"CHEATING & INFIDELITY " THE STORIES. EROTIC STORY CONTEST 8

You slide up and sit down on my hard rocket. Also slow you move up and down, while I’m holding your hips. We kiss, tenderly first, but soon we get hotter and kiss more passionately, my hips lifting up and down to shag you while you’re riding me.
Both are moaning now.

I want to kiss your boobs and raise your upper body. While we’re almost sitting, my lips are sucking your nipples… your breath goes faster and I suck them now in same rhythm.

“I will to take you doggy now.” I moan.
You turn around, offering me your backside. I wish I had thousand hands now, to hold your hips, your hair, your tits… a while we make tenderly love, then go wild and furious, before we slow down again.
“Wait!” you say and slip away. Looking at me with your big lovely eyes, you say “I want you to cum inside!” 
You never wanted this before. “Are you sure?”
“I am!”

We roll around, I’m on top now and we’re kissing. My cock is moving forth and back, your tight channel is squeezing my shaft and with each thrust, our orgasm is building more and more. Today we will cum together and you will get my load in your pussy. Both are moaning louder, we’re close… and few seconds later, all our tension is leaving and we are experiencing our first orgasm together! My load is flooding your pussy and you’re juices are wetting my cock completely. It’s so intensive! “Stay in.” which I do as long as possible. Then we end up embraced, kissing, while I’m fondling your hair.

“What a wonderful surprise in the morning.” I say “Actually I wanted to show you something.” I say laughing.
“What is it baby?”
“I will stop something without telling you. Whenever you say no, I will stop. Trust me darling.” Saying this, I flip her around and start caressing her neck and back. Kissing her softly, gently biting her, blowing my warm breath above her cells.

She is melting and moaning. With every kiss I move little lower until I reach her butt, which of course I kiss and pamper. Putting two fingers in her pussy, feeling she’s moist already and making sure, my fingers are really wet too.
For a moment she is shocked, because I start licking around her rose. Now she knows what’s in my mind! Though she doesn’t say stop, which means I can go on. Very slow I push my tongue into her little hole. Gently I lick her ass, while my fingers still are filling her pussy.
Next I stop licking and careful I stick one finger in her butt, leaving the other one in her pussy, serving both holes. As I increase speed a little, she is gasping and I feel she likes it.

I spread her legs, she still is on her belly, and start fucking her pussy. My thumb now slides inside her backdoor and she screams for a moment.
“More…” she moans and after some thrust in her pussy, I pull out my cock and hold it against her ass.
“Aaahh” she screams as my cock slips inside.

Her body is in tension and I stop moving, waiting until she relaxes. Which she does very soon. So I continue, moaning now too.
“Oh, you’re ass is so tight baby, so hot.”
She just moans louder “Take my ass, yes yes… fantastic…oooh”
Moving faster now, shagging this sweet butt, watching this hot woman shaking. Now she even is pushing her butt towards my cock, she wants it more, she wants it harder. Of course she gets it. More and more I’m ramming my pale into her hole. Suddenly she screams, I can feel her pussy throbbing and she’s cumming as hard as she never came before.
“AAAHHH! DON’T… STOP… BABY…!”

Breathing fast, more bursting, her body is sweating and she is digging her fingers into the sheet of the bed. I think it’s better to stop shagging her now and go to the end of the bed, pulling her aside. Now I’m standing above her, her face under my cock and immediately she starts licking my balls.

“Oh yeah baby, you’re perfect!” I moan.
Her right hand is jerking my cock while her tongue is licking my balls. She lifts her head and even sucks them in. Oh god! I’m holding her head now, bending down to kiss her. Our tongues are dancing and I’m squeezing her boobs.
“Open your mouth” I tell her and fuck her throat.

All she can do is gaggling now. My cock is almost ready to explode, so I pull it out, wank it and shoot my load all over her tits and body. Exhausted I fall down aside her. She is playing with my seed, rubbing it above her breasts, licking her fingers. “Mmm you made me your horny slut.” She says winking.

“I didn’t.” I reply smiling “I just released what always has been inside you.”
“Will you release more?” Enquiring and curious she looks at me.
“Wait and see.” Laughing I answer, but my shining eyes reveal myself.
We still have one week left before she goes back home. Seven days full of passion, desire, lust and also love.

Love. This word comes into my mind at night. Do I love her? I just wanted to have some nice holidays, maybe have some hot adventures with a woman. Both I’m having now. Is that what I’m feeling love now? Am I loving a married woman? And she? What is she feeling? I can’t sleep this night, too many thoughts are making me dizzy. Should I tell her my feelings?

This happened two years ago. Now I wake up, still sleepy and again I think of the words of my friend “look for single women.”
Ok, I didn’t meet women, just one. And it was great. Much better than women.
Turning my face, I look at the pretty woman aside me. That woman, which has caught my heart. A deep feeling of warm emotions is running through my body and I have to smile.

It’s you. You, the woman I have met in my holidays. You are laying there, still sleeping and looking peaceful.
We stayed in touch since these days. Six months later you called me to say you finally have the strength to leave your husband. Since that day, we are together and though we have wonderful moments and great sex, I never will forget the way we met.
Suddenly an idea gets into my mind.

I get up and start my computer. I book holidays in the same hotel we first met. Just this time we will go together. No secret dates to meet and have sex, no hiding, no fear to get caught. We will be there as Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
But, and again I smile, we still might have sex in forbidden places.

The End.

The Mack was bouncing up the rutted road bobtail, low hanging tree branches scraping over the blue and white paint job, fortunately the air ride seat took most of the jolting but rage was tired and sore from the longhaul, and looking forward to a long hot bath and some good welcome home sex. He had made good time and was gunna be home a day early.

It was 7pm when the Mack turned into the drive of Omni Vigilantes Domi, he was fond of the cabin made from the trees of the local forest just like the pioneers had made their homes, sure he had used modern tools and materials to make it sturdy and slate tiles on the roof, it was simple in the extreme but he had all the mod cons powered by solar cells mounted on the roof and a series of deep discharge batteries for storage and a 5kw inverter enabling it to be self sustaining for electricity, he had sunk a bore for water and a tank for drinking water pressure was maintained by a series of water pumps.

Grey waste water was directed to a natural filter system which returned the water after purification back to the lake cleaner than the natural lake water and sewerage was sent to a septic tank to be broken down biologically this was positioned 250 feet from the cabin, the layout was simple one main room downstairs with a kitchen and toilet on the wet wall, while on the mezzanine floor there was a sleeping area en suite walk in robe and a place for his exercise equipment a multi function weight bench a 100kg body bag and a speed ball, these were needed to keep him in shape and to exorcise his stress frustration and anger. He was proud of what he had created with his own hands.

The lights were all off and the cabin looked deserted, he let his prime mover idle for 5 minutes and shut it down. Climbing down from the cab he grabbed his bag and walked to the front door, trying it he found it was locked, he opened the lock and entered it was as quiet as a tomb, throwing his bag on the couch he wandered to the fridge looking for something to eat it had been a long time since he had lunch, only to find it bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard.

In frustration he decided to ride to the local Bar & Grill for dinner. He climbed the ladder to the loft and stripped off his dirty clothes making sure he dropped them in the laundry hamper and headed for the shower. Turning on the water he stepped under the hot water and scrubbed the grime from his body washed his hair and then shaved and trimmed his beard.

Feeling refreshed, he dried himself off, grabbed his kevlar jeans a clean t-shirt and his leather vest. Just wearing the vest brought back memories of his youth, road trips with friends no longer here. Good times and bad from his days as an outlaw bikie. He also remembered the day he walked away from the club world. The day his daughter was born. His own hands had eased her from her mother with the help of the the doctor who guided his hands.

Her first contact with the outside world was his touch. He pulled her to his chest and hugged her tight, feeling his heart swell with unconditional love for the tiny human he had had a part in creating. and the promise he made her to never do anything that could take him away from her, never to leave her unprotected. It took 20 minutes before he would give her up to the nurses attending the delivery, he would never be the same again.

Shrugging off the memories he went down and checked on the low-rider, checking the chain, fluids, and a general look over. Priming the carby he jumped down on the kick starter, it fired on the second attempt, he could never get it perfect it had always needed a second kick to burst into life. He pulled in the clutch and dropped it into gear ad eased the clutch out, the heavy bike rolled out onto the dirt road and he headed to the interstate and the Bar & Grill his mouth drooling as he thought of the steak he was going to have once he got there, there was good food there and great service, it took 15 minutes till he rolled into the car park in front of the Bar & Grill, he climbed off the bike stretched and headed inside.

He was still considered an outsider here having only been around for 6 months, but he was recognised by the regulars, nodding to them as he approached the bar, the barman had a bundy and ice waiting for him, a nice personal touch. He had a chat with the barman and caught up on the local news, the bar tender was always a great person to go to  find out what been happening while he was away, so for 20 minutes between serving customers and wait staff he got the latest gossip and stories. Eventually his stomach was rumbling loudly, so he figured it was time to eat.

