Well Trip I finished the story you requested!  

I wasnt sure what you wanted or what you desired. so I hope you enjoy it.

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Trip was prepping his wading pool. Spending the rest of afternoon enjoying the sun on his naked body was what he looked forward to during his work day.
“Hey, Trip!” A loud booming voice startled him. He whirled around to find his neighbor wandering into his yard.
Trip grimaced. Great! the last thing he wanted to do was chew the fat and waste the few hours of hot sun!
Kevin Miller wasn’t a bad guy, just had a way of making others look like peons. He was around Trip’s age. In his late 40’s or early 50s.  Athletic, a former football championship ring under his belt or so he liked to brag. He had married his high school sweetheart, ran a successful business.
“Hey, Kevin!” Trip greeted him reluctantly.
“What are you doing with that kiddie pool!” Kevin gestured, “aren’t you a bit too old for it?”
Trip laughed half heartedly. “I am going to enjoy a beer and relax.”
“In that? Get out!” Kevin stared at Trip thoughtfully. “Say, you haven’t been by my place yet have you?”
Trip tried not to roll his eyes. “No Kevin I haven’t.”
“Well, I have a huge jacuzzi! Huge! Come on! You want to relax in that? Or do you want to relax in an outdoor 8 man piece of heaven? My wife will make us snacks we can drink beer watch tv on a plasma screen.”
Trip stared at his beloved pool. The offer was very tempting. He dropped the hose, turned off the tap. “So I guess I can relax for awhile.”
“Great!” Kevin pounded his back enthusiastically. “Come on. I will introduce you to my wife!”
Trip followed Kevin to Kevin’s house. The house was quite bigger than Trip anticipated. Gold black and white splashed the walls, floors, and ceilings giving it a most pretentious air. A sprawling stair case led to the second floor.
Kevin led Trip into the kitchen. It was huge. Granite countertops marble floors and stainless steel appliances were in a wide open space. Trip surmised everything about the house was huge. He wondered if it was because Kevin was lacking in another area. He smirked.
A woman stood at the island centered in the kitchen. She wore her hair in a neat french braid that cascaded down one shoulder. Her skin was golden from the sun. Having children had rounded her body into voluptuous curves. Heavy breasts that peeked from underneath her satin like robe. A tiny waist yet flaring wide hips. She was in great shape.
“Hey, babe!” Kevin bellowed. “This here is Trip. Our neighbor next door. Trip this is my wife Roxy!” he sauntered up behind her, planting his hands on her hips. He kissed her temple and must have said something in her ear because she giggled. “Go on Trip take a seat!” Kevin went on. “Just gonna get a few beers and some food before we go on out to the Jacuzzi!”
He disappeared into the pantry leaving Roxy and Trip alone.
Roxy glided out from behind the counter, her eyes on Trip. “Hmm I couldn’t wait to meet you Trip!” she toyed with the sash of her robe.
Trip’s eyes were riveted. His heartbeat skipped a beat, his cock stirred in his shorts. Hardening under the heat of the woman’s gaze.
“Really?” he answered.
“Yes,” she replied. “You see Trip, your clients’ wives like to talk.” he could feel the heat of her eyes as they slowly perused his body. “How you fuck. How you make them cum.” her words were almost like a taunt. “How you used their bodies to satisfy your animalistic needs!”
Roxy’s words made him frown. Animalistic needs? Seriously? He could feel the darkness in him awakening. “Is that what I am doing here, Roxy?” he reached out to touch her. Her skin was so soft, her pulse racing as he spread his fingers across her throat. “You want me to fuck you?”
Roxy didn’t blink. “Yes.”
“What about your husband? He is in the other room.” Trip asked quietly.
“Well,” Roxy became hesitant.
“This isn’t a game. You wanted me here to fuck you. Yes or no?” Trip stood suddenly taking Roxy by surprise.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Roxy gasped as Trip kissed her. Roxy made a sound of protest, grappling with Trip as he tugged on her robe. Ripping it off her shoulders, revealing her breasts and pussy.
Her pussy was neatly trimmed, a little tattoo of a rose on her hipbone.
Trip groaned in approval, his mouth nipping her throat and collarbone.
“Trip, oh my god!” she cried as his mouth took one of her nipples into his mouth the other breast was being kneaded. She made a half attempt to struggle with him, but his mouth and tongue taking turns with her nipple.
He hoisted her up onto the counter. Again Roxy batted at him, but Trip spread her open. He admired her slit. Her pussy lips were a darker pink, he thumbed them open to find her clit was swelling with her arousal. He glanced back up at her.
Roxy’s features were flushed with desire. Tendrils of hair escaped her braid and she once more made a half attempt to stop him. “Please Trip what if Kevin walks in.” she pleaded.
Trip debated about it. The idea of fucking Foxy in front of her husband was turning him on, especially the thought of having Kevin joining in. Yet Roxy had been flaunting herself he was going to take her up on it.
“Then he will see what a slut of a wife he has.” Trip gripped her chin. “And you are slut aren’t you, Roxy?”
Roxy glared at Trip. “Fuck you Trip!”
He smacked her ass, startling her. “Ow!’
“You are a slut!” he smacked her again.
“Yes! Yes, I am!”
“Good, now get on your knees and show me what kind of slut did Kevin married!” Trip grabbed her by the hair and hauled her off the counter.Forcing her to her knees. He jerked off his shorts. Roxy’s eyes went wide when her eyes fell on his cock. Holding her head still, he teased her lips with his cock.
Her mouth parted. Her lips spread over the head of his cock. Trip groaned as the heat of her breath whispered over him, followed by the hot rasp of her tongue. Her throat worked as he pushed more of his cock into her mouth, her nostrils flaring as she fought to breathe. “Damn girl, you’re getting all of my cock in that sexy mouth of yours.” Trip gasped. “Oh fuck!”
Roxy grunted. Her hands gripped his thighs, but he slapped at her. “Don’t fucking use your hands! Only your mouth.” he told her. He began to thrust his hips, face fucking her.
Roxy gagged, which made Trip hornier. Saliva dripped down into his pubic hair onto his balls. Her slurping noises echoed in the huge kitchen.
“You like sucking my cock, don’t you slut?” Trip asked her. His hips flexed in powerful movements making her gag again. He released her, and she fell back onto her bum. Her make up smeared face pleased him.
“You could have done better.” Trip mused. “but it will do for now. Get over here.”
Trembling, Roxy got back on her knees. “Why?”
“so I can fuck that ass of yours.” Trip muttered.
Roxy’s eyes shifted past him. Trip frowned. He turned but it was too late. Darkness crashed over him.
It was sometime later when Trip awoke. His head was pounding. Every part of him hurt. He could hear angry voices erupting around him, making his head worse. He slowly became aware that something wasn’t right. First of all, he was tied down. That made the fuzzy cobwebs from his brain clear. The second thing he noticed? he was gagged.
What the fuck!
Only it wasn’t a cloth gag!
It was a dildo gag!
He made a sound, but only gurgled around the leather strapped to his face.
“You were on your knees sucking his cock!” was that Kevin?
“Yes I was.” the cool voice was Roxy. “Watch your tone.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Kevin’s sudden chastised voice made Trip stiffened.
What the fuck was going on.
“Are you awake, Trip?” Roxy moved into Trip’s peripheral. “I have to apologize for Kevin’s behavior. He was out of line. ”
Trip grunted.
“I see. ” Roxy was nude as well as Kevin. Only Kevin was wearing a collar. “As you can guess, Kevin had hoped to please me by bringing me a new playmate. Only he became jealous when he saw I was subservient to you. Instead of the other way around.” Roxy gripped Kevin’s chin.
