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# Posted: 28 Aug 2007 03:30:42
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I walked into the meeting room, looking for Joni and Jason, or the Bobsey twins, as Mike calls them. He 21 and she 22, both are going into their senior year and had worked out very well in the summer intern program at my company, smart and conscientious.
They had developed a thing for each other while out on the job and doing the various gofer chores that interns do, and I was pretty sure they were fucking. Oh well, more power to them as long as it's mutual.
I didn't see them right away, and when I called out their names I heard a muffled thumping from the storage room in the back corner and soon Joni popped out, fussing with her buttons, followed closely by Jason, carrying an easel and making a big deal about finally finding it. Yeah, right, and that's why they were both so flushed.
"What's happening gang, you got us set up?" Joni, raising her eyes from my crotch, met my amused gaze, and blushed deeply, which looked very cute on this little blond cheerleader wannabe. She is a cutie, and very bubbly and eager to please, and probably could charm the pants off any boy she set her sights on. I remembered that I was still semi-hard and likely a little bulgy in the pants.
Jason, the more serious of the two, said "Yes sir, we have the program all set, and I double checked the computer connections and the order of the sketches and plans, like you said."
"Jason, you've been with me almost 2 months. Are you ever going to stop calling me sir and make it Erryk?"
"Yes sir, uh, I mean Erryk. Sorry." Now he was blushing. Good lord.
"And everything is set? You got the printing, everything booted up, I see you've got the model positioned. How about the bulb in the projector?"
"Got it boss" Joni answered, "and there's a spare in the cabinet."
"Great job guys. What are you doing for dinner?"
Jason now, "Oh, we'll just hit Taco Bell or McD's or something."
I reached in my pocket and, grabbing my clip, peeled off a $50. "Kids, don't keep eating that crap. Go someplace decent, and let me know if it runs over this, I'll treat."
Joni looked at the cash as Jason took it, then I saw her eyes go to something behind me, and widen momentarily. I turned and found Linda walking into the room, her dress doing its magic tricks to her movements. She treated us to her beautiful smile, and as I turned back to the kids I saw that Jason's eyes were locked on Linda, while Joni's had gone hard and cold. It was an almost frightening transformation, and I was stunned.
I made the introductions all around, and Linda was very warm, particularly to Jason (she just can't help herself, she automatically hits on men if they are halfway attractive, and Jason was, I guess, what you'd call hunkish) and at least cordial to Joni. Jason stuttered and stammered all over himself, while Joni was particularly cold. If I was any judge, Jason was in for a tough evening.
We said goodbye and took our leave to head to dinner. "Wow, that was weird. I've never seen Joni be like that before."
Linda smiled. "Oh, women can be pretty bad when someone trespasses onto their claim you know."
"You think she thought you were hitting on Jason?"
"No, you, you big dummy, she's got her sights set on you, and I'm obviously a threat."
"No way, you're completely misreading this. She screwing Jason, I'm sure, and I nearly caught them at it tonight, not that I care."
"Well, she may be, but she'd kick him to the curb in a second if you made a move. You'd be wet and welcome before you knew what hit you!" She laughed at her own imagery.
"Well, I think you're wrong, but even if you're right it's not gonna happen. I have a hard and fast rule that I've only broken once, and that's 'Keep your pecker away from the payroll'. As her boss it's just too risky for me and too potentially painful for her. I lived to regret the time I broke the rule. Never again."
"No, I think just before she goes back to school you need to spend a night showing her how a man fucks. She's too used to boys, which are fun but just not as satisfying. Promise me you'll do her?"
The idea was intriguing, and not a little arousing. Joni does have a tight little body, and the long blond hair, laying on my stomach or hanging in my face as she rode me... "OK, I'll consider it, or at least trying."
I pulled into the restaurant lot and up to the valet stand, enjoying watching his eyes narrow at my big work truck among the Mercedes and BMW's, and then widen as he watched Linda slide out, her dress clinging to her very revealingly.
They had my reservation, and we got a quiet litle U-shaped booth with white linens and a candle, the works. It was early, and the place was not very busy.
I looked at the wine list, knowing what I wanted. "Do you like Cabernet Sauvignon?"
"Mmm, yes, I love a good Cab." I had been sure she would. I have always found that less inhibited women, the ones that really live life fully and with few boundaries, seem to enjoy the fullness of Cabernet, the earthy scent and stronger tannins, and richer, fuller fruit flavors, the way it feels heavier in the mouth and saturates your taste buds.
I don't know a lot about wine, and am certainly no vinophile, but I had found a Cab here before that I particularly liked. "They've got a great Geyser Peak 2003 Reserve, it's very good." At $67 per bottle, this was a pretty expensive wine for me, but I had gotten the feeling that Joop kept Linda supplied with the finer things, and I wanted to impress her.
She was looking at the wine list. "Sure, that would be great, sounds yummy. Oh, wait, they've got a 2003 Louis Jadot Clos Vougeot! It's really excellent!"
I was clearly in over my head. "Uh, I'm not familiar with that one. Enlighten me."
"Its a Pinot Noir silly. It would be a great pairing with what I'm planning to have tonight."
"Ok, sure, I like a good Pinot, let's get that." I wasn't sure how she knew what she was eating, we hadn't even looked at a menu yet. I glanced at the wine list, preparing to order the wine, and was fairly shocked to see it was $152 for the bottle. Oh well, it's only money.
As the sommelier left to fetch the wine, I felt her fingers playing over my crotch under the edge of the tablecloth. 'Stop it, you'll get us arrested or kicked out or something."
"You mean like you stopped when I told you not to put your finger in my ass?" She had a point, I hadn't stopped when asked. Still...
I grabed her arm. "They know me here. I bring clients in here, including the mayor and most of the City Council at one time or another. You know, the rich and powerful, mostly snobby jerks."
"Let go of my arm, or you won't be getting any tonight." She smiled as she said it, but I knew she was serious. I let go of her arm, and felt her begin to fumble at my zipper, tugging it down. Thankfully our wine showed up before she could accomplish her goal. The sommelier began the ritual of opening and presenting the wine to me, but I steered him to Linda.
"She chose it, let her do the honors." He poured a small amount into her glass, and she expertly swirled it and raised it to her face, inhaling the rich aromas, then tasted it. "Mmm, that's as good as a nice wet orgasm. Wonderful." She was staring into the waiter's eyes as she said this. He blushed and dropped his eyes, then met her eyes again and smiled boldly at her, all while I looked on.
I think it was a small taste of how she trreats her husband, and I didn't like it. "Thanks, leave the bottle, that will be all for now." He gave me an insolent stare and walked away. "What was that?"
"Sorry, old habit. Are you upset?"
"No, not really, just surprised. You are just being yourself, I suppose."
She nodded, and sipped her wine. I tried mine after a long inhale of its heady aroma. It really was excellent, lighter than the Cab but rich and very complex. Her fingers returned to their task, getting my zipper down and fishing around inside, finding my limp floppy cock and pulling it out before I could stop her or it could harden and make the task impossible.
She began to slowly stroke and squeeze my cock, alternately tickling and massaging under cover of the white linen tablecloth, and by the time the waitress showed up to take our order I was hard and hot, her hand stroking my length very slowly and sensuously, her fingers unable to close around me. She didn't stop as we gave the young lady our order, but I think she didn't notice the subtle motion of Linda's arm. At least I hope not. What would her husband think about this? Had she ever treated him this way? I gripped the edge of the table tightly.
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# Posted: 2 Sep 2007 08:07:25
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We had both settled on the small filet, medium rare, and the waitress, Carla, who I had met and befriended on my earlier visits, headed back to the kitchen to turn in the order. Linda continued to stroke me, alternating hard milking motions with very light, almost tickling touches, and driving me absoutely wild with arousal. A big part of it was her total disregard for the fact that we were in a very public place.
I tried to distract myself and her by talking about the people she would meet later at the meeting. I told her at length about Peter Simmonds, the little jerk that was the chair of the Design Review Commitee, a City Councilman, and the main roadblock to our getting the needed approval.
He had campaigned hard against any taxpayer funding for the stadium, and the fact that the voters had overwhelmingly approved it in a referendum still stuck in his craw.
I also told her about Mike, and what a good friend he had been for so many years, and about a few of our wilder adventures together. She continued to fondle my achingly hard cock, and I gritted my teeth, determined not to cum all over myself and this nice booth.
In doing all my talking, I had forgotten completely about the napkin ritual. The wait staff here would always shake out your napkin and place it in your lap for you, a custom I thought a little odd, and suddenly Carla was there to do just that, prior to bringing our salads. With the usual flourish she placed Linda's napkin, and as she stepped to get mine I quickly grabbed it myself, for obvious reasons, to avoid any "situation".
Linda, having noticed the way Carla and I had greeted each other and launched into our usual harmless flirting, grabbed my hand. "No, that's her job, let her do it honey." I was horrified as Carla tok the napkin, shaking it out, and leaned in to place it on my lap. Ever helpful, Linda pushed the tablecloth back, completely exposing my throbbing erection!
She had been holding me with it pointing down between my legs, but now she pulled me up so that the head of my cock was at the level of my belt buckle, a large clear drop of precum glistening on the tip. Carla froze with the napkin held out in front of her, her eyes locked on my cock.
She continued to stare for what seemed like forever but was probably only a few seconds, then her eyes met mine. I'm not sure who blushed more, me or Carla, but then she gave a nervous laugh and said "Wow, that's a surprise! But what a beautiful surprise! Very nice!", and proceeded to spread my napkin over my embarassment.
I thought she had handled it very well, but I was so humiliated. Oddly, when I saw her staring at my exposed sex. I almost came! Wouldn't that have been an unpleasant surprise to all 3 of us!
She soon came back with our salads, and had composed herself, as had I. She winked at us as she said she hoped we enjoyed our salads, then whispered something to Linda, looked at me, and left.
I began to complete my story about Mike and I and mentioned something about him being black, which I guess I hadn't mentioned earlier. Linda stopped me. "Wait a minute. Mike is black?"
"Yeah, he is, but don't tell him, we're trying to keep him in suspense about that. He thinks he's Chinese."
"Very funny. I've never had sex with a black man. Is it true what they say?"