Getting a refill he headed to the dining area, finding a seat with a good view of the entrance and his bike. He settled down to wait till he was served, the waitresses were friendly and pretty so he enjoyed watching them ferrying meals to the crowded room, it wasn't long till one came to take his order, I had gotten to know the waitresses fairly well as he ate here a couple times a week when he wasn't on the road, He usually had a laugh and flirted with them a little it was all good natured nothing serious just some fun to break up their long nights.

Tonight he was served by a new waitress who he hadn’t seen before but it didn’t take long to get her smiling at his lame jokes and flirting she was young maybe 22 or 23 with a trim figure of an athlete, her name was Elizabeth but she said everyone called her Beth, He introduced himself telling her he was called rage telling her it was cause in his youth He was a hard party animal, but in truth it was his club name given to him because of his temper, these days he had that pretty much under control, maybe the 14 counts of aggravated assault he been in prison for had something to do with that or maybe he just got old and mellowed out, regardless it was a rare thing now for him to lose it.

A few minutes later Beth returned and set his table and asked if he wanted another drink, “sure” he responded. It was a short ride home and the roads were never patrolled except for the interstate and there was only 3 miles to the turn off to his place. Beth mentioned that the kitchen was busy as there was a large party that had ordered and his meal would be about 30 minutes.

He said “no worries Beth, I’ll go and have a game of pool in the back room, can you give me a yell when my steak was on the grill?”

With a cute smile Beth responded “no problems, Rage I can do that”

Angie was busy cleaning the cabin, her man was going to be home tomorrow, it had been a week since he left, and Angie was eagerly waiting his return. Just thinking about him and imagining of his actions on his return made her wet, she could feel her panties growing damp and her nipples were hardening as her activity caused the material of her shirt caress them roughly.

Angie loved the cabin he had built for her, finishing the tidying up downstairs she ascended the ladder to shower before she went into town to replenish the cupboards, he was always hungry after a trip, he pushed himself to get back to her and often missed his breaks just to get home to her an hour earlier. He was a hard ex bikie but Angie had never seen that side of him, to her he was a loving passionate gentle man, though she knew he had another side that he kept on a short chain which had caused him to spent time in jail.

He had told her his story not the details just the overview, he didn’t hide anything from her, Angie knew the birth of his daughter had changed him, he left the club to the new younger generation and gone nomad, she knew he loved her, never giving her any reason to doubt his loyalty or dedication to making her happy and loved.

He had walked into the bar that night long ago, and her heart had stuttered, his confidence and easy manner had attracted her, he noticed her too she felt his eyes on her as she danced to the band. Angie remembered how just his gaze made her moist, he finally walked over and asked if he could have the next dance, and how they had danced all that night. Eventually he kissed her causing a rush of heat throughout her body, how her nipples reacted and her sex began to weep.

They talked and laughed and danced till the bar closed, he thanked her for the good night and was going to keep riding, she soon put a stop to that idea, by asking for a lift home, it was the first time she had ridden pillion on a bike, by the time he arrived at her house Angie was afire the throbbing of the big vtwin had put a unquenchable fire between her thighs.

Angie invited him inside for coffee and and when he was inside she threw herself into his arms, in no time at all their clothes were helter skelter around the room, and they were fucking like animals in heat.

As they lay on the rug before the fire Angie traced the scars on his body, she had never seen so many on anyone. Everywhere she looked there were pale lines of scar tissue, she screwed up her courage and finally asked, he smiled and said there is a story to everyone, maybe one day he would tell her.

When they had recovered they made love slowly this time, he was a considerate and giving lover, kissing her gently his hands began exploring her body, his fingers trailing across her soft flesh sending electric shocks throughout her body, and his lips teasing her erogenous zones first teasing her nipples kissing them then suckling them like a baby and his tongue and teeth teasing and nibbling them till her need became a screaming need and her desire flooded from her sex.

Then he kissed his way down her stomach and lower still his teeth nipping her red hairs tugging gently, moving lower his mouth covered her sex as his tongue teased her pale pink lips and teased her swollen clitoris, as her hips writhed wildly in her need, her hands and fingers buried in his thick hair pushing his face deeper into her pussy as he lashed her furiously her tension climbing rapidly her thighs clamped tightly around his head as she cried his name between her moans till impatiently she dragged him from her sodden pussy pulling his face back to her own she kissed his face all over while begging him to take her.

Slowly at first he entered her slick sheath, sliding his length deeply inside her filling her tight pussy and stretching her walls to accommodate his girth, pausing to allow her to adjust even as her hips were writhing in need, till he slowly began to thrust into her, taking his time as her legs circled his waist she matched him stroke for stroke her moans filling the small cabin and his heavy breathing played counterpoint to her vocalisation.

His heavily muscled body moved faster and faster pounding her pussy bruising her tender flesh as his need grew, her nectar flowing like a river covering his balls and thighs as they climbed to their respective peaks together, in her passion her fingernails carved runnels in his broad back drawing blood but he noticed them and her passion only caused his own to flare brighter, his cock driving forcibly against her cervix weakening its defences of her inner sanctum.

With a massive groan he thrust even harder penetrating her womb and burying his whole cock deeply inside her body and exploding his seed deeply filling her with his hot seed triggering her own orgasm she remembered cumming so hard she almost passed out, they remained like that for what seemed like hours, waves of pleasure washing through her until finally the waves turned to ripples and she pulled his body to hers, they lay together for an eternity, and waking before the fire still coupled, with the fire burnt down to embers and the chill of the room waking them.

He stood helped her to her feet and led her to the ladder and watched her naked body climb to the sleeping area, looking over her shoulder she smiled at him wiggling her ass in invitation and noticing the lewd look on his face.

Angie remembered the night like it was yesterday her body was aflame with desire from reliving that night, she realised her hand was rubbing her sex and the other was squeezing and massaging her breasts, she took her clothes off and laid down on the king sized bed flicking on the stereo.

Her hands found her breasts caressing them squeezing them she began to moan softly wishing rage was here and it was his big rough hands touching her as she focused on her nipples teasing and tweaking them, she was squeezing and releasing her thighs together slowly building the tension in her body. Her hips writhing as she slowly ascended the heights towards her peak, reaching into the bedside drawer Angie removed her birthday present, a 'c' shaped remote controlled vibrator, which she inserted into her hungry pussy.

One end was a large and bulbous and when correctly placed the other end rested against her Clit, she selected the variable setting on the remote allowing the vibrator to vary the intensity and power of the vibrations randomly, she then returned her focus to her small breasts caressing them gently initially then more and more roughly as she approached the point of no return.

Her mind slipped away imagining she was caressing Rages heavily muscled chest, and tracing the scars that covered his body, masturbation was a way to release her pent up desires, but nothing she did to herself compared to his attention. How his breath blown softly across her wet nipples eliciting a sudden chill in her tender flesh and when he was eating her that breath drove her crazy with desire and lust.

The vibrator was doing its job admirably, her hips gyrating wildly and Angie squeezed her thighs together firmly and released them over and over, she was imagining her man working between her legs as she approached her orgasm, with a wild rush she plummeted over the edge of her peak with a wild yell of passion her body overcome with pleasure so intense it was akin to pain and she bit her lip drawing blood in her passionate release.

And still the vibrator droned on building her towards a further higher peak overcoming her attempts to locate the remote, she gives in to the mounting pleasure and allowed the vibe to take her further along the highway to pleasure central as she slipped into a multiple orgasm completely draining her will and energy finally finding the remote she shut it down and lay there sucking air into her lungs trying to regain control of her shaking body.

Eventually she drags herself from the bed to the shower, with the water streaming over her still trembling body she soaps herself washing the grime and sweat of cleaning and sex from her body, just washing her sex triggered another orgasm leaving her a trembling mess sitting on the floor of the shower under the flowing water.

After she recovered she turned the water off dried and dressed in a chambray shirt and jeans over a lacy black bra and matching panties, boots and finally a drover hat before heading to the hypermarket to stock up on groceries. The battered pick up truck had seen better days, though it served her well for the limited use she had for transport, and he was comfortable enough to suit and the 4 wheel drive had gotten her out of many a tricky spot over the years.

There were dings and scrapes and chips all over it and the motor was strong after Rage had reconditioned it after the oil pump had failed. In fact she believed it was even better now than when she first bought it, but she might be just imagining that as it was her man that had put in many days of work on it for her. He constantly threatened to trade it in on a new one for her but she pleaded to keep it there were memories that where embedded in every nut and bolt of it losing it would be like losing a member of the family.

It started instantly as usual and she put it into 4 wheel drive till she got to the made road, Rage had made her promise to use 4×4 when off the made roads after the time she had skidded off the dirt road and rolled it into a ditch, she hadn't been seriously hurt a few bruises and scratches but Rage had gone spare, she knew it was because he had been scared for her but the look on his face when he had found her in the ditch had on his way home on the bike scared her she had never seen fear on his face or in his eyes before so he had given her a refresher course in handling a vehicle in adverse conditions.

Arriving at the market she rapidly purchased her groceries and had the bag boy place them in the truck, thanking him with a subtle flash of her cleavage and a shy wink. On her way back to the cabin she noticed a neighbours truck at the bar and grill, she was hungry after her earlier activities so she did a u turn and drove into the parking lot.

