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11/09/2009
Dan here, again.
So, I spent the rest of Sunday with Lori (see” Thanksgiving, Part 3”). We fucked, we sucked, we fucked and sucked. This woman did things to my body that I didn’t know were even possible – and remember, I was married to Vicky, the horniest and most erotic woman I knew – up till now.
At one point in the early afternoon, she was sucking my cock and massaging my balls with both hands. I had several fingers from one hand in her ass and my toes up her pussy. One leg cramp and I’m not sure she would have ever been able to fuck again. I don’t think I could get my body into that position again, either.
We finally took a break about 3:30 in the afternoon. We had some warmed-up coffee and sweet rolls she had in the fridge. I really needed the sugar.
I was somewhat concerned that her husband, Paul, would return. It wasn’t that I disliked the guy, but I didn’t want any more sexual contact with him. The blowjob he gave me was great, but that was one too many homosexual experiences for me. Lori assured me he wouldn’t be back until Monday night. He would be at work for about 12 hours and then was planning to spend the night with one of his boyfriends. He’d be back at work Monday morning and would probably come home after that shift.
I always thought Vicky and I had a strange marriage. She fucked other men frequently, and I occasionally fucked other women. This weekend she was on a date with a guy who had a cock that could hurt a small pony, and I was fucking a woman who wanted me for almost 20 years. But our marriage games couldn’t hold a candle to Lori and Paul’s adventures. Two married bisexual people are both available to fuck about anything that moves, and from the stories Lori told me, they did.
Lori and I decided we both needed some outside air. We took a shower – together, of course – and then drove out to a restaurant near her condo. It was a warm November afternoon, so she wore a short, white “summer” dress. She didn’t wear a bra, but did have on a white shear thong. I’m not sure it would actually hide anything, but maybe it was just a “security blanket” for her.
We had a drink while waiting for a table at a locally-owned steakhouse. It wasn’t too long a wait and shortly after we were seated, a woman in her mid-thirties walked up and said “hi” to Lori. Lori introduced me as her “friend Dan”. This was obviously a friend of Lori’s, but she didn’t seem to be particularly surprised to see Lori with a man other than her husband. After the woman – I think her name was Janet – left us, I asked Lori about it.
“Yes, she lives in the same townhouse complex that Paul and I do,” she answered. “She’s seen both of us out with other people enough times to have a pretty good idea that we don’t have a monogamous marriage. I think she’d like to join in, but her live-in boyfriend is very jealous. It’s just not a situation that we’d like to get involved in – too much drama. By the way, your wife isn’t the jealous type, is she? I mean, you didn’t go home last night and you don’t seem to be rushing home tonight, either. I’m hoping you’re planning to stay again.”
“No,” I laughed, “Vicky is definitely not the jealous type. And yes, I would love to spend tonight with you, again.”
“Good,” she said, “but where is your Vicky?”
“Well,” I replied, “we’re staying at a local hotel. We came into the city for the long weekend. We arrived Wednesday night and Vicky met a guy. So, last night, and I suspect all day today, she’s with him.”
“Wow,” she laughed, “you’re okay with that?”
“Yeah,” I answered, “pretty much so. I mean, she meets guys all the time and goes home with them. I don’t mind that. This guy bothers me a little, I’ve got to admit, since Vicky seems really into him. She actually called him back yesterday to make a date with him. She’s never done that before.”
“Are you worried?” she asked.
“Kinda’,” I replied. “See, this guy is hung like a Shetland pony.” At that Lori started giggling. “And Vicky says she just wants his cock. I’m hoping that’s all it is. But he does seem to have cast some sort of spell over her. She just met him but is quite willing to go anywhere with him and do anything he wants. I’ve never seen her like that with someone she doesn’t really know unless she was high or drunk. And yesterday, when she called him, she wasn’t either. So, yeah, I’m a little worried.”
“Well,” Lori said, “let’s forget about all that right now. Let’s stuff ourselves on some salad, steak, and fries and then go work off all those extra calories.”
“Awesome,” I laughed. “You know just what to say to a man to make him feel better.”
Our food came, so we ordered some more drinks and ate our steaks. We talked a little about our jobs and our friends as we ate. Lori was sitting across from me and halfway through the meal I felt her foot in my crotch. She had removed one of her shoes and was massaging my cock through my pants with her toes. The table was a butcher block style table and there was no tablecloth hanging down from it. We weren’t along the wall, so pretty much everyone could see what she was doing. And from the smirks I saw around us, several people were watching. There were no children anywhere around us, so I just spread my legs a little farther apart and let her play with me.
