STORY: XXX THE NASTIEST FANTASY STORIES 2

Awakening The Slut Inside Rebecca Ch. 1
by Alex

Chapter1: The Plan

My wife and I have been married for 2 years. My wife has kept her 5’6” 120lb body in great shape,. Her 34C tits are absolutely exquisite on her small frame. Our sex life has been conservative by Rebecca’s nature. As a schoolteacher she is very prim and proper and carries that attitude in to the bedroom. Rebecca does not seem to enjoy oral sex and prefers sex in the conventional manner. Her orgasms are few and far between. As we approached our 15th wedding anniversary I concocted a plan to awaken Rebecca ’s sexual fire. I arranged for a mini getaway weekend for just the two of us. As the day neared I could hardly hide my raging hard-on. We were heading to Ft Lauderdale for a weekend of what I hoped would be wild, abandoned, and passionate sex.

My wife was dressed in her typical conservative attire on the plane ride. As we checked into our hotel room on Thursday afternoon I knew that I would have to take things slowly if my plan was to succeed. I had purchased a sexy but somewhat conservative outfit as a surprise for her first night. I had a bottle of champagne delivered to our room and as we toasted our anniversary I gave Rebecca my little gift. It was a black and white polka dot sundress with buttons down the front. I had also included a sheer black thong, and a pair of open toed black pumps. At first Rebecca was hesitant about wearing the outfit reasoning that she would not feel comfortable in public wearing such a sexy outfit. I assured her that she would be a big hit with anyone who saw her. I don't think I convinced her, but after a couple of glasses of champagne she relented and agreed to wear it.

The plan was to go out to dinner and then go dancing. I couldn't wait to see Rebecca in her new outfit. When I saw her I was stunned. She looked like one of those glamour models. She gave me a shy smile when I whistled at her. She said, "I can't believe I'm actually wearing this." I said, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. You look absolutely hot.” The sundress came to about mid thigh and accented her great tits. She of course had the dress button completely down but that would soon change. I took her in my arms and smothered her mouth with a deep passionate kiss designed to begin the process. Rebecca whimpered and nearly melted in my arms, as the kiss grew stronger and deeper. I snaked a hand between our pressed bodies, and pawed away at one of her ample breasts, hidden underneath the tight sundress. Rebecca let out a little moan as I pinched and pulled her rock hard nipple through the soft dress material. I dropped my hands down to her ass and squeezed her cheeks firmly as I pulled her closer to me. She could now feel my manhood grind into her lovebox. I felt like fucking her right there and then but I reminded myself of the plan. We finished the champagne before we left for dinner. I could tell that Rebeccahad begun to feel some of the alcohol already, as she wasn’t much of a drinker. I could also tell that Rebecca was beginning to enjoy what her new dress style was doing to me.

We got into the cab for dinner and I proceeded to kiss my wife’s ear as I whispered to her “I’m going to make you cum over and over tonight.” I moved my hand to her thigh but she quickly pushed it away as she thought that cab driver was watching. I continued to lick her ear, as I know it is a really sensitive spot for her. I kept talking dirty, “I’m going to give you the fucking of her life before this night is over.” I continued to put my hand to her thighs and she kept pushing it away although she was beginning to let it stay there a little longer with each caress. I wasn’t sure how Rebecca was going to react to this approach as she is so conservative but the little moans every now and then reaffirmed that my plan was going to work.

We arrived at the restaurant and we were escorted to our booth. I immediately ordered a bottle of champagne and once again turned my attention to my wife. “You look so fucking hot, I want to fuck you right now!” My wife seemed to be red with embarrassment but the alcohol was having an affect in letting her guard down. As we toasted our life together I once again slid over and gave her a deep passionate kiss. I knew my wife was feeling concerned about the scene we were creating in public but I kept exploring her mouth as my hand once again found her thigh. She broke off our kiss, as she was not yet comfortable with all this attention. I would have to give it a little more time for the alcohol and mood to kick in.

We had finished dinner and were well onto our second bottle of champagne. I could definitely tell that Rebecca was starting to feel the effects as she was slurring her words every now and then. I payed for the dinner as Rebecca went to the ladies room. I watched her ass and legs as she walked away and noticed that she was definitely turning some heads. Rebecca returned and I noticed that she had undone the top button of her dress. When she sat down I gave her another long kiss. As we kissed I took her hand and placed it on my fucking hard-on. Rebecca gasped and quickly removed her hand. I licked her ear and whispered, “I’m ready to fuck are you ready for my cock?” Rebecca was definitely ready and suggested that we go back to the room. I of course had a different plan and said, “lets go to the restaurants lounge for a quick nightcap.”

The lounge was pretty busy but we managed to find a little table in the corner. I ordered two Martinis and proceeded to kiss my wife. My wife was now definitely letting loose as her soft moans of pleasure were betraying her conservative nature. I slipped my hand down to her thigh and began to gently trace up and down. This time she did not move my hand away. She kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth. Rebecca was feeling the a little more than tipsy. Her insides were aglow with heat and excitement. I slowly undid the bottom button of her dress without her knowing. My hand moved a little higher and I heard a slight whimper. A slow dance came on and I quickly pulled her onto the dance floor.

As we danced and kissed I moved my hands to her ass. Rebecca let me massage her ass for awhile before pulling them up. But I would not be denied! I continued to massage her gorgeous ass through the dress. I kept kissing her ear and whispering, “you’re so hot. Baby I want to fuck you so bad. Feel my cock its so hard.” until she forgot about my hands. Rebecca was tipsy but also turned on. She returned my kiss with a passion that I had never felt. There in front of everyone on the dance floor my wife began to grind her pelvis into my cock. As the dance continued I began to slowly inch up the back of her dress. I did this slowly so that she wouldn’t notice. Always massaging my wife’s round ass until I was finally able to put my hands directly on her ass and pull her into my hardness while giving everyone a clear view of her perfect ass and the thong-panties.

We were on the dance floor and I had my conservative wife’s ass exposed for everyone to see. I was able to slide my hands down closer to her pussy. I could definitely feel a little moisture and a lot heat. She let out a small moan as I slowly ran my finger through the dampness of her sheer thongs. The dance ended and we went back to our table much to the chagrin of the three men that had seen our little show.

At our table we sipped our martinis and kissed. I was now once again working her ear with my tongue. To my utter amazement Rebecca grabbed the back of my neck and held me firm and began to nibble on my ear as she let out small little gasps of air. I knew now was the time. My hand once again found her thigh. I slowly moved my hand higher as I pushed ahead. I knew now that Rebecca was mine and would soon be my slut. As my hand neared her pussy I whispered, “You feel so hot.” She simply let out a low mmmmmm. “You are the hottest piece of ass in this place.” as I pushed her legs apart with my hand. I felt her pussy through her thong and she let out a long low moan. I began to work her clit and could feel her rock back and forth. She was fucking my finger in a packed bar with people watching. I whispered, “I am going to make you cum.” and quickly slid her thong aside for my finger. Rebecca was now lost in the moment. She was now fucking my hand and didn’t give a damn. I took my other hand and undid a couple of the top buttons. I slid my hand inside the dress and found her rock hard nipple. I slid my finger inside her drenched pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Rebecca began to shudder and then proceeded to have the most powerful orgasm I had ever seen. She shouted out loud as she came and then collapsed in my arms. As we were in the corner our show was only seen by a few but I had noticed that the three men had moved closer to get a better look.

My wife needed to get herself together so she headed to the ladies room. As she walked past the table of three men I noticed how they ogled her body. This now led me to part 2 of the plan. I quickly got up and sat down at their table. At first they were surprised as they thought I might have been pissed off at them. I introduced myself as Tony and asked, “Did you guys like what you saw in my wife?” “Hell yes!” and they introduced themselves as Dave, Sammy, and George. “Well if you want to see more tell me a bar nearby that was less crowded?” They suggested a little hole in the wall bar that they were at last night. It wasn’t crowded, it had a pool table, and jukebox and a sexy as can be bartender. I said “perfect. Meet us there in 15 minutes and I’ll introduce you guys to my wife as customers that are here on a convention.” I got up and went back to my table before my wife returned from the bathroom. The three guys got up and rushed out in anticipation of what may lie ahead.

TO BE CONTINUED…………….






Wife Learns To Play Pool
by Alex

My wife Rebecca & I decided to go play pool one evening. Rebecca wore a pair of jeans, a bra that gave her "extra" cleavage and a blouse that showed off her cleavage. I loved it when she showed some of her "stuff" and she knew it.

When we arrived, we picked a table at the back of the room. We had been playing for a while, when the table in front of ours was selected by two guys. We played for a while before I noticed the guys were checking Rebecca out as much as they could. Everytime I would see them looking, they would divert their eyes.

I mentioned to Rebecca that some guys were checking her out and she had to know who. When I let her know who it was, she sort of glanced their way and actually saw one them looking her up and down. As the night progressed, I noticed Rebecca would take her time before making a shot, walking around the table more and finally standing at the end of the table that was nearest to them. I could tell she was enjoying the extra attention she was getting and she was having fun.

At one point Rebecca asked if I was up for a little fun. When I asked what kind of fun, she said she wanted to flirt with the guys some. I told her it was ok with me but the decision was hers. She started off slow by moving closer and closer to them. Finally she asked one of them if they would mind if she sat on one of the bar stools that was between our two tables. They immediately said yes and Rebecca sat down while I was shooting. One of the guys, Bob, starting talking to Rebecca while she was sitting down. It appeared to be normal conversation but Bob was standing next to her. I was wondering why he wasn't sitting in the empty seat but then I noticed that he had a direct line of sight down her blouse.

Here was a guy looking down my wife's blouse and I was getting very aroused. When it was Bob's turn to shoot, his friend Juan, came over and took over where Bob left off. When Rebecca got up to shoot, she looked at me and she had a smile from ear to ear. She missed her shot and immediately went back to her seat and continued the chit chat. She called me over and introduced all of us. With me standing right next to Rebecca , Juan continued to look down at her cleavage.

When I finished off our game, Rebecca looked sad and said that I always win. She asked Juan and Bob and she could play with them. They both said at the same time, that they would love to have her on their table. With that said, Rebeeca moved around to their table and they began playing cutthroat. It was fun watching them talk and on occasion "bump" into each other. I headed toward the bathroom while they were playing. When I came out of the bathroom and started walking towards the tables, I noticed Rebecca was taking a shot but Juan was behind her with his arms around her "helping" her shoot the shot. When I walked up, Rebecca said that Juan and Bob were showing her how to make some shots.

When we were finishing up, Rebecca asked how the guys had gotten so good at pool. They said that they were roommates and that they had a table at their house. She said that we were thinking about getting one but didn't know which kind to look at. Bob stepped in and said that we should come over to their place so we could see theirs. I looked at Rebecca and decided that it would be fun to go over. We accepted and made our way out to the car. I told them that we would follow them.

On the drive, I asked Rebecca if she was sure about going over. She said that the guys turned her own alot but not as much as flirting with them while I was there. I mentioned that they would probably want to do more than flirting when we were at their house and asked if she was up for it. She thought for a minute and then said that if I didn't care, she would love to. I told her to go for it.

When we arrived, Bob and Juan showed us in and escorted us back to their game room. They asked if I wanted to play but I told them I would just watch. They would take turns putting their arms around Rebecca "showing" her how to shoot a certain shot. After a few games, their helping would turn into more. Juan would put his hands on her hips and move her around and occasionally Bob would "accidentaly" brush his hand across her breast.

I could tell that Rebecca was ready to go further and she decided to heat things up. She would hold the stick against her and would look directly at Juan or Bob while moving her hand up and down the stick. She would also line up to where she was facing them and would bend over more than needed to take a shot. The guys were getting full views down her blouse and at her tits.

All of a sudden, Rebecca said that she thought she was good enough to beat either of them in pool. They laughed it off but Rebecca insisted that she could. She "dared" them to play her. They both told Rebecca that they had played for a long time and insisted she wasn't ready yet. She then turned up the heat and said that if they played her and she lost, that she would remove an article of clothing. Bob and Juan looked at me for assurance and I said that it was up to her. They both said yes and they were about to start "strip" pool. Juan was the first one up. He let Rebecca break but didn't want to waste any time. After she broke and missed a shot, Juan ran the table and sunk the 8 ball. He looked at Rebecca and told her it was time to take something off. She looked at him and with one motion removed her blouse. Bob was the next one to play. Rebecca did a little better this game but in the end she lost. Without a word, she removed her jeans and racked the balls for another game.

After two more games, Rebecca was standing completely nude in front of 2 men that we had just met. Rebecca said that was the end of the pool since she didn't have anything else to take off. She started to pick up her clothes to get dressed but Juan made a proposal. He told Rebecca that the games could continue but she would have to bet something other than clothes. She looked at him and said that she didn't have any money to wager. Juan then said that if it was okay with me, that she could wager favors. She looked at him for a second and said, what kind of favors. He said, what else, sexual favors. Rebecca then caught onto what he meant and pondered the thought. She agreed to the new rules and said that if he won, she would suck his cock. Let me tell you, Rebecca didn't even get one shot that game. After sinking the final ball, Juan walked to the side of the table and pulled down his pants. He then hopped up to where he was sitting on the table. He looked over at Rebecca and said that he was ready for his prize. Without a word, Rebecca walked over and removed his shorts. When his cock sprang out, it was already hard. It was about 9 inches long and very thick. Rebecca 's mouth dropped open and all she could do was mumble. True to her word, Rebecca took his cock in her hand and guided her mouth down to it. She then licked up and down his shaft before finally taking his head in between her lips.