— Continued —

Walking into the town’s night club I see my brother standing at the bar with two pints of cold beer in front of him. Walking over to him and slapping him on the back as I reach him, “Is one of them mine?” I ask. 
Arching his back from the pain of my slap, he turns with an “AAHHH yeah yours is the Stella!”
Taking the Stella in my hand and bringing it to my lips slowly, I take a long refreshing mouthful. “So what’s the plan for the night then?” I ask
“Just a few drinks to celebrate my divorce papers finally coming in the post today!” he says as he chinks my glass with his.

“So you a free man now then,” I say with a big smile “that calls for something a bit stronger than larger.”  Turning to the barman, “Two large Whiskies please!” as I reach for my wallet.  Handing over a ten dollar note and only getting two ones back I smile at my brother and rise my whisky glass “A toast to all the free women out there, let it be known, the boys are out tonight and the hunt is on.”
Paul raises his glass; “To freedom” he shouts and puts the whisky down in one swift gulp. I follow his lead and put mine down in one too and slam the glass back down on the bar. Leaning our backs against the bar we both look around the bar at the ladies in the club.

The Stella starts to flow with the odd whisky chaser and the club starts to fill with more and more hot looking ladies. Turning to Paul and leaning over to him, “I think the night is going to be a good night!” I yell.
“Let the fun begin” he calls back.

As we watch the club fill, I remember the nights I spent as a doorman and all the old moves and techniques for catching the ladies came rushing back into my mind. A wicked smile crosses my face as I turn to Paul “This is going to be easy tonight.  Even you will get lucky tonight.”
As I said that a group of about twelve ladies dressed as cheer leaders stumbled into the club. All dressed in matching blue and yellow tops and short blue skirts, knee length, white leather boots and Pink cowgirl hats.
Tapping my brother with my elbow and flicking my head towards the group of ladies, “Looks like a hen party has just walked in.”
He smiles back, “things are looking up for me now then!” he takes a swig of his pint “Hen parties are always good for some fun and last night of freedom!”

I stay at the bar and watch as Paul walks over to the other bar in the club where the cheerleaders had headed for. He works his way to the bar, right in the middle of all the ladies. A big cheer comes from the ladies and all their hands go into the air.
I smile to myself and I know he’s just brought a round of drinks for the ladies. Leaning back on the bar, I just relax and watch the club, keeping my eyes on the dance floor as it gets more and more crowed. The DJ starts to play some older music.

Taking a big mouth full of my pint and finishing it off I make my way to the dance floor and bump into Pauls back.“How’s it going with the cheerleaders?”  I shout in his ear over the loud music.
“Great!” is all I get back from him.
After dancing to a few great old tunes it’s time for a cold beer. Walking back to the bar, through the now, full club, having to push passed lots of people. The bar is rammed and the poor guy behind it is rushing to get everyone their drinks.
As I reach the bar a lovely lady presses up against me and gives me a sweet smile as I try to make a little room for us both. The barman comes over and takes the order of the guy next to me “Two pints and two vodka ices”
Thinking to myself, that’s a double order, he won’t be back soon. The barman brings him his drinks and takes his money.  He brings his change back, “WHO’S NEXT?” he calls. 
“She’s next, and then it’s me!” I shout to him.

The lady orders her drink, a large vodka and coke. She turns to me, puts her hand softly on my chest and leans in close and shouts “thank you” in my ear.
I look down at her and right into her bright green eyes and just smile at her. “Ladies always come first” I say with a cheeky smile.
Her eyes widen as she hears my answer “Always!” she says with a devilish smile.
“Yes always” I say as I raise my eyebrow and smile back.
The barman brings her vodka and coke and her change she taps me gently on the chest and says, “Thank you again” I watch as she walks away into the crowed club.

“What you having?” I hear the barman call. Turning to him I ask for a Stella and whisky chaser. I hand him a ten dollar note and wait for my drinks and change. He brings them over to me and hands me my change. Taking the whisky glass, I chin it down in one mouthful and slam the glass back on the bar. Feeling the heat of the whisky move right down though my body, I take my Stella, move away from the bar and lean against a pillar, watching the club again.

My eyes scan the room and there’s Paul still happy playing with the cheerleaders. Our eyes catch each other and I get a thumbs up from him. I smile back at him and give him a little nod.
Taking a swig of my beer I keep looking around the club when my eyes meet a set of bright green eyes looking right back at me. I feel the smile on my face grow a little as she smiles over at me and raises her glass.  I do the same back to her and we both take a little sip. I watch as she licks her lip, as she takes the glass away from them and then she turns to talk with her friends.

I watch. She is wearing a tight, black dress that shows her fantastic figure, with a sheer black panel in the front and black beads holding the two sides of the dress together, giving just a little glimpse of her ample cleavage under it. The crowd opens just a little to give me a look at her whole frame, her legs covered in sheer black tights and what looks like four inch heels. I smile to myself. That makes her only about five foot tall as I had to look down into those beautiful, green eyes when she was stood next to me at the bar.

I finish my beer and go back to the bar to get a refill, leaning against it, I feel the soft touch of a hand on my back.
Thinking it was Paul, I didn’t turn round I just said “Yes I will get you a drink”
The voice that answered wasn’t Paul’s but the green eyed lady. “Thank you. A vodka and coke, please.” 
I turn and smile “A large one at that,” I add quickly; a big grin crossed her face.
“I only like large ones!” she says with a chuckle.
I turn and catch the barman’s eye and order the drinks, feeling her hand rest on the small of my back, letting me know she is still there as I wait for the drinks. The barman brings them over and I hand her the glass and turn to face her
“Thank You. I’m Clare!” she says looking right into my eyes.
“Nice to meet you, Clare. I’m Daniel, but my friends call me Dan.”
“Well Dan it is then.” she says smiling up at me.

We chat and drink our drinks, just as the DJ starts to play some older tunes again. Clare takes my hand, “I love this song, let’s dance.” she shouts and drags me to the dance floor.
We start to dance with each other, moving in time with the music, keeping my eyes fixed on her every move. I feel her start to move against me. Gently, I place my hands around her waist and bring her in tight to me. Feeling her pressing her hips into me, we start to move, our hips as one, grinding against each other. As we move I feel her cheek brush against mine as I lean down holding her to me.  Then a soft touch of her lips rest on my cheek, I press a little into her lips and turn my head letting her lips move across my cheek and move across onto my lips.
Feeling her soft lips against mine, I look at her and she closes her eyes and presses her lips harder against mine. Feeling them open a little, I let mine match hers and feel the soft wetness of her tongue push through my lips, finding my tongue. Still moving and grinding, our hips, our tongues twist and dart together fighting and struggling to taste each other.

As our kiss deepens and becomes more passionate, slowly I let my hands move down from her waist, down onto her firm bum and gently squeeze her cheeks through her dress. As my fingers move over her cheeks I can feel she is only wearing a thong and her tights must be hold up stockings.  Feeling her relax and pressing her lips harder against mine, as my hands and fingers move over her bum and down the top of her thighs feeling the lace tops of her hold up stockings. This ends as does our kiss. She opens her beautiful eyes and looks right into mine. A slow song starts to play and we gently move to the music, her hands move over my back and down onto my bum and she pulls us tight back together. We start to kiss deeply and passionately again. 

Feeling her pull away from me a little, breaking the kiss, she moves her head next to mine and whispers, “Take me home before I change my mind.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I ask softly.
“Yes .Yes it is and I’m going to hold you to what you said earlier.” she whispers back.
Taking her hand I lead her from the dance floor, making sure I walk passed my Brother; I tap him on the shoulder and shout “I’m out of here! See you in the morning.”
All I get is a wave from him as we move towards the club’s door. The cool air hits us as we leave the club. I put my arm around Clare; we walk quickly to the taxi rank and grab the first taxi there. Just as I was about to tell the driver to take us to my place Clare gave him her address. Thinking that’s the big posh tower block in the town. As we pull up outside, I pay the drive and give him a good tip.

Clare takes my hand and leads me to the front door of the building. She looks through the door and says quickly, “let’s get to the elevator the guard is not at his desk.”
Pushing the door open for her, she grabs my hand and pulls me to the elevator. Pressing the button on the wall the doors open and she pushes me inside.
Just as she says, “Hi John!  Just me tonight! Richard is away for the night.”
“Ok Mrs Jackson.” he replies.
Clare steps into the elevator, pushes me back against the wall and starts to kiss me again. This time it was rougher and more intense, her hands were all over my body, rubbing them up the inside of my thigh and up onto my stiffening shaft. Spinning her around and pinning her against the wall, pulling her dress up as I do, I run my hand up her inner thigh, up over the lace top of her stocking and up onto the soft, warm flesh of her thigh.
Just as my hand reaches the fabric of her panties the bell rings and the doors start to open. She pushes me backwards, out of the elevator, back against the wall of the hallway and starts to fight with my belt buckle. As she fights it open I grab hold of her and lift her off her feet.
“What door is yours?” I ask. Wrapping her legs tight around me she points to the door at the end of the hallway. Still holding her in my arms I walk to the door, she swipes the key and the door opens.