After a few minutes, she put her foot back on the floor, leaned over the table and whispered, “Unzip your fly.” I stared at her. She just smiled back. Then I thought, “What the Hell” and reached down and unzipped my pants. She sat back in her chair, put her foot in my crotch again, and slid her foot inside my fly. I could feel her toes flexing against my boxers and my cock started to get really hard. About the time I was afraid I might cum right there at the table, she pulled her foot out of my crotch again and leaned forward.
“Dare you to go to the restroom and get rid of those shorts,” she said. I shook my head “no”. She smiled at me. “If you don’t, you don’t stay tonight.”
Damn! I wasn’t going back to an empty hotel room and masturbating by myself tonight. So, I pulled my fly up as discretely as I could and excused myself for the restroom. I went into a stall, pulled off my pants and boxers, and then put my pants back on. I really didn’t have any place to carry my shorts, so I threw them in the trash on the way out. When I sat back down, Lori smiled at me and said, “Fly.”
I unzipped my fly again. My cock was still pretty hard and I was afraid it might just pop out, right there in the middle of the restaurant. I laid my napkin over my lap, just in case, and then felt Lori’s foot back in my crotch. It didn’t take her long to slide her toes back inside my pants. I could feel her bare toes rubbing my bare cock. I could see that some people were smirking again, watching her foot under my napkin. But now I didn’t care. I was hard as a rock. She kept flexing her toes against my cock. It was inevitable. Suddenly I came, squirting my cum all over the inside of my pants and across her toes and foot. She pulled her foot out of my crotch again.
Lori just smiled. “You really are the hottest man I’ve ever known,” she said. “I’d love to just crawl under this table and suck your cock right now.”
I smiled back. “I don’t think the management would allow that,” I said.
“Oh, don’t be so sure,” she replied, smiling. “I fuck the owner about twice a month. He’d let me do more than you might think.”
I was afraid she’d do it. Just what I needed, a public indecency charge. About then the waitress returned. By the smile on her face, I knew she knew what Lori had been doing. “Any dessert, tonight?” she asked.
“Not here,” said Lori. “We’ll have that at home.”
“I bet you will,” the waitress laughed. Then she turned to me. “Just be careful getting up,” she said quietly.
I paid the check, leaving a sizeable tip for our very discrete waitress. Before I removed my napkin, I zipped up my pants. I could feel that some of my cum had soaked through my pants. I even got some on my fingers while pulling up my zipper and I wiped them on the napkin. Well, there was nothing I could do about my pants. Lori and I got up to leave. As I slid off my chair I took a quick glanced down at my pants. A definite wet spot about 2 or 3 inches in diameter could be seen halfway up my fly. The Hell with it. I took Lori’s hand and we walked out of the restaurant together. I’m sure there were some interesting dinner conversations going on after we left.
We walked into the condo and Lori threw her arms around my neck, kissing me. She pulled with all her weight until I had no choice but to slide down to the floor. Lori unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants. Without my boxers, the old cock just sat up like a flagpole and Lori start sucking on it. As she licked the head of my cock, she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open. Suddenly she sat up on her knees and pulled off her dress. Then she pulled my pants down to my ankles and went back down on me. The front door was still open and my head was just barely inside the door threshold.
Lori was just starting to deep throat me when I saw a shadow. I looked up and some guy was standing in the doorway. “Wow, Lori,” he said, “want me to close the door?”
“Yeah, please,” Lori said, her words muffled by my cock in her mouth. The guy started pulling the door closed.
“Watch your head,” he said, then laughed. “I mean the one on your shoulders. I don’t want to give you a concussion.” I moved my head to the side and he closed the front door. I could still hear him laughing outside.
Lori sucked harder and harder on my swelling cock. The old line, “she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch” came to mind. I had never had a woman suck me as hard as Lori. Suddenly, without warning, I came again, just as she was at the peak of one of her sucks. I shot cum into her mouth and with her sucking it must have gone down her throat and into her larynx. She sat up choking, gagging, and coughing. She was laughing and trying to talk, but the cum must have stuck to her vocal cords and all that came out was a guttural groan. With that, I started laughing, too. Lori pulled herself over me and laid her head on my chest, still trying to cough out the cum while giggling.
We both laid on the floor for two or three minutes laughing and giggling. Suddenly Lori let out an unbelievably loud belch, which only made her laugh harder. If the guy who closed the door was still outside listening, he probably thought we were ready for the asylum. Hell, maybe we were.
