Laura's Story

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Peak, thanks - it wasn't much, just a page of notes, but I write small. And add detail perhaps a bit too effectively!

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I knew I was going to come – in fact, was already at the threshold – when I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, letting the moans and cries that I was unable to suppress muffle themselves in his mouth. I find it a little embarrassing that I am so noisy when I orgasm, but if I become too conscious of my own sounds, or try to stifle them, it lessens the intensity and detracts from the enjoyment. Ben has assured me that guys do not find a woman that has louder, more vocal types of orgasms to be less desirable; in fact, he insists that the opposite is true, that guys like to be appreciated and to know that they are doing “it” right!

I haven’t decided if I believe him or not – but I have decided not to fuck up my own orgasms by trying to be quiet, and I wasn’t quiet for that one either! I rocked through it, driving myself down onto his rigid cock until every fiber of my being was focused on that one spot, that one place where our bodies were joined, and I had an incredible, amazing orgasm! I shuddered and moaned and felt every muscle in my body contract right along with the ones in my pussy, and when it was done, when I was left limp and gasping for air in Matt’s arms, I was amazed to realize that I was all the way down on him, his entire thick, hard penis inside of me, my wet, sensitive lips pressed tightly to his dark curls. I would never have guessed that his whole cock could be in me without, at a minimum, causing some discomfort. But it was, and discomfort was the last word that came to mind!

He kissed me again, and then nuzzled my neck. “Hmm, nice. Now I’m sorry I waited so long. Are you OK?”

I couldn’t breathe without it coming in all shuddery. “Ohhh, god! OK does not begin to describe it, that was amazing! How about you?”

He smiled at me. “Oh, yeah, I loved it! One thing though – we didn’t take time to put on a condom.”

“Did you come?” I was sure that he had not, I had not felt it, but now…

“What? Oh, no, not that! I’m just sayin’ we could take a little break and I could, you know, put a sock on it.”

I laughed, touched that he would think of that. “Well, I’m on birth control, so that’s not an issue. I know it’s a great time to ask, but you don’t, like, have anything… contagious?”

He was quick to reassure me. “Oh - no, nothing like that! I’m clean. Sure you’re OK with not using one? I think I do have some here, in the drawer…”

“Matt, I hate them. Too slippery, too impermisteral. You can always pull out, right?”

“Yeah, I can. Well, as long as you’re sure…” He stood easily, without so much as a grunt, lifting me with his hands under my thighs and my arms round his neck, still fully impaled on his cock. I know it’s silly, and that he was supporting my weight with his powerful arms, but I had the distinct impression that he could have held me up with that mighty cock alone! It was so hard, and so thick, and embedded so deeply inside of me! I know, vivid imagination, but that’s how it felt.

He turned and lowered me onto the bed, never fully breaking contact, and then, once I was on my back and he was between my legs, he began to move in me, thrusting slowly and deeply. I was looking up into his face, feeling him inside of me, once again very aware of his size – his whole body I mean, not just his cock – and how he could so easily dominate me completely if he chose to. His arms, on either side of my head, were like tree trunks, thick and solid; and yet, with his weight supported there, and no doubt on his knees, the only place I noticed his weight on me was where the insides of my thighs pressed to his hips. More than anything I was aware of his heat and of the hunger I was seeing in his eyes, and his male scent, and of his swollen manhood thrusting inside of me.

I closed my eyes and focused on that last one, pushing my hips up to meet him, when suddenly he stopped! “Laura, are you all right?”

“Oh god yes! Don’t stop!”

“No, I won’t, but don’t bite through your lip.”

I had not been aware I was even biting my lip! “No, I won’t, but…just…god!” He pushed into me again, and I knew it was coming, felt it building. I think he did too, and he matched his thrusts to me, to the movements of my hips, again and again, all my senses slowly coming in, condensing, and then it was upon me! I came, hard and fast, and he did just what I needed, thrusting into me until my orgasm reached its peak and then just burying himself deep and holding himself there as I pushed my body against him, letting me use him to complete it, to ride the wave.

I’m lucky in that I can (and do!) have vaginal orgasms through intercourse, which I understand is not a universal thing, as well as the more common ones achieved by clitoral stimulation – and they’re both great – but they are also different. This type, the intercourse ones, are deeper, and more…I don’t know, complete, I suppose, or fulfilling, for lack of a better word. The clitoral ones are more intense, more sudden and mind-numbing – but if challenged to do so I would be hard pressed to choose one over the other. Fortunately, I don’t anticipate having to do so!

As my most recent orgasm subsided I looked up at Matt, still moving above me. “God, you’re so thick! That was…ohhh, just…wow!”