As he entered her mouth, Juan let out a moan and put his hands behind Rebecca 's head. He slowly moved her head farther down his shaft until all nine inches were in her mouth. Rebecca can give extremely good head and Juan was finding out. Rebecca began working her mouth up and down his cock. She then put her hand on it and began stroking him while she sucked him. I don't know if the previous activities and gotten to him but Juan didn't last a minute. When he said he was close to cumming, Rebecca let his dick out of her mouth long enough to tell him that she wanted his cum in her mouth. With that said, she swallowed his cock and in no time had Juan ready to explode. Just before he came, she pulled her mouth off and gave Bob and myself an excellent view of Juan's cum shooting in her open mouth.

When he finished spurting, Rebecca took him back in her mouth and licked him clean. After seeing this, Bob jumped up and said that he wanted the same bet. Rebecca looked at him and said that he won the game. Bob sat down in a chair next to me and invited Rebecca over. Rebecca undid his pants and reached in and fished out a cock a little longer than Juan's and just as thick. Rebecca wasted no time in getting his cock in her mouth. I had a great view of watching Bob's big cock going in and out of my wife's mouth. He lasted longer than Juan but in the end, he was given the same treatment. I watched as Bob shot load after load into her waiting mouth. After seeing this, Juan's cock was hard again. She proceeded to lick Bob clean but kept on sucking his cock until he to was hard again.

Rebecca then climbed on the table and got on her hands and knees. She said that she wanted Bob's big cock in her pussy and Juan's sweet tasting cock back in her mouth. Both of the guys hopped up on the table and almost instantly, Juan had his cock at her lips. Bob got behind Rebecca and put his cock at her pussy lips. Both of them shot each other a look and at the same time inserted their cocks into Rebecca . I was watching Rebecca take a cock in her pussy and her mouth at the same time. My cock was so hard that I couldn't take it anymore. I released my fly and pulled out my cock. I sat there stroking it as Bob and Juan were fucking Rebecca from both ends. They fucked her for about an hour before they both said they were ready to cum again. When Rebecca heard this, she moved around taking the cocks out of her and laid down on her back. She then told the guys to bring their cocks to her face. She took turns sucking each cock until they were about to explode. She then started jacking both of them until they came in unison. She aimed their cocks toward her mouth and took both of their offering's in her mouth at the same time.

After getting cleaned up, Rebecca said that we had to go. I told her that I needed some of what she had just given Bob and Juan. She said she would take care of me later. We said our goodbyes and headed for home. Rebecca looked at me and said it was later. She then gave me a great blowjob on our way to the house. Just like Juan and Bob, she took all of my cum down her throat. When we arrived home, we fucked for hours, all the while talking about what had happened.

We still see Bob and Juan frequently but Rebecca isn't getting much better in pool.


The Dance
by Alex


It was their eighth anniversary, and the first time they'd been out together dancing in so many years that neither remembered the last time. Not that they led a boring life or anything..., they just hadn't danced. The lessons were really weird at first. A bunch of losers trying to impress each other. Alex and Rebecca almost quit the first night, but their voyeuristic curiosity made them stay to watch the weirdo's. Stan became their favorite. What a real geek! thirty-something with the maturity of a middle-schooler. He probably hadn't had a date in his life, but now... Dance Fever here he comes.

Rebecca actually felt sorry for him (hell the truth is Alex dared her to do it) and danced with Stan on some of the couples dances. Now he's sure that Rebecca loves him secretly as much as he loves her! Jim and Laura were their favorite couple. Although they didn't need anyone else to admire them! Their closest friend was the large mirror on the north wall of the room. But turns out there were also plenty of really nice couples that were there to enjoy each other, the music, and maybe get a little exercise.

Anyway, after four months of lessons, Alex & Rebecca were back to the dancing finesse of their early dating years. And, had selected their anniversary to enjoy the moment. The restaurant had been a little costly with only average cuisine. But the club room was magnificent and the band exceptionally good. The couple had the complimentary champagne, along with more attention to their anniversary than Alex would have liked, then went out on the floor for the first romantic slow dance. Three dances, of various types, later they returned to their secluded table and exchanged leftover, stale bubbly for real drinks. The room had darkened some while they'd been on the dance floor and the privacy allowed a very passionate kiss between the two lovers.

"I love you so much!" Alex looked deeply into Rebecca 's eyes as he spoke.

"I love you more!" Rebecca smiled as she started the (who loves who more) duel that they had so often played. "But I REALLY love that!" Rebecca 's playful smile slowly turned into a passionate one as she felt Alex's hands run up under her skirt towards her crotch. It was fairly dark now and would have been impossible for anyone to see what hands were doing under the table.

"And I REALLY love doing it." Alex whispered as he continued to caress his beautiful wife's thighs. Before composing himself he slid one finger under the elastic of Rebecca 's thong panties to confirm her state of arousal by the wetness of her vagina. "And I REALLY love this," as Alex spoke he licked the wetness from his finger as he moved his glass to his mouth. Nobody could possibly know what was going on but the two lovers, and this made the moment even more special.

They danced so many dances, number and types, that they had lost track of time. Lost in their own world they were almost startled by the interruption, "May I ask for the next dance?" Standing by their table was a man about ten years younger than them. He was about Alex's height and weight but very different in every other way. He had black hair, brown eyes, a mustache that was very neatly trimmed. And he was dressed very well.Alex, at first, was a little defensive but looking at this man's friendly smile made him relax a bit. "I'm sorry if I'm out of line..., I just couldn't help notice how well you two dance..., and my wife doesn't like to... anyway, she suggested I ask you. Sorry if I've butted in or anything."

He turned to walk away when Rebecca spoke quickly. "No, no, you weren't out of line, it just caught us off guard." Then, turning her face to Alex, "Do you mind honey?"

Alex was still a little unsure but smiled and nodded agreement. This dance turned out to be a little on the fast side and Alex noticed that the guy was pretty good. Alex also noticed that the guy's eyes kept going to a particular table with a very attractive young lady, who was sitting alone, watching the dancing couples every move and smiling. When the dance ended they returned to Alex's table. "Honey, this is Joe. Joe this is my husband Alex." Alex stood and reached across the table to shake hands with Joe.

"Glad to meet you Alex, and thanks for sharing your wonderful wife with me!"

Joe's manner won Alex, and Alex replied warmly. "You too, and yes, she is wonderful. Doesn't your date dance?"

"No, she's not my date, she's my wife, and no, she doesn't like to dance either. We've been married for twelve years and that's the only real incompatibility we've got. But she lets me dance with others on occasion."

"Well, I certainly enjoyed helping out." Rebecca gave Joe a little hug as she spoke, then moved the chair to sit back down. Joe helped with the chair, excused himself after once again thanking Rebecca for the dance, and went back to his table.

"Nice looking fellow" Alex spoke with a mock tone of jealousy.

"Yea, and a pretty good dancer too." Rebecca 's tone showed Alex that she was enjoying the situation, but who wouldn't enjoy the attention of a younger man, who happened to be about the best looking man in the crowded building except for her husband.

They danced several more dances and enjoyed each others bodies, under the table, between dances. Joe made no further attempts to interrupt, although each time Rebecca looked at his table, Joe was watching her and Alex dancing. Rebecca would smile each time she and Joe made eye contact and was actually starting to feel disappointed that he'd not asked her for another dance. Alex finally noticed this and said "Hey, why don't you go ask him?"

"I couldn't! If he wants to dance again, he'd ask."

"Maybe, he doesn't want to interfere in our evening, and he thinks we want to be alone." Alex had a point. Joe had seemed like a very considerate fellow, and maybe he didn't want to be intrusive.

"Yea, maybe so?" Jan was looking towards Joe's table as she spoke. At the same moment Joe had glanced at her table and Rebecca took the opportunity to signal him. Swirling her finger in the air, mimicking dancing circles, Joe smiled broadly, leaned over to his wife apparently getting permission, then quickly walked towards Alex & Rebecca 's table. The band started playing a fast song as he walked and Rebecca got up and met him on the dance floor.

This time Alex was much more comfortable watching the two dance. The song lasted a long time, (it must have been the band's favorite as they stretched it out), and gave Alex time to explore his imagination. He looked over at the table with Joe's wife sitting alone. She was really pretty, and pretty young. She was intently watching Joe and Rebecca dancing and oblivious to the rest of the world. Alex imagined what it might be like to make love to her, while Joe and Rebbeca made love beside them. Then Alex moved his head to again watch his wife and Joe dance. His fantasy had lasted longer than he realized for now they were slow dancing. He'd been in such a deep quick fantasy he'd not noticed the song change. He watched as the two danced closer and closer together. It was starting to really arouse him to see Rebecca pressing her body into this near-stranger.

He glanced at Joe's wife but couldn't read her reaction, he assumed she too was getting turned-on and thinking about a little extra-marital experimentation with Alex. They would dance some more, then the four would leave together. Joe and his wife would invite Alex & Rebecca to their house, where their custom is NO CLOTHING at home. The four naked people would then get into Joe's hot-tub. Of course Rebecca would sit by Joe and his wife (what is her name?) would naturally sit by Alex. "Are you OK?" Rebecca 's voice broke Alex 's trance. "Oh sure, yea sure, I'm alright. Just thinking of something." Rebecca sat down and reached under the table, ran her hand up Alex's leg to the bulge..., "Well, I'll bet I know which gutter your thoughts were in." She smiled wickedly as she pinched his dick through his pants.

Rebecca then asked Alex if he'd like to dance just as a slow dance started. They moved to the dance floor, cautiously concealing ALex's erection and then molded together utilizing the erection for mutual pleasure. After this dance, Alexsuggested they have another drink to "mitigate the tension" before continuing with fast dancing. After another drink, and many more dances, Joe was but forgotten and Alex and Rebecca were having a wonderful time. "This will be the last set." The band leader made his statement just as they started playing a favorite dance song of Alex &Rebecca . While they were dancing they noticed that Joe and his wife were also on the floor. "I guess she's had enough liquid confidence to give it a try." Alex whispered in Rebecca 's ear.

"Yea, guess so. And you know? She's not that bad." Rebecca commented as she, sort of jealously watched Joe and his wife.

"Would you like to dance one more with him?" Alex looked seriously at Rebecca then continued. "It's fine, and it looks like his wife is very uncomfortable on the floor and might appreciate it."

"Well, yea, I'd like to, but let's make sure she isn't going to."

"Ok, let's go back to the table to let him know you're available. But the last dances are mine!"

"Absolutely sweety! I always save the best for last!" Rebecca and Alexwent back towards their table but, before sitting down, Rebecca whispered that she needed to go to the ladies room. Alex said, he too, could use a quick intermission. As Rebecca headed towards the hall that led to the restroom, Alex headed quickly out the front door to the car in the parking lot.

"Where exactly is the men's room?" Rebecca had a curious look on her face when Alex finally returned.

"Outside. Can you believe a classy place like this doesn't have indoor men's rooms?" Alex grinned broadly and Rebecca knew he was up to something. The band started to get ready for the last set. The lights in the club were reduced even more than they had previously been. Alex leaned across the table towards Rebecca, who also leaned in for a long kiss over the table.

Rebecca could feel Alex's hands under the table, and her skirt, and it felt wonderful. She could feel his hand working it's way privately up until it was holding the elastic of her, now fairly wet, panties aside exposing her vagina. Then she felt as his other hand moved a finger into her. She moaned through their kiss at the wonderful feeling of slight penetration.

Then, without warning, and without time to protest, she felt the egg shaped device slip quickly into her wetness. "What! what did you do..., you didn't...," Then Rebecca felt the device jump to life within her. "You did!" Rebecca at first felt a bit of anger, then that tale-tale smile replaced the frown. The feeling stopped as suddenly as it had started because Alex had only clicked the remote on and off once. Before any explanation, concern, or argument, could start, Joe was standing by the table asking for one last dance before leaving the anniversary couple alone for the rest of the evening.

Alex smiled broadly and accepted for Rebecca awho wasn't quite able to talk yet. The band started a very slow song as Alex watched Joe and Rebecca go to the floor. They danced a little closer even than before. Joe's wife was watching closely, she was also obviously aware of their extra closeness. About half way through the dance Rebecca 's knees seemed to give way but Joe caught her. "Are you ok?" Joe seemed sincerely concerned.

"Yea, sure..., just tired knees I guess." Rebecca looked towards Alex and grinned her apparent approval. Alex now waited a minute 'till the couple was once again relaxed. This time, with the reostat on the slowest setting he again switched the remote on. Rebecca looked at Alex again and nodded approval. Then she leaned even closer to Joe. Alex worked the remote in unison with the couple's dancing and in tune with Rebecca 's eye signals.