“Kevin is a very good husband but is very lacking in some areas. Aren’t you, Kevin?”
Kevin hung his head. “Yes, Mistress.”
“You wanted to please me, didn’t you Kevin?” Roxy narrowed her eyes.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“But you made me angry.”
Trip was bewildered what was going. He struggled to free himself, but the leather bonds tying him to the bed were tight. Fuck!
“I am sorry Mistress.”
Roxy shoved Kevin aside and sauntered to the bed where Trip laid. The bed dipped where she climbed on. Lying beside him, she ran one manicured nail along his chest. “You were pleasing me very well before we were interrupted. No one ever made me that wet.” Roxy purred.
Trip grunted. Glaring at her, Trip tried to avoid her touch.
“No one.” she pinched one of Trip’s nipples. “and you will please me, Trip.”
Her braid swung hitting him in the face, when she turned to Kevin. “Come here, Kevin.”
Kevin strode to the bed. “How should I please you, my Mistress” Kevin’s features were clear he didnt want Trip on his bed.
Without a word, Roxy pointed to Trip.
Kevin’s expression became blank void of emotion. He climbed onto the bed. His hands were cool on Trip’s thighs. Trip was startled as the other man took his balls in one hand, twisting slightly. Trip yelped in surprise. Pain coursed through him. Without warning, Kevin lowered his head, taking Trip’s cock into his mouth.
Trip groaned. Where Roxy’s mouth was soft inviting and hungry, her husband was angry and insistent.
Waves of pleasure coursed through Trip. The other man certainly knew how to suck cock. Straining at the bonds that held him, Trip’s hips surged. Kevin grunted. The sound vibrating around his cock, intensified the sensations. Trip threw back his head, and moaned.
Roxy reached over to hold Kevin’s head, drawing him up and down over Trip’s cock. “Where is the lube, dear” she asked ever so sweetly.
Trip stiffened. What?
Kevin released Trip, and got off the bed. He disappeared for a moment. He returned, a condom on his cock, lubing his cock. He tossed Roxy the lube.
Trip’s eyes widen, as he watched Roxy coat her fingers with the lube. Kevin knelt on the bed, gripping Trip by the ankles he pushed them up to Trip’s chest.
Trip grunted. Fuck, how the hell did he find himself in this predicament. All he wanted was to sunbathe nude. He made a half ass attempt to struggle in protest.
“You can’t stop this from happening.” Roxy purred. “You might as well enjoy it. My husband despite his lack of finding my clit, has no problem making men come from his cock.”
Trip had no doubt there. Kevin was hung like a horse. Trip’s asshole clenched at thought of being fucked by it. Excitement made his heart race. His blood pulsed in his ears.
His thoughts a jumble, he watched as Roxy arrange herself so she could lube his asshole. Trip’s breath hitched. Slowly, Roxy teased Trip’s asshole. Flicking it. Easing her finger in then out to play with his perineum.
“You aren’t the first play mate Kevin brought home, Trip. Kevin hopes you will be the last.” Roxy murmured as she pressed her finger in. “Kevin cant wait to fuck you with his cock.”
Trip couldnt wait either. Watching the other man’s cock bob before him, he wondered if his asshole was going to be destroyed by it.
“I am going to enjoy it as well.” Roxy whispered.
She had her finger into the knuckle, Trip felt sweat bead on his skin. Heat on the back of his skin. She was widening him up with every stroke of her finger. Soon she had three fingers deep inside his ass.
“Thats enough, Roxy” it was Kevin who spoke.
Roxy smiled. “Alright Kevin.” she rolled off the bed. She kissed her husband on the top of his bed. “Have your fun.”
Kevin waited until Roxy was gone, then the complanience disappeared. In its place was a man who wanted to take control.
Trip grunted in surprise when Kevin ripped the dildo gag off him. He struggled to say something, but Kevin’s fingers slid down his throat and squeezed.
Trip gurgled.
“Just to make sure you understand, Roxy is my wife. My lover. you are nothing but a cock for her amusement and pleasure!” as he spoke his cock pushed into Trip’s ass inch by inch.
“Fuck!” Trip gasped. Good lord, he was huge! The pain that surged him echoed with pulsing heat of pleasure. His balls tightened, pre-cum leaked from his cock onto his abdomen.
Kevin’s muscles were taut as he purposefully drove his cock deeper into Trip’s ass, the wide dome of Kevin’s cock sliding past Trip’s prostate.
“Holy fuck!” Trip scream. His hips came off the bed, his shoulders and chest straining as his arms were still bound by the bonds to the bed.
Kevin didn’t release him. His lips curled into a sneer. “Like how my cock now owns you, Trip? I haven’t even got all of my cock inside you!”
Trip struggled to breathe. He had to be kidding! His ass felt he was impaled on a pipe! His heart racing, Trip licked his lips. “Kevin, take it slow.”
“The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is how much you love my cock!” Kevin broke in. He lurched forward, Trip’s groan gurgled out of his throat.
Kevin’s rhythm was erratic. Hard fast. Slow torturous long. Trip could feel his orgasm building but just as he was about to cum, he could hear Kevin bellow.
The man above him released him, withdrawing from his ass.
Trip was bewildered. He hadnt cum yet. What the fuck was going on.
“I am finished, Mistress.” Kevin called out. Without looking at Trip, he unrolled his condom from his cock and tossed it in the garbage.
Roxy entered the bedroom. She had changed into a yellow silk Le Perle lingerie set. “Oh Kevin, You kept me waiting!” she chastised him. “I said enjoy him, not pleasure him!”
“I did not please him, Mistress.” Kevin muttered. “He has not cum yet.”
“Ohh” Roxy cooed. “how delightfully hard he is. He looks so frustrated.” she crossed over to the bed. She stroked Trip’s cock with one hand then back handed him with the other. “You are at our pleasure, not yours!”
His head ringing, Trip realised now what his role was to be. “Am I to be your pet?” he asked peevishly.
“Pet? Why yes. You are to be our pet!” Roxy turned to her husband. “How does that sound, Kevin?”
Kevin’s eyes gleamed “Most excellent.” he agreed stiffly.
Roxy climbed onto the bed. Slowly she peeled her thong off. The sweet scent of her arousal hit Trip’s nostrils lingering upon his senses. She lowered herself. “Eat my pussy. But if you do not make me cum in five minutes I will be upset!” she ordered.
Trip frowned. Five minutes. Even for a sensitive clit a woman needed more time. Oh well. He began to tease her with his tongue. Her moan of approval made him smile. his lips peeled back over his teeth, and he gently raked his teeth over her clit. She screamed. Spurts of her pussy juice sprayed over his mouth and chin. She bucked as his tongue licked and his mouth sucked.
Lapping furiously at Roxy’s pussy, Trip was rewarded when he heard the buckles of the bonds unshackle. He wiggled his wrists to get blood pumping in them again. Then without warning hauled Roxy off him.
She screamed. “You little bitch!” he breathed. “You want to play your little games fine we will play your little games, but now it is my turn.”
Propping one of her legs over his hip, he thrusted hard into her.
Roxy cried out. “You cant do this to me!”
“Fuck yes you little bitch you are gonna take my cock!” Trip hissed. Glancing over at Kevin, Trip motioned him forward.
Kevin got on the bed. Without a word the two men positioned Roxy between them. Trip groaned as the other man thrusted deep into his wife’s pussy, sliding his cock along Trip’s.
Roxy scream at the double penetration. Her husband had a fistful of her hair, holding her still as Trip began to fuck her hard. “Fuck!” she cried.
Kevin grimaced at the tightness. Roxy’s pussy was clenching down on Trip and Kevin, her pussy juice spurting on them both as she came. Trip reached down to flick her clit. Spraying her juice all over Kevin’s abdomen and torso. “Fuck you are so sexy when you cum like that, Roxy!” Kevin groaned.
Trip could feel his orgasm coming, and he bellowed as his cum shot deep inside her pussy. Kevin groaned collapsing onto of them.