He smiled, albeit through clenched teeth and a look of intense concentration. “Unhh, damn! It’s nice to be appreciated.” He winced, closing his eyes, and then stared down at me. “You are so hot, and so tight! It’s a little hard to control myself…”

“So don’t! It’s OK.”

He did though, through three more incredible orgasms for me and a great deal of s*******ful use of that amazing cock for him! I know all the sayings, like “it’s not how big a guy’s cock is, it’s how he uses it”, or the more metaphorical “it’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion of the ocean”, but what they all fail to account for is a guy like Matt; a guy that not only is well-endowed, but also is very s*******ed in putting that endowment to use!

He just…worked it! He rose above me and plunged straight down into me, his shaft rubbing my clit and making me come; he moved downwards and drove himself up into me, deep and fast, stretching my sensitive opening around the thick base of his shaft, his balls hitting me each time he pushed in; he backed away, penetrating me only an inch or so, sometimes with just the head of his cock moving in and out of me, until he felt me coming, at which time he drove deeply into me at the precise moment I needed him to; and then last – but certainly not least – he pushed my legs up and put his arms below them, so that my pelvis was raised up and my legs were almost on his shoulders, and he fucked me hard and deep – so deep - his huge balls slapping wetly against my ass with each incredible thrust, his pace quickening as he neared the end, and I came so hard I thought I might pass out!

My orgasm, my cries of passion, my hips thrusting up to meet him, was all apparently, finally too much for him, and as I began to slide down from my peak I heard him groan. “Oh, fuck…cumming! Ohhh, fuuuck mee!”

He would have pulled out, I think, the way we’d agreed upon, except that I was holding him, keeping him in me, my fingers and fingernails embedded in the backs of his thighs at the crease with his ass. I didn’t want him to pull out; I wanted to feel him, to feel his orgasm in me, and so I held him there, and he didn’t fight it. He came, a sudden release which made his cock buck and spasm inside of me, and I felt every last pump, every last twitch of his thick organ as he held it deep inside, emptying himself. I can’t feel the semen itself – some women say they can – but I can feel the expansions and flexing of the penis as it pumps in the fluids, and then afterwards, a warm flood – no, that’s wrong; that makes it sound like I’m sensing the actual semen – it’s more of a warm glow, I guess, but there is a liquid sensation to it, like molten lava as it moves throughout my whole lower abdomen. I love it!

It’s the same with Ben – in fact, it was with him that I first learned to focus on the feeling of his penis spasming inside of me as he came – and it has become one of my favorite things, to know that at that moment of most intense pleasure for my guy, I’m feeling each little flex and twitch of his orgasm. It’s all very…empowering! As a matter of fact, mutual climaxes are almost a letdown for me, because then I can’t feel him come, can’t focus on his orgasm because of my own; it works best just like this, when I come first, and then him – because, you know, it doesn’t work very well in the opposite order. You guys go all limp and useless too fast! And usually need a nap!

After he had pumped himself dry, he partially collapsed over me. A little more of his weight now rested on me, mostly at the pelvis but also a little on the backs of my legs, which were still over his shoulders. His face lowered, hanging near my own, I could hear his heavy breathing. After a few moments he breathed in deeply, and then blew it out. “Damn, that was incredible.”He looked at me with a small wince of embarrassment. “Um, I didn’t pull out.”

“No, I noticed. It’s OK though, I didn’t want you to.”

“Yeah, I thought I kind of sensed that by the way you were holding onto me. It felt awfully good to do it that way, without stopping.”

He was sure right about that! It had been wonderful – but now I felt a warm, wet trickle slip from me and run down my bottom. “It was perfect Matt, but I think I’m about to leave a wet spot on your bed…”

He smiled, raising himself up to look at me. “That’s OK – I take full responsibility. I’m sure it’s mostly my fault, after all.”

He was right of course; anything I leaked would be mostly from him, but still! I expected him to soon slip out of me, to lift up or roll aside so that I could go and clean up a little, or at least roll onto my side – and so I was surprised when his hips started to slowly move, to gently thrust his still mostly hard cock into my overflowing pussy. I looked up at his face, his expression one of near-bliss! Without thinking, I blurted out “You’re not done?”

He looked surprised, perhaps even chagrined. “I’m sorry - do you want me to stop?”