Finally, Lori stopped giggling and had her voice back, although it was rough and deeper. “Oh, God,” she laughed. “I’ve heard women talk of seeing a cock that took their breath away, but that was the first one I ever heard of that left me speechless.” She laughed again.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes, I’m fine…now. For a moment though, I thought Paul would come home tomorrow night and find me lying here by the door, suffocated, with cum drooling out of my mouth.” That started her giggling again.
“Who the Hell was the guy that closed the door?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I think it was Michael, about 3 doors down, but I never looked up. I’ll be hearing about this little episode at the next condo party.”
With that we sat up. I pulled my shoes and pants off and we walked into the bedroom together. I laid down on the bed on my back. Lori curled up beside me, laying her head on my chest. I wanted to fuck her again, but just couldn’t. We were both spent. Lori must have cum while she was sucking me. Before long we both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
When we awoke, the morning sun was just starting to come in the bedroom window. We really had slept together last night. I liked that a lot.
Lori and I fucked again that morning. It was slower and more intimate than before. When I came, it was with more emotion and less physical aggression. Lori gave me a long, deep kiss that lasted for well over a minute. Then she said, quietly, “You better get ready to go. You need to go back to that hotel and see if your wife is there.” Then she closed her eyes.
I took a shower and got dressed in the same clothes I had been wearing, when I was wearing any, since Saturday night. I sat on the side of the bed. I softly kissed Lori goodbye. She opened her eyes and looked at me. “Goodbye, Dan,” she said. I started to get up when I heard her whisper, “I love you.”
I looked back down at her, but she had closed her eyes. Her breathing was shallow and regular, so I didn’t wake her. As I left the townhouse and walked to my car, I wondered if she had really said what I thought I heard. I drove back towards the hotel. The more I thought about it, the more sure I was that she told me she loved me. I wondered if I felt the same about her. I was afraid of the answer.
When I walked into the hotel room, Vicky was lying on her stomach on the bed, asleep and alone. I started to have guilt feelings. Did I leave my wife alone all night while I slept in another woman’s bed? I know it seems weird, but it’s not something I had ever done before. It bothered me a lot. I wondered what Vicky did this weekend.
So, I spent the rest of Sunday with Lori (see” Thanksgiving, Part 3”). We fucked, we sucked, we fucked and sucked. This woman did things to my body that I didn’t know were even possible – and remember, I was married to Vicky, the horniest and most erotic woman I knew – up till now.
At one point in the early afternoon, she was sucking my cock and massaging my balls with both hands. I had several fingers from one hand in her ass and my toes up her pussy. One leg cramp and I’m not sure she would have ever been able to fuck again. I don’t think I could get my body into that position again, either.
We finally took a break about 3:30 in the afternoon. We had some warmed-up coffee and sweet rolls she had in the fridge. I really needed the sugar.
I was somewhat concerned that her husband, Paul, would return. It wasn’t that I disliked the guy, but I didn’t want any more sexual contact with him. The blowjob he gave me was great, but that was one too many homosexual experiences for me. Lori assured me he wouldn’t be back until Monday night. He would be at work for about 12 hours and then was planning to spend the night with one of his boyfriends. He’d be back at work Monday morning and would probably come home after that shift.
I always thought Vicky and I had a strange marriage. She fucked other men frequently, and I occasionally fucked other women. This weekend she was on a date with a guy who had a cock that could hurt a small pony, and I was fucking a woman who wanted me for almost 20 years. But our marriage games couldn’t hold a candle to Lori and Paul’s adventures. Two married bisexual people are both available to fuck about anything that moves, and from the stories Lori told me, they did.
Lori and I decided we both needed some outside air. We took a shower – together, of course – and then drove out to a restaurant near her condo. It was a warm November afternoon, so she wore a short, white “summer” dress. She didn’t wear a bra, but did have on a white shear thong. I’m not sure it would actually hide anything, but maybe it was just a “security blanket” for her.
We had a drink while waiting for a table at a locally-owned steakhouse. It wasn’t too long a wait and shortly after we were seated, a woman in her mid-thirties walked up and said “hi” to Lori. Lori introduced me as her “friend Dan”. This was obviously a friend of Lori’s, but she didn’t seem to be particularly surprised to see Lori with a man other than her husband. After the woman – I think her name was Janet – left us, I asked Lori about it.