"If you mean are they all hung like Clydesdales, no, it's not true." I had spent enough years in athletic locker rooms to know this was a fact, blacks, like whites, come in an array of sizes, although I do believe a larger percentage of black men are well hung.
Linda seemed disappointed that it was not true, and I let her ponder that for a few moments before I enlightened her. "Now, if you are asking about Mike specifically, he's huge, seriously hung like a horse, but you asked about all black guys."
"You jerk, of course I'm asking about Mike, who I'm going to meet tonight and imagine what he has hanging between his legs." She squeezed me hard, milking me with quick strokes. "I want to see his cock."
Well, you can't be more honest than that! I was a little shocked, yet again, by the raw sexuality of this woman. "I'm sure if you ask nice, he will show you."
She thought a moment. "No, I have an idea. I'll make a bet with you."
This scared me a little. What fresh embarassment did she have in mind for me now? "What kind of bet?"
"If I can make you cum just as they bring our dessert, I win, and I get to take you and Mike home and fuck you both, all night, in front of my husband."
"And if I win?" This was a slam dunk, there was no way I was going to last until dessert. I felt like I would squirt any second.
"Well, then you and Mike get to take me home and fuck me all night in front of my husband!"
I laughed at her brazenness. "Well, I love a bet where both sides win no matter what. OK, you're on, but only if Mike is willing and available. He may have a date." I knew of course, that when he saw Linda, in that dress, he would be hard and available. He's always been a horndog.
I expected our steaks any moment, but Carla showed up empty handed, two other servers trailing along behind her.
She looked at Linda, who motioned them around to my side and then pulled tablecloth and napkin aside, showing them all my hard cock. Again, I felt myself blushing furiously. I was at a severe disadvantage here, four fully clothed women ogling my cock and laughing at me. I was glad we were early and our part of the room was fairly empty. The petite blond, whose name I never learned, reached out and touched me. He's really big. And hard. Are you going to cum?"
I felt like I was about to, their admiring looks were a surprisingly strong turn-on. "Yes, probably so, and soon." At that, Linda removed her hand from me, and left me just sticking up in all my glory. The girls tittered and made lewd comments for a few more seconds, then wandered away. Blondie said "I want to see you cum." as she wandered off.
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# Posted: 4 Sep 2007 07:46:05
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Carla came back one more time, I thought still empty handed, but then held out two clean, folded linen napkins. "Here, I thought you might need these. They just put your food up, I'll get it and be right back."
Very thoughtful, that bit with the napkins. She was right, I was feeling like I would need one, and soon. She returned with our steaks, which looked and smelled delicious. She placed them down, and asked if we had everything we needed, which we did.
When she noticed the two fresh napkins still laying on the table she said "Well, those won't do you any good there. Let me help you with that." She then shook one out and leaned in as though she were performing her usual napkin placing routine, but grabbed my hard cock and raised it up so that she could tuck the napkin underneath. I groaned as she touched me. This was approaching sensory overload "There, that should keep any unexpected spills off your clothes." She winked again.
I thanked her as she left, then took a big gulp of my wine, my hand shaking badly. Linda watched me as she continued her slow stroking motion. "You'll have to cut my steak for me, I don't think I can manage with one hand."
I took up her knife and fork and did so, cutting smaller bites that I would for myself, I glanced around at the other couple of tables that were occupied to see if anyone noticed, and locked eyes with one attractive redhead that was looking at us with obvious curiousity. She held my eyes for a moment, then looked away.
We enjoyed our food, and I settled in and enjoyed Linda's skill at keeping me at a peak of arousal. I was painfully, amazingly, miserably, incredibly turned on, and although it was torture and potential humiliation, it was also the most intense pleasure I'd felt in a long time. The wine was a perfect pairing with the food, and had softened my inhibitions enough to relax and enjoy what was happening.
Halfway through the meal I asked Carla to bring us another bottle of the same, but specified that she bring it. I hadn't cared for the sommelier that was on duty tonight, and the fewer people to come near our table the better. Besides, we knew what we wanted and didn't require his advice.
We finished our meal, and as Carla took our dessert order Linda pulled her close and told her of our bet. I heard her say softly "I bet him that I can make him cum just as you bring our dessert to us. Be sure to pay atttention if you want to see." Carla smiled and nodded. "God, you guys are making me so horny! I'll probably jump the busboy and have to explain to my husband why that happened!"
As our Creme Brulee was being prepared, Linda reached under the table with her other hand and gathered up a large clear drop of my precum on her fingertip, then placed it in my mouth. Slightly salty, but good with the steak and wine flavors. She was subtly increasing her tempo, and focusing more of her strokes on the head of my cock, squeezing and letting her fingers bump over the hard ridge at the back of my glans.
She might have started too soon, and I felt a drop of sweat trickle down my neck and chest as I tried to delay my ejaculation. I saw Carla come out of the kitchen and start toward our table carrying a small tray, and Linda was beating me fast now, her rapid arm movements obvious to anyone that happened to look our way.
I could feel a massive load boiling in my balls, my prostate, my cock - all seemed ready to explode and spurt an enormous gusher of cum. I glanced toward the redhead I had noticed earlier, and found her staring openly, her lips parted in obvious arousal. I knew that at least one other person in the room knew I was about to cum.
Carla set the dish on the table and looked into my face. "Well, how are we doing?" That did it, I was cumming, every muscle in my body focused on forcing enormous jets of cum out of my cock, the intensity of the orgasm rocking me. I threw my head back and groaned "Oh goddamn!", gripping the table so tightly my fingers hurt. My cock bucked and spurted, bucked and spurted, over and over.
Linda's fingers were over the tip of my cock and were catching the masses of cum and smearing it over my hard cockhead and thick shaft. I felt her body spasm, and looked at her face. Her lips were also parted, and I heard her huff in a sharp breath. Her eyes were open wide, her pupils were enormous, and her nipples were jutting out plainly through her dress. "Wow, I came too! That was amazing, that's never happened to me before!"
Carla looked over the edge of the table as I continued to spurt, each one slightly less that the one before. "Jeez, what a huge load! Good thing I brought those napkins, cause you really spilled. God, I am so wet!"
As Carla walked away, Linda brought her hand out from under the table, lettting my wet throbbing cock lay in the pool of cum on the napkin. She looked at the cum which was thickly coating her fingers, then began to suck and lick it off, staring into my eyes as she did. With her other hand she raised her wine glass, sipping between licks of thick white cum from her fingers. "That's why a Pinot Noir is so good. It pairs nicely with meat, but is also excellent with rich creamy sauces. I knew this when I ordered it , you know, I had this planned."
I did know. I reached under and began to clean and dry my cock, still long and thick but starting to soften. I laid the soaked napkin on the edge of the table, not knowing what else to do with it, and as I did I saw the redhead, still staring and seemingly frozen in place. knife in one hand and fork in the other, immobile. Her eyes locked on the napkin. She knew.
I used a second napkin to get myself dry, and Linda used hers on her hand. My hands were still unsteady, and I felt weak. I had to sit and eat dessert with my cock hanging out under the table as it shrunk enough to tuck back in. The Pinot was also good with the Creme Brulee, and we finished both.
The redhead walked past our table to go to the restroom, and caught my eye as she did. She was very attractive, but couldn't hold a candle to Linda. After she had passed, I noticed the napkin was gone. She had stolen the cum filled napkin from our table!
As she returned I saw a small corner of it sticking out of her purse. She smiled a big beautiful smile at me as she passed. What was that all about?
Linda poked me."Well, I win. You have to bring Mike over tonight and I get to do whatever I want to you both. You have to obey me."
That wasn't how I remembered the bet. "What about your husband?"
"Oh, I'll let him watch if he behaves himself. Hey, stuff yourself back in your pants or we'll be late for your meeting!"
She was right, we had to go.
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# Posted: 6 Sep 2007 03:36:40
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Thanks Kokomo, it's been a fun story to write too. Glad you are enjoying it, or at least that's what I take your remark to mean!
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# Posted: 6 Sep 2007 15:25:00
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very good story
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# Posted: 8 Sep 2007 07:26:56
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Thanks powerono, have you been following along, or did you just read the whole thing at once? Just curious.
OK, here goes:
As I began to get myself situated the cute little blond waitress, whose name I can never recall, came back by and just boldly leaned into the booth and stared at my crotch. "Did I miss it? Dang, I really REALLY wanted to see him cum!" I jumped as she grabbed my still sensitive cock.
"You're really thick...and kind of sticky. That feels so cool!"
And people say men are the bolder sex when it comes to sex. These women were embarassing the crap out of me!
She left after finding out who won the bet. I hoped that she was headed back to wash her hands.
I got tucked away, and chatted a little more with Linda, answering her questions about Mike as we waited for Carla to bring our check. I couldn't possibly tell her all about him, after all we had known each other for years, but I gave her the condensed version. I had told her earlier about being roommates and teammates, and about some of our adventures with the ladies, but I hadn't told her that we had come to blows and nearly ended our friendship when I found out he was fucking my wife. I proceeded to tell her that part of our story now, pausing to pay and thank Carla for a lovely evening.
Smiling and with a gleam in her eye, she said that she hoped her boyfriend had eaten his Wheaties with a side of oysters, because she had some big plans for him. I'm so glad my humiliation served a useful purpose!
I continued the story as we walked out and waited for the valet to bring my truck up, pretty much wrapping it up as he hopped out and ogled Linda yet again. "So, I let you get your jollies ogling my lady, I don't snap your neck, and now you probably expect a tip too, huh?"
He had the decency to blush and look down, stammering "Uh, um sorry sir, but uh, well you know, uh, I had to look, I mean look at her! She's so incredible!"
He had a point. "Yeah, you're right, if you're not a eunuch you couldn't help it. Not your fault. By the way, she has absolutely nothing on under that dress. How's that for a tip?" Linda and I climbed into the truck, laughing, and drove away, leaving him stiffed and standing, stupidly staring. (How's that for aliteration?)
Linda turned to me, very soberly, and said "If you and Mike, you know with me, is a problem, we don't have to go through with it. After your wife, I'll understand if you don't want to."
I smiled at her; that was a very sweet offer, because I knew how much she was looking forward to it. "No baby, its all right, we got past it. Once I admitted to myself that she and I were over anyway, before he fucked her, I was eventually OK with it. We really hadn't been a couple for awhile, it was just that mental image of him putting that huge cock into my wife, and the fact that I knew she would be loving it and begging him to make her cum again and again."