Carrying her through the door I see a big, red sofa looking out over the town with all the lights shining up from below. We didn’t need any lights on at all. Gently I pull her dress up around her waist before sitting her down on the sofa.
I kneel in front of her. She looks down at me and opens her legs. I keep my eyes locked on hers. Slowly and softly bringing my hands up over her stocking covered legs until they reach her soft inner thighs. With a gently push on her soft, warm flesh her legs open a little wider. Her head rolls back and her eyes close, a soft moan leaves her lips.

Moving both my hands higher up her inner thighs, letting my fingertips dig into her soft flesh leaving red marks where my fingers had been. I stop just short of her black lace thong and squeeze her thighs. Clare takes a sharp breath as my thumbs brush against the fabric of her moist crotch of her panties. Gently, pressing my thumbs harder over the fabric, feeling the outline of her pussy. Tracing the outline of her lips with my thumbs, moving in little circles over the lace fabric until my right thumb reaches the swollen button of her clit.
As my thumb rubs round on her clit she bucks her hips towards me pushing my thumb harder against her button. I lean forward and kiss her inner right thigh letting my soft hairs of my beard brush on her skin, making her leg quiver to its touch.
With a loud moan from her wide, open mouth, she opens her legs wider and lifts her hips towards my face, moving my hands from her pussy to round under her bum and pulling her up to meet my lips. Letting my mouth close over her clit though the lace of her panties and getting the first taste of her sweet pussy.

Sucking her little button harder though her panties and running my tongue around it. As I work my tongue over and around her clit slowly, I hook my thumbs into the waist band of her panties and start to put them down.
Lifting my mouth from her panties just enough to let them slide down and uncover her smooth pussy…

— Continued —

Sometimes home life gets boring, and sometimes a woman needs more. It’s not that I don’t love being married, my heart belongs to Chris, but I long to be filled and used hard sometimes, and that’s just something Chris can’t do. I’m not getting any younger, but I still look hot with my auburn hair and green eyes. After two kids my body is matronly, my hips are wide, my butt is round, my boobs are full double D’s that sag a bit. But I know how to use all of it, and I know how to give it… to the right guy.

I’m no cougar, I wasn’t on the prowl when I met Jordan. It just happened. I had to go into Boston to close a deal on a house when the blizzard hit. I was lucky to get a hotel room. The bar downstairs was like an oasis for the stranded. They didn’t jack the prices like you would think, instead they extended happy hour, and most of us tried hard to get happy. I was on my second Tom Collins when he entered.

Jordan was tall, like six foot three, with broad shoulders that tapered down to slim hips and a muscled ass. His head was just stubble and his skin was milk chocolate brown. I tried not to stare and be discreet in my glances, but I think it just made me look coy, because he sauntered over to the bar right next to me.

“Let me get a Seven and Seven.” He said to the bartender then he turned so he was leaning on the bar and looking at me. “Well hello.” He said with a flash of pearly whites.

“Hi.” I responded a little too shyly and downed my drink.

“You don’t remember me, do ya?”

Now my brain was spinning. “I’m sorry, should I?”

“You almost sold me a house last year.” He supplied, still with that disarming smile.

“Oh, that makes sense. I sell houses” I said with a silly laugh and smiled back. “Out of curiosity, why didn’t I sell  you a house?”

“Went the apartment route instead, being single and in sales.” He shrugged “and prices around Boston what they are, it seemed the better fit to get just a small place out of town.”

“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t sell you a house, but I’m glad you found a good fit.”

“Oh, it fits nice.” He was constantly eyeing me up and down. “I’m sorry I didn’t keep your card and invite you to my apartment warming.”

He chatted me up through another drink and we watched a few people on the hotel bar’s little dance floor.

“I bet you and I could do better.” He jerked his head towards the dancers.

“Maybe” I was non-committal to the idea.

Then Jordan got up, grabbed my hand, and started tugging playfully. “C’mon, dance with me. Let’s show ‘em what you got.”

“NO!” I protested but couldn’t help giggling.

Then he flashed that smile, “Then show ME what you got.”

I slid off the stool and let this charmer lead me to the floor. My heels weren’t too high and my business outfit was a short pinstriped blue skirt with a matching vest and a white blouse. Chris called it my secretary costume. I just thought it made me look professional while still letting me look good. The vest scooped right under my full bosom. I could dance in this… if I had to. Jordan held my hand high, till we got there, and then spun me to start it off. After three drinks it made me dizzy, but I laughed when he caught me in his arms and steadied me. Then he broke away and we were dancing to some techno song I had never heard of.

Jordan’s eyes never left me. Even when he danced around me, I knew his gaze was on me and soon his hands were too. He grabbed my hips and we did a dirty rumba, with his member usually pressed to my round bottom. I would move away a little but he would follow and pull me back to his groin. I couldn’t go far; it was a tiny dance floor. With my hands at my hair and my bottom shaking, then he’d pull us together and we would sway. I could feel that bulge getting bigger, and I admit I did grind against it. It felt fat against my cheeks. Jordan spun me around and his hands glided down my sides as he went down my body. I spread my legs wide and put my splayed fingers on his head. I’m sure people were looking at us. He was only down there for a second, but it looked like he was eating me from my viewpoint. I danced away from him and laughed in embarrassment. My face was all red, I’m sure, but I was aroused.

We danced with some light in between us now, but I couldn’t ignore the heat between us. He gave this woman all his attention, and that can be such a turn-on. The song got slow, but we didn’t leave the floor. He waited for my hand with his own palm up, and dared me stay with his eyes. Our bodies pressed tight again, but this time from the front, we talked and I caught my breath.

“You’re a sexy dancer,… Heather.” He finally used my name.

I smiled mischievously. “I wondered if you knew it.”

“Your name, or that you can shake that ass?” Now he smiled mischievously.

He actually made me blush. Then I felt his hand slide across that ass, and give it a little pat before resting there.

“You’re very bold, Mr. Jordan Davis.” He had given me his name earlier.

“Yes, and you haven’t removed my hand.” He said with a bird eating grin.

I decided to play too. “Is that all it does is sit there?” I said saucily.

“It’s been known to roam.” He assured me.

With that he squeezed it and kissed me, passionately. I was stiff for a few moments. My mind raced. Pictures of Chris rushed through my head, but my heart speed so fast, and my toes curled. I finally kissed him back, our bodies pressed tight, my hard nipples pressed into his chest. His arms were so strong around me, and his pecs were like rock. Jordan’s tongue danced with mine, and his big hands scooped the round flesh of my ass. I couldn’t help but press my mound into his thigh. My hand held on behind his neck, and we sucked and kissed each other hungrily.

I think both of us remembered where we were at the same time and we broke the kiss, but he still held me in his powerful arms.

“We should go talk.” He said softly to me.

We were looking into each others eyes. “Yeah, talk.” I said breathlessly, almost hypnotized.

He lead me away by the hand through the little crowded bar and into an elevator.

“Um” I started to say, but once the door shut Jordan pressed me to a wall and kissed me hard. He reached down and lifted my leg. His hand sliding over my thigh as he pressed his leg into my pantie covered snatch. The muscled chocolate stud ground into me, and any protest or second thoughts were banished from my mind. I wanted sex, a hard fucking, I wanted him.

The doors opened, but we clung to each other. He finally got us out the door through sheer strength. Jordan lifted me in his arms, and my legs and arms wrapped around him. His big hands held me up by my butt. We still kissed as he moved us towards his room. He put me down and got out his keycard. I felt so little next to him, so feminine and desired. I let him move me inside and he shut the door. It was my turn to jump on him. I wrapped myself around him in the darkness. I kissed him so soulfully and let my hands run up his chest. I began unbuttoning his well fit business shirt. It was crisp and starched. I let my fingers roam in and felt his washboard abs and then my palms ran across stiff nipples peaking stone like chest muscles.

“You must really work out, Jordan.” I whispered in the darkness.

“I do push ups wherever I go.” He assured me. “Lack of a gym won’t stop me.”

He pulled the shirt off, and then hit the light switch near the door. The entrance way lit up, but the rest of the hotel room was dim and in shadows. He took me in his arms again and laid his thick lips at my neck. I moaned softly as his right hand reached low for my butt again. He squeezed it and pulled it up, then separating the soft cheeks under my skirt. I felt him lift the material and his big hand slid into my underwear. His big fingers found my crack and he pulled my cheek away from its twin. I moaned louder for him letting him know my ass was loving the attention. Holding me to his thigh by my butt, Jordan ground my wet pussy to him. I felt his thick cock pressed at my belly as we gyrated together. I reached around to his hard muscled back and clung to him as my pussy began to drip.

I could feel that cock through his clothes and mine. I wanted to touch it, to at least feel its outline with my hand. I put my right hand between us. It was difficult to turn my palm away from me, but my fingers went down his trouser front and ran along the long bulge there. It was like those Indian serpent mounds we took field trips to as a kid. It definitely twitched beneath my caress. I kept rubbing the length of it as Jordan continued to bump and grind his thigh into my mound. Now Jordan’s own hands got busy. I felt both hands yank on my panties. He had them past my rump already and just had to bring down the fronts. I narrowed my stance for him, and smiled as I helped to wiggle out of them, until they hit my ankles.