“Yes, she lives in the same townhouse complex that Paul and I do,” she answered. “She’s seen both of us out with other people enough times to have a pretty good idea that we don’t have a monogamous marriage. I think she’d like to join in, but her live-in boyfriend is very jealous. It’s just not a situation that we’d like to get involved in – too much drama. By the way, your wife isn’t the jealous type, is she? I mean, you didn’t go home last night and you don’t seem to be rushing home tonight, either. I’m hoping you’re planning to stay again.”
“No,” I laughed, “Vicky is definitely not the jealous type. And yes, I would love to spend tonight with you, again.”
“Good,” she said, “but where is your Vicky?”
“Well,” I replied, “we’re staying at a local hotel. We came into the city for the long weekend. We arrived Wednesday night and Vicky met a guy. So, last night, and I suspect all day today, she’s with him.”
“Wow,” she laughed, “you’re okay with that?”
“Yeah,” I answered, “pretty much so. I mean, she meets guys all the time and goes home with them. I don’t mind that. This guy bothers me a little, I’ve got to admit, since Vicky seems really into him. She actually called him back yesterday to make a date with him. She’s never done that before.”
“Are you worried?” she asked.
“Kinda’,” I replied. “See, this guy is hung like a Shetland pony.” At that Lori started giggling. “And Vicky says she just wants his cock. I’m hoping that’s all it is. But he does seem to have cast some sort of spell over her. She just met him but is quite willing to go anywhere with him and do anything he wants. I’ve never seen her like that with someone she doesn’t really know unless she was high or drunk. And yesterday, when she called him, she wasn’t either. So, yeah, I’m a little worried.”
“Well,” Lori said, “let’s forget about all that right now. Let’s stuff ourselves on some salad, steak, and fries and then go work off all those extra calories.”
“Awesome,” I laughed. “You know just what to say to a man to make him feel better.”
Our food came, so we ordered some more drinks and ate our steaks. We talked a little about our jobs and our friends as we ate. Lori was sitting across from me and halfway through the meal I felt her foot in my crotch. She had removed one of her shoes and was massaging my cock through my pants with her toes. The table was a butcher block style table and there was no tablecloth hanging down from it. We weren’t along the wall, so pretty much everyone could see what she was doing. And from the smirks I saw around us, several people were watching. There were no children anywhere around us, so I just spread my legs a little farther apart and let her play with me.
After a few minutes, she put her foot back on the floor, leaned over the table and whispered, “Unzip your fly.” I stared at her. She just smiled back. Then I thought, “What the Hell” and reached down and unzipped my pants. She sat back in her chair, put her foot in my crotch again, and slid her foot inside my fly. I could feel her toes flexing against my boxers and my cock started to get really hard. About the time I was afraid I might cum right there at the table, she pulled her foot out of my crotch again and leaned forward.
“Dare you to go to the restroom and get rid of those shorts,” she said. I shook my head “no”. She smiled at me. “If you don’t, you don’t stay tonight.”
Damn! I wasn’t going back to an empty hotel room and masturbating by myself tonight. So, I pulled my fly up as discretely as I could and excused myself for the restroom. I went into a stall, pulled off my pants and boxers, and then put my pants back on. I really didn’t have any place to carry my shorts, so I threw them in the trash on the way out. When I sat back down, Lori smiled at me and said, “Fly.”
I unzipped my fly again. My cock was still pretty hard and I was afraid it might just pop out, right there in the middle of the restaurant. I laid my napkin over my lap, just in case, and then felt Lori’s foot back in my crotch. It didn’t take her long to slide her toes back inside my pants. I could feel her bare toes rubbing my bare cock. I could see that some people were smirking again, watching her foot under my napkin. But now I didn’t care. I was hard as a rock. She kept flexing her toes against my cock. It was inevitable. Suddenly I came, squirting my cum all over the inside of my pants and across her toes and foot. She pulled her foot out of my crotch again.
Lori just smiled. “You really are the hottest man I’ve ever known,” she said. “I’d love to just crawl under this table and suck your cock right now.”
I smiled back. “I don’t think the management would allow that,” I said.
“Oh, don’t be so sure,” she replied, smiling. “I fuck the owner about twice a month. He’d let me do more than you might think.”
I was afraid she’d do it. Just what I needed, a public indecency charge. About then the waitress returned. By the smile on her face, I knew she knew what Lori had been doing. “Any dessert, tonight?” she asked.
“Not here,” said Lori. “We’ll have that at home.”
“I bet you will,” the waitress laughed. Then she turned to me. “Just be careful getting up,” she said quietly.
