-I had been working on this one awhile now. Its for you, Trip but this was based on a weird and strange dream I had while ago. I didnt even know how to write it down. Hope you dont mind. I was kind of uneasy about writing it.  It is not as sexy as your stories always are. Not even close. 😦 but i hope you enjoy it anyway!



Trip was exhausted.

His day had been long and hard. The grass cutting business was picking up. The hot weather was unrelenting, the hot sun pounding down on him. Leaving him sticky with sweat, his muscles sore.

It also didn’t help that the wife of his latest client, wasn’t being too subtle about her come-ons either.

He groaned thinking about the tall curvy dark haired woman. She had been sunning in nothing about a string bikini bottom, while he did the yard work.

Trip’s erection throbbed painfully in his work pants, as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He needed a shower.  A cold one. Preferably before his wife saw his condition and…

“Trip!” his wife Callie’s voice echoed from the bedroom. He groaned inwardly.

“shit!” he muttered. He readjusted himself and walked into the bedroom that he shared with his much younger wife.

He blinked.

The younger woman had clothes thrown on the bed and was posing in front of her mirror wearing red lace lingerie. Her blonde hair falling around her face in rivulets of curls.

The lace crept over each of Callie’s breasts, barely covering her nipples, cradling the round firm globes delicately.

Callie ran her fingers down her belly as she shifted into another pose. “I really hate this color.” she glanced behind her at her ass. The silk ran a gentle line of string between her ass cheeks. “It looks horrible on me.”

Trip realized he was holding his breath. “Is that lingerie new?” he managed.

Callie laughed. The sound almost lyrical. “Of course. It’s for tonight.” at Trip’s confused expression, Callie glared at him. “Honestly do not tell me you forgot what tonight was, Trip!”

Trip was completely bewildered. Tonight? “Uh yes I did.”

“Trip I have been telling you about tonight for weeks now! Honestly! We are going out with the Jones! Now come on! Let’s go! You need to hurry up and get ready!”

Trip scowled. “I just worked 14 hours, Callie! Do you really think I want to go out with some people I don’t even know!” he snarled.

Callie slowly turned to face Trip. “Trip, do not make me angry!” her voice was sweet, but her eyes became cold. “I am not canceling our dinner date because you feel tired and old!”

Tired and old!

Trip felt anger rushing through him. He struggled to maintain a sense of calm. “Its not going to be a late night, Callie.” he warned her.

Grabbing a towel from the linen closet, Trip marched into the bathroom his body tense with anger.

He quickly stripped, and turned the shower on to cool.

The water felt refreshing on his heated skin and tense muscles.

Their marriage hadnt always been great, Trip thought. The sex was great. They had their ups and downs. It was the communication that Trip had a problem with. It was when Trip threatened to leave her, that Callie sought counseling.

The changes in his wife were subtle, barely noticeable. She began to be more open with her feelings. Her voice was no longer shrill with anger but soft and dulcet. She wasn’t cunning manipulative, instead offered suggestions, peaceful compromises.

Trip enjoyed Callie’s new outlook on their marriage. Their sex life was great before but now it was explosive.

As Trip soaped himself up, he couldn’t help but wonder if he did indeed forget about tonight and the Jones.

Perhaps he was so distracted by the new client’s wife?

His eyes closed at the memory of the woman.

“Excuse me, Trip?” her voice was soft. “I can’t reach my back. Can you?” she pointed to the bottle of sunblock beside her on the table.

Trip stopped trying to get the lawnmower to work. “I am on the clock ma’am” he protested.

“But really it will take a moment.” she insisted. “I burn easily.”

Trip dusted his hands on his pants and held them up. “Dirty hands.” he tried again.

The woman laughed. “come on, I am not afraid of a little dirt.”

Trip sighed. He walked a few steps and sat beside her on the chaise. The woman had beautiful dusty hue skin. She laid on her front. Squirting some drops on her back, Trip began to rub his hands on her.

The soft purring sound coming from her, kicked him in the groin. He grew hard. 

“I love a man with strong hands.” she murmured. “You have such a strong firm touch.”

Trip’s heart pounded. Jesus Christ, what was he thinking? He couldn’t be doing anything inappropriate with a client, let alone with a client’s wife!

“There you go!” he exclaimed. “all done!” 