Jordan moved us to the king sized bed; he had gotten an executive room, with one bed and a lazy boy, instead of the normal two doubles. I sat on the edge and his tented pants were before me. I didn’t know what he planned, but looking up with a grin, I knew what my plans were. My palms smoothed across the front, his fat cock going down one pant leg. He smiled back at me as my fingers undid his belt, then slowly opened the button of his gray trousers. I gently pushed them down, prolonging the tease. Now that cock pressed hard at the cotton fabric of his boxers.

“He wants to come out and play.” I said cutely, my lips pouting up at him.

“Pull him out. He’s a good dog.” Jordan played back. “just wants some lovin’.”

I grinned wide at that invitation and hauled that dick from its cloth wrapper. It was heavy in my hand and already so hard. I could barely see it with the only light to Jordan’s back, but it felt like a monster that seemed as thick as my wrist. Slowly I began to stroke it, caress it really, letting my hand slide up and my palm go over the big swollen head. My fingers tickled under the helmet and pushed back the foreskin. I let my encircled fingers go down it gently until I reached the base and his heavy balls. Now I knew it was fully hard, because it started to curve upward, where before it stood straight out.

I smiled up at him before taking it into my mouth. Jordan groaned deeply and put his hand in my hair. Just the head was swabbed by my lips and tongue. I worked around it, feeling it’s blood flow and the heat come off it.

“Damn, woman.” He whispered in the darkness.

I giggled and gently nibbled at it, licking down the side and then back up before taking it in my mouth again. I sucked it and let my tongue play against the head. I took it in as deep as I could, but still my hand gripped the shaft. Jordan stepped out of his boxers and pants, kicking them behind him. He wanted to fuck my mouth, but I kept his cock clamped at the base so I wouldn’t choke on deep strokes. Gently he moved his hips, thrusting his cock through my red lips. He pushed my hair behind my head to try and see.

“Oh baby.” he cooed to me as he caressed my cheek and then cradled my head.

Still, he gently fucked my mouth. My spit covered his flesh and only once or twice did his cockhead hit my throat. I let my free hand go between my spread legs. My skirt was the only obstacle, but not much of one, as my fingers delved into my wet lips. They were smooth and puffy. Chris would shave me weekly, keeping me smooth, but there was a thick little soul patch above, kind of a target where my mound loved to be pressed and rubbed.

I pushed him off, worried he would blow too soon. With my ass still at the edge of the bed I lay back and pulled my legs up to rest my feet on the bed. I lay my arms up and stretched, hoping I looked inviting.

“Will you eat me?” hoping it sounded more like a dare than pleading, because I wanted his cock, but my pussy needed licking.

Jordan didn’t disappoint me. He gave a wide grin as he took a knee and then two, after grabbing a hold of my hips and pushing my legs back. They say some black men don’t eat pussy… I haven’t met one yet.

He took his time just as he had done so far. He kissed my thighs and pushed my skirt up around my waist. I unbuttoned the vest and my blouse, really hoping to get my tits in play. Jordan looked up and instinctively reached for the mounded flesh as he licked my wet slot. I moaned through smiling lips as he covered all the bases I wanted. My nipple stood up hard and pressed into his palm. He licked the outer lips and pulled them into his mouth, Jordan’s tongue dipped into my hole and then brought one side of the puffy flesh to his lips and ate me. My back arched as I pinched my own nipple and squealed.

“Pull them.” I begged, not being specific.

But this man was in my mind, and both of his hands grabbed my thick, flushed nipples and pulled them down towards him. my mouth opened in a silent cry as I curled forward now. My tits like a leash to my body. Jordan smiled up at me and abandoned my still needful pussy. My boobs had his attention, and he looked hungry. He lay between my legs now, his head at my chest, he suckled my hard nipple and pulled on the other one. I cradled his head and moaned under him. My legs wrapped around him. My needy pussy now had other desires than his tongue. Jordan made a feast of my breast, he nibbled the nipple and bit and nuzzled into the flesh. My boobs are soft and the flesh not so firm anymore, but he buried his face into them. He licked under them and around them, gently tasting skin and kissing my whole tit. My hips pumped now. I banged my mound into his hard belly. I wanted him in me, but I wanted my tits sucked too.

Jordan stood over me, a towering, broad shouldered, black warrior. I saw the outline of his turgid tool in the dim light. He took me by my ankles and squatted just a little. His cock pointed at my slit.

“Grab it.” He told me.

I reached down to my mound and caught hold of his fat cock. I ran its head along my wet lips. He waited till it entered the edge of my hole and slowly pushed forward. I felt the hot, round head push through my folds. Slowly he mounted me. He pushed my legs back with his arms hooked behind my knees. His dick slid inward and my sex welcomed him in. I moaned loudly as he settled above me. I took it all, and our groins met… And then he kissed me. Jordan was tender. I expected him to ravage and destroy me, but slowly he moved. His body was a rock of flesh above me, but softly he loved me. My knees to my armpits and my big tits out, and he cradled above me, as if protecting us from the world. Slowly he rocked. His cock hit my back wall, but a touch, not a smack. I kissed him back and my hands smoothed across his shoulders. Our mouths danced as our private parts did. I sucked his tongue and drew it into me as my pussy to his cock. My hips rocked up to meet his stroke and we moaned within each other.

Jordan broke our kiss and touched nose to nose with me. He stared into my eyes, and I back at him. My hands ran down his chest, and up his sides.

“You like it slow?” He asked in his rich baritone.

“I Love it just like this.” I couldn’t help but answer. This was heaven and my pussy squeezed in response to those long slow strokes.

Jordan released my legs and I clamped them around his firm ass.

“Grab on.” He instructed and my arms wrapped round his neck and my heels looked together.

He lifted us up, putting his knees on the bed, he moved us forward. I hung on his body and his cock jutted inside as we moved like a two backed beast. His muscled arms held me aloft, until we reached the center and he sunk his weight and cock into me.

“Mmm” I moaned and smiled at him.

Jordan put his lips to my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you,baby.” and clamped one hand to the bottom of my ass.

We lay flesh to flesh and he began to rock. My legs high, belly to belly and his breath in my ear. My nipples rubbed his chest and he sank into me, deep. His curly thatched mound rubbed into mine. The bed began that slow cadence of love making. His cock thrust a little harder now, but I wanted it. I relished the invasion of his meat. My fingers dug in, and my heels rode his ass. I felt him hit my wall, but I moaned into his ear, I grunted my acceptance. My belly quivered as he fucked me, and my climax grew. I felt my walls squeeze him and my toes curl. All my muscles seemed to clench. I gave a stifled high pierced cry as I clung to him.

Jordan didn’t stop. He just whispered into my ear. “Get it, girl” in that husky baritone.

I scratched him, I know I did, but he didn’t stop, he didn't flinch. His hips kept fucking. He rode out my cum and waited for me to relax in his arms. Then he went faster. He pistoned harder. His cock pulled nearly out and drove back in. I felt his balls mash into my butt. Grunts filled my ear and I kissed his.

“Jordan…Jordan” I called his name.

“Tell me, baby” he said sooo sexily.

“Fuck me.” I simply said.

And he started ramming. He growled in my ear and began bucking over top of me. His fat cock driving in and out. My ass bouncing on the bed only to be slammed back up to him and he drove me down again. I screamed and wailed. Jordan loved it and grunted his satisfaction, getting me off was getting him off. I felt him go deep and hard now. I thought I may hurt in the morning, but I didn’t care.  I felt him deep inside of me and his monster filled me up.  My  hands reached for his butt to help my feet hold him in.  Just when I thought both of us couldn’t take anymore, he stopped and started grinding it.  He moved in circles above me and our groins were soaked with my juices. I could feel the damp spot under my butt and the trickle down my taint and crack.

“Roll over for me.” He requested. “I want to see that ass. I want it against me.”

“OK” I smiled and answered easily. What middle aged woman doesn’t like her ass admired.

….Continued …

7. Poem –  Memories of the Little Oak.    By  Stone

You stand proud oh Little Oak, for all the world to see,
Your strength and undying beauty will grow and amaze me.
Storm clouds will hover above you,
To drench and feed your thirsty shoots,
To nurture as you spread and stretch your roots

Higher and higher, your branches will span across the sky
To bask in the radiance of sunlight,
The warm rays you draw in and need to survive,
Bigger and bigger your shadow will cast, as you robustly thrive.

When the winds are high and restless and you lose a limb or two,
it only makes you stronger and others in awe of you.
Now as you grow, a special place is formed around,
A secluded, favourite and perfect rendezvous

You hold secrets in your acorns and shapely leaves,
Of lost innocence and of naughty lovers you wouldn’t believe
Couples who bed down beside you, sheltered from prying eyes.
Lost in each other’s arms, whilst you protect their charms.