When the dance ended Joe brought Rebecca back to her table, thanked both Alex & Rebecca for allowing him to share her, then left. "You know, he never knew I was having an orgasm." Rebecca looked at Alex with the cutest wicked smile he'd ever seer from her. "I'm glad it was good! I was really apprehensive when I got the idea, but I'm glad it worked well."

The couple again kissed across the table and Rebecca felt the now-familiar vibration start again. "Hey buster! Enough now! Let's get out of here and find a place where we can let loose and yell..., and buck, and..., well, let's get going!"





Guilty Pleasures



I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't really

believe I'm living the two lives I'm living right now, either.

In my first life, I'm a happily married, 35-year old wife and mother

and a very successful attorney working for one of the Delaware Valley's top

firms. I'm smart, good-looking, eat right, exercise, and have a body that

my critical eye says still looks pretty damn good in a small two-piece

swimsuit. In my second life, I am a wanton slut that will do whatever my

young-stud lover wants me to do.

Scott, my lover, is 21 years old and works at our firm doing odd jobs,

delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc. By all definitions of the

word, he is a "hunk." He works out and his body is rock-hard. Brown eyes,

beautiful black hair, and the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man.

I am very much the professional in the office, but at office

luncheons, softball games, and parties, I am a outrageous flirt. I just

can't help it. At first, Scott was the perfect target for my flirting:

good-looking, young, single, and very aware of my status and position in

the office. He was always fun to tease, always a good sport -- until a

Christmas party at a partner's house.

In the holiday mood and feeling safe with my husband, Phil, at my

side, I had been merciless flirting with Scott all evening. Later in the

evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom when a hand grabbed my

arm and pulled me into a bedroom. It was Scott.

"Come here, you cockteaser." He hissed, as he closed the bedroom door behind us.

I didn't say a word because I assumed he was now kidding me in return,

or maybe he had had just a little too much to drink.

His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through the green

velvet of my dress. His fingers found my braless nipples and they hardened to his touch.

"No, Scott! What do you think you're doing? My husband is downstairs!"

"I'm breaking a cockteaser. In my neighborhood we know how to deal

with cockteasers, and you are the worst I have ever met. When I'm through

with you, you won't tease me anymore."

His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so beyond

anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and had to suppress

a nervous giggle. But at the same time, the whole situation was turning me

on. I didn't fear for my safety, because of the setting and that it was

Scott, and I knew he would never hurt me. Still, the roughness was causing

me to respond. Phil, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never

talked to me or felt me the way Scott was. This was new and exciting. I

fell back almost willingly when Scott pushed me back on to the bed.

"Scott! Stop it! Are you crazy?" I was protesting, but I was also

keeping my voice low.

Scott ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock.

He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled down my pantyhose and, instead of

removing my panties, he merely pulled the elastic crotch far enough to the

side to slide that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet cunt and I

started the best orgasm of my life on his second stroke.

When he came, he pulled out and stood up. I sat up and smiled at him,

"Wow! I really can't believe that happened, Scott. It was great, but I

can't believe I just cheated on my husband!"

Scott grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his still-hard

cock, "Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean."

I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then

licking our juices from its length.

As I was working on his cock, Scott said, "Do you know why cockteasers

tease? Because they are really sluts and that's the only way they know how

to ask for it the way they want it - hard and fast."

I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that much

attention to what he was saying. Finally, when he was clean, he returned

his meat into his pants and zipped up. He walked out of the bedroom

without another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself and returned

to the party, he was gone.

That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex. I didn't

know it then, but Scott had given me something I could no longer live

without. Until Scott took me on that bed, I never knew sexual excitement

like that existed. I had never been that aroused, and I wanted more.

....................

At work the following Monday, Scott followed me to my car and demanded

a blow job. There was never any question of doing what he said to do. I

vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release and satisfaction, and

wanted more.

I gave Scott his blow job, and that became the daily ritual. Every

afternoon, in my $400 business suits, I'd be sucking on my stud's hot cock

as his hands roamed over and in my body. He'd fill my mouth with cum, and

watch me swallow it, and then I'd lick him clean, drive home and be the

perfect wife and mother.

On Friday afternoon, Scott gave me his address and told me to be there

by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to tell Phil that I was preparing

for a trial, which always entailed extra hours at the office.

When I arrived at Scott's, he pointed me to the bedroom and told me to

undress. For the next three hours I was held in the most wonderful state

of sexual awareness in my life! Scott tired this girl out!

His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body. I became a

slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me until my release was

about to explode, and then back off - he drove me crazy and into ecstasy.

He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin asshole. He sucked my

nipples and toes and fingers and clit. He massaged my legs and back and

breasts and my pussy.

Phil had been the only other man to make love to me and he couldn't

compare to Scott. I didn't want the afternoon to end. I wanted Scott to

fuck me for days.

I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Scott around

the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time, next Saturday, slut."

"I'll be here."

"See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut."

"I'll be waiting, Scott."

It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following Saturday

was even better than the first! Scott was so young and strong and

aggressive. The more he demanded from me, the more I responded and

enjoyed. But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait another

long week between Scott's fucks. Every night, during our garage blow jobs,

I begged Scott to let me visit him. Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I

stayed until midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed. Driving

home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no longer in

control of all aspects of my life -- I was physically and sexually addicted

to Scott.

........................

On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't alone when I arrived.

"This is my friend, Sean," smiled Scott.

I said hello to Sean and the three of us talked for a while. I

couldn't wait for him to leave, so Scott and I could get on with the

fucking! I get hot just being close to Scott.

Scott patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told Sean

you'd give him a blow job, before he left."

"No, Scott, I can't do that." I couldn't understand why Scott would

say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me.

"Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck

out of here. No more fun times with me."

I knew Scott was serious. I'm embarrassed to admit I thought about it

for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give up Scott's pleasures so easily.

"Okay, Scott, I'll do as you ask."

With a huge grin, Sean led me into the bedroom and sat on the edge of

the bed. I opened his belt and trousers and pulled them down to his

shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor, between his legs, and wrapped my lips

around his cock, feeling it grow and harden inside my wet mouth.

Before Sean came, Scott entered the bedroom. He was naked and seemed

to enjoy watching me fuck Sean with my mouth. His dick was hard and I

reached for it with my hand as Sean exploded in my mouth.

I'm sure you guessed that Sean didn't leave, and the next several

hours had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at the same time. It

became obvious that Scott's favorite position was pounding his cock into

me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Sean's cock.

My body was sore and tired as I drove home from Scott's apartment. I

couldn't believe that, up until about 4 weeks ago, only my husband had ever

made love to me, and that day I had been used and abused by two young

studs. I wondered why I didn't have regrets or more guilt.

.........................

The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten kinkier and

kinkier. I continued to go to Scott's place almost every Saturday for the

next couple of months. Most days Scott was alone, but Sean did show up

occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each time.

In late March, Scott told me to get there a little early and when I

did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It was a skirt, too short for

anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low and wide in the front, and very high heels.

"Put these on, Patti. I'm having some friends over to watch

basketball, and you're going to be our waitress."

I definitely didn't like the sound of that, after my experience with

Sean. "Scott, please don't make me do this. I don't want to entertain

your friends -- just you. I'll wear this outfit for you."

Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand. "No problem, Patti. You know

the rule -- you do what I ask, or we don't play anymore. It's that simple.

You wear this for my friends or you go home and don't ever come back."

An hour later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more make-up than I

have since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to Scott, Sean and three

friends. My tits, ass and pussy were being grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed

and fingered at every opportunity. I was pulled down on to laps for feels

and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock and told me

to sit on it.

Of course, and as usual, all this mistreatment had really turned me on

and I was only too happy to position myself in his lap, facing him, pulling

my short skirt up, and slowing lowering my hot, wet cunt onto his cock. He

pulled my top over my head and began to attack my tits with his mouth and hands.

That started the party in ernest. After that first fuck, I moved from

lap to lap, fucking and blowing the five guys as fast as they could shoot

their load and get hard again.

I was having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an attractive,

willing woman available to take care of their animal urges, these guys were

crude and rude and gross. One guy had me lie down on the coffee table as

he poured beer on my tits and pussy and lapped it up. Another guy pulled

his cock out of my mouth as he started to come, and shot his warm, sticky

jism on my tits, and then lifted each one up to my mouth so he could watch

me lick his cum off my nipples.

Sean laid on his back on the floor and had me mount his cock. Another

guy, Dave, stood over Sean and I sucked his prick into my mouth. Within a

few minutes, a third guy walked over and stood watching. I reached for his

erect penis and jerked it off until he shot his cum all over my face. The

sight of the cum must have been enough for Sean and Dave, because they both

came within seconds of each other.

For 2 hours, to the hoots, cat-calls, cheering and whistles, I

serviced their cocks. They were no longer men to me, only jerking,

pumping, shooting cocks. And I loved every minute of it.

Scott must have realized how exhausting the whole thing had been for

me, because about 2 hours after starting, he told me to get dressed and to

go home. I left, blowing kisses to everyone's moans and groans because I was leaving.

When I got home, the kids were still at the roller rink and Phil was

napping. Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and made my way to the

shower. I smelled like a whore house next to a brewery.

I was shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and Phil stepped

in wearing a smile and a hard-on. My guess was that he woke from his nap

with an erection and wanted me to do something about it. Without a word, I

leaned back against the wall and let my husband walk his cock up inside me.

When he came, I thought about him adding one more gooey load to the 10 or

12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I had my most intense orgasm

of my action-packed day.

.............................

After the party, things got back to "normal" for a while. Everyday

after work, I give Scott a blow job. He lets me visit him about one

weeknight every two weeks and almost every Saturday. Sean is usually there

on Saturdays, and sometimes, Dave also shows up. It doesn't matter to me

whether it's 1 or 2 or 3 -- I service them all -- letting them do whatever

they want to me.

Last week was the ultimate demand by Scott. After work, he handed me

a bag and told me to come to his apartment at 10:00pm that night, wearing a

lot of make-up and the contents of the bag. I told him that it was

impossible for me to get out that late on a Friday night. Scott told me to

be there or else say goodbye, and then he walked away.

Lucky for me, Phil is a trusting individual. I know I abuse that

trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out with some

women from the office for a bachelorette party. I didn't know then how

close to the truth I was.

I parked outside of Scott's and looked in the bag. All that was in it

was a black garterbelt, black stockings and black high heels. It wasn't

easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on in the car, fixed my extra

make-up in the visor mirror, and put on my raincoat.

Music was blasting through Scott's apartment door and I had to knock

several times. Finally, Scott opened the door and held up a finger for me

to wait. He turned back into the apartment and announced, "The

entertainment's here. Get the groom ready!"

More yells from inside followed. Scott curled his finger for me to

step inside. His livingroom was full of men. Beer cans were everywhere

and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the center of the room was a

goodlooking guy sitting in a desk chair, with his hands behind him.

Scott took my hand and led me into the room, "Gentlemen. This is the

Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know what I mean. The

rest of you -- well, hold on to your balls!

"Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Gary, requested that I not get a

stripper for the party. It seems he didn't want to risk any hanky-panky

the night before his wedding. He wants to remain pure!

"I didn't think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so here's

what happens. Gary is tied in his chair and gets to watch what he could

have had, because....." Scott opened my raincoat and threw it out of the

room, "...the Sex Machine is here!"

For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the 12 guys there.

Everybody except Gary had me at least twice, and every time it was no more

than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs. It wasn't long after I started,

that Gary began to beg to be released. I tempted him with my tits and ass

and snatch, but Scott refused to release him.

Finally, when things slowed down, Scott asked everyone if Gary should

be allowed to change his mind. Most of his friends booed the idea, but

Scott said he'd let Gary go if he earned it. We tried thinking of a

challenge for Gary, when I felt the cum dripping down my thighs from my

overused and overflowing pussy. I suggested that before Gary could fuck

me, he had to eat me clean. Gary didn't hesitate.

I laid down in the center of the room, where the men could see their

cum over and in my pussy. Scott untied Gary and he fell on top of me,

diving into my cunt. The room burst into cheers as I came and came.

At last, Gary dropped his pants and shoved his meat up inside my

sloppy cunt. He came in only a few strokes and collapsed on top of me.

I rolled Gary off and stood on wobbly legs. Scott wrapped my raincoat

around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and said there was a

present for me in my pockets.

I sat in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips and cunt felt

like I had just given birth. My mouth and jaw felt like I had spent hours

in a dentist's chair. My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed

teeth marks. I asked myself, "What the hell was I doing?"

When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to the bedroom.

All was quiet.

Then, I remembered my "gift" from Scott and checked my pockets. In

each was a video tape. I couldn't imagine why Scott would give me a tape,

so I put one in the VCR and hit "PLAY."

I couldn't believe it! It was a tape of this evening's festivities

and I never noticed anyone filming! I wondered what Phil would think if he

saw them? I popped the tape out and hid them in my closet.