Trip tugged on his collar. It had been a couple of weeks since he became Roxy and Kevin’s Pet. He still was getting used to calling her Mistress and him Master. He was still having to get used to giving up control. Some nights he was rewarded for his good behavior. Roxy would let him off his collar and give him full control of the house.
However, it was having to explain to his wife where he went at odd times that was beginning to wear him out.
He was happy though. He had a Mistress. A Master. And a wife.
Life couldnt be better.


It was hot out. The air was thick and heavy. I laid back on my sun lounger. My balcony afforded me a wonderful view of the gardens a few feet below. And of course the pool.

Movement below caught my eye.

A woman stepped out onto the concrete patio that surrounded the pool. She was one of my new neighbors that had moved in recently. We would say hello in the elevator yet that was the extent of our conversation.

She was younger than me, beautiful. her long legs went for miles, or so the saying went. She wore her long brown hair twisted up into a bun. She would wear long flowy dresses, or short skirts most days. The bodices with long plunging necklines that would reveal teasing glimpses of soft round breasts that would make a woman envious. And a man’s eye appreciate the view.

Wearing a black wrap a round, she walked to a chaise that was set up by the pool. She slowly undid the sash, letting the wrap slowly glide down her body. The fabric caressing her skin as it did so.

My eyes widen.

She was naked under her wrap!

I had to admire her boldness. being nude in public where everyone could see her was daring. Perhaps she got off on that, I mused. Or she could get herself off on my face, I thought absently, as I tongue fucked her into coming.

Startled by where my thoughts were going, I continued to watch my neighbor as she put herself on display for my viewing pleasure.

My eyes feasted on her slender form. Her high rounded breasts with tight pink nipples made me bite my lip.  Her belly was flat, yet slightly curved with flaring wide hips.

I could feel my heart trip and then race. As if she sensed my hungry gaze, the woman turned allowing me a view of her pussy.

Neatly trimmed begging to be worshiped by a fervent tongue and fingers.

Dipping low, to scoop up her wrap, she draped it over her chaise. She seated herself.