Their moans of sweet rapture, a moment to treasure and capture.
To memories forever kept, as you age through time
To call back on, in the stillness of the night,
As the moon and stars twinkle in thought and shine so bright.

You know of Bonny’s little trysts, her sinful guilty pleasures
Of meeting her lover and within her,
He causes throes of passion,
When he takes and plunders her willing treasures.

Discarded clothes, breath-catching as their nudity impresses
Preceded in kisses, tongues and very slow caresses
Moon light shadows or sunlight flickers on writhing bodies
Till, her screams of wicked desire duly fill the air

As does his, lustful roar without any due care
For the truth is, ssshhh, he shouldn’t even be there.
She has a husband back at home
But still …
To the tempting Oak, she does roam.

He too has a wife, fine and fair, 
Yet, still wickedly he too tempts the fates,
That could cause him such trouble, strife and hates.
Their lusty desire overpowers and makes them bold,
It’s just far too thrilling, if truth be told.

He mounts her and thrusts in deep, infidelity complete.
Copulating under the branches of green
Shaded, hidden, their affair all unseen

Though generations have come and gone
and brought about such change
Quietly you have watched them all, yet still remain the same.

If you could write a book of all the things you’ve seen,
You could reveal the secret of the heart gold rings
Embedded in your bark,
The clue to who had been Bonnie’s secret lover, hark

He has carved hearts and golded their sinful crime,
Inside initials all but forgotten in the tick tocks of time.
A breeze rustles, an owl hoots, a squirrel scurries
And time just passes, it flies and hurries.

To face each day with hope, and new lovers come to kiss and grope.
At the special place known, as the Little Oak.

The End.

                                                       

Mr Slevin, smiled, stood up, wiped the 5000 cash into a green cloth money bag and stood up.  He poured another drink for Luke, with another discreet vial of aphrodisiac liquid and handed it to him.

“Here, drink this. You will feel better when your cock is inside Candy. She’s just about finished with Paul and John”
Luke took the drink and gulped it down in one, guilt ridden, but the sexed up feeling began to take over. His eyes turned longingly towards the woman, gladly receiving his work colleague’s attention. He watched as Paul and John finished with her and shot their load over Candy’s kneeling form and upturned face.

Mr Slevin slapped him on the back. “Looks like it’s your turn Luke.  Isn’t that right Candy?”
Candy turned to look at him, semen dripping from her face and breasts. 
“Yes Mr Slevin, just as soon as I have cleaned these boys off”
Mr Slevin chuckled, “Good Girl Candy, then clean yourself up for Luke here. It’s been awhile since he has tried another woman out apart from his wife.”

Candy did as she was told and a few minutes later, still naked and smelling of fresh soap, she took Luke’s hand as the other three sat on the sofa clapping encouragement.
She bought him to the centre of the room and placed both his hands on her breasts. Luke could hardly contain himself. The situation, drink and aphrodisiac had him on full lust throttle.

He groped her tits, kneading hard as Candy moaned and rubbed his cock over his jeans. He was throbbing hard and wanted her. She got his cock out and began to wank him. His shaft felt hot and throbbed in her hand. She knelt as he grabbed her hair and pushed his cock in her mouth, fucking her head. He had never been so turned on his life, nor so rough with a woman.

He was impatient for her pussy. He pushed into her mouth a few more times and then pulled her up, bent her over and thrust his cock into her wet pussy. He could feel this new slick cunt around his cock as he sunk into her delightful body and relished the feel and the sinful thought it was not his wife. In his inebriated state it excited him more and he grabbed her arms, see-sawing into her body, fucking her hard and fast.
Candy grunted and moaned as he rammed her cervix, bruising the neck of her womb. Her moans and his growls were hot and urgent.
Their audience whooped and cheered him on and he played and fucked to their encouragement.

“Fuck her in the ass Luke!”  John suggested in his drunken state, “She loves it and it is exquisite”
“Yes, you’ve tried her other holes” Paul slurred, “You want him to, don’t you Candy?”
“Yes, oh God yes,” Candy confirmed and screamed in her sexed up state, “Take my ass”
Luke pulled her hair back, withdrew from her pussy and thrust into her ass, his slick cock slid in easily. He pistoned into her back and forth holding her hair back so his audience could see her bouncing tits, ecstatic face and bald pussy.
“Stroke your pussy Candy,” Mr Slevin commanded, “We want to see you cum.”

So she did. Both Luke and Candy let their animal instincts take over and they fucked to sexual fulfilment. They moaned, groaned and their two sweaty flushed bodies were in raw, naughty, faithless lust.

Mr Slevin caught it all on his mobile phone, recording the moments Luke was unfaithful to his wife. Luke roared as he felt his balls tighten, his seed build and the eruption of his creamy cum suddenly rocket into Candy’s anal passage.
Seconds later, Candy screamed and fitted in her own release, eventually sinking to the floor as her legs buckled in her weakened state, completely fucked.

Mr Slevin went to her, kissed her head, lifted her to her feet, wrapped her dress around her and gently patted her naked bottom. He told her to go and bathe and then wait in his bed.
He poured the men another drink to finish the evening’s entertainment.
Paul and John were pleased, they had gained a little spending money from the poker night and had taken part in an amazing threesome with an attractive and willing Candy.

Mr Slevin had taken a small loss but had gained the future services of Luke’s wife by winning his wager and the possibility of blackmailing Luke to let him use her in the future. He was fairly sure that Luke wouldn’t want his wife to see pictures or the video of him fucking the delightful Candy.
He also had Candy for the rest of the night.
Luke had some small monetary gain and had fucked and enjoyed a beautiful woman, although the shame of being unfaithful and putting his wife up in a bet may guilt or even thrill him in the days to come.

The men all toasted a very enjoyable evening whilst still in the afterglow and euphoria of a successful Poker night.  Paul and John were the first to leave and went home in a cab.
Then lastly Luke.  Mr Slevin gave him instructions to fulfil his bet.  He handed Luke a vial of a new aphrodisiac.  “Bring your wife to me at work on Wednesday at 9am. Give her this in her drinks, two days before and continue to do so up until she is bought to me. Bring her in a short dress, no bra and skimpy panties and high heels. I will return her to you at the end of business that day.”
Luke nodded, still on the high of his amazing sex with Candy but feeling naughty and fearful on how he would explain a sex date with his boss to his wife. 

“What’s in the vial?” Luke asked.
“Let’s say, it will make her feel euphoric, in a dreamy like state and very turned on. It will sex her up. Her memory will be sketchy of the day’s events. She will not be able to distinguish reality from fantasy,” Mr Slevin smiled.
Luke nodded again seeing how he may get away with losing the bet.
“What shall I say to her, to get her to see you?”  Luke pondered.

“That I am looking for a new secretary and you had done her a favour by securing an interview of course,” Mr Slevin put the seed of the deceit and cheat in his mind.
“That could work,” Luke began to feel slightly better.
“Of course it will” Mr Slevin reassured him. “Your Taxi has arrived. I look forward to seeing you both again on Wednesday. “

Mr Slevin saw him out and then locked up, making his way upstairs to the delectable Candy waiting in his adulterous bed.

Luke did as he was instructed. On the Monday, he added drops of the vial in his wife’s drinks and noticed a subtle change in her behaviour. She was very flirtatious with him, brushed against him, whenever she had the opportunity and was very willing when he showed male interest in her.
He fucked her in the kitchen, living room, shower and in the bedroom. She was ready and willing at any opportune moment.  During these moments of foreplay, he told her that his boss, Mr Slevin needed a temporary secretary and due to her qualifications he had secured her an interview and trial.  He also mentioned casually that Mr Slevin had an eye for the ladies and should be careful as he was a very attractive man.
“Don’t worry,” Tegan groaned as she made out with her attentive husband, “You know I only want you. Can’t you tell?”
Luke chuckled, enjoying the naughty side of his wife and plunged into her, claiming her as his.

He continued to add this tasteless naughty potion to his wife’s drinks, keeping her in an almost constant moist state. Tegan noticed her elevated sexual state and jokingly put it down to sexy dreams and her hormones for that time of the month. She wasn’t complaining. She and Luke were certainly enjoying the benefits. She was also becoming open to more and more suggestion. Luke would say something and she readily agreed it was a good idea.

Wednesday morning, Luke did the breakfast and added extra aphrodisiac to his wife’s orange juice and finished the contents of the vial.  She polished it off and they left to go to Mr Slevin’s private office.
Mr Slevin greeted them at the door of his large plush office and showed them in. Others were working on the floors below him.  They were alone on this upper floor.

Luke introduced Tegan and she smiled at him, feeling very comfortable and content. Mr Slevin made her feel at home and showed her the desk she would be working at. Luke encouraged her and made her feel perfect to the job.
Mr Slevin took her hand and looked her in the eyes. “It’s rather warm in here. Wouldn’t you be more comfortable with your jacket off?”
“Yes, yes, it is rather warm” Tegan agreed.