The woman chuckled. “No Trip you are not!” she rolled over. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. “Wow, your hands are so big on my breasts.”

Trip frowned. He really shouldn’t be doing this. He gave her breasts a squeeze. She moaned. “Oh Trip I knew you would be perfect.”

He stroked a hand over her pussy. Teasing her. He knuckled her slit through her dampening bikini bottom. She squirmed. “Take them off. Take my bikini off,” she begged.

Trip liked how she begged him, but knowing her husband would be home soon made him wary.  

“Trip!” Callie’s voice startled Trip.

Trip’s hand stopped in mid-stroke. He opened his eyes to find Callie staring at him. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

He blinked, “What does it look like I am doing Callie?” he shot back.

“Oh come on we dont have time for this!” Callie scowled. “Get out and get dressed!”

The dinner reservations it seemed was made in their name at a fancy restaurant Trip never heard of. “I hope we aren’t late.” Callie hissed as the Maitre’d showed them to the table.

Trip glowered at Callie. “No, we are on time.”

Trip seated Callie and was about to take a seat himself when a young couple swept in. “Callie!” the younger woman kissed Callie on both cheeks and introduced herself as Merry Jones and her husband Darin.

Merry had long red hair and was dressed in a dark cocktail dress. Her husband Darin dressed casually in a polo shirt and dark khakis.

The Maitre’d suggested the special and an expensive wine to start and brought out both promptly. Staring sullenly at his wine, Darin remarked to Trip.

“Your wife is having a good night.”

Trip blinked. “A good night?” he echoed. He glanced at Callie and Merry. “I dont know what you mean by that.”

“Sure you do. Either they have a good episode. Or they relapse.” Darin took a sip of wine.

Trip was momentarily confused. “Wait a minute, are Merry and Callie in the same therapy group?” he asked.

Darin rose his wine glass in answer. “Yes.” he scowled.

“Oh.” Trip stared at his wife. “She made a friend.”

Darin barked out a laugh. “If you call it that.” he leaned in. “Don’t you find your wife’s behavior odd?”

Trip shook his head. “No not really.” he sighed. “She is happier than she has ever been.”

Darin made a sound. “So she hasn’t been making odd requests in bed then.”

Trip made a face. “I dont care to make conversation about our sex life.”

Darin took another swig of wine. “I am telling you something about that therapy group is not right!”

“What do you mean!” Trip asked a little annoyed now by the younger man’s vehemence. “You should be happy your wife is happy.”

While they were talking, Trip felt something brush against his leg. A hand. Startled, Trip glanced at Callie. She smiled and continued her conversation with Merry. He shifted his gaze to the other woman. She barely glanced at him, instead gazed warmly at her husband offering him a nibble from her plate.

Darin smiled, and took it.

Trip was frozen. The hand was brazenly stroking his cock. Fingers were tugging at his fly. Oh my god, Trip thought.

Suddenly a warm firm tongue lapped at his cock. He jumped.

“You alright, honey?” Callie asked.

Trip managed to smile. “Phone was vibrating.” he lied.

“Well no phones tonight.” she leaned over to kiss him.

The tongue circled around the sensitive head of his cock, slathering it with saliva. The cool air hitting his cock, made him stifle a groan. Again the tongue returned. This time paying special attention to his balls. Rolling them around before sucking them into a moist hot mouth.

“Jesus christ!” Trip hissed.

He had to figure out who the fuck was giving him the best blowjob of his life. It wasn’t Callie, and it wasnt Merry.

Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He shifted his gaze to Darin.

The younger man was watching Trip, his eyes heavy lidded. His jaw clenched.

Out of curiosity, Trip lifted the table cloth. His eyes widened in shock.

On his knees, was the Maitre’d. Fisting Darin’s cock in one hand, while he proceeded to nuzzle and suck Trip’s balls.

“Holy fuck!” he hissed.

Maitre’D lifted his eyes to meet Trip’s. There was no question of what he was going to do. Sliding his tongue up the length of Trip’s cock, he spread his lips to engulf the head.

It was insane. That this man was blowing him in public, with his wife a few feet away, while stroking another man’s cock.

How could this be happening? Trip glanced at his wife, at their dinner campions.

Trip lifted his hips, and began to face fuck the maitre’d.  The slurping noises the Maitre’d made were barely heard over the lively conversation around Trip.