As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved to tell

Scott no more parties. One-on-one with him, only. I just don't know what

I'm going to do if he says "no way, slut."

Rape
By alex


I'm walking down the street; it's a quiet night. Not too many people around. I didn't hear the footsteps behind me until it was too late. Two arms wrapped around me, one around my head with a hand clamping down on my mouth, the other arm around my neck. I felt something cold against my neck. I saw something there with the streetlight shining on it, and I assumed it was a knife.

I heard a voice saying to me, "Be real quiet, and I won't have to use it." I didn't quite understand the statement, but I nodded just to be on the safe side.

I was being pulled into a van parked right beside us, and I realized something was going to happen. Inside the van, I was pinned down on my stomach, and my hands and feet were hog-tied together. After that my abductor put some old smelly what I thought was a rag in my mouth, and taped it shut. Next, my eyes were blindfolded, so tight, that the knot in the blindfold pulled hard on my hair.

He got up, started the van, and drove off. The van had a loud engine, so I couldn't hear much else. My hands and feet started to go numb. The tape around my mouth made it hard for me to breathe. I had my head turned off to the side, to help me breathe, but that made my neck hurt bad. So, I had to alternate between not being able to breathe, and straightening out. I started feeling a little dizzy. My mind was going too, trying to think how I was going to get out of this. I wasn't going to go without a fight.

Every time the van would come to a stop, or slow down, I would think, "Ok, here's my chance, I'm going to escape or die trying." But, it always seems like it must be a stop light or stop sign. I'm losing my reality. It all seems so surreal. Is this really happening, or is this a dream?

It seemed like forever, but we finally arrived. My only sense that I haven't been deprived of, is smell, and that is clouded with this dinky cloth that is in my mouth. But, through that, I think I smell pine. So, I must be near or in the woods.

The van stopped, and he got out of the driver's door. I hear him walking off, and I hear a door open and shut not too far away. Then it was quiet. I can't hear anything except for my heart. I think it's beating so hard, that it's going to break through my chest.

I'm trying to concentrate on what to do next, but concentration is getting hard. I can't breathe too well, I'm in the most uncomfortable position I've ever been in, and I'm in my living hell. I was deep in thought when the van door slid open.

"Enjoy your ride?" Which actually sounded like gibberish to me. I feel the tie that has my hands and feet yanked on, and I realize that is how he plans on carrying me. Like bringing in a grocery bag.

I'm being brought inside somewhere. It doesn't smell bad in here, actually quite nice. It's a big open space, I can tell that. UMMMMMMMMmmmmppphhhh!!! He let go of me, and I dropped on the ground. It sent a searing pain up my back.

He seemed to make the cutting of my binds a ritual that I could understand, because I could hear the knife twang as he cut me loose. My arms and legs fell down with relief. Lying there on my stomach, he grabs me by the hair and starts dragging me to another room. He throws me in, slams and locks the door. I curl up into a ball and kind of scoot to the wall behind me. I hold my legs in my arms as I shiver, and think of what I can do.

Now that I have my arms and legs I can fight. So, the next time he comes into the room, I'll be ready. But, these binds around my head, I'll need to take them off first. I start working on the gag, because that one is making me sick. I look for the ending of the tape, pull it loose, take of the tape and spit out the rag. It was dirty old oil rag. I start to cough, needing to breathe, but needing to be quiet. Next, I lifted the blindfold over my head, and tried to work the knot loose. It was tight, so, I opted to just pull it, and my hair out.

Just in time, I can hear footsteps down the hall, which is surprising; my heart is still beating hard. I race quietly next to the door. I stand there, waiting for the door to open, and he kept walking. Damn, he didn't come in.

About an hour or so later, he did come in. I was right next to the door waiting for him. He walks in, and I hit him in the nose, hard. It starts to bleed. I ran out as fast as I could. I found a door, but it was locked. I would have to have a key to get out. He's closing in, but I see a window. I run over to the window, hit it with the side of my fist as hard as I could. Shards of glass went into my arm, but I didn't care, as I was trying to jump through the window, he grabbed me. I slammed down on the ground, and hit my head on the corner of the side table.

I woke up groggy, my mind is very foggy. My arms, one of them throbbing, are tied up behind me, my legs are tied up below me. I'm fully dressed, but there is a chill in the air. All I know right now is that I'm scared. Nothing else is coming to my mind. I can't remember how I got here, why I am in this position, but I do know that this isn't right.

The door opens, he walks in, I see my abductor. It looks like his nose is broken, but I don't remember breaking it. He tells me that I'm going to pay for breaking his nose.

He walks up to me, displaying a knife with a big blade. He asks if I remember this knife. It will become my friend, or my enemy; it depends on how I behave. He reaches forward with the knife, and starts cutting away my top. Total fear runs through me. I try kicking at him, but forget that my legs are bound. He sees this and just smiles. He methodically cuts away my top, along the seams, so he doesn't need to free my arms to take it completely off. My pants are a little bit harder, so he walks over to a dresser, opens the top drawer, and pulls out a pair of scissors. He carefully cuts through them, leaving my panties on.

I'm lying there, cold, naked except for bra and underwear, all exposed. He runs the knife along my face, smiling as he does this. Runs it down my neck, and circling my breasts with the tip. His knife gets caught in the material, and he uses that as his cutting point. His knife is sharp, because it cuts through the material like butter. He stops, leaving the rest of the bra untouched, and runs the knife down my belly towards my underwear.

He places the knife flat against my body, under my panties, and cuts. He does that with the other side. He makes a play at ripping them off of me.

He comes back up to my face with the knife, runs it down my neck, takes a strap of the bra, and slices it off. He does the same with the other side. It is so cold that my nipples are at attention. He runs the knife over my nipples and it makes them harder, shrivel more. He seems to like that.

He starts to undress, and when his pants are off, I can see his hard on through his underwear. I am starting to feel the gravity of my situation, and start to retreat in my mind. He pulls out his hard on and wants to enter me. My legs are as together as my binds will let them be. He asks me to open my legs further, but I don't understand him. He takes the point of the knife and pokes me with it. The sharp pain makes my legs open instantly.

He's smiling as he enters me. I start coming back, and ask him to stop. He just laughs and thrusts deeper inside of me. I spit in his face, but I think he liked it. As he is thrusting in me, he keeps the knife at my neck. Each time he thrusts, I can feel the blade cutting into me. I must have total fear in my eyes, because he keeps looking at me and smiling.

Before he releases in me, he pulls out, stands back up, and puts his cock in my mouth. I start to gag instantly, but he likes that, and pulls my head harder onto his cock. He starts fucking my mouth like a wild man. It's gagging me so bad, that I can't breathe and right after he shoots his load in me, I pass out.

I awake with the knife poking at me again. He's poking it in my breasts, down my stomach and all around my pubic area. It hurts, but at least he's not cutting me with it.

My arm still hurts, but it is feeling better. I try looking at it, and realize that I am tied in a bed. I am in a much better position, and I can see that he sewed up my arm, took care of it quite nicely, in fact, and it isn't infected.

He comes into the room with a tray of food. He tells me that I haven't eaten in three days, and that it's time that I do. He tells me not to worry about poison in the food, because he isn't done with me, and he wants to keep me around.

I tell him I'm not hungry and he sits down on the side of the bed, with the tray, and starts to force the food in my mouth. He's telling me that he likes the fact that I have moxie, but eating is a priority in life. If I don't eat, then I won't have the strength to leave here. With my fucked up mind, that made sense, and I started to eat. I was starving; I ate all my food and asked for more. He told me no, that I would eat again tomorrow.

What seemed like an eternity must've been about an hour, he comes back in the room. He tells me that his wife called from Detroit and would be coming home sooner than he expected. He wanted one last game with me.

He reached in the dresser drawer and pulled out another knife. He told me that this one will never be my friend. He undressed and came over to me, using the knife to once again intimidate me. My mind was too far gone for much intimidation, and that made him mad. He wanted me to do as he said, or he will cut me. I didn't know what that meant. So he ran the knife along my neck and told me that he was going to slit my neck from ear to ear if I didn't cooperate. Was I smart enough to understand that? I just nodded.

He untied me, turned me on my stomach, and tied me back up. He played with his cock all around my ass and legs, trying to entice me. At this point, with my mind as fucked up as it was, my body started to take over and betray me. As he's rubbing his cock all over me, I start to buck my hips up, feeling the need for him to fuck me. He finally puts his cock inside my pussy. He says he likes this position the best it gives him full penetration. He lifts my ass further in the air, holds onto my hips and starts pounding his cock into my pussy.

My body still betraying me, I start meeting his thrusts. The harder he pounded me, the more I would thrust into him. We were going at it like wild animals. I could feel him harden more than he had before, and I knew he was close to orgasm. My orgasm was building, and I wanted to finger my clit to make it more intense, but I was tied up. With my orgasm building, and his imminent, I let out a deceiving moan. He liked that, and he started to cum in me. I loved the feeling of him cumming in me that I, too came, harder than I ever had.

I lay back down, with him still on top of me and in me, and said, "Thanks honey, next time it's your turn..;-)..."



Learning
by Alex

He caught sight of her in the midst of a busy throng of mall shoppers. She was alone, and looked small and fragile in that sea of people. A man rushed by her in the other direction causing her to stumble and she apologized to him uncertainly.

He smiled. She was perfect.

She looked up and saw him watching her. He was tall, dark, and muscular. He looked straight at her and his gaze was so piercing that she stopped in the middle of the throng of shoppers, held motionless by the power in his eyes. His eyes twinkled as though he was amused. He looked her slowly up and down, appraising her. Then he gave his head a little flick towards the hallway where the phones and restrooms were and vanished down the hall without looking back.

He wanted her to follow him. He had ordered her to follow. She meant to keep walking, but somehow she found herself drawn down the hallway after him. Before she knew it she had ducked inside, away from the other shoppers and into the deserted hallway.


At first it looked like no one was there. She walked uncertainly forward, then stopped and turned. He was there, behind her, leaning against the wall. Saying nothing, he took her and pushed her into the corner. She felt the wall against her back and his arms on either side of her, trapping her. He looked at her intensely for a moment. When he finally moved his movements were cocky and deliberate as though he were testing her. He stroked his finger against her cheek and took a lock of her hair and breathed in its scent. Then he traced his finger down her neck to her breast. Her nipple was poking through the thin material of her cotton summer dress and he ran his finger around it lightly.

She drew in her breath. She wanted to object, to push his hand away and leave. Who was this stranger to touch her the way he was doing? Who did he think he was? She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he put his finger under her chin and closed her mouth, raising her face to look into her eyes. He seemed to be staring deep inside her, learning her most private secrets. Again she saw the power in his eyes.

She felt her resolve draining away. She could not tell this man what to do. He could do anything he wanted with her. She felt arousal stirring between her legs.

He spoke for the first time. His voice was soft but dangerous and as he talked his hands roamed over her body, touching her as though it were his right.

He said, "I can see into your soul. You are unhappy. Lonely. You have desires that no one has ever fulfilled. You crave submission and discipline, but you don’t know where to find them or how to ask for them. You feel guilty for your desires, so you hide them. You need a man, a real man, to teach you how to be a woman. To take possession of you, body and soul. To command you. To control you." He paused and cocked his head mockingly. "Am I right, little girl?" His roving hands stopped on her breasts and he squeezed them firmly.

She swallowed. She was beginning to get very scared. She wanted desperately to tear free and run back down the hallway to safety. But his words had aroused her unbelievably. She could feel moisture seeping into her panties. She did not tear free and run, but instead pressed herself back into the corner, almost holding her breath to keep from revealing how his words were making her quiver. He smiled and spoke again.

"Go into the ladies room. Take off your panties and your bra. Bring them out and give them to me." He stood back to allow her to pass.

He was testing her to see if she’d obey. She wanted to refuse. I should tell him he can’t treat me this way, she said to herself. I should slap his face and tell him that I won’t be ordered around. She steeled herself to resist him – but somehow found herself obeying his command. Without looking at him, she squeezed past him and went into the ladies room. She went into a stall and took off her panties and bra. Then she balled them up in her small fist and brought them out to where he was waiting. She went to him, took a deep breath, and uncertainly held out her hand. She could not look him in the eye.

He took the silky garments and examined them, a smile on his face. He sniffed her lacy panties, smelling her arousal. Then he slipped the underwear into his coat pocket and looked at his prize, the slender girl standing nervously before him.

"So you’re naked under that dress now, are you baby?" He asked her. She swallowed. She hated the way he patronized her and she hated the way it was turning her on. She resolved not to answer, but in spite of her resolve she found herself whispering,

"Yes."

"You will call me sir."

"What?" she answered uncertainly. He grabbed her and spun her around, pressing her up against the wall. He slapped her ass hard and she jumped.

"You heard me," he spoke into her ear.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl." He let her go and she turned around. She cast her eyes down, unwilling to meet his gaze, but she felt his eyes roaming over her body, appraising her. At last she couldn’t stand it anymore and she peeked up at him. He looked straight into her eyes, the hint of a superior grin on his lips. She looked quickly down again. He laughed.