“Luke, why don’t you help her with her jacket and hang it up,” Mr Slevin suggested. Luke did as he asked.
“Wouldn’t you be comfortable with a few of those buttons undone on your blouse?”
Tegan nodded again and Luke undid a few of her buttons, smiling at her, as though it was the most natural thing in the world to expose more of her cleavage as they all chatted together.  She was braless underneath. Luke had told her, she looked better without one as she dressed that morning in her short matching mini skirt and jacket.

She sat down at the desk and waited for Mr Slevin to instruct her on her mornings work.
“Would you like a cooling drink? Mr Slevin asked as he walked to the drinks cabinet.
“Yes Please Mr Slevin,” Tegan answered.
He poured her a fruit juice and added more aphrodisiac. He handed it to her and then separate drinks for him and Luke.
“You still look warm, perhaps your husband should remove your panties, you will be cooler then,” Mr Slevin suggested and waited to see Tegan’s reaction.

He smiled when she readily agreed. The aphrodisiac was working wonderfully. He looked at Luke questioningly.  Luke swallowed and remembered his bet and the winning Royal Flush. He had lost and this was the price of that wager.

He moved to his wife who stood up from her chair for him. He reached under her skirt, took hold of her panties and slowly pulled them down. He could smell his wife’s arousal already. She was on heat and as the panties became visible he saw the tell-tale damp patch in the gusset.
Mr Slevin watched him take them off and Tegan stepped out of them.

He moved forward, “Now isn’t that better?” He said to Tegan and she nodded. “Luke why don’t you put them in your pocket? She won’t be needing them again until you pick her up later. I will see you out. We have work to do.  Tegan, I will be with you in a moment.”
Mr Slevin took Luke’s arm and led him to the lift.  “I’ll see you later Luke.”

Luke left the building to go to work, knowing he was paying off his debt. He felt guilty at wagering his wife in such a bet during a poker game and then preparing her for his boss’s sexual pleasure.

He remembered the wonderful and willing Candy as he buried his cock in her succulent heat and felt his cock stir treacherously.
He was the unfaithful one, not Tegan. This therefore, was his cross to bear.

The End

Basically, they know each other from the first moment they logged-in in AChat in a rainy autumn night, when to kill time they both take the decision to try this new experience. Lucy is just nineteen and recently she had started to live by herself in a new city to follow the University’s lessons and in one month, she didn’t had the chance to make new friends, plus leaving in a small apartment (just a kitchen and a bedroom) didn’t help her to stay in contact with people of her same age. The good point of the place she found, is about the low rent fee she has to pay and the fact that she have internet and anything else she can need, so being there alone isn’t that bad at last. On the other side, Andrew (or Drew, as Lucy like to call him) is forty-three and even if he had many stories in the past, he never found the right girl to establish a serious relationship with. In fact, all his friends are now married and some of them have childrens and this their new life push them a little far from him, forcing him to find new groups of people to have some taste of normal life. Not that this is an issue for him, he’s handsome and a brilliant interlocutor, but he’s always the oldest of the whole group where, usually, the others are thirty years old or less. And was the loneliness that pushes both of them to try the virtual experience of the adult chat, a way like another to escape from the monotony of their regular life.
Lucy was the one that makes the first step, attracted by the words on his profile.
LucyF: “Hello Drew, I’m new here….maybe you can help me a little!”
Andrew to LucyF: “I’d like to help you, Lucy, but I’m new too! And….who is Drew!?”
LucyF: “Andrew=Drew….don’t tell me no one call you like that!  Tongue”
Silence fill the chat for a little, then a new message appear.
Andrew to LucyF: “You are the first one….usually, my friends call me Andy!”
LucyF: “Andy….no way, Drew is more fascinating, I think! Is it a problem for you if I use it!?”
Andrew to LucyF: “Not really….it’s something new for me and I don’t dislike news!”
LucyF: “Wonderful! And….what about the help I asked you!?”
Andrew to LucyF: “Well, we can explore this chat a little together….if you like, of course!”
LucyF: “Why not!?”
And immediately the room invitation screen appear in front of Lucy’s eyes. They spend an hour or so testing the few amount of free poses they have, exchanging their own impression on how much realistic or not they are, about the possibility to make them better with new or upgraded options….in short, nothing that can reveal something about the real person behind the screen. But the way Drew describe any little action and the sensation it can give, let Lucy understand she is in front of a man which had many experiences in his life and despite the difference of age between them, she find him interesting but she can’t know if Drew think the same of her.
Andrew to LucyF: “Thank you, Lucy….this hour with you was nice! Do you think we can meet again!?”
The question caught Lucy unprepared and she was uncertain about the answer to give him and it takes a minute or so to her to think at the right reply to give, then, at last, she type something, feeling her heart pounding a little more faster.
LucyF: “Are you sure you are interested in an ordinary girl as me!?”
Andrew to LucyF: “Ordinary girl….well, I don’t know you enough to say it, but yes….I think you are interesting!”
LucyF: “Interesting!? Really!? Me!?”
Andrew to LucyF: “Yes, you….there is no one else in this room!”
Drew think she’s interesting….maybe because he didn’t know the real Lucy behind that avatar on the screen even if she’s not dressed in a so different way from it, wearing her old jeans and a red t-shirt, instead of a white one. She takes a deep breath, then type to her keyboard.
LucyF: “With pleasure, Drew! Talking with you was nice for me too!”
Andrew to LucyF: “Wonderful! When are you free to be online and spend some time together!”?
LucyF: “What about thursday evening!?”
Andrew to LucyF: “Same hour of today can be fine!?”
LucyF: “I think it’s perfect!”
Andrew to LucyF: “Good! I think we have a deal!”
LucyF: “Yes, absolutely! Cheesy”
Andrew to LucyF: “I must go now….it’s getting late and I have work tomorrow!”
LucyF: “Yes….and I have lessons!”
Andrew to LucyF: “Lessons!? What type of lessons!?”
That question makes her panicking. Without thinking at it, she wrote the first thing that came on her mind, perfectly knowing she will be busy all day at the campus. And now she don’t know what to reply to him, when suddenly she got an idea.
LucyF: “It’s a course, I need it for my work!”
Andrew to LucyF: “I see. I made one a month ago….it’s a waste of time, but I can’t avoid them!
LucyF: “Me too! Now excuse me, but I really have to go!”
Andrew to LucyF: “Same here. See you on thursday! Goodbye!”
LucyF: “Byeee!”
And at the end of that night, Lucy told her first lie to Andrew.

The day after, Lucy wasn’t able to stop thinking at Drew and in her mind she starts to build a new identity for herself: different age, an imaginary job as secretary in a big company and, last but don’t least, a credible line of her duty inside the company. Thanks goodness, her oldest sister have a friend that usually come to visit her once a week, just to be sure she’s fine, and she really work as a secretary and they talked a lot about her work, so this help Lucy in creating her new identity. Of course, she changed it a little, just to make herself more interesting to the eyes of a forty years old man. Her age, for example….her sister’s friend is twenty-five, probably too young to really attract Drew, so why don’t claim she’s thirty-seven!? And in fact, it’s what she does and soon her AChat profile looks like this:

Name:         LucyF
Sex:            Female
Race:           White
Age:            37
City:            Milano
Country:      Italy
Orientation:  Hetero
Character Type:    Romantic
Favourites:   Fuck, Oral, Handjob
Description:      An office lady looking for fun

Of course, she takes care of any other details that can make her appear as a perfect office lady. With the A$ she gain with the annual subscription, she try to obtain the perfect look to resemble a pretty and, why not!, sexy secretary, operation she do mixing together different clothes she buy on the shop. Then she has to choice the room, or maybe two: one must absolutely be something that can suit with her secretary job, another one for some outside night. Choosing a normal room for everyday dates was easy, but the one for his job wasn’t, in fact no one of them really resemble an office except, with a little of fantasy, the “interrogation room”. But she don’t want to buy it without being sure it can be perfect for her purpose, so she spend more than two hours asking around to other users if they have it and if they can show it to her, till she find a girl which gladly help her. When the room appears on the screen, it looks more different from an office, specially with that couch in the middle of the room and chains linked on it, but the real problem is the sink on the wall behind the couch, something really impossible to find in a real office. But maybe she can presume it’s a rest room inside a biggest office, the perfect place to have some hot and quick encounter with the boss or, why not!, a customer and about the sink….welll….it’s useful to clean yourself after hot dates! Lucy examine it a little longer, watching at any details of the room: the small desk near the wall with a white lamp over it, the chairs placed here and there….more she look at the room, more she is sure it can work.
And thursday evening come, at last. When Andrew opens Lucy’s profile, he was stunned by her look: the long brown hair and the lecture glasses give her an innocent appearance but the clothes her avatar wear, really makes the difference, making her appear very sensual: she was wearing a white collar and shortened grey tie and the cropped top was crisp white cotton over the breasts but from a small peak centred at the base of my cleavage, it turned pinstripe grey and swept under Lucy’s waist and ended mid waist. Her midriff was bare and showing Lucy’s trim toned tummy and belly button. And to complete her outfit, Lucy’s wore a black leather mini skirt that was laced at the sides and black thigh high fishnet stockings.
And her profile….they are not living so far, Torino is just three hours far away from Milano and her description immediately give him an idea for their date. A date which will begin really soon, in fact it lasted few minutes before Lucy is online too.