Suddenly, his mouth was gone and replaced by a hand. Trip glanced over at Darin. Darin’s eyes had widened. He glanced furtively around, then down.

Trip scooted a little closer to Darin. Lifting up the table cloth Trip watched as the Maitre’d took Darin’s cock all the way down to the back of his throat. Making Darin groan. “Oh Fuck! My wife cant even get me that deep!” he breathed. “Oh yesss…you really knew how to suck a cock.” Laying his hand on the back of the Maitre’d head he thrust his hips forward.

The maitre’d gagged. “Shut up and take it!” Darin hissed.

Trip groaned as the Maitre’d returned to stroking his cock. A hand slid into his pants, under him to probe his anus.

Oh fuck. Trip groaned. The Maitre’d was really good at multi-tasking.

The finger in his ass was in deep, Trip groaned hoping for something bigger thicker. “Might I suggest we retire to the bathroom.” the Maitre’d spoke finally.

Darin jerked as if someone slapped him. “What?” Darin blinked several times as if he had been in a trance. “No I am ok.” he glanced around him. “What were we talking about?”

Trip frowned. Adjusting his still throbbing cock and zipping his fly, he frowned at the younger man. “I think I will go out for a breath of fresh air” he told Callie. “I will be a moment.”

“But Trip dinner will be served shortly.” Callie protested.

“I know I will be quick.”

Hoping no one would notice his cock straining at his fly, Trip quickly moved towards the restroom.

He entered. The men’s room was empty. The urinals were neat and clean. The stalls were closed. Washing his hands, and his face Trip wondered what the hell was he doing?

Was he really going to fuck some guy he didnt know? Cheat on his wife when his marriage was the best it had ever been?

The door swung open, startling Trip. He glanced up at the mirror. It wasnt the Maitre’d but another man. He was about the same age as Trip.  He walked over to the Urinal.

Fidgeting and wondering if it had a been a mistake coming in there, Trip turned to leave when the door opened again. It was the Maitre’d

The door swung close behind him, cornering Trip against the counter. “Were you leaving sir?” he asked.

“Uh I think I should go back to my wife.” he stammered nervously.

“I think you better stay here.” the Maitre’d was firm. His hand was on Trip’s cock. Stroking it. “Ah, thats better. Your cock is much bigger and thicker than your friends.”

Trip flushed as he realized the other man in the restroom could hear them, but didnt bother to move. “Thank you.”

“You must really satisfy the women with your cock. And men?” the Maitre’d went on. He got on his knees. “I could barely deep throat you back at the table.”


Trip watched as the Maitre’d unzipped his fly once more. “I think I will enjoy coming in your ass.”

Trip groaned as the Maitre’d wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked “What? I thought you were going to give me a blowjob.” he lied.

“If I wanted to give you a blowjob I would have finished you at the table.”

By now the other man who had been eavesdropping was nervously eying the door and stroking his cock. Inching closer to them.

“I told my wife I would be quick.” Trip tried again, as the Maitre’d unzipped his trousers. His cock was impressive. Thick and long, Trip’s anus clenched as he thought about trying to take it.

The Maitre’d smiled as he realized that Trip was staring at his cock. “Its big isn’t it? But I don’t think you will have a problem with it.” guiding Trip to bend over the counter, the Maitre’d caressed his ass. “I cant wait to cum in your ass!”

“Wait wait,” Trip groaned, “What about lube?”

The Maitre’d laughed, and held up a small tube of lube and a couple of silver packets. “I was going to breed you if you wanted.”

Fuck! Trip groaned at the imagery his words provoked. His cock was painfully hard. His heart was pounding a mile a minute. How the fuck did he get in such a situation.

The Maitre’d didn’t wait for an answer. He squirted some lube on his fingers, on Trip’s anus. There was a slight probing of fingers that made Trip wince and moan. His body was humming with excitement.

Then in one forceful thrust, the Maitre’d had buried his cock in Trip’s ass. Riding past the clenching muscles till he sank deep. “Holy fuck!” Trip yelped.

The Maitre’d chuckled. “That’s damn impressive. You look good with my cock in your ass”

Trip couldn’t say anything, the pain was melding with pleasure. He grimaced as the cock in his ass eased out then thrust deep.