"You’re trembling. Are you scared of me, little one?"

"I’m terrified, sir."

"You should be. Pull up your dress and let me see your pretty little pussy." She swallowed and did as she was told, slowly drawing the clingy cotton material up her firm tanned thighs until her sex was just visible. He stroked the neatly trimmed hair.


"This has to go. I want you perfectly smooth and defenseless for me." His finger traveled lower, probing in her secret places. He slid a finger into her pussy and pulled it out, dripping with her arousal. She gasped. He smiled mockingly.

"Why, what do we have here? Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a very naughty little girl you must be. Your pussy is soaking wet. Now why is that, you dirty girl?"

"I don’t know sir." His finger teased her clit and she shivered. He laughed.

"Oh, yes you do. Tell me." His voice stayed soft, threatening underneath its teasing exterior.

"Because…because I’m so…so turned on…sir"

"Oh really? And why is my little slut so horny?"

"Because…you’re so…powerful…"

"You like to feel my power over you?"

"Yes sir…"

"You like to feel controlled?

"Yes…"

"And helpless?"

"Oh…yes…sir" She couldn’t believe what this man was doing to her. She’d always had fantasies about being dominated by a man but she had always told herself that she could not bring her fantasies into her real life. It wasn’t healthy, she said to herself, and let it go at that. Now this man so tall and strong before her was forcing her fantasies into reality. And she was letting it happen…even loving it…not that she had any choice. She felt moisture drip down her thigh.

Suddenly he kissed her violently, claiming her mouth with his. His hands reached up under her dress and roughly cupped and squeezed her ass cheeks, forcing her body tight against his.

Then, just as roughly, he pushed her away and shoved her towards the opening of the hallway. He slapped her ass saying, "Let’s go. I have plans for you." He slipped his arm around her waist possessively and guided her through the mall, out the main entrance into the parking lot. He took her to a black, expensive looking car and pulled her around to the passenger side. He unlocked the door and turned to her to put her in the car. But suddenly the fear she had felt all along became incredibly real. Once she got in that car there would be no turning back. She would be at the mercy of this stranger…this man who seemed to know her most secret desires and who could play upon them like a musician, bending her to his will. What would he do to her? Would he hurt her? Maybe. Would he fuck her? Probably. Would she like it? She knew she would. And that scared her most of all. She began to slowly back away from the car, breasts heaving like a scared animal.

He grabbed her roughly and pulled her back, "Oh no you don’t, sweetheart. You’re mine now." He grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the seat of the car, "Let’s use these, just as a precaution, shall we?" She let out a scared little sound at the sight of the handcuffs and began to struggle desperately, actually managing to break free long enough to run a few steps before he grabbed her and pulled her back. He was much stronger than she was and he quickly overpowered her, shoving her into the car and handcuffing her wrists through the headrest on the back of her seat. Then he slammed the door and moved around to get in on the driver’s side.

"You wild little thing," he said, "You’re a very bad girl to resist me. Especially when you know this is what you want. I’ll deal with you when we get home. Now be good and sit quietly or your punishment will be worse."

"Please," she begged, "Where are you taking me? What are you going to do to me?"

He took her purse from where he had thrown it on her lap and looked through it until he found her driver’s license.

"Rebecca," he said, "What a pretty name." He started the car and drove out of the mall.

When they pulled up to a red light he reached over and unbuttoned her dress all the way down, then moved the sides of the dress away so that he could see her nakedness. "You have an incredible body," he said, "and now it’s mine." He reached between her legs and tapped her clit with the tip of his finger. She moaned against her will, bucking her hips up into his hand. He smiled and withdrew. But for the rest of the ride, he would reach over every once in awhile to tease her clit gently, maddeningly, then pull away leaving her gasping and unfulfilled. Soon she was so aroused that she forgot to notice where they were going. He refused to take her all the way, withdrawing his hand each time she got close to allow her arousal to subside slightly before he began his slow stroking again.

At last he turned into a long driveway, flanked by brick walls that hid the property from the street. It was a nice house. But Rebecca was in no condition to notice it. She was wetter than she could ever remember being and all she wanted was to cum.

He unfastened her handcuffs and pulled her out of the car. Then he yanked off her dress so that her slender body was completely exposed to the summer air. Holding her small hands behind her back with one of his, he pushed her ahead of him into the house, shoving her so that she stumbled and fell to the floor of the entryway while he locked the door behind him.

Then he turned and looked down at her naked body sprawled breathless before him. His eyes traveled over the soft smooth skin, the firm roundness of her breasts and her hard pink nipples, the curve of her tight, delectable ass, and her lovely slender legs.

And she looked back up at him, eyes wide. He stood above her, six feet tall to her petite five foot two, and every part of his body was hard, toned muscle. His hair was dark but his eyes were darker. They pierced her to the core.

"You’re mine," he said, almost to himself, and he smiled. "Get up and come into the living room." He turned and walked away without looking back to see if she would follow. She got up and went after him into a comfortable, tasteful living room. He was sitting in one of the armchairs. He said,

"Now, Rebecca, come over here." She went and stood before him, eyes lowered submissively. He ran his hands over her body, examining his new pet. He massaged her breasts roughly and squeezed her little pink nipples until they were as hard as pebbles. He stroked her swollen sex and made her suck her juices off his finger, then he tapped her clit again, fueling the fire that was still raging in her pussy. He pulled her against his knee and rubbed her ass with his open palm. "You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you little one?"

"Yes, sir. I’m sorry. I was scared. I’m still scared," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Yes, I know. But now I’m going to have to teach you a lesson." He pulled her over his lap so that she hung helplessly over his knees. He rubbed his large strong hand over her ass. Then he spanked her hard and she cried out in surprise.

"Why are you being punished, Rebecca?"

"Because…I resisted you sir." He spanked her again, then rubbed her ass as he questioned her.

"Have you any right to resist me?"

"No sir." He spanked her a third time, then resumed his rubbing.

"Why not?" Spank! Rub, rub…

"Because… I must obey you…"

Spank! "Why?" Rub, rub…

"Because you have claimed me."

Spank! "Why else?" Rub, rub…

"Because…you are a man…and I am only a woman…a helpless little girl…" Spank!

"And what does it mean that I am a man and you are only a helpless little girl?" Spank!

"It means…that you are my superior…and I must honor you…and serve you…and please you…" Spank!

"How does that make you feel, slave?" Spank!

"It makes me feel…sexy…feminine…degraded…powerless…and…safe" Spank!

"Is proper for a woman to belong to a man the way you now belong to me?" Spank!

"I…I…oh sir…this isn’t what I’m supposed to feel!" Spank!

"But what DO you feel?" Spank!

"It feels like…this is…my proper place."

He smiled. It was all inside her. He had only to bring it out.

"That’s right," he told her, "and you are not to forget it."

He spanked her hard again and kept spanking her. She cried out with the pain and the humiliation of being spanked over his knee like a little girl caught doing something wrong. She struggled, but he easily held her still and continued to spank her firm cheeks, warming them, turning them pink and then red. She begged him to stop, promising that she’d be good, that she’d obey him, do anything he wanted her to, but he only laughed and kept on spanking her poor defenseless bottom, breaking up his rhythm so that she could not predict when the blows would fall or how hard they would be. He called her a wild, undisciplined girl and told her that she needed to be tamed and taken in hand. He told her that now she was his property to do with as he pleased and that he owned every part of her, body and soul. He told her how sexy she looked as he spanked her and that he loved to hear her little voice begging him to stop. She cried and squirmed, but she began to realize that the spanking, together with his words, was turning her on. Somehow the pain and the humiliation…the knowledge that she was at the mercy of this strong, handsome man…that he could punish her like this…do anything at all with her…was arousing. He smiled as he saw the juices leaking down her legs and felt her trying to rub her sex against his knee as he spanked her. But he wasn’t ready for her to cum yet. He stopped spanking her abruptly and stood up, spilling her onto the floor.

He looked down at her. "You enjoyed being spanked, didn’t you little one."

"It…hurt, sir."

"But you loved it. It turned you on. Didn’t it."

"Yes, sir," she whispered. Her face burned with shame.

"And that humiliates you, doesn’t it."

"Yes, sir."

"Because only a very bad little girl would enjoy being punished, isn’t that right?"

"Yes, sir," and a sob escaped her.

"Are you a bad girl?"

" Yes…"

"Say it."

"I’m a bad girl."

"Why?"

"Because…only bad girls like to be spanked."

"Then you still haven’t learned your lesson, have you?"

"No, sir."

"Do I still need to teach you some respect?"

"Oh, sir, I’m so sorry…I’m trying to be good…please…"

"I asked you a question, Rebecca! You still haven’t learned respect, have you?"

"I guess not sir."

"You want to be a good girl, don’t you?"

"yes sir!"

"Then beg me to teach you."

"Please sir…I want to be a good girl for you…I want to please you…I’m begging you…teach me to be respectful of my master…demonstrate your power over me…"

"Get up," he ordered her, "Lean over and brace yourself on the back of the sofa." She obeyed and he went behind her back so that she couldn’t see what he was doing. Suddenly she felt a stinging blow on her backside and she cried out. He had taken off his belt and was whipping her with the folded strap. Tears ran down her face from the humiliation and the arousal. When he stopped at last, she felt his hands rubbing the burning cheeks of her buttocks. He leaned into her, reaching around her to cup her breasts. He ground his erection into the cleft of her naked ass. He whispered in her ear,

"Are you going to be a good girl now and obey me?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. That was your first lesson. Now it’s time for your second one. Go upstairs and find my bedroom. Lie down on my bed and wait for me." He patted her rump as she straightened and obediently turned to find the stairs.

His bedroom was large with a huge soft bed in a wrought iron frame. The carpet was deliciously soft. But the painting above his bed was what caught her attention. It was a picture of a naked girl hanging from a rope tied around her wrists. Rebecca was caught by the picture, and as she stared at it she remembered how incredibly horny she was. She reached down and began to rub her clit, staring all the while at the picture above the bed.

"Rebecca!" At the sharp voice of her captor behind her, she whirled guiltily and looked at her feet. "I gave you a very simple instruction. You WILL learn to obey me. Get on the bed." She scrambled to do as he said. He looked sternly down at her, then grabbed her wrist to look at the moisture glistening on her fingers. "I can see that you are grave need of your next lesson. But first…" He slipped a simple silver chain around her neck and fastened it. "You belong to me now," he said, "This chain symbolizes that you are my property. You will never take it off."

"Yes sir."

Then he took four black scarves and tied each of her wrists and ankles to the wrought iron bed frame. Now she was spread on the bed before him, naked and utterly helpless. He stood looking down at her bound body.

"How does it feel to be completely in my power, Rebecca?"

"It feels…arousing…sir," she whispered

"Are you horny?"

"Yes sir…please…I need…"

"What? What do you need?"

"I need to cum, sir…please…please make me cum…"

"That is your next lesson, Rebecca. You will cum for me when I allow you to. Not before." He teased her clit again with his finger and laughed at her as she moaned and fought against her bonds. He again stroked the pubic hair on her mound, "Now, we need to get rid of this hair," he said. He went into the bathroom and came out with shaving cream and a straight razor. Sitting between her legs, he gently and efficiently shaved away her pubic hair. The cold steel of the razor frightened her and he could feel her tense up, but he was careful not to hurt her. When he was finished, he stroked the smooth lips of her pussy, defenseless, open, and waiting for him. They were soaking with her arousal. He wanted to take her right then, but first she needed to learn her lesson.

He sat between her legs and leaned over to smell the scent of her sex. He blew warm air over her clit and she shivered and whimpered. He began to lick her pussy, exploring it with his tongue, sometimes dipping inside her dripping hole, never quite touching her clit. He enjoyed the mewling sounds she was making in response to his tongue. At last, when her clit was swollen and throbbing to be touched, he flicked it with his tongue and she moaned wildly, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow. He began to work her clit gently, teasingly, building her arousal until she was trembling on the very brink of orgasm. He tortured her slowly, giving her just enough stimulation to hold her on the peak but not enough to send her over. She moaned and shivered and writhed and gasped. At last she began to beg him.

"Please…please…I’m so close…please sir, make me cum. I’ll do anything…I’m your slave…your plaything…your sex toy…please…just make me cum."


He smiled and stopped altogether. She cried out and begged harder, and although he loved to hear her beg and told her so, he would not continue.

"You’re mine, Rebecca," he said, "Your pleasure belongs to me and you will not cum until I decide you may. How does that make you feel?"

"It only makes me more aroused…I feel your control over me even more strongly and it makes me weak with desire. I feel so helpless, so completely under you power. It’s so humiliating that you can control me like this, that I’m spread before you, naked and desperate, unable to do anything but respond to your manipulations…that I must obey you or be punished like a child or an animal…that I have become your property and that instead of trying to escape, I am begging to be your slave in return for a single orgasm…but the humiliation only arouses me even more until I think I will go out of my mind from it. Oh God, I never knew I had these feelings…"

He smiled. "Oh, you knew, little one. You didn’t want to know, but you knew. Now, who do you belong to?"