“No, not that; I’m just surprised is all. I thought you were finished.” Actually, it was starting to feel very nice! Not orgasm nice, just more…soothing? No, that’s not right either; it was more like just…sharing; yeah, that’s better, more like we were just extending an intimate moment, sharing the after-effects of our actions. He was still thick and long, but no longer rock-hard. Instead his cock just had a wonderful, warm, flexible, filling effect, and he slid in and out of me easily in the copious lubrication we had collaborated on providing. He still stretched me, but it was less insistent, less aggressive, more, umm, cuddly!

He groaned softly. “Damn I love this, the way it feels after, all sensitive, and wet and slippery. This is the best part!”

I smiled at him. “It does feel good, but the best part? Really?”

He laughed softly. “No, you’re right. It’s not the best part – but it is pretty damn good!”

I couldn’t argue with that! I was just amazed that he was still in me, still moving, still hard enough to make that possible – this was a whole new experience for me, and I discovered I liked it! Ben is a good lover, but in all honesty he probably would have been arelax by now. After just another minute or so though, after enjoying the feel of him in my wet and used pussy, he became limp enough to slip out. I know I groaned softly at the sense of loss, and I heard him gasp at the same time, apparently still feeling that post-coital sensitivity that guys have.

Finally, at that point, he moved off of me, allowing me to lower my legs and roll to my side. I had been unaware, during our lovemaking, of how stiff my legs had become – it hurt to bring them down and bend again! Matt had flopped onto his back alongside of me. I watched his big chest rise and fall, his breathing still heavy but rapidly returning to normal. He rose up and slid an arm under me, lifting me and pulling me to him, my head on his shoulder, and I rested my palm on his chest. I could feel his heart beating. Looking down, I could see his cock, that magnificent instrument of pleasure, lying limply across his left thigh, thick and wet.

After a few moments of lying together in silence, I reached down and touched his penis, enjoying the heavy, post-come thickness of it and the wet, slightly tacky feel. “Matt…”

“Ssshhh, don’t say anything. Let’s just enjoy this for now.” Apparently he knew what I was about to say, but despite his request I knew I needed to say it.

“Matt, this was wrong. I can’t explain why it happened, just weakness I guess, or stupidity, but it can’t ever happen again. It was just… wrong.”

“It didn’t feel wrong Laura. It also didn’t feel stupid.”

“Matt…”

“No, I know. You’re right. I never should have let it happen, I know better. Just so you know, this is not normally the kind of thing I do to my friends.”

“Or me, to my husband. Never before, not in fifteen years. God, what have I done!?” Suddenly I felt awful, dirty and ashamed. Before and during the sex my hormones and endorphins had no doubt clouded my judgment or I could not have enjoyed it as I had, but now the enormity of what I had done came rushing at me like a freight train. I had cheated on Ben, betrayed his trust, broken the biggest promise I had ever made to anyone, and had thoroughly, completely enjoyed it – until now.

I felt the sense of loss, the loss of something very special, and then the grief hit me as if it were a death in the family, and before I could stop it a low moan that turned into a sob escaped me. Matt tightened his grip around my shoulders, hugging me close to him. “Ssshh, it’s OK. Everyone makes a mistake now and then – and Ben never has to know. “ I heard what he was saying; it made sense, but it was not an answer. He continued to try to console me. “Laura, we got caught up in our feelings. It happens – you needed something, I did too, and we were there – it’s like it was meant to be or something. Fate, I don’t know… I guess what I’m trying to say is, you can’t blame yourself.

Between sobs, I managed to say “I don’t – I blame you!”

He went totally still, barely breathing, taking it wrong. “Matt, that was supposed to be a joke – you know, I blame you because you’re so damn sexy and I couldn’t resist, something like that. You know, laughing through the graveyard stuff.” I sniffled, still crying but trying to stop, and he handed me a tissue. I blew my nose.

He squeezed me. “Oh. You had me worried –although it is my fault. And I think the expression is ‘whistling through the graveyard’.” I stifled another sob, and he went on “OK, have it your way – laughing it is.”

I laughed through my tears; he has that ability, to kid with me and make me laugh. It was one of the damned things that I had found so attractive about him! “I should go.”

“No, stay. You don’t have to leave yet.”

“Matt…” I found myself saying that a lot, objecting with no objection.

“Ben won’t be home for a couple of hours yet, right?” I nodded. “So stay, just for awhile. I can’t let you leave feeling so bad after something that was so good. Let’s talk for awhile.”

This was too strange, a guy that wanted to stay and talk after sex! What kind of alien creature was he? “I really should go.”

“Laura, the worst that could happen already did, right? So stay. Where’s the harm?”

I stayed. I should have left, I knew that, but I stayed. He had that power over me, I don’t know why; I do know I should have left.