Tanning oil in hand, she squirted a big dollop in one hand and then spread it all over her chest. Dropping the bottle, she turned her attention to oiling her skin. Down one arm then the other. Each movement slow and sensuous. She focused on her breasts. Cupping each one. She squeezed, and kneaded pleasure fluttering over her angelic features.

I should have been looking away. I couldn’t. I was hypnotized by every move she made.

It was as if she lost in her own little world. Nothing but the sun, the caress of her fingers on her skin. Was she imagining her lover touching her, stroking her skin with his fingers instead of hers?

The jumbling of my thoughts only made me hotter. I needed a release.

I glanced around anxiously. No one could see me really. The balcony railing hid me form the chest down.

My heart pounded as I slid a hand down my belly into my shorts under my panties. I was already wet, as I tentatively touched my pussy. Relaxing into my chair, I scissored my fingers along my slit.

The woman rolled her nipples between her fingers, pulling at them till her breasts were taut. She laid back in her chaise. Again reaching for her oil. Squirting some oil on her belly. She made her skin shine, as she rubbed it over her hips. Down her thighs her fingers went, one leg hiking up allowing me another glimpse at her pussy.

My breathing became hitched as I wondered how she would taste. How she would feel as her pussy would clench over my fingers if I had a chance to touch her.

She draped one leg over the arm of the chaise then started to oil the other leg. She was now spread open, her hands coming together to form a little V over her pussy. She spread her pussy lips revealing her tight hole and little clit.

Her lip caught between her teeth, as she kept herself open like that.

One finger dipped in. Just to tease. Flicking her clit.  Her lips parted. As her finger withdrew and she brought her glistening finger to her mouth.

My eyes widen as she traced her full plump lips with her sticky finger. Mesmerized I watched as she slowly slid her finger into her mouth, her tongue gently lapping at her pussy juice.

Once her finger was licked clean she slid her hand back down her belly between her thighs.


I jerked my panties down so I could have better access to my pussy. I could feel the sensations building between my thigh. Hotter. Tighter. I was going to cum soon. I eased off my clit, circling the entrance to my pussy hole instead.

The woman fingered her clit then slowly ever so slowly dipped down to her pussyhole. Her soft whimpering and sighing barely audible.

Clearly, she knew she was being watched, I thought. And she was putting on quite show.

Her pussy hole gaped as she slid more than one finger in, then withdrew it. Letting a moment pass before thrusting her fingers deep. She kept this up, teasing herself and me.

I bit my lip to stifle my moan as I mimicked the woman’s movements. My legs draped over the arms of my lounger, I finger-fucked myself thrusting two fingers in and out of my clenching hole. Juice dripped down my thighs. My muscles were quivering as the first wave of my orgasm hit me hard.

My legs fell off the arm rests, jolting me out of my after glow

I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye.

Someone was coming.

I wanted to warn her but how!

My eyes darted back to my neighbor.

She froze as if she heard something. Her fingers stilled. One finger then the finger popped out of her pussy.

Slowly she drew her legs up off the arm rests.It was then our eyes met.

My eyes widen. My skin becoming warm at being caught.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked.

Bewildered I stared at her in shock.

She stood, turning to grab her wrap she slipped it on.

She walked off the patio nodding in greeting at our mutual neighbor who was entering the pool area.

I pulled off my soaked panties tossed them aside and hurried to pull up my shorts.

Locking my apartment door, I hurried to catch the elevator.

I met her on the third floor.

She looked surprised to see me as the door to the elevator closed, leaving us alone.

We stared at each other for a moment, then she walked over to me her hands framing my face. She kissed me. Her breath tasted like cinnamon and sugar, and everything nice I almost laughed at the nursery rhyme that popped into my head then. The kiss was slow hot.

She pulled away after a moment. “I don’t do this often” she confessed shyly.

I shrugged. “Neither do I”

She kissed me again, the elevator door opened and she took my hand to lead me out.

“I don’t even know your name” she admitted as we walked down the hall.

I frowned. “Are names important now?”

She giggled. “Well if you must know my name is Lorie. I would like to know the name of the woman who will be eating my pussy. The name I will be screaming when she makes me cum.” her eyes narrowed. “That’s all it is. You will be eating my pussy. Nothing else.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t say there had to be hand holding.” I glanced down to where she still held my hand. “I will fuck you till you come and that’s it.”

A frown marred her features. “That’s all?”

“Yes. Nothing else.”

She didn’t say a word when we arrived at her door. Once inside  I pulled her close, to kiss her. I slowly undid her wrap. Using the sash, I wrapped the fabric around her wrists.

“Wait! wait what are you doing?” she whimpered.

I smiled. “Shh,” I nuzzle her throat, “it’s ok.”

I danced her backward to the bedroom. I pushed her and followed her down onto the bed. I smoothed her hair from her face. “You are going to enjoy this,” I promised.

I kissed her once more, caressing her skin with feather light strokes till she was squirming underneath me. I kissed my way to her breasts

She arched when I sucked a nipple into my mouth. She tasted like her tanning oil. She moaned.

“First rule, I play” I whispered against her breasts. My fingers teased the crease of inner thighs. Lightly stroking her skin till my knuckles brushed her slit. She was still sensitive from her teasing earlier. Lori jolted at my touch. I smiled.

“Yes,” she sighed. She wiggled around to get my hand on her pussy, but I anchored her down to the bed.

“No,” I nipped her ear. “You want to cum don’t you?”

Lori’s eyes were wide on me. “Yes”

“Then be a good girl and let me fuck you.” I chided her. I watched her face as I stroked her pussy with a whisper soft touch. My fingers danced over her slit, dipping in to tease then glide over her pouty pussy lips. She whimpered as I slowly let one finger tap her clit.

“Oh my god! Yes!” she cried. The muscles in her thighs clenched. Her hips arched off the bed.

“You like that?” I asked as I lightly circled her clit. Her eyes were heavy lidded with desire. Lori’s breath was choppy, as she nodded. Sweat had dampened her hair. “I like how you are so responsive,” I noted the pussy juice pooling under her.