"To you sir, completely!"

"And what do want me to do to you?"

"Use me for your pleasure. Dominate me, discipline me, control me. Fuck me!"

He felt his erection growing and he unzipped his pants and straddled her, rubbing his erect organ against her face, leaving sticky trails of cum on her cheeks. He propped her head up with a thick pillow and told her to suck his cock. She obeyed hungrily, sucking and licking at the head. Then he forced it deep into her mouth, down into her throat so that she could barely breathe. But she wanted so badly to please him, so she tried to relax her mouth. He pumped in and out, loving the feel of her mouth on his erect organ. He grunted and told her how good her mouth felt on his dick. At last, he came. He sent the first spurt of cum down her throat, but then he pulled out and sent the rest spurting over her naked breasts, covering his pet with the result of the orgasm she had given him. Then he lay on his side next to her and rubbed the slippery cum over her nipples, causing her to gasp with her long unsatisfied pleasure.

"Do you want to cum, Rebecca?"

"Oh, yes, PLEASE!" He slapped her breast hard, making it jiggle.

"Please, what?"

"Please, sir!" His circled his finger around her nipple, then without losing contact with her skin, he dragged it slowly down her breast, down her stomach, past her belly button, and slowly, slowly toward her clit. Just before he got there, he made a detour, circling her pubic area gently. She bucked her hips and practically screamed with frustration, trying to get his finger where she wanted it. He drew his finger through her wet slippery pussy lips and finally tapped her clit, just once, with his finger. She cried out with desperation.

"Who does your pleasure belong to Rebecca?"

"To you sir! Oh, PLEASE!"

"Beg me some more."

"Oh, GOD, sir, I’m going to die if you don’t make me cum. Please! I am completely in your power! I am your willing sex slave! Please, sir, please let me CUM!"

"Then cum for me, Rebecca." And he tapped her clit once more. It was just enough to send her over the edge and she writhed with the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced. It went on and on as his finger continued to gently circle her clit. Its tremors still rocked her body even when he stopped circling it and kissed her deeply, stroking her cheek gently, protectively






A Letter of Desire

by Alex



It’s a little after midnight and I have just finished talking to you on the phone. As usual, we have laughed and joked and made a few sexual innuendoes. I have walked away from my computer thinking about how special and important you have become — an important part of my life.

As I think back over the past few weeks it’s hard to believe what has happened. I never would have thought I would meet someone so beautiful, caring, and loving. What caused the stars in heaven to line up and smile on me I may never understand, yet somewhere, someone, seen fit for me to find and meet a woman that makes me feel complete and full of life again.

How wonderful it will feel to wrap you in my arms and feel your heart beating next to mine. To feel your breath upon my skin and to once again, taste your sweet lips. While it’s only been a few weeks, it feels like an eternity. And I know our time together will seem to rush by us like the wind.

Your smile warms my heart like the summer sun warms my skin. Your laugh refreshes me like the feel of a cool lake on a sultry day. Your kisses thrill me and our conversations soothe me. To look into your eyes is like watching the stars dance through sky.


At times I wish I had met you earlier in life, yet I understand that there is a purpose for everything under heaven and it’s not for me to question.

As I dream of our rendezvous in Lincoln Center, I can’t help but to feel excited…thrilled. Watching you as come to the fountain. I rush to you and wrap you in my arms, reach down to feel your lips pressed to mine. A long, lingering kiss. As the night wears on, we stop at times, or sit on a secluded bench all the while my hand is in yours and we sneak kisses, as if we are school kids trying to hide from our parents.

Finally, we notice it’s getting late and you invited me to your place.. Once in the room, I pull you close to me and we kiss passionately. I have never felt such desire. My heart quickens and I feel the heat of desire.

You decide to freshen up while I sat. You step out with a slightly surprised look on your face, I excuse myself to freshen up also.When I return, you are in the bed, under the covers. I lie next to you and you roll closer to me and lay your hand on my chest. My arm is wrapped around you and the closeness I feel warms me. I roll over onto my side to get both arms around you and to again feel the life inside you as your heart beats so close to mine. We hug and I feel your breath on my neck. We both pull back and look into each other’s eyes.

There is no question now as to what is about to happen. We know that before the night is over we will become one. Joined in desire. Ecstasy will fill the room and our passion will not be denied. This will be a night of love. This will be two hearts becoming one. It will be a night of lovers sharing.

As our passion heightens we kiss deeply, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues. Our hands begin to wander, exploring, feeling, and sensing. Filling our senses with sight, sound, touch, and taste. As I gently touch your skin, my fingers send sensations to me and I desire you more. I want to feel all of you. I touch your neck and then slowly slide my hand down to feel the valley between your breasts. So smooth, so feminine. My fingers move outward to your breasts and I am alive when I recognize the sensitivity they have to my touch.

My mouth moves to your neck, while my hands continue to explore your body. Ahhh, I feel your breath quicken when I lightly touch your womanhood. My mouth continues downward, I am hungering to feel your breasts in my mouth. Lightly touching them with my tongue. Here I linger for a long while, immersing myself in the taste of your skin, engulfed in the feeling.

My hands can feel the wetness of your excitement. I need to taste you. I desire to taste you. Slowly I move tongue down your body. Stopping occasionally to look up at you and witness the fiery red passion on your face. As I reach the heart of your desire I stop to fully enjoy each sensation. Then, when desire overtakes me, I lower my head and brush my face against you. I notice your body stiffen ever so slightly. My passion is riding high and I can no longer resist. I press my lips against you and slowly you open up to the touch of my tongue.

This has to last. To drown myself in your love takes time, a slow burn. I explore your womanhood with my tongue. Outlining each level of passion, feeling the warmth against my face. Slowly I slide my mouth upwards and there, hidden, is the center of pleasure.

So very lightly I flick my tongue over your sweet passion center and the response satisfies me. Your body stiffens and your breath stops momentarily. It’s as if time stands still for a brief second. I slowly move back down, again tracing your flower of love with my mouth.

I find myself obsessed with your flavor, my mouth is uncontrollable, I continue to work deeper into your heart and rising up to again feel your center of passion throb against my tongue. Your body gets more and more rigid as you near the eruption of love. I want to feel your culmination of passion.

My desire is fulfilled. In time, as I have attempted to slow time down, you tense. I feel your hands push on my head and your legs tighten around me. You talk to me as only lover’s can communicate and I feel the rush inside you. Then, the shudder, the release, when time stands still and everything seems to be flowing inside. You arch your back and let yourself give into love. It seems as if it could last throughout eternity and we wish it could. I continue to taste you and thrill in the overflowing of your affection.

Then you begin to become more sensitive. Slowing the pace, I begin to lightly touch the outside of your lips and kiss you. Bringing you back to reality with lighter touches, allowing you to catch your breath and just enjoy the feeling. The afterglow is what we are sensing now. It’s a time to tarry and caress.

My hands again touch your flesh and I move up to kiss your body and finally to savor your lips.

Together we touch and whisper. Speaking softly of our love.

But, is this the end of our night’s fire? No, there is so much more to share. But what a wonderful beginning.







Are You Being Served
by Alex

You come home after a long hard day at work. You're all frustrated and tired from having to deal with traffic.
I tell you not to worry. because, even though your day sucked, your night is gonna get better.

I take you by the hand....and lead you into the kitchen. That's right I made your favorite for dinner.....
Oh and did I mention that I'm wearing nothing but an apron? Hehe

You sit down at the table and I proceed to serve you......

While you're eating I go and run a bath for you.....

After you eat, I take you by the hand and I lead you to the bathroom, where a nice bubble bath waits for us.....


Mmm, I strip your clothes off of you....and you slowly dip into the perfect water....

I undo my robe and I sit behind you on the edge of the tub.......

I start to run the bubbles over your shoulders...and give you a hell of a massage.... mmmm I run my hands through your hair and rub away that stress headache that I could tell that you had......

I love the way your body feels...wet and naked...is there any better feeling? I dampen your back and shoulders some more...and I give you one hell of a massage......


I take the shower head, and I wet your hair.....I pull your head back so that it's resting on my breasts as I scrub your head with the shampoo......

While I'm shampooing you, I lean down and whisper in your ear, 'you have no idea what I have in store for you...'

I rinse out the shampoo, and we languish in the tub until the water starts to cool.....As the tub is draining we stand up, and I take the shower head and hose you off....I get one of those little sponge things....and I slowly wash over every inch of your body..... You go to do the same thing to me, but I said, 'nuh-uh, baby, it's all about you tonight.'

I step out of the tub and quickly dry myself off. Then I get a big, fluffy towel for you, and start to dry you off..... Mmm, I can see how hard you are....

I tell you to wait there for a minute, that I'll be right back.


When I get back, I take you by the hand and lead you to the bedroom. We enter the candlit bedroom. You notice that on the nightstand, there's a tray of goodies: a blindfold, two pieces of cloth strips, honey, and strawberries.

I tell you to lay down on your stomach...and you ease your way onto the satin sheets.... I take some vanilla flavored oil (which was also on the nightstand) and start to massage your back....mmmm I get so excited hearing you moan as I run my hands over your shoulder blades, and work in little circles down your spine. I take my tongue and lick my way up and down your back...hopefully making your spine tingle.....

I grab your ass and I start to massage and need it, your moans are becomming louder, I say, 'you like?' and all I get is a moan in return.

I tell you to roll over onto your back, and that the fun is just beginning. I take the blindfold and I place it over your eyes...then I take your wrists, and tie them to the bed.

I start off, by taking some honey and putting it on my mouth...then I lean down and kiss you, letting the sweetness go all over your lips and into your mouth....I lick on your lips and then let my tongue penetrate further down into your hot wet mouth....

Mmmm, all you can hear are the soft whimpers and moans coming from me while we enjoy a long, passionate kiss.

After our kiss, I reach over and grab one of the strawberries.... I dip it in the honey...then I put it in my mouth and I begin to trace your mouth with it....

I then take it and run it all over your body, down your neck, further to your chest, down of your stomach....I then take down to your balls.....and swirl it around your hard cock....


I eat the strawberry, then I look at you and I say, 'baby, I love your body so much...it's so amazing...I'm gonna do everything I can to please you.' All you can do is moan your reply to me....

I see you suck in your breath as I take some honey and i pour it all over your chest and stomach, pouring extra onto your nipples...

Then, I prepare my tongue.

I start to lick and suck and nibble on your nipples with the voracity of a tiger....I'm so overwhelmed I can't control myself...the honey, mixed with the deliciousness of your skin...is getting me incredible hot......I suck and lick all over you every ounce of honey....

I bury my face in your chest, your stomach....I lick and suck so fast and furious....mmmm you taste so good......

I take the honey and I pour it over your balls and your cock....oh you are gonna get one hell of a blow job, mister!

I pick up your balls and I greedily start to suck and lick on them...I feel them getting tighter and tighter the harder and faster I suck....I take turns popping each in and out of my mouth...and the loving the way the taste when they're marinated in honey....

Finally, I get to your cock....umm...it's so beautiful....it's gleaming and dripping with honey....it almost looks like a work of art.....I can't wait to get my hands and mouth on it.

I take one hand and I wrap it around the base of your cock....then I take my tongue, and start to run it over the head of your cock.... I then begin to alternate with my tongue....from licking the length of your cock to running it over the head of your cock....I can tell the anticipation is driving you insane, and I have to admit, I love it....

I start to take more of your cock in my mouth....inch by glorious inch....sucking it in harder and tighter as I go down further and further....

I can hear you panting, and I know, you're not gonna be able to hold on for very long.

I start to suck bobbing my head faster and faster as the seconds go by....mmm I love taking the whole length of your cock into my throat....and sucking in my cheeks making my mouth wrap around your cock even tighter....

Mmmm, I'm sucking your cock hard and fast.....

AND THEN...

ALL OF A SUDDEN....

I STOP...

I get up and i straddle your face....

Then I take some honey and i run it over my clit and around my inner lips....

A drop of the honey runs down off of my clit, mixes with my juices, and lands on your lips..... You eagerly lick it off just before I plant my sopping wet pussy on your mouth....

You take your tongue and you work it over my hard clit, I arch my back.... Mmmmmmmmm I almost die, when I feel your tongue go deep inside of me....I look down and I see your honey/pussy juice soaked face working my tight little cunt..... I start to ride your face harder and harder, and i reach down and grab your head as I fuck your face with a vengeance.

I squeal with delight as I drop buckets of pussy juice all over your face....

You tell me, no you order me, to untie you...

As soon as I untie you, you whip off your blindfold....and you throw me back on the bed....you say, 'I'm gonna fuck you so good, you won't be able to walk straight for a week...'

Mmm, you spread my legs open, as wide as they'll go, and you ram your rock hard cock into my soggy pussy.... You thrust into me so hard and so good, that I'm lifted up on the bed everytime you do it....

You take your cock, and pull it almost all the way out then plunge it back in really deep....I can't think of anything, I can't even say anything...I'm in shock when I hear a loud scream and realize it's me...of course, I shouldn't be shocked, as good as you're fucking me, I'm amazed the cops haven't been called due to the noise...