Listening to Trip’s moans and whimpers, made the  Maitre’d pick up the pace. The extra force of his fucking, dug Trip’s abdomen into the counter, lifting him off his feet a little. He noticed movement beside him and turned his head to find the man that entered the restroom before the Maitre’d was now edging towards his ass as well.

Sensing his intent, the Maitre’d growled low in his throat, eased out entirely. Trip tensed. Dear God, was this going to be a gang bang?

the man wasn’t as big as the Maitre’d but sure enough, he filled Trip. He groaned. Both men took turns in his ass.

“I am going to breed you.” the Maitre’d whispered in Trip’s ear. His hot breath on Trip’s neck. His hairy groin rubbed against Trip’s ass as he pounded hard, every word with a forceful thrust. “My cum is going to drip out of your ass while you are with your wife.”

Trip gurgled around the cock thrusting in his mouth. Hands held his head still, as the man face fucking him came. Spurt after spurt of cum hit the back of Trip’s throat. With a groan, the man sank back on his knees.

Gasping for air, Trip felt powerless in his own orgasm. His cock swelling as he gripped it with his fingers. Stroking his cock, he clenched his asshole around the cock slamming hard into him.

“Take my cum!” The maitre’d hissed.  his cock started to twitch, then suddenly throb wildly as it shot cum directly into Trip.  Both men groaned as the Maitre’d slowly pulled out, drops of cum oozing from Trip’s clenching anus.

The Maitre’d said nothing as he cleaned himself off and left. The other man followed suit, giving Trip and Maitre’d both flustered and embarrassed glances before hurrying out the door.

Trip managed to find the energy to clean up. He hoped Callie wouldn’t notice anything and walked back into the dining room.

Callie and their dinner guests were already well into their dinner when he sat down. Callie frowned. “Where were you?” she asked. Kissing him, she frowned when he pulled away. Licking her lips she sighed. “I was quite worried.”

“Oh I saw a friend” he lied.

Callie kissed him again, this time her tongue plunged in. Tasting him. Then she withdrew and gave him a wink. “I bet you did.” she placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed.

“So did we, didn’t we Merry?”

It was then Trip noticed the man sitting beside Darin. It had been the man in the bathroom. the man who had joined the Maitre’d in fucking his ass. Trip’s eyes widen as the man calmly wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Regarding Trip coolly, the man smiled. “Hello Trip. I am Dr. Matt Savoy. Your wife’s therapist.” he remarked. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

The Maitre’d returned to the table with another bottle of wine. “Dr. Savoy is everything to your satisfaction?” he intoned

“I am certain we are almost satisfied with tonight’s events,” Savoy mused.

Trip’s mind was reeling. What the hell was going on?

“As you can gather, Trip I arranged this tete a tete” Savoy swirled his wine, and gazed reflectively into it. “You surprised me, Darin.”

Darin blinked. “Me?”

“yes, I thought you would be more adventurous. Bolder. More willing to carry out your wife’s fantasies.” Savoy murmured. “Sadly in this endeavor you did not.”

“what?” Darin’s voice rose. “What the hell is going on!”

Trip glared at Savoy. “Are you saying all this was our wive’s fantasy?”

“Yes indeed. You failed, Darin. Now we must work on your ability to be more open and willing to share your wife’s fantasy”

Trip was outraged. “are you sleeping with our wives?”

Savoy laughed as if that was the craziest thing he heard of. “No. That would violate so many laws. No. They confide me. I listen.”

Trip frowned. “and you fuck their husbands?”

Savoy met his eyes. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” he sighed. “Ron, the Maitre’d that is, got carried away. I got carried away.”

“You are a slick bastard you know that?” Trip snarled.

“I know. ”

Trip sagged in his seat. “I can’t be angry you know, Callie has been very happy.” he murmured.

“I would like you all to come in for group therapy,” Savoy announced. He smiled at Callie and Merry. “I think your husbands would benefit greatly from the experience.”

Callie grinned. “Wouldnt you like that, Trip?”

Trip nodded. “Yes I think I would.”






  1. Damn Girl! I liked the entire story! I’d love to be involved in a dream like that. Now it needs a follow-up, what happens at the group session, as if I can’t imagine that myself. I’m gonna re-post this on my blog!


  2. I have a lot of crystals 💕
    Quartz, shiva, fire agate, carnelian etc
    But a person is supposed to put rose quartz and amethyst near their bed for romance and good dreams


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