I paid the check, leaving a sizeable tip for our very discrete waitress. Before I removed my napkin, I zipped up my pants. I could feel that some of my cum had soaked through my pants. I even got some on my fingers while pulling up my zipper and I wiped them on the napkin. Well, there was nothing I could do about my pants. Lori and I got up to leave. As I slid off my chair I took a quick glanced down at my pants. A definite wet spot about 2 or 3 inches in diameter could be seen halfway up my fly. The Hell with it. I took Lori’s hand and we walked out of the restaurant together. I’m sure there were some interesting dinner conversations going on after we left.
We walked into the condo and Lori threw her arms around my neck, kissing me. She pulled with all her weight until I had no choice but to slide down to the floor. Lori unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants. Without my boxers, the old cock just sat up like a flagpole and Lori start sucking on it. As she licked the head of my cock, she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open. Suddenly she sat up on her knees and pulled off her dress. Then she pulled my pants down to my ankles and went back down on me. The front door was still open and my head was just barely inside the door threshold.
Lori was just starting to deep throat me when I saw a shadow. I looked up and some guy was standing in the doorway. “Wow, Lori,” he said, “want me to close the door?”
“Yeah, please,” Lori said, her words muffled by my cock in her mouth. The guy started pulling the door closed.
“Watch your head,” he said, then laughed. “I mean the one on your shoulders. I don’t want to give you a concussion.” I moved my head to the side and he closed the front door. I could still hear him laughing outside.
Lori sucked harder and harder on my swelling cock. The old line, “she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch” came to mind. I had never had a woman suck me as hard as Lori. Suddenly, without warning, I came again, just as she was at the peak of one of her sucks. I shot cum into her mouth and with her sucking it must have gone down her throat and into her larynx. She sat up choking, gagging, and coughing. She was laughing and trying to talk, but the cum must have stuck to her vocal cords and all that came out was a guttural groan. With that, I started laughing, too. Lori pulled herself over me and laid her head on my chest, still trying to cough out the cum while giggling.
We both laid on the floor for two or three minutes laughing and giggling. Suddenly Lori let out an unbelievably loud belch, which only made her laugh harder. If the guy who closed the door was still outside listening, he probably thought we were ready for the asylum. Hell, maybe we were.
Finally, Lori stopped giggling and had her voice back, although it was rough and deeper. “Oh, God,” she laughed. “I’ve heard women talk of seeing a cock that took their breath away, but that was the first one I ever heard of that left me speechless.” She laughed again.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes, I’m fine…now. For a moment though, I thought Paul would come home tomorrow night and find me lying here by the door, suffocated, with cum drooling out of my mouth.” That started her giggling again.
“Who the Hell was the guy that closed the door?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I think it was Michael, about 3 doors down, but I never looked up. I’ll be hearing about this little episode at the next condo party.”
With that we sat up. I pulled my shoes and pants off and we walked into the bedroom together. I laid down on the bed on my back. Lori curled up beside me, laying her head on my chest. I wanted to fuck her again, but just couldn’t. We were both spent. Lori must have cum while she was sucking me. Before long we both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
When we awoke, the morning sun was just starting to come in the bedroom window. We really had slept together last night. I liked that a lot.
Lori and I fucked again that morning. It was slower and more intimate than before. When I came, it was with more emotion and less physical aggression. Lori gave me a long, deep kiss that lasted for well over a minute. Then she said, quietly, “You better get ready to go. You need to go back to that hotel and see if your wife is there.” Then she closed her eyes.
I took a shower and got dressed in the same clothes I had been wearing, when I was wearing any, since Saturday night. I sat on the side of the bed. I softly kissed Lori goodbye. She opened her eyes and looked at me. “Goodbye, Dan,” she said. I started to get up when I heard her whisper, “I love you.”
I looked back down at her, but she had closed her eyes. Her breathing was shallow and regular, so I didn’t wake her. As I left the townhouse and walked to my car, I wondered if she had really said what I thought I heard. I drove back towards the hotel. The more I thought about it, the more sure I was that she told me she loved me. I wondered if I felt the same about her. I was afraid of the answer.
When I walked into the hotel room, Vicky was lying on her stomach on the bed, asleep and alone. I started to have guilt feelings. Did I leave my wife alone all night while I slept in another woman’s bed? I know it seems weird, but it’s not something I had ever done before. It bothered me a lot. I wondered what Vicky did this weekend.
Poster:
Dan