My pussy is holding up pretty well, considering the pounding it's receiving....it flexes and twitches around your hot rod and your balls slap violently against my ass.....

My whole body is shaking and rocking, my breasts are flopping every which way, and you're grunting and moaning like a wild animal....mmmm I love it this way...it's so primal so wild and crazy.....

I can barely breathe, and it feels like I'm gonna hyperventillate....oh God I love it when you fuck me hard....

We're both drenched with sweat, and there's a huge puddle of juices on the sheets....but who the fuck cares....it feels sooooooo good.

I notice that your speed is changing that you're going deeper even deeper than before....and your rhythm starts to even out....I feel you, you're ready to cum....

You take your cock out and squat over my face....

I take your pussy juice covered tool, and I start to jerk it and suck it...

Mmmm, I can feel you pumping into my hand and mouth, and I know you're gonna cum soon...

AND THEN....

ALL OF A SUDDEN....

YOUR CUM SPURTS OUT ALL OVER MY FACE.....

I greedily hurry to lap up your sweet cum with my tongue and try to swallow as much as I can.....

You roll over on your back and the both of us lay there, totally exhausted.


AFTERMATH:

You're laying there half asleep, and I quietly walk to the bathroom....I get myself cleaned up. Then I return back to the bedroom with a warm, damp cloth....You fall asleep to me cleaning you off.....And just as you drift off, I say, 'Sweetie, I like it when you have a stressful day.'





Appetizer
byAlex


It had been a routine day at work; I was coming home in a pretty good mood, feeling I had accomplished a lot and that it had been a pleasant day. Even the ride home had been easy going and enjoyable, something that seems harder and harder to come by with people's impatience on the road and the road rage phenomena; but even that had gone nicely.

Funny how some people have terrible days and then come home and either ruin everyone else's day too or do just the opposite and make coming home their haven.

However, I find the days that go the nicest at work also can turn into the most pleasant evenings also, and this day wound up like that too, as you'll read.

I came into the house and called out "Honey, I'm home."

"I'm in the kitchen fixing dinner, how was your day?" She replied. "Quite nice" I told her. As I looked down the hallway to the kitchen it was even better. She was standing fixing dinner at the stove. Dinner smelled wonderful and she is always a pleasant sight to me.

She was just stirring in the last of the ingredients into the sauce. I came up behind her and hugged her from behind. Her hair and perfume smelled nice, not a strong perfume but just enough to highlight the senses. I kissed her behind the ear, while hugging her tightly. She liked this and reacted as she usually does, with a auiet murmered "Hmm" while leaning back against me.

"That smells wonderful," I said, to which she replied laughingly, "Me or the sauce?"

"The sauce, you always smell enticing!" I said, still holding her close. She pushed herself against me a little harder. My body reacted as always, when she did that, which she noticed and looked over her shoulder and smiled as she pushed herself against me a little harder yet, while looking me in the eye.

She said, "This needs to simmer for a while, perhaps we could, too?"

"Yes, I think that sounds like a very good idea" I said. So she turned the heat down on the sauce and we went into our garden room.

Our garden room is decorated with flowers, soft lighting and plants, privacy shades and with a hot tub in the center. It's a place we can relax with total privacy. We also have a daybed in it to relax, read or whatever our hearts desire.

She was still fresh from her earlier shower, but she got undressed too and we climbed into the hot tub. It felt good to get in there and relax, even good days at work tend to key you up. So both of us got in and sat facing each other. She leaned forward and I kissed her, she really knows how to kiss. Long and passionate, until her breath gets shorter and you know you both wanted more. "Lie back and relax" she told me, which I did and it felt great, greater yet when she put her hand on my cock and started to squeeze it gently.

She slid down into the tub more. I run my hands over her. It always amazes me how smooth and slippery a woman is when she is in the bath. They feel like silk!

She gripped me slightly harder and began to stroke me. She knows that if I come, when it comes time to please her, the sensations should be subdued enough that I can last much longer and always long enough to make her come, in fact many of the times we have reached orgasm together we've done it this way, and the second ones are always extremely powerful.

She was stroking me faster and faster, she then slid over on top of my cock, without putting it inside her, but instead slidding back and forth on it. She looked down and watched it as each time she slid over it, it disappeared and then as she slid back it reappeared. "That feels so good" I gasped. "For me too, and I love watching it" she said as she continued moving. Within a very short time I was so into it that I could feel the pressure building rapidly. "I'm going to cum" I barely managed to say as within seconds cum was shooting onto my stomach! "Mmm, just as I planned" she said, with a huge smile. She always loved seeing it spurt knowing she made it do that!

"I love the sight of you cumming" she said "and the way your cock rubs against me that way."

We then rinsed off, climbed out and began to dry off. I love to dry her off, to feel the weight of her breasts in my hands when I dry them with the towel and how hard her nipples will get just after a shower. Drying each other off always rekindles the feelings and I was beginning to grow harder when we both were almost dry.

We moved over to the day bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt before her so that we would be eye to eye. We leaned to each other and began more deep passionate kissing. We opened our mouths to each other tasting each other.

I reached up and began to gently squeeze her breasts, without really touching the nipples too much. Then as our kissing became more passionate I took her nipples in my hand, squeezed them and rolled their hard tips between my thumb and index finger. "That is so nice" she sighed.

I then moved my mouth down to her breasts kissing all around her nipple before taking it into my mouth. Taking it into my mouth I began gently sucking on it and gradually increasing the pressure. She was breathing very heavy and getting more and more excited, I moved one hand down between her legs and slid it up to her pussy. She was already quite wet and really warm. I love the feel of her like this.

I then moved my head between her legs, she opened them to me so that I had a beautiful sight of her pussy, moist, with swollen lips and her clit beginning to expand and make the part where her lips join press out further. I ran a finger into her and she squirmed with pleasure. I moved it in and out, using my other hand to put my fingers on either lip so that I could squeeze her lips around my other fingers which were buried in her. This always makes her more and more excited.

I then moved down with my mouth, taking her lips into my mouth, sucking gently pulling her clit into my mouth and separating the folds with my tongue till it bounced off of her clit, which made her lift off the bed and a deep "Ohh" escaped her lips! After just a little of this she came with a long strong climax.

There is nothing sexier than seeing your woman in the ecstasy of a climax, her stomach clenching and her hands pulling you into her and her moaning as she comes.

Needless to say my cock was hard now and ready for more. So after she settled back down a little she laid back on the bed and I moved on top of her. I put my cock at the top of her slit and gently slid it back and forth, masturbating her clit with my hard cock which felt large and hard in my hand. Then I slowly pushed into her.

She felt so good, her pussy was so wet it slid in easily but with enough friction so I could feel her squeeze my cock.

I leaned up on my arms so I could look at her body as we fucked. Her breasts were high and her nipples erect and her pussy was arched up with my cock sliding in and out. It was a very sexy view!

I then leaned down so I could rub her nipple against mine. I love the feeling of her breasts and hard nipples against my chest. She moved her hand down between us and let my cock slip through her hand as it went in and out of her, then moved her hand to touch my balls. My cock wanted so bad to come, but I held off, I knew she was enjoying this as much as me. She then moved her hand to her lips and clit and began to stoke them to the tempo of our fucking.

Her breathing started to get more and more rapid and she began to arch her back and push herself up to me and deeper onto my cock. Just when she was about to come I could hold back no longer and I felt a flood of cum rush out my cock into her as she climaxed and I could feel her pussy gripping my shooting cock. After that we just lay there together for a while to catch our breath and because it just felt so good joined like this.

She finally said "Well I guess now that we've had dessert it's time for dinner, before it burns!." So we threw on some loose clothing went down poured ourselves some red wine and had a nice dinner, a beautiful end to a good day.



Rebecca's Show & Tell
by Alex

I've been married to Rebecca for 1 years, but the way I see things now, our sex life only really began a couple of months ago. Of course we had sex before then, and I wouldn't say we were unadventurous. We did it in every conceivable position, we dressed up, played games, used sex toys. There was always something new to try, and I'm fairly sure that, if asked, we'd have both said we were very happy with our sex lives. This summer something happened, quite a small incident really, but it was to have a profound effect on the way we saw each other from then on.

On the morning of the day in question, we were woken up by the alarm at 7:30 am. Rebecca berated me for not turning the alarm off, as she had been hoping to have a lie in. We had both booked a couple of days off work, and were planning on a shopping trip to the West End later in the day. Rebecca turned her back on me and tried to go back to sleep, so I thought I'd do the same. I can usually fall asleep at the drop of a hat, but the sun was shining so brightly through the sides of the curtain that the whole room was lit up. After a few minutes I gave up trying to sleep any more and got out of bed. I pulled the curtain to one side and looked out through the window. The view was beautiful, clear blue skies without a cloud in sight.

"Hey, Rebecca," I called her softly. "Rebecca, wake up."

"Unhhh," she moaned, and not with pleasure. "Sleepy."

I walked over to her side of the bed, leaned over and brushed her long black hair to one side, then gently kissed her shoulder. I pulled the bed sheet down and began to plant kisses down her naked back, until I reached her panties. This was her habitual night-time attire, except on nights when we had sex, after which she would always sleep in the nude. I pulled her underwear down over her ankles and looked at her sexy ass. As my hands lightly caressed her inner thighs, she moaned again, this time in a more favourable way. I reached over with my other hand and rubbed it against the side of one of her breasts. After a few seconds she turned on to her back, still with her eyes closed, and I gazed at her lovely, firm tits as her nipples hardened with my touch.


"I wanted to sleep," she pouted, putting on a little girl voice. "You just want to wake me up so you can do naughty things to me."

"Actually, no. I've got an idea. Let's go down to the coast."

"What?" Rebecca asked, blinking as she opened her eyes for the first time. "We're going shopping later."

"No, look," I said, bounding up to the window and pulling the curtain wide open. "We don't get many days like this. We can go shopping tomorrow."

I looked over at Rebecca propped up on the bed, stark naked. She had lifted her arms to cover her eyes, and this made her breasts look even fuller than before. My cock was fully erect now, and I pushed out of my mind the idea of persuading her to come to the beach. I was more interested in giving her a good hard shafting. I pulled down my shorts and pointed my erection towards her, as I strode purposefully to the bed. Rebecca lowered her hands from her face and grinned at me.

"You're right," she said. "The beach is a great idea. I'll just take a shower and we can leave right away."

"Wait!" I called out, but she had already made a run for the door, and by the time I had made my way around the bed she had locked herself in the bathroom. I knocked on the door, screaming, "Let me in," but she just laughed.

Ten minutes later she came back in to the bedroom, wrapped in a large bath towel. I stood naked in front of her, my erection long since subsided.

"Where's that big thing I saw earlier gone to?" she asked, smiling sweetly at me. I gave her my best wounded look and she laughed. "You should know, there's always a price to pay when you deprive me of my beauty sleep."

"Don't you want to go down to the coast then?"

"Yes, baby. I think it's a great idea. C'mon. You've got to get ready too. Go and take a shower."

"Okay," I said. "But remember, you owe me one."

"Yes, sir," she raised her hand to her temple in mock salute, then pressed it to her chest. "I do solemnly swear to become your ever willing sex slave cometh this evening. Now move your ass mister, for I have a body which aches to be kissed by the sun on a sandy beach."

When I came back into the bedroom after my shower, Rebecca was already dressed. She wore a pale yellow sundress, and had her long hair tied back in a ponytail. I have always liked her hair, through many different styles, but I especially loved it when it was tied back, because whenever I see her neck I have an irresistible urge to kiss it. I planted my lips there now, then turned her face towards me.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too,Alex."

"And you're going to be my sex slave tonight. Woo-hoo," I began whooping and hollering and generally making a fool of myself until she told me to hold my horses until the sun went down.

While I was getting changed, Rebecca called a cab, and by nine o'clock we were on the train. When we reached our destination, I was pleased to discover that the beach wasn't overly crowded.

We found a nice spot in a sandy area, and Rebecca lay down a large beach towel. She pulled off her dress to reveal a white two-piece swimsuit. It wasn't exactly what you'd call a daring outfit, but to me she looked very sexy indeed, and I felt a stirring in my loins once again. I took off my jeans and shirt and sat down next to her. Rebecca lay on her belly as I undid the strap of her bikini top and eased the sun tan lotion into her back, and her legs. Then I lay at her side and tried to rub the lotion into my own back.

"Here, let me do it for you," she said, kneeling beside me, keeping her arms at her side to stop her bikini bra from slipping down.

As she applied the lotion I looked in front of me, to see a boy aged about fourteen or fifteen, laying down twenty feet away, staring in our direction. It appeared that he was with his family, although he had taken care to position his towel as far away from them as he could. I don't suppose he could tell I was looking at him as I was wearing sunglasses. It was pretty obvious that he was ogling my wife, perhaps hoping that her top would fall down as she leaned over me.