Linda was silently watching my face. "I mean I'm fair sized, as you know, but she had talked about his 'endowment', as she called it, several times since our college adventure, and I knew she wanted him again, but I was very threatened and jealous. I kept obsessing on his huge black cock, sliding in and out of her, her soaked and slippery with her own arousal over his size, his big black ass with her white legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his ass and pushing him in, her pussy stretched tight on his massive shaft and his huge balls slapping against her ass, I mean it was too much!"
I glanced at Linda. Her eyes were kind of glazed, and she was breathing hard. "And then the thought of him cumming deep inside of my wife, pumping her so full that it was running out of her as he thrusts that massive cock in, spraying his cum into her body..." I heard Linda gasp, and I couldn't take it anymore, I broke up, laughing until I had tears runing down my face.
Linda looked at me, incredulous. "You bastard! You were just teasing me and making me horny. That never even happened, did it?" She punched my arm. "You are such a jerk! God, now I'm so fucking wet its going to run down my legs. You're so full of shit!"
When I could catch my breath I assured her that it had indeed happened, pretty much as I told it, but when I realized she was becoming aroused I may have spiced it up a little. It had bothered me, a lot, but we were now all friends and whe either of us was around my ex would often hav one of us over for dinner, and for sex sometimes. Never together though, I don't think any of us were ready for that.
We had a few extra minutes, so I pulled into a dark parking lot behind an office building. She looked around."What are you doing? We'll be late."
"No, we have a few minutes. I just wanted to fix that wetness problem, since I caused it." I pushed her back on the seat and grabbed her knees, spreading her legs and pushing her dress up. I slid my hands under her firm tush and lifted her pussy to my lips. She was incredibly wet, and I began to lick up her juices, swallowing and thoroughly enjoying the taste of her arousal.
God, I love the taste of fresh pussy in the evening! Or morning, or afternoon, or middle of the night. She was delicious, I was hard again, and she had a hard, fast orgasm as I cleaned her up. My mouth tasted of a blend of fine Pinot Noir and fine pussy, and it was a great pairing.
Now we had to get to the meeting, or we would be late!
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# Posted: 11 Sep 2007 03:39:45
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Fortunately we were close to the City Center, so I zipped in and parked, close to the door this time. Grabing my briefcase I helped Linda out, noticing again how enticingly her dress rode up her thighs.
For the first time I noticed her perfume, very soft and discreet, pure seduction in the air. The one she had worn last night said "Here I am, and I need to be fucked." This particular scent said "I'm beautiful and sexy, and I know it, and if you want me you had better be ready to prove you're worthy." Again, I had to admit that her husband was a master of subtleties that I could appreciate but never hope to duplicate.
I complimented her on his taste in women and perfume.
We were a few minutes early, and only Jason, Joni, Ken, and 2 of the 7 panel members were there. I introduced Linda and Ken, who only raised an eyebrow at me as he looked Linda over appreciatively. "Hey Kenny, this is Linda, Linda, Ken. He's my strength, steady course and common sense person on these jobs, the guy who keeps his head when all others are losing theirs." They said hi to each other as Ken reached to shake her hand. Linda took his hand, and holding it, leaned in to kiss his cheek.
He looked a little surprised as Linda said "Well, if Erryk likes you I know you're a good man." He blushed obligingly. Kenny is very straight laced, although he has a wicked sense of humor. He and his wife had been married for 32 years, are deeply in love, and he has never strayed and has no desire to do so. I know I could safely leave Linda in his hands while I went to greet the committee members that had arrived, now 3 in number.
Bill, David, and Luann are an interesting mix, and an unlikely trio to find chatting together. Bill is a banker, and a fairly high ranking officer in his bank. His is also the bank at which the team does most of its business, appropriate considering that the team was funding a large chunk of the stadium and would draw most of the revenues from it.
David (never Dave) is an ombudsman for a senior State Assemblyman, and his concerns were usually purely political; what actions were likely to get his man the most votes.
Luann is a housewife, and was on the committee by virtue of being the President of the Neighborhood Association for the largest neighborhood near the stadium. Her concerns revolved around traffic, noise, litter, alcohol, and property values. We had already addressed most of her concerns, and the team had thrown in some major new sports facilities, very 1st class, for the youth sports, primarily soccer and Little League in the area. She was very sensible and drove a tough bargain, but was not uncooperative.
A few pounds overweight, she had strawberry blond hair and a cute scattering of freckles that I knew she hated. She also had two kids, 9 and 7, and a husband that was uninvolved and did not pay much attention to her. He was missing the boat, because she is a gem, and is one of those married women that I have slept with but am not too proud of.
I was always in town early for the planning meetings, several times over many months before I had come to stay, and she frequently was involved in the meetings. We talked and had a few laughs, and had lunch a few times, during which I learned how lonely and hungry for affection she was.
I tried to be good, I really did, but somehow we wound up in my hotel room one afternoon and really got to know each other. She was sex starved, and willing to try anything, was thrilled with my willingness to focus entirely on her, and she seemed very surprised by my size. Surprised, but happy.
I brought her to orgasms several times with my fingers and mouth before entering her, and when I did she cried out how good it felt, how big, how deep, please don't stop (no chance of that), etc, and she felt very wet and wonderful inside. I had first fucked her while holding her legs up and apart so that I could watch her face, and I loved the wonder and pleasure that showed so plainly in her eyes, and the way she kept saying "Oh Erryk, oh Erryk, god this feels sooo good, you're so big, oh' god, Erryk, fuck me fuck me fuck me oh my god!"
Her body was soft and lush, the freckles also showing on her chest above her large soft breasts. She had large dark nipples that loved to be suckled, and she told me she had nursed both her kids. I had fucked her long and deep that afternoon, totally enjoying the soft femininity of her body, the softness of her wide white ass as I pressed deeply into her from behind, and the sounds of joy she made, and when I came I pulled out and spilled my load on her breasts. She had seemed a little disappointed by that, but she had also struck me as being the fertile earth mother type, and I'm a coward in that regard.
Her disappointment had faded when I licked my cum from her breasts, focusing on her nipples until I had cleaned up most of it, then trailing down to massage her puffy, arousal swollen pussy with my cum covered tongue until she reached one last peak with my tongue inside of her.
We had enjoyed several such afternoon delights by now, despite the fact that she had cried after the first time. I was afraid she was sorry she had done it, but she cried because she wasn't. I guess the fact that she had no regrets made her see what she was missing in her marriage or something, I don't know, but it made her sad. She said she had forgotten what it was like to be made to feel like a sexy desirable woman. She sure felt sexy and desirable to me! Now, she smiled warmly to see me. "Hi Erryk. Are we going to wrap this beast up tonight?"
"Hey girl. I sure hope so, depends on whether I can get you to kick Simmonds' ass or not!"
She laughed. "The way you talk! You're right though, he is a pain and is jamming this stadium up bad. I think it may be Helen that kicks his ass, though, she hates the little weasel and really seems to like you."
"Hmm, you may have a point there." Helen is 58, a widow, extremely wealthy and powerful, and a woman that is strong, blunt and to the point and doesn't brook any nonsense from anyone. She is brutally honest and expects the same in return, and she and I had hit it off immediately. She is a major philanthropist in the city and state, and sits on the boards of several major and minor corporations. She travels in a chauffer driven Mercedes or her private jet, and I am proud to call her a friend. Her bawdy sense of humor helps to take the sting out of her words, but only when she wants it to.
Luann told me that Helen would be a little late tonight, she had gotten tied up at a benefit for the Cancer Center, a cause I knew to be dear to her due to her husband's death from prostate cancer at too early an age. Peter Simmonds and Helen Clark were natural enemies, he a career bureaucrat and she a no-nonsense businesswoman. She hated him more than I did.
I wandered back over to rescue Linda, and stood with her and Ken for a bit, chatting. I jumped when an enormous hand crushed down on my shoulder and a deep voice boomed "Tell me this beautiful creature is not here with you 2 dirty old men!"
Mike had arrived.
Ken objected; "Hey, I'm not dirty!", to which I had to add "Yeah, and I'm not old!" This was our ritual, and Linda laughed at our weak routine, but I noticed her eyes were wide as she sized up Mike. He, to his credit, was focused entirely on her, and he looked her up and down. She boldly returned the favor.
"Erryk, much as I hate to give you a compliment, I have to admit you know how to pick fiiine women!" He sometimes stretches out words like that to sound more black. It doesn't work.
"Well, thanks dude, but I think she picked me." He turned and gave her his mock glare. "Well then young lady, we need to speak about your poor taste in men."
She smile warmly at him and zinged right back; "You must be Mike. I'm Linda, and for your information this man tastes just fine." I really think Mike would have blushed. Kenny did, and quickly excused himself.
Mike was laughing, as were Linda and I. "Careful Erryk my boy, I think you've met your match!"
I held up her hand, and he did a double take at her big diamond ring. "Yeah Mike, but unfortunately someone else met her first." His eyes narrowed in puzzlement. "It's strange and complicated, I'll tell you about it later. I need to, you're involved."
He looked over my shoulder toward the door, and his look deepened to a frown. Our buddy Peter had arrived, I knew without looking.
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I turned to look, and Linda followed my gaze. I mean, if you look up nerd in the dictionary... well, you find just the the definition of the word, but you SHOULD find his picture,
He was wearing cheap polyester knit pants that were too high at the waist, too short at the ankles, and were binding so tightly in the crotch you could make out the tiny bumps that must have been his package. He had crowned these with a gaudy plaid sport jacket, a lime green shirt, and, as God is my witness, a bow tie!
Linda looked him over for several moments, until he glanced over and noticed her stare and promptly lowered his eyes submissively, blushing a deep crimson.
Linda turned to Mike and I: "This is the holy terror that is making you both so crazy on this project? That little guy?"
Mike answered first. 'Well, he may not be much to look at, but he has enough power to really yank us around" I protested as well; "Yeah, and a Napoleon complex or something, you know, little mans disease."
She looked back at him, her face looked thoughtful. "You know why that is, don't you?" We both gave her a blank stare. "It's because you are the guys that made his life hell in high school, the guys that roughed him up, the guys that probably fucked his wife and stole her from him. He hates you on sight, you know?"