I spread her pussy lips open. Her clit was erect from its tiny hood, begging for attention but it was her pussy hole that caught my attention. Slowly I sucked two of my fingers into my mouth. Her eyes were riveted on me. Her eyes never wavering she watched as I began to push them in.

“Rule number two. I finger fuck” I whispered.

“Yes!” Lori squealed as I filled her, slowly at first. I began to pick up the rhythm, punching my fingers deep inside her. Her wail echoed in the bedroom as her body convulsed in her orgasm. I smiled. I had a little surprise for her. I hooked my fingers inside her, hitting that spot just right

Lori’s eyes widen. “Oh my god! Wait!” her protest turned into a scream as I felt her muscles clenched down. Her body grew taut like a bow and she began to cum again. Her pussy juice squirting all over my fingers and hands. She hunched my hand frantically, as her orgasm tore through her again, another arc of juice flying through the air. I slowly withdrew my hand as she laid on her bed, shaking from her orgasms.

I got up to get a towel. I cleaned her up gently. I smiled as she finally struggled to sit up, her wrists still bound. “I take it that was the first time you squirted?” I asked. I smoothed her hair from her face. She nodded.

“Pretty intense huh?” I asked.

“It was amazing!” she laughed. “My boyfriends could never make me squirt.”

“Most women are lucky enough to do that,” I admitted

“Do you think you can untie me so I can shower?” Lori asked.

“No, I am not on rule number three yet.”

Lori blinked. “Rule number three?”

“Eating you”

Lori giggled. “well you can start in the shower.”

I rubbed my chin. “sounds good.”

I led her into the shower after untying her. She turned on the shower. The water was hot and steady, wonderful on the muscles. Lori sighed as I soaped up her body. Taking my time on her breasts and her slit.

Draping her thigh over my shoulder, Lori wound her fingers in my hair and pushed my face into her pussy. “Oh yes, Becky! Just like that.” she cooed. I licked her slit, letting her grind herself on my tongue and chin.

I explored her folds tasting her pussy juice mingling with water as I lapped at her slit.

“Fuck!” Lori groaned. I raised my eyes to find she had her eyes closed. Water sluicing down her body as she holds my head still.

I reach over and turn off the water. Lori was bewildered. She climbed off my face. “What is going on I thought you wanted to eat my pussy!” she pouted.

I chuckled. I took her hand and led her back to the bed. this time we spread towels underneath her. I spread her out. “More comfortable.” I murmured. “I want to enjoy you.”

Lori blushed. “Like I said, I never had a woman eat me out before. I never did this before.”

“Don’t over think it,”I told her as I joined her. “Just enjoy it.”

  • I began this one last night…
  • got me hot and bothered…





“You are so quiet” M’s voice startled me. “What are you thinking about?”

we laid tangled in sheets, sweat drying on our heated skin. Our breath laboured. My head resting on his chest, his heart racing in my ear.

Sunlight was trickling through the window, the day was slowly breaking. “I was thinking of you. Of us.” I murmured.

“Really?” He stroked my hair, his fingers combing through the strands in languid movements. “Why?”

i twisted onto my side propping my chin on his chest, gazing into his blue eyes “Why?” I echoed.

“Yes why” M’s hand stilled. “I enjoy our time together. Don’t you?”

I smiled. “Of course I do.”

M folded his arms behind his head, “I admit the time isn’t much.” he frowned.

I laughed. “No, believe me, I am not upset.” I kissed his throat. Sprinkling little kisses down his chest, his abdomen.

he growled approvingly. “Good. ” he seemed hesitant. “look, Becky, I didn’t want to say anything.”

I frowned. That didn’t bode well. “What?” as I hovered over his hipbone.

“I invited Alli for a visit.”

My head jerked up at his sister’s name. “Say what now?”

“you haven’t seen her in a long time.” M started to explain.

“There was a reason for that,” I rolled off M. Gathering my clothes off the floor of his hotel room, I stormed into the bathroom.

“Come on, Becky you still can’t be mad about that!” M cried.

“I was not mad! I was hurt!” I answered.

I turned on the shower,  thinking back to the days when we were children Alli and I would race through the fields behind their parent’s house. We were close.  When we had gotten older, it was as if time had made us into separate people.  We no longer had the same ideals, laughed at the same jokes and out of the blue, she chose to tell me how much I changed. That I wasn’t the same person I was when we were younger. We just couldnt be friends. We hadn’t spoken since. It had been a wake-up call.

Climbing into the shower, I let the water beat down on me to ease the tension from my shoulders.

The shower curtain shifted, M poked his head in. “Call a truce?” he asked. “I ruined the after glow with all of this serious talk.”

I glared at him for a moment and then smiled. “Only if you wash my hair!” I pouted.

He smiled. I moved so he climbed in under the spray of water.  I felt his arms wrap around my stomach and I leaned my head back against his shoulder. His lips pressed against my neck.  “We could stay here. If you want. Until we become wrinkly prunes.”

I laughed. “What are you talking about? Wrinkly? You already have gray hair!” I teased.

“Ouch! Calling me an old man!” he sighed. He released me long enough to reach the shampoo. He poured a generous amount into his hand and lathered it into my hair. I purred in delight. His touch was firm and gentle on my scalp.

I smiled. “I am a distraction from reality,” I admitted. “And one of these days, your reality is going to come crashing down.”

M slowly wrapped his arms around me, drawing me under the water. “If for any reason my wife finds out about you, it will be from me. No one else,” he promised. Realizing I couldn’t see him through the shampoo that was trickling down into my face, M laughed.

He swiped the soap suds out of my eyes, his gaze burning bright with hunger and something else.  “I love you.” his lips kicked up at the corner. “For a side chick you alright”

He grimaced when I punched him. He laughed. “I was kidding!”

“You will protect me, is that it My Dark Knight?” I teased. “Hell has no fury like a woman scorned.”

He pinned my wrists above my head against the cool tile and his lips found mine hungrily. “shut up and kiss me my little sex monster!” he grunted.