Ever since I began going out with Rebecca, she has always turned men's heads. I've never felt any jealousy about this, and have always trusted her implicitly. The only thing that annoys me is when they start chatting her up while I'm there with her. Again, this isn't jealousy. I just find it disrespectful. It's even worse when they don't talk to her, instead telling me in her presence how lovely she is, and how lucky I am. Sometimes I wonder if they think it unbelievable that we're married, as she is so beautiful, and I am, by any reckoning, a pretty average looking fellow. All in all then, I do prefer men to simply look at my wife and enjoy the sight and hopefully say nothing to either of us.

As the kid in front of me continued to watch, I began to remember what I had been like as a teenager. I loved going down to the coast in the summer to look at the women in their bikinis. Once, when I was fourteen years old, I went with my family to Bournemouth, where several women went topless on the beach, something I had rarely seen before. I remember walking along the sand, taking in the sights, while holding my T-shirt in my hands to cover the constant bulge in my swimming trunks.

On a sudden impulse I decided to give the kid a treat, and I turned my head back towards Rebecca who had just finished applying the lotion on my back.

"Hey, I think there's a spider in your hair," I said looking just above her forehead.

Immediately she screamed, raising her hands to her hair and swatting wildly at her head, as her bikini top fell at my hip. Her gorgeous tits looked delightful as they bounced and jiggled while she moved her arms around her head. I quickly turned to the lad in front of me, who was goggle-eyed, one of his hands hidden down the front of his shorts, where he must have been rubbing himself.

When I turned around again, Rebecca had covered her tits with the bra once more, and asked me if I could still see the spider. I told her that I couldn't and that I had probably only been seeing things. She lay back down on her belly beside me and closed her eyes. I saw the boy stand up awkwardly, say something to his mother and walk away from the beach. I assumed he was going somewhere to wank off at the sight of my wife's tits jiggling about. I know I would have done at that age.

I was surprised to find that this little prank had excited me more than I thought it would, and that my cock was very hard. Part of me felt guilty about what I had done. It seemed almost like telling someone something another person has told you in confidence. On the other hand, it was a real turn on. As I stretched out beneath the hot sun, I wondered whether to tell Rebecca what had happened. I needn't tell her that I had engineered it deliberately. It would be interesting to know how it made her feel, knowing that some lad had seen her tits and was probably going to replay the image in his mind countless times when he masturbated. After contemplating this for a while, I decided not to. If the chance came along I might want to contrive a similar situation, and if she knew what had occurred this time she would probably realise my involvement if it happened again.

We both lay there sunbathing for a few hours, during which time we ate some sandwiches we had bought at the train station. When Rebecca lay on her back I wondered if she would go topless, but unfortunately she kept her bikini bra on. At one point, late in the afternoon, I suggested we go in to the sea for a swim. I noticed the teenage boy was back in his place, and as we walked past him, his eyes were trained on my wife's ass. When we had waded up to our necks in the water I put my arms around Rebecca and began touching her body. Instantly I got an erection, which came as no surprise, as I'd been feeling horny all day long. I considered taking my cock out right there and trying to fuck her standing up as the waves crashed around us, but I think she read my mind.

"Hey, big boy," she said, when she felt by hardness against her thigh. "I'm not your sex slave until the sun goes down, remember?"

She suddenly broke away from me and swam further out. We continued to swim and play around in the water for an hour or so, and then went back to the beach where we had left our things. After drying ourselves off, Rebecca proposed that we go for a meal and a few drinks before we got the train home, and I heartily agreed. I covered myself with a towel and pulled off my wet shorts, dried my loins, then put on a new pair I had brought with me.

"Alex. What have you done with my underwear? I had a clean bra and a pair of panties in this bag."

"I don't know," I replied. "Did you check everywhere?"

"Of course I did. They're gone. Someone's nicked my underwear. Shit."

I looked over to where the teenage boy had been. He was gone now, and I wondered whether he had decided to take a memento with him, to accompany the visual memories he would have of my wife.

"Maybe you just forgot to bring them."

"No, I don't think so. Shit."

"Well you can't wear that bikini. It's all wet. Just take it off and put on your dress. Nobody will notice."

"In this thing?" she said, holding the flimsy yellow dress in her hands. "I'd be practically naked."

"Relax. We'll go to some darkly lit restaurant, and by the time we get the train the bikini will be dry and you can put it on again."

Rebecca reluctantly agreed. She put the dress on over her wet bikini. She reached up and pulled down the bikini bottoms and then undid the strap of the bra and threaded it through the arms of her dress, until she had both pieces of the swimsuit in her hand. I put them in separate plastic bags to make them dry quicker, and after I had dressed myself we went in search of a restaurant. In putting on her dress before taking off the bikini she may have covered her modesty, but I don't think she realised it meant that there were damp patches on her dress where the bikini had been. It made her dress cling to her chest, giving a sharp definition to her firm jutting breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible, and her pubic hair was so dark that it showed through the yellow dress quite distinctly. Rebecca was right. She was practically naked. Only this was a lot more sexy.

We walked into the first restaurant we found, and asked for a table near the back, away from the windows. I noticed the waiter looking lustfully at my wife, paying particular attention to her tits. One or two of the male patrons were looking our way also. As I've already mentioned, Rebecca gets a lot of attention from other men, and I imagine she brushes it off, hardly noticing the effect she has. Usually, however, it is her beautiful face they stare at. Now it was her body.

During and after the meal we both had a lot of wine to drink. I kept telling her how gorgeous she was, and how sexy she looked in her dress. She had never been out in public without wearing underwear before, and she told me it had made her feel a bit uncomfortable at first.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well. Did you see the way the waiter stared at my tits? I looked down and I'm sure he had a hard-on."

"Did he?"

"Yes."

"Does that bother you?"

"Does it bother you?" Rebecca asked me, lifting her wine glass to her lips and taking a large gulp.

"I can't blame him. You've made my dick all hard too. Feel it," I said, pulling her hand underneath the table and pressing it to my lap. She smiled and began rubbing it, feeling the hardness.

For the next hour or so, we continued to play with each other under the table, while I told her in full detail all the dirty things I was going to do to her when we got home. I soon lost track of time, and it was only when the waiter asked us if we would like another bottle of wine that I realised we would have to leave straight away to get the last train back to London.

We made it just in time, and settled ourselves in, cuddling up to each other, as we sat in the train. A man sat opposite us, looking at my wife's sexy legs, as I brushed my hand up and down her thighs. When we were half way home I remembered something and leaned over towards her.

"Hey," I whispered in her ear. "You didn't put the bikini back on."

Rebecca looked me in the eye, gave me a wicked grin and said, "Well, pass me the bag. I'll take off my dress right here and put it back on, shall I?"

"You wouldn't need to take your dress off, would you?"

"It's easy enough taking a bra off while you're wearing clothes, but putting one on, that's a different story."

"Go on then. Take it off. I dare you. Look, it's dark now. You're my sex slave, remember? You must do whatever I say"

We were both pretty drunk, and for a second I thought she was actually going to go through with it. There were four or five men sat in our vicinity, and she looked them over before telling me that she would do it, but not with so many of them there. She would wait until a few had left. This was fine by me. I wasn't going to push it. She had never done anything like this before anyway.

When the train pulled in at the next station, I watched in disbelief as every single other passenger in our carriage got up and walked through the doors on to the platform. I thought at first that the train must be terminating here, but after a short while the doors closed and the train moved off once more. Rebecca looked around at the empty carriage, clapped her hands and laughed triumphantly.

"Well, I think I'm ready to take you up on your dare now," she said, grinning at me.

She asked me to take the bikini out of the bag, as she stood up and faced me. I threw the swimsuit on to the seat opposite us and watched as Rebecca unzipped her dress at the back. She took her time about it, teasing me, as she slowly let the dress slide down her body, until her tits were completely uncovered. There may have been no one else to see, but I was really turned on, watching her strip off like this in a public place. I don't think I'd ever seen her naked outside of our house before. Rebecca 's tits looked very pale compared to the rest of her tanned body, and this made them seem even sexier. A few seconds later, she let the dress fall to her ankles. She leaned forward, her lovely tits almost in my face, as she picked up the dress and put it on the seat beside me.

As she leant over me I suddenly noticed over her shoulder a man walking towards us. He must have come in from the adjoining carriage. He was a scruffy middle-aged man, and he appeared to be very drunk, judging by the way he was weaving about. Rebecca was now standing directly in front of me, stark naked, her hands on her hips. I knew I should have told her that someone was coming towards us, but he looked harmless enough. In fact he looked so drunk I thought it possible that he might walk straight past us and not even notice her nakedness. I took care not to look towards him as he approached, keeping my eyes on Rebecca , as she ran her hands over her body.

"So, what do you think of my tan, then?" she asked me.

I didn't answer. I looked over her shoulder to see the man was standing there, right behind her, looking straight at her sexy ass. I don't know if it was the noise of his heavy breathing, or the fact that I was staring in that direction, but Rebecca turned sharply around and looked directly into the eyes of this dirty, dishevelled old man. Her mouth opened wide as if to scream, but she did nothing, just looked at him, eyes wide open with the shock realisation that she was completely naked in front of this man.

Suddenly he reached out and placed both his hands on her tits. I hadn't expected this. Allowing a man to ogle my wife naked was one thing, but I hadn't planned on letting anyone touch her. I watched, completely stunned, my heart racing a mile a minute, as his rough hands squeezed her tits. Rebecca turned her face towards me, a faraway look in her eyes. She made no move to stop him. It was as if she had completely lost control of her body. My hands were shaking with the shock and excitement of what I was seeing, but I quickly pulled myself together, and pushed him away from her. He didn't say a word. He simply ambled towards the end of the carriage and walked through the door into the next compartment.

I looked at Rebecca, her eyes were shining brightly, her mouth still wide open in shocked silence. The train slowed down as we approached the next station, and she quickly put her dress back on, just before a group of people entered our carriage. I put her bikini back in the bag and sat down beside her. The train arrived at Victoria Station half an hour later. We hadn't said a word to each other since it happened. I wondered if she was angry with me for allowing this dirty old man to grope her. It was only a few seconds before I stopped him, but as I replayed the scene in my head, it seemed to last for ages.

We hailed a taxi outside the station, and as soon as we sat down in the back of the cab, Rebecca grabbed my hand and put it up her dress, against her naked pussy. She was sopping wet, wetter than I had ever felt her before. My thumb rubbed against her clitoris, and within seconds her body froze, then she shuddered and collapsed back against the seat, a relaxed smile on her face. I looked at the cab driver who hadn't seem to have noticed what had just happened. I was frankly amazed. She had never come this quickly before. We carried on sitting in silence and it wasn't until we were safely at home that she spoke to me for the first time since it happened.

She shut the door behind us, then pushed me against the wall, and kissed me deeply, passionately, her tongue flicking all over my mouth with wild abandon
Oh, fuck me. Fuck me now. I want to feel your cock inside me," she said, rubbing herself against me.

I had never seen her this turned on before. She pulled down my jeans and shorts and put my cock inside her mouth, sucking on it until it was fully hard. Then she lay back on the floor and lifted her dress, showing me her pussy, all wet and glistening. I lifted her legs up on to my shoulders and aimed my cock at her opening, rubbing the tip against her pussy lips, teasing her.

"Come on," she said, her breath heavy. "Do it. Stick it in me."

I plunged inside her in one swift motion, then began slowly moving in and out, trying to concentrate, trying not to come too quickly, wanting to make this last. She pulled her dress up from her waist and held it up around her neck so I could see her lovely tits. I began to grope them, seeing in my mind the old man doing it to her.

"Is this how he did it?" I asked.

"No, harder. Squeeze them harder. Pinch my nipples. Ooooh. Yes. He was really rough."

"You loved it, didn't you?" I accused, manhandling her gorgeous big tits while I pummelled her with my cock.

"Yes. Mmmm. I loved it."

"You loved his dirty hands feeling you up"

"Yes. Yes. Ooooh."

"You didn't want me to stop him, did you?"

"No. I looked at you and I couldn't say anything, but I didn't want him to stop."

I slammed into her harder and faster, knowing I was about to come.

"You would have let him feel your pussy, too. Wouldn't you, you dirty little slut?"

"Yes. Why did you stop him? I wanted him to fuck me. He was a dirty, ugly old man and I wanted him to fuck me right there in front of you. Ohhh. Yes. Fuck me. "

"Oooooh," Rebecca moaned as I bit down on her nipple, just as my cock grew inside her and erupted, my come juices flooding her pussy, as I bucked wildly against her. "Yes. I'm a filthy slut. Mmmmn. I'll fuck anyone. Ohhh. I'm a dirty little whore."

We spent the next three hours in an orgy of fucking. Each time I thought I'd had enough I would picture her being groped by the man on the train, and my cock would get hard again. Rebecca would grab hold of it and say, "How do you like being married to such a slut?" and I would fuck her again. While I was pounding into her she would tell me that my wife was a filthy whore, that she loved other men touching her, groping her, fucking her.

Rebecca kept talking about the incident, and I knew from how it had affected her that it probably wouldn't be a one-off. We had both found something that excited us tremendously, and we were not going to be satisfied with reliving it only in our imaginations.