I had to object. "Oh come on, we didn't even go to the same high school as each other, much less with him. I never even saw him until 6 months ago."
"No, no dummy, I mean symbolically. You are both big, strong, sexy, good looking, probably successful in life and with women. He envies you and resents you, and every bad experience he's ever had with a jock or a bully is now your problem. I bet he's divorced."
"Yes, he is" Mike answered "just over a year ago." Linda groaned. "Oh great, it's still fesh. This will be tough, but maybe I can help."
I had no idea what she had in mind, but it scared me a little. I knew by now how bold she could be, and he was anything but. Sneaky and vindictive yes, bold no. "Come on guys, introduce me to your little friend."
We walked to the front of the room where he still stood near the door. He saw us approaching at the last moment, and looked as though he wanted to bolt from the room. I tried to greet him as warmly as I could. "Hey peter, how's it going tonight?" Grasping his hand I found it limp and clammy as usual, but gripped it firmly. "Peter, you know Mike of course, and this is a friend of ours, Linda, Peter Simmonds, Peter, Linda."
Linda also shook his hand "Hi Peter, pleased to meet you."
"Um, yes, hello." His eyes darted over her body and he blushed again, then couldn't seem to decide what to look at. He would not meet her eyes, and as a result his gaze darted frantically around like a gerbil on speed.
Linda took over. "Petey - can I call you Petey?" She didn't wait for him to stammer an answer. "Petey, I jusy love your jacket and tie, they are so unique." I winced inwardly, and he looked sharply at her to see if he was being ridiculed. "No, I mean it! It takes a brave man to buck conformity and do his own thing. I mean look at these two. Could they be any bigger slaves to fashion?"
I hadn't noticed, but she was right. Mike and I both wore nice newish but faded jeans, white shirts open at the collar, topsiders with no socks, and a jacket, mine tan and his dark green. I thought we looked OK, but I realized what she was doing.
"You should have gotten your wife to help you though, your tie is crooked." She stepped up to him, very close and reached both hands up to fix his tie, which hadn't looked crooked to me.
"I,I,I uh don't have a wife right now. That is, I mean, I'm divorced."
She was very close to him now, her hands tugging at his collar and tie, her elbows down along her sides, and her stomach and pelvic area pressed to his. "Well, I can't believe that will last long. Women are always attracted to powerful influential men. You must date a lot."
"Um, no, not really" he rushed to explain "but you see, I'm quite busy representing my constituents in my district."
"Yes, I know. I'm one of them." Linda replied "And I voted for you last year. Is this really your 4th term?"
I noticed that Linda was actually slightly taller than him, and he couldn't weigh over 110 pounds dripping wet. At my 6'3" and 220 pounds and Mike's 6'5" and 250, we dwarfed both he and Linda.
I could see where we might have inflamed any insecurities he had, but in reality Mike and I were not the cruel abusive type. We had spent some long evenings talking about that very subject, and neither of us understood why some guys always have to bully the smaller guys. I think it covers their own weakness, but like I said, I'm not really into all that psycho babble. We had both realized that we were a little ashamed we had not stepped in to stop more of the bullying that we had seen, but we both had done what we could and treated everyone with respect. His hatred of us, which I could see now that Linda had pointed it out, was understandable but unfounded.
Linda said "There, that's better" and stepped away from him. He quickly folded his hands in front of him to cover the small bump in his tight pants. I had caught a glimpse, and hoped for his sake that he was cold, and not hard, but I was afraid I was wrong.
He harumphed officially and said "Well, let's get started. Helen will join us shortly, but we can get the meeting underway."
By now the other 6 committee members were here, and they sat at a raised counter at the front of the room, facing me and the rest of the crew at two rows of nice walnut tables. There was a vacant chair at the front for Helen, and a smattering of local citizens behind us that were interested in the meeting and the progress of the job.
Helen showed up about 10 minutes in, and quickly exerted her influence. She cut Peter off on one of his objections, and then gave me a big wink. I like this woman!
We quickly got deeply into the boring minutae, and it bacame obvious that all of the changes we had made would not satisfy our little dictator. I was stuggling to keep my cool, and I could see that Mike and Ron, our Project Engineer, were losing theirs. Joni and Jason had done a masterful job on the presentation, and it was about to go to waste. Helen, sensing this, asked for a 15 minute recess, or as she called it a pit stop.
We scattered to the restrooms and hallways, breaking into our groups, while Joni tried to get everyone coffee or a cold drink. We had sodas and bottled water, but maybe alcohol would have helped.
I saw Linda make her way to Peter and commandeer his attention, not a difficult task as I had caught him looking at her several times during the meeting.
I overheard her say "I bet as a City Councilman you can get in the stadium whenever you want. Do you get to see games for free?"
He visibly puffed up "Well, many companies have luxury boxes, and I get invited often, but I don't care for football."
"Oh Petey, how can you not love football, all those big, strong, sweaty men crashing into each other. I think it's exciting. And erotic. Let's look at the model, and you tell me what you don't like." She took his hand and led him back to the model at the rear of the room. I could see them leaning over it and pointing to various things, and Linda was speaking earnestly very near his ear as she leaned into him. I could not hear what was being said, but I could see that Simmonds was becoming very agitated.
I had been talking to Helen, but I excused myself and drifted away, positioning myself just outside the hallway door at the rear of the room. I got there just in time to hear Linda say "If you were my husband I'd have you lead me to the center of the field, right on the 50 yard line by my leash and make me get on my hands and knees on the grass. In front of 70,000 people you would pull my skirt up, and I'd have no panties on, like now, and then the football team would line up and take turns fucking me while the crowd cheered. Would you like that?"
G-g-g-god, th-thats disgusting! How can you talk that way?" I peeked around the door. I don't know what she had been doing or saying to him, but his hair was stuck to his forehead, wet with sweat, and his collar was soaked. He made no effort to get away from her. I pulled back before I was spotted.
"Well, it's just a fantasy Petey. It could never happen in real life. But I bet you could get us in sometime when the stadium was empty, and then maybe you could help me live my fantasy. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I um, we uh you would do that? with me?"
"Well, sure, I mean unless you can get the team to show up - just kidding! Or how about up here, by this railing on the upper deck? I could grab the railing and bend over and you could stick your cock into me from behind. I know you'd like that!"
"Oh, god, yes I would! You are so beautiful! I would do whatever you asked me to!"
"Would you lick my pussy and stick your tongue in me?"
""Yes, I would try to make you happy."
"And could I suck your cock?"
"Oh my, oh yes, that would be wonderful!"
"And would you lick all the cum from my pussy when the team was finished with me?"
"OH, that is so disgusting, you are being so dirty. Oh, god, yes, I would, if that is what would make you happy."
"Wow Petey, little Petey is really hard - or is that a roll of dimes in your pocket?"
I cringed - she had complimented his hardness and slammed his small size in one breath. He didn't seem to care. "Oh god, pleae don't touch me, you'll make me cum, please Linda, don't humiliate me here.
"Well, OK Petey, as long as you ask so nice. But what do you say we get that stadium approved so they can get it done, and then I can humiliate you later."
I peeked around the door again. He was pale and looked as though he would faint, and he had a tiny protrusion poking out in the front of his pants. He appeared to be very small in the cock department, probably too small to be called a cock. It was just a very tiny penis.
Linda put one foot up on a nearby chair and said "Feel Petey. Feel how horny you've made me." She took his hand - just as I noticed others begin to drift back into the meeting room - and slid it up her silky thigh. I saw his eyes widen, and knew he had found her soft steamy slickness, that he had his fingers in her pussy. She pushed him away, saying "No more for you, that's all for now until you please me. Remember Petey, we need that stadium."
An hour later, after only token objections and discussion, we had our approvals assured. Backslapping and congratulations all around, and Helen had her chauffer bring in champagne and glasses to serve everyone. The atmosphere was happy, and we were very excited to be able to move forward, finally. I knew what Linda had done, and that I owed her a special thanks. After a while we began to pack up, everyone agreeing to meet at The Park Lane for drinks in about 20 minutes.
I walked Helen out to her car, thanking her for her support. She planned to join us for drinks, but took this opportunity of our being alone together to shock me to my socks.
"You know, Erryk, that now that the committee is no longer needed we won't see each other any more."
"Well, it doesn't have to be like that, we can have dinner or something Helen. I very much enjoy your company."
"Good, then it's settled. Dinner at my home next Saturday, I'll have the cook do something special, and then after we can see about that 'something' you mentioned." I must have looked surprised.
"Oh don't worry Erryk, I'm not looking for a lover. Just sex, fast, hard, animal sex. I have a couple of lovers, men my age. I expect something different from you."
"Helen, I think I'd like that very much. I'll try not to disappoint." She ran her hand over the front of my jeans, cupping me. "Oh, I'm sure you won't. See you in abot 20 then?"
"You bet. Order me a good scotch, neat, and we'll join you shortly."
I walked back in to finish cleaning up, shaking my head. Women. Amazing!
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After the meeting running long, the wine, the coffee, and then the champagne, I had a powerful need to take a piss, so I headed straight for the men's room on the way back in. I was a little frustrated to find the janitor, with mop in hand, working on the floor. He had blocked the door open with his cart and a 'Wet Floor' warning sign.
When I asked if he would be done soon, he waved me toward the women's restroom across the hall. That was fine, I suppose, since the building was nearly empty, so I walked in there and into a stall, not shutting the door, and quickly freed up and took a long and badly needed leak.
Just finishing, I shook off the last couple of drops and tucked everything away, and was reaching for the flush lever when I heard voices approaching the door, which I could see in the mirror over the sink as I turned, still with my hand on the lever. Before I could shout a warning to buy a few seconds, Linda came through the door. Imagine my surprise when I saw she was pulling a bashful and blushing Peter Simmonds behind her!
What the hell was this all about?
I stepped silently to the side of the stall where the door slightly blocked me, but I could still see them in the mirror. I could flush later, I had to see what this was all about.
"I can't go in here, it's the Ladies room! What if I get caught or arrested or something, I'm a public figure!"
