he stepped out of the shower, but she didn't look at him as she took his place.

He dressed carefully and slowly. Eventually, when she didn't appear from the bathroom, he went downstairs to make sure all was in place for the evening and to mingle. Ursula crossed his mind but he pushed her away.

The first person he saw was Freddie. He was at the drinks table, pouring himself a good one, and Basil joined him. A double scotch. Freddie was flushed and excited.

"How'd it go this afternoon, Freddie? Did you find enough to do?"

"Certainly did. Jolly good! Wonderful party! Lovely people. Wonderful weekend! Thanks so much for inviting me, I mean us."

"Where's your better half?"

"Oh, still primping. You know these gals."

Others arrived and then Pamela and her husband, Roddy. All appeared normal. Freddie asked if he could do the honours for them and Roddy assented. Basil observed Pamela watch the two men with a funny grin. She caught Basil watching her and smiled a slow smile.

Ursula and Dickie arrived. She was dressed far more formally this evening. He was his usual blustery self. "Thank you for a wonderful mount today, Basil. She was a dream." He grinned a mysterious grin.

She? Didn't he know he was on a gelding all day? For a man who supposedly knows horses......

He was lost in that thought when Elizabeth arrived in the room. She too was dressed rather formally but seem much more demure than usual. She moved about the room with her usual grace but there was something different about her. It wasn't a conscious effort, but he managed to avoid her until dinner was announced.

The meal was great, a huge rack of lamb with a vast array of vegetables. Everyone was impressed, but the atmosphere at the meal was subdued. Dickie was sitting by Elizabeth again but she was not as happy as the previous night. Pamela was giggling in an unusually funny way for no reason Basil could observe. Ursula watched her too, and cast an eye in his direction. She winked and grinned and nodded towards Pamela whenever she caught his eye One of the swimmers, a young woman sat at his side but it was very hard to get her to say much. When asked how she spent the day, she said nothing of swimming.

When the meal was done and after the men had their cigars and port, they all settled into three more rubbers of Bridge. Elizabeth and he were not communicating and lost badly. In the second rubber, Ursula and Dickie shared their table. It seemed to Basil that all of them were distracted for they played abysmally.

The night wore on. Finally after a few more nightcaps than was his habit, Basil found his wife in bed. She was well over on her side either asleep or pretending to be. It was as well. Did she know?

The morning came early for him. He couldn't sleep. He was racked with guilt. He stumbled out of bed, dressed and went downstairs. Cook was busy preparing the breakfast. He sat in the warmth at the kitchen table with a coffee but wasn't much company for her.

"Did Lady Elizabeth enjoy her ride yesterday? Wasn't it a lovely day? You did manage to choose the very best of weekends for your event."

"Yes. Yes." He left soon after. Elizabeth? Riding? What?

He prowled about until eight, then went to the dining room for breakfast. Some had begun and he joined them. They had to be away early, bags in the front hall.

Ursula arrived. She found him alone. She got her breakfast and joined him. "Hi."

"Hi."

"Felling okay."

"Honestly? No."

"Guilty?"

"Yes."

"You'll get over it."

"Not sure I will."

"Oh, come on, Basil. We could have lots of fun together."

"You mean you could."

"Sorry about yesterday. I was needy. I was very horny. Dickie's being difficult lately. Won't do what he's told." She put her hand on his.

"Hmmm..." He pulled it away as some others came in for breakfast.

All the guests were gone by noon and they did a bit of the tidy-up. Most would be done by the help the next day. Neither said much. Supper that evening was strained and the evening before the television was silent. Again, Basil found her in bed supposedly asleep.

Basil tried hard to make things better in the next few days. Elizabeth would not open to his efforts. It was Wednesday after supper when he simply took her in his arms and said, "I'm sorry. I love you."

She drew back and looked at him. For a long time she looked into his eyes, the suggestion of tears in hers. "I'm sorry too. And I love you."

"Something happened this weekend."

"Yes."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay. Whatever it is, I'm sure we both are. I am so sorry too so we're even."

She looked at him for a time. "You really are very special."

"I don't deserve a lot of thanks." He paused. "Then there's nothing more to say?"

"Yes, there is. I've been thinking. Let's give Dicky's party next weekend a miss. I'll be sick."

"Okay. You're sure?"

"And let's sell up and get a place that's away from here, smaller and more comfortable, warmer." She smiled. "We have the money. Let's get out of here."

"Wow! You're really sure. This has been your home since.. well, forever."

"Yes. And another thing. I'm going off the pill. Basil, take me to bed, please?"