Andrew: “Welcome! I didn’t expect you were italian too!”
LucyF to Andrew: “Really!?
A moment of silence follow her answer, then she type again, but this time in italian.
LucyF: “Wow! What a coincidence! So, you live in Torino!?”
Andrew to LucyF: “Near it….the company where I work is in Torino”
LucyF: “Great! I’d really like to visit it one day!”
Andrew to LucyF: “I’ll gladly make you take a tour of it….but first, we have to do an interview, to see if you can have the job….”
Lucy immediately understands what Drew has in mind and she mentally prepares herself to play the role she has built in the last days. The interview goes well and even the rest of their date: they both show excellent skill in RP and for the first time in her life, Drew was able to really excite Lucy, as no one of her peers ever have done, to the point that when she went to sleep after establishing a new date with Drew, she can’t resist to touch her pussy, finding it already swollen and wet….and he only used words to reduce her in that conditions! The bed she’s sleeping in, now looks too big and empty and with her body already burning of passion, she’s no more able to control her hands: the left one slip under the black shirt she’s wearing, moving aside her bra and gently fondling her tits, while the right one slip under her white and now soaked panties, teasing her swollen pussy and making her moan softly at any touch. Her nipples immediately react to the gentle but firm touch of her hands: she can sense them hardening and growing, while her fingers continue to tickling them giving her no rest and rising more and more her excitement. Her breath become heaviest at any minute and it surely didn’t help her to relax when her med finger start to graze her clitoris, making her scream her pleasure out loud. Lucy had always like to play with her body, since the first time she discover the pleasure she felt touching it few years ago, she really enjoy to explore it with her greedy hands that soon had discover all her most sensible spots and slowly become so skilled to gift her some of the most incredible orgasms, even more intense of the once guys ever gave her! And tonight, her body looks more sensible than usual, maybe thanks to the amazing experience she had on AChat with Drew: in her mind, she begin to revive any single movement Drew decribe to her and automatically, her hands begin to move on her body, following the lead of Lucy’s memory, giving her the double of the usual pleasure. Lucy was now trapped in that combination of reality and fantasy, to the point that she experienced many orgasms, each one more intense then the preview one, till dawn, when she finally fall exausted on her bed, now completely soaked by her delicious and copious juice. There wasn’t a single part of her body that her fingers, that night, didn’t had explored three or more times: her tits, her nipples, her pussy….even her anus was deflored by three or more fingers at times, something she was always afraid to do till now but that night….that night made her grown as girl and, most important, made her loose the last of the taboo she had about sex. Now, her rosebud had start to be the part of her body she focus more when pleasure run wild on her body and more she stimulate it, more she’s getting addicted to anal sex. And this was reflected even in her AChat experience with Drew and with many other guys.
But that first date was just the begin of their relationship. Many others nights follow that first one and more Lucy and Drev now each other, more they get closer, till they become lover and, at last, spouses in AChat. Everything was going well between them and Drew never suspect something about the lies Lucy has told him time by time, thanks to her sister’s friend, a precious source of information for her, information that Lucy use to make her faked work and her RP about the secretary work more credible at Drew’s eyes.
Months passed fast and with them even the summer. Things are going well between them till one day, something different happen. Andrew, after a full and hard month at work, was finally able to have three weeks off, something he really need to relax and finally meet his beloved Lucy to have some time together. Just chatting with her using messenger (they both has created an account for stay in contact even outside AChat) for a whole month wasn’t easy, she touched his heart and any single day away from her makes it hurt as hell, to the point he is now pondering about asking her to have a real date, face to face. Without hesitation, he turns on his laptop and opens the message program, just to find her logged on it.
Drew.AChat: “Lucy! Finally….you can’t imagine how much I missed you!”
LucyF.AChat: “Drew! What a nice surprise….I don’t expect to see you right now!  <”
Drew.AChat: “I’m on holiday for the next three weeks, finally….and I need to see you so badly!”
LucyF.AChat: “Great news for you….I know how hard you worked, recently!”
Drew.AChat: “Yes….but now I want to have back all the time I wasn’t able to be with you! Can you come to AChat now!?”
That request makes her happy because she really missed him too but at the same time, she don’t know what to answer him, considering the fact that she’s in the campus’ library studying for an imminent test. Her fingers hesitate to type something, immobilized over the laptop keyboard, while her brain is trying to find a credible excuse to set the date for another moment.
LucyF.AChat: “I’m at work now, I can’t come to AChat….not immediately, anyway!”
Drew.AChat: “And when!? I can’t stay any longer without holding you in my arms!”
Another break in the chat. Lucy’s mind is now well used to find excuses or lies to tell to Drew and even this time, she come out with another one.
LucyF.AChat: “Give me an hour….I must finish this document, then I’ll contact you!”
Drew.AChat: “I know you can do it, my love!”
LucyF.AChat: “I’ll try….”
Drew.AChat: “See you soon, Lucy!  Kiss”
LucyF.AChat: “Yes….soon!  Kiss”
Then, Lucy turn off the messenger and put her head between her hands, in a desperate hope to find a fast solution to her problem. Of course, she can’t simply open AChat there in the library because anyone that will pass nearby will see what she’s doing, plus she know too well how her body react to Drew’s words….she probably ends to be too much excited to avoid some moan or go even further! The promise she made to him….how she cannot break it without putting herself in some trouble!? But more she think at a possible solution, more difficult is for her to find one, till the point she’s in panic as she never was before and all thanks to the lies she told to Drew! And now, she really don’t know how to solve the situation: the easy solution, is obviously to tell him she can’t come to AChat because of some hypothetical work she have to do, but deep in her heart she want to be in his arms, so….what can she solve this damn mess!?
Suddenly, she got an idea: she remember about a room in the area of the laboratories that is not so much used for the activity of the campus during the period of the tests and it’s perfect to use for her purpose, thanks to the furnitures placed in it. It can be the solution she was searching for, but at the same time, it can be the highest risk she ever runs in her whole life: she need to take her decision soon as possible, because now she have just twenty-three minutes to go to the room, sneak in and prepare her laptop connecting it to the campus net and, finally, be able to log-in into AChat. Faster then she can, Lucy collect all her stuff and put them in her bag, now almost ready to accept the risk, and leave the library, leading to the laboratories area with fast walk, just to stop before she enter in the corridor that link the laboratories with the main structure of the campus. Her heart was now pounding so fast, while she takes a look around to be sure no one from the staff is around and at any step closer to the room she’s taking, more she can clearly hear the beat of her heart going faster and the trepidation that the wait to be soon with Drew is giving her, is now really killing her. A wait that seems never ending to her, till finally she’s in front of the door of the room. She grab the handle, wishing it’s not locked with the key, and slowly she start to turn it down to try to open the door: when it finally start to open, she feel a little relieved but at the same time she know the fact that it means someone can come to use it, even if it’s just a remote possibility.

When Lucy enter in the room and look around, she notice it’s exactly how she remember it. On the right side of the door, a black angular couch fill the corner of the room and right in front of it lays a coffee table, the perfect place to put her laptop during her date. She sit right in the center of one of the two side of the couch and throw her bag in the corner, then she turn on her laptop again and begin to setup it to connect it to the wireless connection of the laboratories area. Luckily, she went there before and as a student of the University, she was able to get the password to connect her laptop to the wireless system of any area and she have registered all of them on her laptop, so the connection operation it’s done in three or more less minutes. When the laptop is finally connected, the messenger icon begin to blink, making her understand she have some offline message. And she know who sent them to her…. In fact, when she open it, a clear message is showing up on the screen
Drew.AChat: “Can’t wait to be with you….hope this hour will pass soon!”
She read it and smile thinking at how much cute and lovely Drew is, then she notice he still online. Without any hesitation, her fingers begin to type on the keyboard.
LucyF.AChat: “Sorry to make you wait, my love….but finally I’m done! Wait for me on AChat!”
The answer of Drew appear immediately and while AChat was loading, Lucy can feel the anxiety and the excitement rising inside her: anxiety to be caught in a place where she is not presumed to be, and excitement because she’s finally able to be in her beloved Drew’s arms, even if just virtually. It takes a minute to her to have access to his profile and as usual, Drew’s avatar is dressed in a black and elegant suit, the one she chose for him after their third date and he usually wear when they are planning some hot and wild enconter in the office.
Andrew to LucyF: “Welcome, my sweet Lucy!”
And immediately the invitation screen appear. Without hesitation, Lucy accept it and the interrogation room appear in front of her, but today there was something different: on the floor, she can see lots of red rose’s petals and on the right side of the couch, there is a small round table with a bottle of wine. Their avatars start to dance, spinning slowly in front of the couch.
LucyF: “Wow, Drew! What’s this!?”
Andrew to LucyF: “I was thinking we need a little relaxing atmosphere, today!”
LucyF: “I love it….thanks!”
And writing it, Lucy select the hug action and on her body, she can feel the warmth of Drew real body.
ndrew to LucyF: “And I love you, Lucy..”

— Continued–