"Relax Petey, there's almost nobody in the building, it's after 9:30 at night. Who would catch us?" She pushed him back against the wall beside the hand blower and began to tug at his belt, loosening it and unbuttoning his cheap pants. I noticed he had stopped protesting, and his eyes were very wide, his face flushed and sweating profusely.
Linda was running her hands over the small bumps in his pants while she tugged at his zipper. "One thing I am not Petey, is a cock tease. I can't let you go home all alone with your little pecker all hard and your little balls aching. Lets see what we have here." She won the zipper battle and quickly pushed his pants and tighty whities down to his ankles.
I was shocked and embarassed for him. I could not believe that anyone that had gone through puberty could have a package this tiny! His little cock, not more than 2" long and as skinny as my index finger, stood straight up, hard as a rock and pointing at the ceiling, and his tiny little ball sac looked like it held a couple of peanuts.
"Oh Petey, that is really little. I mean it's cute, it looks just like a man's cock, but in micro size, you know, what do they call it on trains? Yeah, that's it, it's H-O Scale!"
I had never seen a man look so miserable, he looked so embarassed and was bright red, I think he would have crawled in a hole if there was one available.
"L-Linda, I-I-I'm sorry, I know you're disappointed, but I can't help it. I just never developed like some men. I hate it!"
"Oh Petey, I like your tiny little cock. It's so cute, and so very hard!" She pulled it down, and it sprang back up like a steel bar. "It would be a boring world if a girl knew that every man was going to have a big horse cock like Erryk and Mike." Great, bring me into the conversation. Besides, she exaggerates. "Did your wife leave you for some guy with a huge cock?"
"Oh, god, I caught her! I came home early one day, and heard noises, and when I looked in the bedroom there was a huge black man fucking my wife!" He was almost sobbing by now, the anguish strong in his voice.
"His cock was huge and black, and he kept pushing it way inside of her. Oh god Linda, the noises she was making, I thought he was hurting her, that he was raping her, and I was going to run and call the police, but then I realized she was enjoying it, and she kept calling out his name and begging him to make her cum again!"
The whole time he was talking his cock seemed to just get harder, if that was possible. Linda noticed and took it between her thumb and two fingers and began to slowly stroke him. He was too small for her to use her whole hand. "Oh Petey! What did you do?"
"I -I did nothing! I was so shocked I just stood there watching them, his enormous cock as big as my arm and dark black thrusting into my little wife. She put her heels on his ass and pushed him in farther! She kept saying yes, yes."
"Peter, did seeing them make you hard, like you are now just talking about it?"
"Oh god Linda, I'm so ashamed! I ejaculated in my pants twice, just standing there. I've never told anyone that before, why did I tell you? I'm such a weak horrible little man."
"Did he cum in your wife?"
"Yes, he said he was cumming, and I could see his thick cock pumping as he filled my wife with his white cum. I came again in my pants when he did, and his cum ran out all around his cock, he kept pumping his cock and his cum in my wife, oh god, I didn't know a man could make that much sperm! My little Suzie loved it, I have never been able to give her that kind of satisfaction."
"Oh poor Petey! My husband is a cuckold too, like you, but he likes to send me out to other men to get fucked, and he loves to watch them fuck me, and me suck their big cocks."
"Is he small like me?"
Linda smiled "No, Petey, I've never seen anyone small like you, not adults anyhow."
"Th-then why - I don't understand"
Because we love doing that and it turns us both on. He's average, but I like to fuck really hung men sometimes, and he likes to see, or have me tell him about it. I've made him cum in his pants."
"Really?"
"Yes, I'll tell you about it sometime, but now we had better get on with this before somebody comes looking for me." She dropped to her knees in front of him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but she apparently planned to suck this little weasel's micro cock!
She looked up at him "I bet I can get your cock and balls in my mouth at once. Watch." And then she did, sliding her lips down his skinny little dicklet and with her tongue lifting his little nutsack she sucked them in.
"Of my god Linda, oh god oh, oh, OH!" and with that last oh, he bucked and came in her mouth, seconds after she had begun to suck him. Tiny and fast is a bad combination, I think.
Linda rose gracefully to her feet, leaving his tiny cock sticking out wet and sticky. She glared at him for a moment, then grabbed his head in both hands and forced her lips over his, I thought she was so aroused she was kissing him. It took me a moment to realize that she was forcing his cum back into his own mouth! This continued for a moment, then she broke the wet kiss and clapped her right hand over his mouth, pinching his nostrils closed with her left. "Go on, swallow it slave! It's your cum, I didn't give you permission to cum in my mouth you little snake, with your tiny cock and balls. Only real men get to cum in my mouth!"
She seemed angry! I was very amazed. He was forced to swallow or pass out, and he did finally surrender, coughing and choking a little on his own slime. And then, the biggest shock "Oh Linda, I love you, I love you. Please keep me, please be my master."
"That's Mistress, you little wimp, and I will think about it. You are kind of amusing, and that tiny little cock will be fun to show off to my girlfriends. My friend Rhonda is a real dominant mistress, maybe she will want you."
"Oh my yes Linda, I will do whatever you ask of me. Please let me serve you!"
"We'll see. You better get cleaned up and go home. You have cum on your chin." She turned and walked out, leaving him standing with his tiny littel acorn of a wilted penis, pants still around his ankles (a particularly pitiful look) and me trapped in the stall until he got around to leaving. Their performance had left me hard and horny, but I would have to ask Linda about this side of her personality.
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He stood there for a moment, looking down at his tiny little nub of a penis, then caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and quickly pulled up his pants and put himself back together, wiping his own cum off his chin with a paper towel. He soon exited the bathroom, as I did immediately after, being careful not to be seen. It would not do for him to know I had witnessed his humiliation.
We were supposed to all meet at Will's Tavern, a quiet and classy little place with a great bar, soft music, and a small dance floor. Most of the Committee members were going to show up, at least for a little while, and it fell to me to play host. I hunted up Jason and Joni, who were busy breaking eveerything down and packing it into my truck and their car.
"Are you two going to join us at Will's when you're done here? Drinks are on me." Jason started to decline, but Joni quickly cut him off. "Sure, we'll join you for awhile, but we want to go someplace a little more, uh, fun, you know, later." She grabbed my upper arm with both hands and rubbed herself against me like a cat. Jason left to carry some things out to the car. "Will you come along and dance with me?"
I was a little surprised to realize that Linda had been right. This was her clumsy (but enjoyable) way of hitting on me! "Well, I'll have to see Joni, it is getting a little late, but maybe for a little while we can stop by."
This stopped her in her tracks. "What do you mean 'we', I only asked you. You can bring Mike if you want!"
"Joni, I have a date with Linda tonight. I can't just dump her and walk away." Plus, I had no desire to do so. I was anticipating a fun night.
Joni pouted. "Are you ever going to notice me? I have been trying to tell you, well, you know, I think you're hot, and uh, I mean..."
"Joni, come on. You work for me, and besides I'm almost old enough to be your father. I mean, you're a doll, and I love the way you fill out a pair of tight jeans, but you really can't be serious."
"Erryk, next Thursday is my last day, then I won't work for you anymore. Does that help?"
"Well, maybe, except you leave on Friday to fly home. I booked your flight, remember?"
"Change me to Saturday or Sunday and spend the night with me? Please?"
"Oh, Joni, I shouldn't. What if I want to hire you permanent after this year? You've done an amazing job this summer, and I was thinking of making you an offer, but that's a bad combination."
"Erryk, I'm an adult, not a child. I don't expect you to marry me or even love me. Don't be so old fashioned, this is just about getting physical."
She quickly grabbed my crotch. "I just want you to fuck me unconscious, silly. Oh my god, you're big!"
I stepped away quickly. "I'll see about rebooking your flight. In the meantime, you behave yourself!" She went back to work, humming happily. I knew I was going to hate myself, but the idea of screwing this little blond hardbody was turning me on. I had heard the term 'sport fucking' and I realized I was going to experience it.
I found Linda chatting with Mike and, of all people, Peter. They were sharing a laugh as I walked up, and I realized I had never seen Simmonds look so happy and at peace, and Mike was tolerating him well.
"Hey you three, we need to get going. The others are going to drink Will dry before we get there." Peter started to beg off, but Linda whispered something in his ear, and he quickly changed his mind. "Well, maybe just one. I really don't drink much."
I smiled at him. "Good man, Peter. Do you want to drive yourself or ride with us?"
"Well, I usually ride the bus, so I'll ride with you if it's OK."
"Sure, you bet, and either Mike or I can drop you off at home later. C'mon, it'll be fun, let's go."
Mike asked Peter if he wanted to ride with him, but he had no interest in leaving Linda's side, so the 3 of us piled into my truck, Linda in the middle, and Mike followed us the 10 blocks to Will's. Linda whispered into Peter's ear most of the way, and while I couldn't hear what was being said I could tell that he was quite agitated, but seemingly very happy, when we arrived.
He slid out and dropped to the pavement, my truck a little too high for a person of his diminutive size, and as he turned to help Linda down she gave him a full on eye-level view of her sweet pussy, which I'm sure was spread open, pink and glistening wet. As the 4 of us walked in I noticed that he had that tiny little protrusion poking out in the front of his pants again.
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Will's Tavern is a nice place, with soft comfortable chairs and a fireplace with gas logs, and, as I've mentioned, soft music, dancing, and a great, well stocked bar. Several of the others were already there and were well into their first or second drink.
Helen had seated herself on a love seat, with the space next to her vacant and a glass with about 2 fingers of a rich amber liquid in front of her matching the one which she held. She looked very surprised to see Peter come in with us. They all did, for that matter.
She patted the seat next to her. " Erryk, I saved you a spot, and here's the Scotch you requested." Linda didn't seem to mind letting me loose and going to the other side of the table with Mike and Peter. Mike lowered himself onto the sofa next to Luann, and Peter took the last spot at the end, closest to the fireplace.
Linda seemed a little nonplussed for a moment, but then quickly seized the situation and plunked herself down on Mike's lap, swinging her feet up into Peter's. "Well, if you guys are going to take the last seats and leave a lady standing you'll just have to put up with me crushing you." Right. Like her 115 pounds or so were going to be a problem for Mike.
A bigger problem , I think, was going to be the way she wiggled her little round ass into his crotch, and the proximity of her heels to Peter's dinky family jewels. I waited for her slinky dress to misbehave and give everyone a show, but for once it seemed to be willing to stay in place.