I could feel my heart racing. His mouth found one of my breasts. The heat of his breath on my skin felt wonderful. The rasp of his tongue scorched the sensitive tip of my nipple. Teasing, before his teeth raked over it. “Oh fuck” I gasped.

M chuckled. “You like a little pain with your pleasure,” he whispered. “I noticed that about you”

I shook my head. “Not really”

“A little pain” his hands cupped my bottom. Then without warning, he gave my ass a smart tap with the flat of his hand. Startled I let out a yelp. He chuckled. The delicious surge of pain melded with the sensations he was creating with his mouth. Sucking on my nipple, he alternated between nipping on it and smacking my bottom until I was squirming with frustrated need.

My clit was swelling begging to be touched, M would spank me on the under the curve of my bottom so his fingers would brush my pussy lips. “Please! Please!” I begged.

M smiled. Reaching down, he turned off the water. Taking my hand he led me back to the bed.


The dining room was elegant, sleek black and touches of gold emboldened the tables chairs and chandeliers. Long stemmed glass ware sparkled on the table, and the menu boasted of appetizers such as warm figs with goat cheese pistachio and balsamic glaze. I grimaced, closing the menu.

Much to my chagrin, I had arrived early and not fashionably late as I had hoped. I was seated at a table for six. I noted discreetly, that I was under dressed in my snow rose maxi dress, and matching shawl.  Many of the diners were either in cocktail dresses, or in business casual.

“Would you like a wine to start?” the waiter suggested.

Startled I shook my head. “A daiquiri. Please. Virgin.” I sighed.

The waiter made a note of it, and walked off as my mobile chirped. I answered it.

“Becky” M’s voice sent my heart racing.

“Where are you?” I asked.

He chuckled. “I am still at the hotel, waiting on my sister and my wife.”

Wife? My heart leaped into my throat. What the hell was I thinking? Agreeing to this?

“I don’t think this is a really good idea, ” I stammered. “For god sakes, I thought I was late! You aren’t here yet!”

M chuckled. “Calm down! Are you nervous?”

Nervous? Was that an understatement?

“Yes! I thought it was just going to be us and Allie! You are bringing your wife too! Oh my god! I cant do this!”

“Becky,” M’s voice lost its teasing undertones. “Relax. You are going to be fine. We will be fine! Now no more theatrics”

I frowned at his chastisement. “I am underdressed” I went on in a hushed tone.  “why didn’t you tell me what to wear!” my voice rose higher.  “I am feeling like a gaudy centerpiece someone left on the table the last minute.”

M burst out laughing. “Enough! I told you I wouldn’t put up with you putting yourself down.” he sobered. “I will be down in 10 minutes. Pull yourself together!” M ‘s voice was firm. It brook no argument. “You haven’t seen my sister in years. You could pretend at least to be happy to see her!”

There was a click and then dialtone. I stared at my mobile in frustration.
I dropped my phone back into my purse.


That’s what I needed to calm my frayed nerves.

Not the Virgin Daiquiri that was served, but something harder like a Paralyzer, I mused.

But you don’t drink, an inner voice chided, your medication remember?

I sighed.

Perhaps this was how it was supposed to be, I thought. After all, I was the Other Woman. He was married, his focus was on his kids and wife. He was right I hadn’t seen his sister or heard from her in years.

I was about to take a sip of my Daiquiri when I saw M, his sister Allie, Allie’s husband Jack and a woman bearing down on me. My eyes widen.

So this was M’s wife. She was beautiful. Long blond hair, wrapped up in a sleek top knot. Her skin was golden from the sun, light freckles sprinkling her shoulders and chest. She wore a pale blue spaghetti strap dress that accentuated her body in all the right places.

Yep, I thought, I was the gaudy centerpiece.

“Becky,” Allie reached the table first. I rose out of my seat. The last time I heard from her she had been rather cold.  She greeted me with a stiff hug. “It has been so long” she introduced me to her husband. I smiled warmly at him, taking his hug as well.

As if he was impatient to get the niceties over with, M cut himself in front of his sister. “This is my wife, Mandy” he introduced her with civility reserved for a stranger.

I blinked. Mandy took it in stride. She smiled sweetly as we seated ourselves. M ordered wine for the four of them. “What a quaint little town you have here, Rebecca” Mandy took a sip. “It is positively booming.”

I smiled, “Yes, so quaint. I pity the poor city folk who have to move here for jobs.” I answered. “No shopping, no entertainment. Nothing fun”

Mandy narrowed her eyes on my outfit. “Yes I did notice the lack of shopping”

“Yes we have to shop on the softer side of Sears!” I exclaimed with a bit of gleam in my eye.

Allie choked on her wine, M glared at me. Jack and Mandy looked befuddled by my remark. “I dont understand.” Mandy turned to M. “What does she mean by Sears.”

“The Hudson Bay Company,” Allie explained. “Where you bought the Roots sweaters for the boys.”

I frowned. “Oh, right you are American. Sorry about that. You probably shop at Target.”

Mandy gasped. “I do not shop at Target!”

M reached under the table, his hand clamping on my thigh in warning. “She doesn’t mean anything by it, Mandy” M smiled. “she was testing you on stereotypes. You know how much do Americans know about Canadians. Isn’t that right, Becky?”

I glared at him. “Oh yes, I sure was.”

Allie laughed. “Weren’t you in California once?” she asked.

“I was. I was so boggled by it!” distracted now by Allie’s question I turned to her and regaled her with my memory of California.

By the time the entrees came, everyone was laughing at my dramatic memory of California. Except one.

“You must have felt so awkward in such a big city, like a hillbilly!” Mandy touched my arm as if she meant to comfort me.

I smiled coolly. “Yes, I believe that is what the girls from Seattle called us. They were amazed we had MTV and fashion sense!”

Allie wiped at her eyes, “Stop it!” she wheezed. “You are making that up!”