As the others ordered their drinks, I raised my glass and inhaled the heady aroma of a fine Scotch whisky, all peat, caramel, and smoke. I had been nervous and keyed up about tonight's meeting, but the scent of this elixir seemed to blow the last of the tension out of my body. I sipped it slowly, enjoying the way it suffused my mouth with it's rich flavor. "Wow Helen, excellent choice. That may be the best Scotch I've ever tasted. What is it?"
"Glad you like it, it was my husband's favorite. It's a 30 year old Macallan single malt, I was surprised they had it here."
"I'll have to jot that down and pick up a bottle, this is amazing." Helen looked at me. "Be sure to bring your American Express. Last time I saw a price it was about $800 for a bottle. I do keep one at home though, I learned to love it while Morgan was still with me." She looked wistful for a moment. She must have loved him very much, but she is a strong woman, and quickly recovered and moved on. I realized that a bottle of the Macallan was probably not in my future, but I could occasionally enjoy a glass.
Linda had her left arm around Mike's neck and was talking and laughing with him and Luann. I was surprised to some degree that Luann had accepted Linda's presence so easily, I was afraid there might be friction there. I suppose seeing her with Mike instead of on my arm may have eased the tension. Or maybe I overestimate the emotional part of my relationship with Luann. I genuinely care for her and empathize with her decaying marital situation, and I thought she found a caring and emotionally involved friend (with benefits) in me, but maybe she just liked to get fucked good and deep a couple times a week. Oh well, that works too!
Helen and I were talking with Dave and Bill, rehashing the stadium deal and other local topics, and Peter was performing at his political best, listening and contributing to the various conversations. I noted that he was really quite good at what he did; I would not have had the patience to deal with the garbage.
Looking at Linda, I wondered if anyone besides me noticed that she was very slowly and subtly rubbing her little bottom on Mike's substantial package. I mean, of course Mike noticed, but how about the others? Her dress was also beginning to misbehave again, sneaking a little further up her thighs with each subtle pump of her hips. I saw Bill's eyes flick over her long legs, and noticed that Peter had fallen silent, not realizing why until I saw that Linda was grinding her heel into his crotch. They were not the spike hooker heels like the previous night, but still...
I think he was enjoying it, and his position was obviously giving him a shot of her glorious pussy each time her knees parted slightly. He was too engrossed to remain a part of the conversation.
Helen put her hand on my leg, drawing me back into the present. "Well Erryk, if you want to pay me back for the drink, how about tripping the light fantastic with me?"
"Oh, Helen, you are living dangerously. I'm way more likely to trip over the light fantastic." I am really not much of a dancer, not this type anyhow. "I don't think crushing your toes and putting you in a wheelchair would be a very good way to pay you back."
"Don't be sily. Come on, I'll lead and you just follow my cues. One dance before I have to leave." Holding onto my hands she pulled me to my feet and led me to the small dance floor. There were only two other couples dancing at present, and I felt very self conscious, but Helen turned out to be a very accomplished dancer and soon had me at ease. As I relaxed I actually started to flow with the soft music. I think the Scotch helped.
The song ended and a new, slower one began. Helen moved into my arms, and we began to slowly sway across the floor. "See? You did very well. You are quite graceful for a large man, it must be your athletic background." She knew I had played football and was active in several other sports.
She was pressing her body against me in a very wonderful way, and I felt her grinding her pubic mound against the base of my shaft, which began to harden and thicken. Helen, at 58, is in amazingly good shape, and sets a pace for her life that would kill a lesser woman. She is all lean muscle and angles, her skin still surprisingly smooth and soft for a woman her age.
Still, I had to reflect on the difference between her body and the smoothly rounded firmness of Linda's, every muscle flowing in seductive feminine grace with each movement, her abdomen taut as she took me deep inside of her, her firm ass which was currently pushed tightly against what I was sure was Mike's enormous hard cock by now.
Still another contrast to the two of them was Luann, with her softer more yielding body to match her personality, a few extra pounds spread out across her lush curves, and her working breasts and large nipples which had suckled 2 children, but which still loved to be nuzzled and sucked, the small waves her ass made as I pounded into her from behind, the looser heat and wetness of her pussy vs. the tight grip and slick walls of Linda's.
Women!! Fucking amazing, I love them in all their wondrous moods and varieties, sizes, shapes, and colors. I just can't seem to get enough, and I know someday that will probably kill me, but at least I can die happy.
Beautiful, beautiful women!!
These thoughts and Helens presssure against me had me hard as granite by now, and she noticed, sliding her mound back and forth across the bulge of my hard shaft. "My god Erryk, you feel so good." She was almost moaning, her whisper husky and low. "How am I going to be able to wait for next Saturday to get my hands and lips on that?" She quickly ran her hand down, running her fingers down the length of my hard ridge and squeezing me briefly as though checking the thickness. 'How big are you?"
"Jeez Helen, stop that, you're embarassing me. I don't know, about 9" or so I guess. I'll let you measure next week if you like."
"I'll take you up on that, but first I'll have to suck you up to full size. I love to suck cock. Does that shock you?"
It did, a little, not that she loved to do it, but that she was talking this way. I think she was very aroused.
"Walk me to my car, I have to go. I'm flying to San Francisco tonight for a dedication in the morning of the new hospice center."
"OK, wouldn't want you to miss your flight."
"Uh, Erryk, that is not a concern, I just need to get there at a reasonable hour." Of course. She had her own jet and pilot, how stupid of me.
I laughed. "Oh yeah, I forgot. This is how the other 2% lives." We walked to the table to retrieve her purse and also that she could say her farewells. Linda immediately noticed the condition of my equipment, and grinned and rolled her eyes at me. I felt myself blush. "I'll be right back y'all, I'm just going to walk Helen out."
Her chauffer saw our approach and jumped out to open her door. "Join me for just a moment Erryk, I wanted to show you something."
I climbed into the back seat with her, and the chauffer stoically got back behind the wheel.
She pushed a button and a dark screen rose behind his head. It no sooner closed than she began to tug at my belt, quickly loosening it, and opening up my pants. She dropped to her knees in front of me, the spacious limo allowing her plenty of room, and tugged my pants down until my still mostly erect cock sprang free.
Wrapping her fist as far as she could around the base of my shaft, she brought the tip to her lips and, after wetting them with her tongue, engulfed the swollen head of my cock. I gasped at the strong suction, and I heard her moan softly. She slowly slid her lips down my hard shaft, taking half my length into her mouth with no difficulty. It felt amazing. She backed off, licked the drop of clear pre-cum off the tip, and engulfed me again. Just when I expected her to stop and back up again she didn't, she just kept going until she had the entire length of my cock down her throat. I felt her tongue touch my balls right at that tender spot where the cock stops and the scrotum starts, her lips forming a tight ring and her throat sucking at my cock. God!! I thought I was going to loose an enormous blast right down her throat!
I couldn't remember anyone ever sucking my cock like this, which means nobody ever has. I would have remembered. This prim, formidable, social icon was an accomplished fellatio artist, and I was the one benefiting from her skill. She continued to suck my cock, sliding it in and out of her mouh and throat, to the base on each thrust, with absolutely no gagging. She is incredible, but I could feel the cum surging and I begged her to stop. "My God Helen, please stop or you are going to get a mouthful any second!"
She stoped and looked up at me, her eyes and her lips shining. "That's OK, that's what I'm trying for. Cum in my mouth Erryk, I want to taste you."
"But Helen, I'm..."
"Oh, I get it. You have big plans with that beautiful young lady in there and you don't want me to wear you out. Isn't she married?"
She had obviously noticed the big rock on Linda's left hand. "Yeah, she is. Its' complicated to explain. You see, her husband actually likes to share her with other men, he gets off on that and.."
She stopped me: "I understand. My Morgan was the same way, if you can believe it. That is how I learned to suck cock like that. He was a wonderful man, handsome, kind, and very loving. And rich of course, but he had a very small cock, tiny really, and he felt I should enjoy other, more well endowed men. I didn't care at first, I didn't want to, but once we started I was hooked, and we did all kinds of erotic and adventurous things."
"Helen, I never would have imagined that of you, but having experienced your skill I believe every word. What did he do while you were enjoying other men?"
"He would watch, and jerk off. Sometimes he would cum spontaneously, shooting his tiny load into the air, or into my mouth. This may sound horrible to you, but he liked to lick the cum from my pussy when the men were done, and he would even lick them clean or suck them, if they had big cocks. He always wanted to be humiliated, just the opposite of his powerful public persona, and sometimes me and a lover would do that, making him service us, suck cock until my lover was hard and then guide his big cock into me, licking the men's balls as they fucked me. Does that disgust you?"
"No, Helen, as you can see, I am not at all turned off by that. In fact it is quite erotic." My cock was still jutting out, achingly hard. "Who am I to judge anyone, lord knows my life has been less than respectable at times. This seems to have saddened you. You still miss him terribly, don't you?"
"Oh Erryk, I do. Those were fun and arousing times. Well, I had better go, and you had better get back to your friends. 'Til next Saturday then. You owe me a big thick tasty load in my mouth, and at least one deep inside of me, so eat your Wheaties!"
I looked around. I would have to stand outside the car to get tucked back into my pants. Helen poked the intercom button. "Jeffrey, pull over there to the edge of the lot and stop, please." As the car started to roll smoothly forward, she leaned in and again took me hilt-deep into her throat, moaning to herself as she did so. Nobody has ever taken my whole cock into their mouth before, and she seemed to be able to hold it there indefinitely. I was already looking forward very much to next Saturday, and the germ of an idea was forming in my head.
She gave me a long deep kiss, her tongue searching my mouth, her lips hot and swollen from cock-sucking. It was sensual and arousing, and my cock bucked in her hand. I opened the door and stood, knowing her chauffer was probably eyeing my condition in the side mirror. I held my painfully swollen cock down against my right thigh, pulling up first my boxers and then, with some difficulty, my tight jeans. I tucked in my shirt and fastened everything up, and turned to say goodbye. She laughed when she saw the big bulge which was so obvious on my upper leg. "Oh Erryk, I'm sorry! You should have let me finish you off. That really shows, although I think it looks great."
I smiled too. "I'll live, thank you very much. It is a tad uncomfortable. I hope you are wet and horny so I'm not the only one suffering."
"I am. My friend Richard is not going to know what hit him tonight, but I'll have to stop off for a quickie on the way to the airport." She looked again at my 'problem'. "He's definitely not you, but he will have to suffice. Hold that thought until Saturday! Bye bye!"
With a quiet rush the car was gone, and I walked slowly back toward the door, trying to allow my erection to subside. I wasn't having much luck with that.
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# Posted: 9 Oct 2007 03:17:38
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I walked back into the bar and found our seats mostly empty, but the low table between the sofa and the other seats covered with drinks glasses ranging from empty to full. Jason and Joni had arrived, and he was at the bar getting their drinks. Joni was sitting acros from Dave, chatting with him. The rest appeared to have hit the dance floor, which, due mostly to it's small size, was now quite crowded.
Bill was dancing with a young lady he had apparently just met that evening, but my friends, well, I'm not sure whether I was more surprised by seeing Linda dancing with Peter or Mike dancing with Luann. They just struck me as the oddest of odd couples.
Linda is very slender, lithe and gorgeous, but Peter is so short and slight of build that she seemed bigger, a couple of inches taller than he, sexy and stunning contrasted to his painfully obvious nerdiness. He's not ugly, really, just incredibly un-noticeable. It was just a strange sight, this amazingly attractive woman draped all over this strange little man, obviously rubbing against him in very sensual ways, whispering in his ear as her dress begged the rest of the room to notice her body. That part was working very well.
Mike on the other hand was dancing with this attractive strawberry blonde, her milky skin a sharp contrast to his rich chocolate color. Luann is a very pretty lady, as I've said, and they actually made a striking couple.
Her soft body was pressed tightly against him as they moved slowly to the music, and she had her head resting against his chest, his chin still a couple of inches above her shining hair. Her eyes were closed in obvious enjoyment, and I knew Mike could feel the warm lushness of her body tight to his. If Linda writhing around on his lap had given him wood, and I was certain it had, having Luann soaking into him was not going to alleviate the problem.
She is not the exotic and stunning beauty that Linda is, nor does she exude the raw sexuality, but there is a soft and beautiful femininity to her that men want to hold, protect, and caress. And of course bury their cocks in, she has that effect, and the fact that she's a mom seems to really work for some of us guys.
I felt sure she was feeling his huge hardness pressing into her belly. Maybe that explained the look on her face. Luann is a little insecure about her beauty and desirability, a feeling her dopey inattentive husband has unknowingly enforced, and knowing that she was a turn on for Mike, and of course for me, may have helped her batttered ego a little.
As they turned I could see that Mike had one hand in the middle of her back, holding her close, but the other was cupping her buttocks, tugging her denim skirt up, and it looked like he had his long middle finger extended between her legs. While I was sure that Luann had panties on, I knew that Mike was feeling her wet heat and that there was a very good chance that he had worked his finger inside of her panties and into her soft pussy.
The thought of him finger fucking her there on the dance floor had my cock, which had never fully softened after Helen's deep throat treatment, stiffening once again.
The song ended, and Linda and Peter parted and headed back over to our table. Luann and Mike continued to sway slowly as the music picked up again. Dave excused himself, said goodbye, and left for home and family, while Bill accompanied his new lady friend to the bar and Jason and Joni moved to the dance floor. That left me alone to greet Peter and Linda.
"Well, you two looked like a regular Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire out there." A white lie, and also an ancient reference. They both smiled.
Linda winked at me. "Well, Petey has to leave, and I made him promise me one dance before he went home."
"Hey Peter, I thought you needed me or Mike to drop you off at home. You want me to give you a lift?"
"No, no, that's too much bother. I've already called a cab, he should be here in a few minutes. Uhm, Linda told me about, you know, that you and Mike had plans, and I didn't want to, uh, interfere with her happiness, so..."
"What did she tell you? Linda, what did you tell him?" I was a little embarassed, and more than a little nervous about him knowing about this situation.
"Erryk, she told me her husband likes to watch her with other men, and that you and Mike are hers for tonight. God, you are so lucky."
"Peter, does that bother you?"
"No, only, well, I wish I was her husband. I would love to watch her, to see another man make her so happy, to give her orgasms like her husband maybe can't or won't." He actually shivered in delight at he thought. "She is so hot, so beautiful, I would do anything she asked me to just to please her."
I laughed out loud at that. "Well, Pete, you're not alone there. Women like this can get most men to do anything. I mean let's face it, most men want to do her, most women want to be her."
Linda smiled at the two of us discussing her like she wasn't standing right there. "Well, I've met a number of women that want to do me, and a few men that I think want to be me, but thanks for the compliment, I think."
I let the image of Linda and some other anonymous hottie lapping at each other's pussies linger in my head for a moment. Delicious!
"Hey Pete, before you go, what do you think of Helen?"
He looked startled. "Well, I think she is an amazing and impressive woman, quite attractive, but to be honest she scares me a little. She uses her power effectively. Very tough, and she seemed to have it in for me. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, nothing really, just an idea I've been toying with. You know, before Linda turned you into a human you were being a thoroughly unlikable guy, so you can't really blame Helen for not liking you."
He hung his head.
"I guess that's true. I just don't like being taken advantage of, and you and Mike, well, I had to keep my guard up, but you're OK."
"Peter, I was in the Ladies room. I saw and heard everything you and Linda did and said."
He looked stunned. Linda, on the other hand, must have known I was there because she smiled at his mortification and poked him in the ribs.
"Oh my god, oh my god. I'm so ashamed." His face flamed bright red as he began to recall his actions, and the secrets he'd told her. "Oh god!"
"You should be ashamed. You shot your weak cum in my girl's mouth without warning her. Who said you could do that?"
"No, no, I tried to tell her..."
"Shut up. I should beat the shit out of you, or hold you down and let Mike shove his horse cock up your ass. Except you'd probably like that, you'd probably beg him to let you suck him until he was huge and hard and ready to ream you, wouldn't you? You'd probably want him to cum in your mouth, to wipe his sticky horse cock all over your face."
He looked at me, chagrined, but I could see the beginning of understanding in his eyes. "I bet if I fucked Linda, and shot a huge creamy load in her pussy you'd get down on your knees and beg to lick the cum off my big cock and to lap up every drop from her sloppy cunt, wouldn't you?"
"Y-y-yes, yes, I would! Oh god that sounds so wonderful." He stopped. "You must think I'm a disgusting and pitiful little man." He did look very pitiful just then.
"No Pete, on the contrary, I think we all are what we are, and you just found the strength to admit what you are, what it would take for you to find some happiness in your life. Maybe if you had admitted it sooner you could have saved your marriage and you could be watching your sweet little wife have enormous black cocks crammed up her pussy. Go with it, show some balls!" I realized what I'd said. "Oops, sorry, you have almost none to show, my mistake. Maybe I'll let you suck my balls sometime while I'm fucking Linda and you can see what real balls look like. Would you like that?"
I was starting to get into this, it was weird but fun, and I was taking out a little of the aggression and animosity I'd felt for him for so long.
He actually started to smile. "I would like that, a lot!"
"Peter, there's your cab. Keep yourself free next Saturday night and we'll see what happens." I'd let him think Linda, but my plan was to talk to Helen, since she had experience in this regard.
She and he both seemed lonely, he needed authority and a woman to fuck others for him, she was very dominating... I hated the idea of playing matchmaker, but it seemed too natural. You know, other than the fact that Helen hates him.
But that is the subject for another story, and as Peter kisses Linda good night and steps out of this one, we move on.
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# Posted: 11 Oct 2007 07:33:56
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very good story. Thanks.
my blog: http://cuckold-stories.blogspot.com
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# Posted: 14 Oct 2007 08:08:59
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Hi Maryola, thanks for responding.
Linda turned to me, smiling. "You know, you're a fast learner. I think you are actually starting to enjoy this."
"Actually babe, it goes against my nature, and there is no chance I'm going to be letting him touch me. I was thinking of Helen. She told me tonight that her husband ws like yours, only more so, and I thought she might get off on humiliating our little friend." We were slowly strolling back into the bar. "You mentioned a friend of yours earlier that you said was into domination - is she discreet?"
"Oh, very much so, she has to be. In this life she is a 4th grade teacher, so she has to be very respectable and secretive about her after hours activities. Why, what are you planning now?"
"Well, I was just thinking that if she would take on Peter, and train Helen to have some fun with it and humiliate old Pete like he seems to need, they might both find something to fill up their lives a little."
"You know, that's a good idea, and she would. The way you said Helen has no patience for government bureaucrats this might be perfect for her to use her pent up frustrations. I'll call Rhonda first thing tomorow."
We walked back into Will's, and Mike immediately spotted us and broke off his dance with Luann. I was surprised they were still dancing after this long, but as he led her back over to us I noticed she was smiling, but looked a little dazed. I think Mike must have gotten her off, maybe several times, with his long fingers.
For his part, he had an enormous and obvious bulge in the front of his jeans. Linda noticed immediately, putting the back of her hand against it and stroking him. "Wow! It looks like you both enjoyed the music. C'mon girl, come to the Ladies room with me and we'll freshen you up a bit, you look a little used. Used but happy, and I mean that in the nicest way."
Luann did not take offense, and allowed Linda to lead her away. Mike just stood looking at me and smiling broadly. "Well partner, you've done it again. You are absolutely the man!!"
I knew what he meant. In structured environments like work, school, etc I tend to be the one that finds women, or rather have them find me, while in free form situations like bars and clubs, ballgames, and all I tend to be his wing man while the women flock to him. Weird, but it has always been that way for the two of us.
The other pattern is that I tend to form relationships, even short term ones, and see the same woman for weeks or months while he leans more toward one night or just a few day hook-ups. Not that he won't see the same woman again, but it might be months or even years between.
The other big difference is what you are seeing right now. He has absolutely no shyness or embarassment about anyone knowing that he is huge and hard, and when he has a public erection it tends to be very obvious. He just doesn't care. Dancing with a woman for the first time? He says they should find it flattering that they turn him on so much.
Chatting up a cute waitress with his pants poking out in the front? Same thing.