“Nope, we had them convinced we had a Queen and a President” I took a bite of my steak. “That we needed licenses for dog sleds because in the winter time that was how we got around”

“Oh my god!” Jack sputtered, “You are surely making that up!”

It took a moment for me to notice that M was watching me with warm blue eyes. He smiled.

“I noticed that the setting was for six,” Mandy directed her attention to M. her brilliant smile never wavered. “Are we missing someone? Perhaps Rebecca’s date?” her gaze shifted to me again.

“You just noticed that now, we are nearly done dinner” I smiled. “You have such a keen sense of observation! Amazing!”

Mandy clamped her lips together in an angry pout and glared at me.

“Becky does not date.” M cooly pointed out.

“Yes, forever the third wheel” I clicked my tongue. “Perhaps it’s commitment issues.”

Allie put down her napkin and took my hand. “I wasn’t sure about tonight. M insisted I come. But seeing you.” she sighed. “I was so wrong about many things.”

I shook my head. “No you were right. I just needed someone to point it out to me. It hurt that you cut me out of your life though.” I smiled.  “I can’t believe how wonderful you look. I saw a picture of you on a wedding blog, you looked amazing.”

Allie laughed “A wedding blog. Yes that was a friend’s wedding.” she chuckled. “you do love to blog don’t you, Becky”

I shrugged. “yes I do.”

“Actually, I came across that blog by accident I was looking for wedding dresses” I admitted.  ”

M tensed beside me.  I could sense his cool anger radiating off him in waves. “Really” he raised his wine glass to his lips. “You don’t seem to be the marrying type.”

“Yes I seem to recall you saying the same thing,” I answered, waving my fork in the air. “I believed you said no marriage no kids. Yet here you are, with your wife who obviously adores you and a family. Kudos!” I took a bite of my steak and chewed slowly daring him to reply.

His blue eyes stared into mine heatedly, a silent promise of retribution.  “Touche!” he sipped at his wine. “You are full of surprises tonight, Becky!”

I got a little thrill knowing he was close enough to touch. The scent of him was comforting, erotic and intimate. His hand was still on my thigh, lightly stroking my skin through the fabric of my dress. Was he comforting me or teasing me?

“Wedding bells?” Mandy asked. “So there was someone?”

“no. No one.” I sighed.

M’s fingers began to pull the fabric up, startling me. The cool air on my skin lasted only but a second, before the heat of M’s hand touched my thigh. He inched his fingers upward. The whisper of fabric along my skin sent frissons of fire throughout my body. Every nerve ending was awakening, coming alive as he tucked the fabric up.

I preoccupied myself with the food on my plate, as my heart began to pound. Dear God, he was playing a very dangerous game. Higher his fingers quested until he found the damp fabric of my panties.

He gently stroked the damp indentation, sawing his fingers back and forth faster and faster. Excitement coursed through me. I felt dizzy, as he teased my slit with his touch. He continued having a conversation, laughing drinking wine as if he what he was doing under the table was nothing.

I wanted him so much. Deep inside me. I wanted him to burn this ache away. My eyes lifted to see M was watching me. His gaze heavy lidded full of hunger.

My breath hitched. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom” I squeaked. I scrambled to tug down my dress and get out of my chair. I hurried out of the dining room in search of the restroom,  to catch my breath.  a hand caught me.

I let out a startled squeak. I was hauled into an empty hallway, flung against the wall. “I couldn’t wait to get you alone!” M groaned. “You were so right. Tonight was a disaster.” Ducking his head M caught my mouth with his. His kiss was hot urgent full of need.

“We can’t! not here” I panted my arms wound around his neck. He settled himself between my thighs. Rocking gently. The hard line of his cock teasing my sensitive clit.

His breath was coming in short explosive breaths. “Fuck! I just want to be inside you! Deep!  I want to fuck my cock deep inside you! I want you come all over me!” he rasped.

I was going to cum. I buried my face against his throat, inhaling his scent. His words were so filthy, I could feel my skin grow hotter. I was so close. I could feel the muscles in his back ripple and flex as he moved against me. The hot pulse of his cock through his trousers and my skirt was triggering a cascade of pleasure through me. “Let’s go to your hotel room.” I whimpered.

M groaned. He slowly pulled away. “Fuck we can’t go back there.” as he spoke he adjusted himself. “After dinner meet me in the pool. It will be open for guests only”

I sighed. “This blows.”

M burst out laughing. “Wait a few moments alright. Then come back.”

I scowled. “I know how to do this.”

M narrowed his eyes. “You better not. I better be the only married man you have ever slept with!” he said through set teeth.

I patted his cheek “It’s cute how you think I jumped off the virgin wagon when we started sleeping together.” I chuckled. M glowered at me.

“You weren’t exactly experienced” he pointed out.

“Ouch.” I framed his face and gave him a kiss. “don’t be jealous. You are the only one in my life.” the only one who wanted to be in my life, I thought.

M smiled “the pool later.” he released me and walked away. I straightened my hair and turned to find Allie staring at me. Her expression of horror and anger.

“I knew it!” she hissed. “I knew there was some reason he had for coming back here!”

I blinked. “What?”

“I just saw the two of you!” she cried. “My god it was disgusting! How could you do it! His wife. His wife was at the table!”

I took a step toward her my hand out in placation “Allie, let me explain.”

Her hand cut through the air, warning me off. “No you stay away!” her voice choked up. “You were supposed to be my friend. How could you do this?”

Friend? Anger and resentment surged through me. Was she serious? She hadn’t been a friend to me years! Yet there she was standing before me, her dainty figure quivering with self-righteous fury and condemnation. Did she really think so little of me?

“Allie,” I tried once more, my voice firm. “you are my friend. I wouldn’t deliberately hurt you!”


Allie wiped at her eyes. “Oh good so this wasn’t deliberate! or payback.” she let out a watery scoff. “Thank God. I thought I had it all wrong.”

I sighed at her sarcasm. “I am not like that.”