I have always been a little self conscious about this problem of public erections, horribly so in high school, but I have gotten better about it, and the fact is that now that I date women rather than teenage girls like in high school they do seem quite accepting and even appreciative . I will never be as comfortable with people staring at my crotch as Mike is though. He is a natural show-off in that regard, and it has undoubtedly landed him some dates. It has also probably scared off a few women and made a few husbands jealous when they caught their wives admiring his cock. Well, better our problem than Peter's little problem.
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# Posted: 15 Oct 2007 06:28:48
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"Man, I really like that Luann girl, she is one hot lady."
I was a little surprised that it was Luann he was commenting on, but knowing Mike I shouldn't have been. "Really? What do you think of Linda?"
"Oh man, she may be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen you with, but she's more your type. She's just model beautiful, you know? I mean every guy is gonna want her, you know, but Luann, well..."
"Yeah, I know. She's a cutie with her blue eyes and all. I'm betting you like the big ol' titties, you've always been a boob man."
"Yeah man, and those big stiff nipples, she kept pressing them into me and rubbing around, I was so fuckin' hard, and she's bumping around on my cock..." He appeared lost in remembering the feel of her. "I was cupping her ass and she kept wiggling around until I had my fingers in her crotch, her panties were soaked through! I popped her with my fingers, you know, got a couple way in her hot pussy, and she bit my fuckin shoulder when she came, right there on the dance floor. Horny bitch, I love it!" He pulled his shirt aside and I could see the tooth marks from her bite on the front of his shoulder.
"Did you tell her how hot you think she is?"
"Well kind of. I told her what a nice ass she's got, and that she was making me hot. Of course, she already knew that, she was rubbing on the evidence." He laughed as he said this.
"You really need to tell her, really let her know that you think she's so hot." He was just staring at me. "No, I mean it. She's married to a deadbeat that takes her totally for granted, never tells her she's beautiful, and almost never has sex with her. On the rare occasions he gets it up he's a 3 strokes and you're out guy, then he rolls over and gos to sleep and she has to stroke herself to get off or die of frustration."
"What are you, a fuckin' Dr. Phil?" He hit my arm playfully, but his playfulness still rattled my teeth. He forgets his strength.
"I know, I know, but she's a really sweet lady, and she has some issues, doubts, you know, about whether men can still find her desirable after two kids. Just tell her the truth about how much she lights you up, OK?"
"Are you doing both of them?"
"Yeah, weird huh? I hope they don't have any jealousy problems with that. I'm not too worried about Linda, to her it's all fun and games but Luann, well, we sort of have a connection."
"So what's this about us both fucking Linda in front of her husband? What's up with that shit?"
Now it was my turn to laugh. "She told you huh? I think she is really looking forward to it, and she says her husband Joop can't wait. Odd concept, but if he wants to share a gorgeous babe like that who am I to say no?"
"Erryk, those slender tight body babes like her, I have trouble getting into them sometimes, you know." I did know, and I knew he meant he had a hard time geting his big meat into their pussies, not mentally getting into them. Mike is the original horndog, and if it's female he has no problem getting his head in the game.
He and I, together and separately, have dated all kinds of women, him probably twice as many (or more) as me. At school we had both dated white and black girls, mostly because that accounted for 99% of the student racial make up of our school and because we initiated double dates for each other, but I know he dated a tiny little Asian girl for awhile,(I'm still not sure how she could have accommdated his giant snake) and since school in our travels around the country we have spent quality time with a couple of beautiful Hispanic ladies.
His charming expression is, and I quote: "It don't matter what they look like on the outside brother, they're all pink on the inside."
True. Crude, but true.
He went on; "When I stick it to those slim girls like your Linda I always feel like I'm going to split them right in half."
I laughed again. "I don't think there is any danger of that, she got me all the way inside, hot and tight, and you're not that much bigger dude. Oh, the girls are coming back. Remember, build Luann up a little. She could use it, and besides, it's true so you don't have to bullshit her."
Linda and Luann made their way across the room, holding on to each others arms and bumping hips, laughing and yakking like they had known each other all their lives.
I'm convinced that there is some sort of a shaman that stays in women's restrooms and performs some strange female bonding ceremony involving pissing, porcelain, and electric hand dryers. Otherwise why do women love to go to the bathroom together, and how do they pop out minutes later like best buddies when they met about 3 hours ago?
Men don't do that stuff, we studiously avoid going in with our buddies, and we don't speak to the other guys that might be in there unless there are sports pages posted above the urinals. Then we might, and I emphasize might, say something like "How about them Steelers?", or "Great game by Clemens", you know, macho guy stuff.
I'm convinced that if stranded in a stall with no toilet paper most men would remove and use their socks before we would ask the guy in the next stall for paper. It's a guy thing.
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# Posted: 16 Oct 2007 02:21:39
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We were standing near the bar, just the 4 of us now, kind of chatting and kidding around. I was extremely aware of the nearness and heat of Linda, and I had not forgotten for a moment that she was naked under her dress, the thought of her slick pussy being that close and available driving me crazy.
Luann was between me and Mike, kind of leaning on him a little as he nuzzled her hair. He has always had a thing for light skinned blondes, and her creamy skin and long strawberry blonde hair seemed to really intrigue him.
She was obviously feeling the effects of the alcohol more than those of us that hit the bars on a more regular basis, but so far it seemed to have merely relaxed her and loosened her inhibitions a little. I think being held tight against a couple of guys whose sexual attraction to her was so physically obvious was doing wonders for her self confidence, and she was out of her shell like I had not seen before.
As if reading my thoughts she lowered her hands and rubbed the bulge in my pants with her left hand, doing the same to Mike with her right. Her voice low and seductive, she said "God, that is amazing! Are you guys like this all the time? I am so turned on right now!"
Linda saw what she was doing and moved to block the angle so that others at the bar would hopefully not notice. As she did, I looked over her head and saw Jason and Joni giving up on the dance floor and heading our way.
I had forgotten they were even here, but I admired them for sticking it out with us 'old folks' for as long as they had. For a couple of barely 20 somethings, Mike's 36 and my 35 must have seemed ancient. Linda is only 29, and I've never heard Luann mention her age. With as good as she still looks, and the ages of her kids I would gues she is between 30 and 33.
Way too young to be married to a limp dicked husband that, on the rare occasions he remembers he has a wife and gets his dick up, cums in under 30 seconds. No wonder she questions herself. I had ben thinking that Linda might show her another option for dealing with her husband.
We got Luann to quit groping us just in time to avoid Joni catching her as she popped into the middle of our group. "We're going to a club, it's just too slow and quiet around here." She got right in my face, close enough that I could feel her muscular little belly pressing against my cock. I knew she felt it too. "Do you guys want to join us?" She did not get an immediate response. "C'mon, it'll be fun! Dancing, lights, alcohol, hot bodies in skimpy clothes rubbing against each other, hormones in the air, y'all remember! Sexy stuff!"
I laughed, as did the others. "Careful with those comments you young whippersnapper, or I'll have to put you over my knee!"
She pressed harder against me. "Promises, promises! Is daddy going to punish his bad little girl?"
This was too much. I broke up. I also imagined putting her over my knee and paddling her bare little bottom. Mmmmm!
Linda noticed. "I see that look on your face! We can go clubbing for a while if you want, but you and Mike are mine tonight, remember."
I glanced at Luann to see how shw would take this, and found her staring at me. "I know about it Erryk, Linda told me. I'm just jealous because I wish it was me, it would serve my husband right! But I better get home, it's getting late and he'll wonder where I am."
It wasn't late, only about 9:45, but if you have 2 kids at home I guess that's late. I was prepared to tell her goodnight and walk her to her car or offer her a ride, she was really a little too looped to drive, but Linda grabbed her hands and got face to face with her.
"Oh come on Lu, just for a little while? It will be fun. When was the last time you did something fun, just for you?" Luann looked at me and smiled.
I replied for her. "That would have been Wednesday afternoon, between about 2:30 and 4:00, and yes, it was lots of fun." I had kind of forgotten Joni and Jason standing there. What the hell, they're adults.
Linda enjoyed that, but said "No, I mean fun fun, not sex fun. Come on, you have to come with us." Linda got right in her face. "Come with us or I'm going to kiss you and embarass you right here."
Luann blushed prettily. I really don't think she found that prospect the least objectionable.
"Well, I really should go home and..mmph.." Linda had done it, she grabed Luann's head in both hands and smothered her lips with her own. Luann struggled at first, but soon it turned into a very slow, drawn out and sexy kiss. I could see their lips moving, and knew some serious tongue work was happening. I heard Luann's distinctive low moan, and saw her hand cup one of Linda's perfect breasts. Linda grabbed Luann's other hand and guided it under her skirt, where I knew Luann's fingers found a very wet and hot pussy. Linda whimpered a little herself.
People at the bar couldn't see the hand action, but several were staring openly at these two hot women in a serious lip lock. They broke, both looking stunned and breathing heavily. What had started as a prank had stunned all of us with it's instantaneous heat and passion, Linda and Luann most of all.
Luann raised her hand, looking in wonder at the shimmering wetness on her fingers. She brought her fingers to her lips, and put them in her mouth, sucking Linda's juices from them. I almost came in my pants!
Joni and Mike stood there, thunderstruck and open mouthed, and Jason fled to the Men's room. If he hadn't spurted in his pants he was about to. I knew.
I finally found my voice. "Wow. I mean, wow! Goddamn!"
Linda, her voice shaky, concurred. "Yeah, wow! What just hapened here? That was amazing!"
Luann, very softly said "Maybe I could come with you for a little while. It would be fun to be out with people for a change. I need to call my husband and let him know I'll be late, but he won't care, he hardly knows I'm there anyway, as long as he has food and clean clothes."
Linda stroked her hair. "Come on, outside where it's quieter. I'll help you."
They walked to the door as I headed to the bar to settle our tab, but then had a thought.
"Hey guys, before anyone leaves, where are we going?" Joni, waiting for Jason to come out of the men's room answered.
"How about the Soiled Dove? It's great, lots of people, dark corners, all the stuff I mentioned."
I had no clue. I'd seen it of course, but never been in. Linda rescued me.
"Great choice, that's one of the hottest clubs in town. Sexy, sexy! You and Jason go on and we'll meet you there."
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