“You are exactly like that!” Allie hissed anger flashing in her eyes. “You haven’t changed. You still think of yourself! You are still a selfish bitch!” she held up her mobile startling me.

“What is that?” I asked warily.

“I was going to face time my father in law who was looking after the boys, but I ended up recording you and my brother instead.” she snarled.

I grimaced. “Say what now?”

“I said I recorded you and my brother..”

I narrowed my eyes. “Allie, why would you record us?” I asked quietly.

“For proof.” she snapped.

I took a step towards her. “Proof of what? That M and I are having an affair.” I  spoke in a calm soothing tone. I didn’t want to startle her. I just wanted that damn phone. I took another step. “What would you do with that? Show it to Mandy?”

Uncertainty fluttered across Allie’s features. “Yes.”

“Didn’t you hear what your brother said at the table. He didn’t want to be married. He didn’t want children.” There was confusion as Allie glanced at the mobile then at me. “Mandy was a one night stand. He did his duty. He married her because she was pregnant. Not because he loved her.”

Allie shook her head. “My brother loves Mandy and the kids.” she insisted.

Allie was like a spooked horse. Ready to flee. I was getting closer to her, making no sudden movements. My eyes hadn’t left hers.   “He loves the kids. Doesn’t care about Mandy. So if you want to you can show Mandy the footage.” “but it won’t be just his marriage you’re ruining. But yours as well.” I suggested softly.

“Mine?” Alarm flickered in Allie’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Well once Jack finds out you broke up your brother’s marriage because you were angry at me, how do you think he will feel? He will wonder what kind of woman he married.”

Allie flinched. “No, he wouldn’t. He loves me. Jack wouldn’t turn against me.” she whispered. I smiled. There it was the hesitation, the doubt. Her hand holding the mobile shook. She looked at it in revulsion.

I reached for Allie, snatching her mobile phone out of her hand. She hadn’t cleared the screen of the discriminatory video. I erased it and cleared it from her cloud.  “You really shouldn’t leave your passwords in the password key.” I admonished her. Then smashed the phone onto the floor and stomped on it with my foot. Shattering the screen and keyboard.  “Next time you want to threaten someone. Make sure they have something to lose.” I snapped.

I walked past her and into the dining room.

M met my eyes when I reached the table. “I am sorry everyone,” I forced a smile. “but something came up. I have to go. Thank you for the lovely dinner.”

M draped my shawl over my shoulders. “Is something wrong?” he asked quietly in my ear.

I ignored his question and smiled at Jack and Mandy. “It was so nice to meet you. Have a lovely trip home if I dont see you again.”

“What about Allie?” Jack rose out of his seat “I am sure she will be right back.”

I touched his hand. “Allie and I already had our goodbyes. ” I assured him.

“Let me at least call you a cab,” Mandy drawled.

“No thank you”  I declined. “Please do not even bother”

I Kissed M’s cheek, “we have a lot to talk about” I hissed in his ear. “Do not invite me to a fancy dinner like this again” I declared.

He chuckled “You did fine.”

  • ugh better quit while I am ahead!











She was reaching for a champagne glass when he came up behind her, plucking it out of her reach. He tsked. “That’s not for you” he murmured against her ear. “Nice try though”

She tried to ignore the quickening of her heart, the racing of her blood in her veins as the heat of his body warmed her back. She mentally steeled herself, and slowly turned, bumping her chin on his chest as she did so. She grimaced. Taking a step back to glare up at him, she watched as he took a sip of HER champagne.

“I needed that you know.” she hissed.

He laughed. “Why,” he swept the room with a cursory glance. Noting his business partners, his family, her family, his friends were mingling quite well. “The party is quite a success,” he purred “are you bored my dear little sex monster?”

She scowled. “I have no patience for this kind of things,” she admitted. “And you are being quite callous and indifferent to me.”

He lowered the empty glass onto a nearby table. His eyes grew dark with some unfathomable emotion. “My my someone has been learning some big words” he murmured.

“I know big words. I just choose not use them on you, you might get lost” she shot back.

He laughed silkily. He reached for her hand, his eyes on hers as he led her into on the balcony. He locked the door behind them.

“What are you doing?” her words were silenced when his mouth came down on hers. She found herself being pressed up against the wall with a loud thud. His fingers in her hair, one hand cradling her throat. “stop we can’t do this. Your wife is in the next room”

He ignored her, his kiss deepening silencing her protest. He lifted her up, settling her against the hard ridge of his cock. She groaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. The wall hit her back again, and he grinned her against her mouth. “Shh try to be quiet”

Any snarky remark she had died, when he kissed her again.

Her hands tore at his tie, yanking at it frantically. He chuckled as she finally got it free, and threw it aside. She drew him closer. “This is crazy,” She panted “you’re crazy.”

He rocked his hips against her, giving her a taste of the ride he was going to give her. She groaned. He felt so good, so hard against her. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders.

“Do you know how hard it is for me,” he rasped, dragging his mouth free of hers “to see you, you are inches away yet you are so far away from me. it’s killing me! I have to pretend everything between us is platonic, that there is nothing between us when that is a lie. I have been inside you, I have felt you come for me.”

Her heart skipped a beat “I am not being indifferent or callous towards you,” he groaned. “I am trying to keep my hands off you.”

She burst out laughing. “Oh is that what is?” she reached up to kiss him. “Well here we are, you are doing a horrible job.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Well, then I guess I have to work on my performance won’t I?”

  • the dream I had which left me grouchy this morning. M ignoring me! How rude!


Maybe I want to be curled up in your lap

Maybe I am bored by the movie we are watching.

Maybe I am distracted by you.

Maybe it’s your hand in my panties making me wet.

“Quiet my little sex monster” you chastise me ” I am trying to watch the movie”



I want your hands on my body, your mouth on my skin

Thinking of you makes it hard for me to concentrate

every part of me wonders what your touch will feel like

my body aches for it. Craves the heat of yours.

at the thought of you possessing me

making love to me ♥


-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.”