Stormy:

Your sex seines have to be the hottest and most detailed to have hit this site! WOW!! That was so incredible, I could use an after sex smoke now, and maybe a nap.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Stormy,

You did it again, the little mrs. Read this section this morning and told me that she wants to do nasty things to me .

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!!!!
watcherdoit4fun

Great story. Appreciate you taking the time.

C-4-1, thanks - but i gotta tell you, that smoking crap will ******* ya! Go with the nap instead.

watcher, your welcome, but I know; she told me all about it! Hope you enjoyed it. What am I saying - I'm sure you did!

BigHurt, thanks. I appreciate the comments!
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We lay together and talked for a little while, mostly about minutiae, each other, and our complicity in shafting Ben. Basically we tried to assuage our guilt by trying to rationalize it, the way most people do at the beginning of an affair, I suspect. The truth is, I was still a little bit dazed by the overwhelming nature of the sex; I could not remember ever experiencing anything quite as intense as what we had just done, and it had left me reeling, my mind trying to sort out the feelings and to determine if it was the excitement of forbidden fruit, the “first timer” thrill, and the months of fantasy and anticipation that had made it so good – or if it really had been that good!

One thing was clear; no matter how good it had been, and no matter how much we tried to rationalize our behavior, we were both fully aware that we had crossed the line. As we each came to the same realization, conversation dwindled and died, each of us lost in our thoughts, and though the silence was not uncomfortable, it did seem to grow and put distance between us. Eventually Matt disentangled himself from me and sat up. “I’m thirsty – all that exertion, I guess. You want a bottle of water?”

“And you lost a lot of fluids - but yeah, thanks, that sounds good.” I moved to sit up, but he stopped me, laughing at my comment.

“Stay there, I’ll get us some. You might leave a trail.” He rose, and I watched him walk to the door of his room, admiring the way the muscles on his shoulders and legs – and especially his ass – moved, so sleek and powerful beneath his tanned skin, marveling again at the perfect muscle definition of his broad back. I tried to tell myself that there were probably not many women that would not be very attracted to that, and that his physical beauty was one of the things that had led to my downfall. While undeniably true, it didn’t really make me feel any better.

When he returned, the two bottles of cold water clutched in one hand, I admired the front view as well, especially the way his long, thick cock, arching gently out over his bulging scrotum, swung back and forth in front of him as he walked. Part of his beauty stemmed from the fact that he was so unabashedly unashamed of his nakedness, a man demonstrably comfortable in his own skin, and one who was so utterly, impossibly male! I had never been with a man whose flaccid cock was large enough to swing like a pendulum marking his stride that way, but it seemed natural, and very eye-catching! I smiled, laughing softly just in sheer enjoyment of his physicality. He cocked his head. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. You are just so nice to look at. I was admiring the swing of your thing.”

He chuckled. “That’s better! So even though we were bad today, you like the way I swing and sway?”

I laughed. “So it’s not enough that you’re great in the sack, you’re also a poet?”

Grinning, he handed me one of the bottles. “I’m a man of many s*******s, some better than others. Poetry is just one hidden talent.”

“Mmm, it’s not all that hidden. Just looking at you I can see you’re a Longfellow.”

He laughed as he crawled into the bed beside me. “Oh boy, that’s weak! Tell you what, I’ll stop the bad poetry if you’ll stop the bad puns!”

I agreed to that deal and we each took a long pull at our water bottles. It’s amazing how quickly a lot of strenuous activity and heavy breathing can dry you out! After takeing close to half the bottle, I rolled to my side to place it on his nightstand. Once there, I stayed that way, my back to him and my head resting on my arm. It was somehow easier to say difficult things if I didn’t have to look at him as I spoke. “Matt, will we be able to keep from doing this again if I keep coming here? Wouldn’t it be better to just make a clean break?”

I felt him move, his mass causing the entire bed to shake, and then he was against my back, his arm over me, pulling me to him. It felt good to be held – better than it should have – and to allow myself to take comfort in his sheer size and strength. “Laura, we’re adults. We’ll do what we decide to do, what we make up our minds to do. We’re not helpless in all this.”

“Then why did I do what I just did? I knew all along it was wrong.” His body formed to mine, my head beneath his chin, but his broad chest against my back and my bottom nestling snugly into his groin, his knees fitting neatly inside the bend of my own. We fit together better than we had any right to.

He didn’t answer me at first, and when he finally did it was with a question. “Was that something you’ve thought about doing, before today?”

I nodded, not speaking, but he felt it. “Me too, Laura. Many times – but we never acted on any of that, not until now, not for a whole year. And so we won’t going forward either. Although I do have to say, it was awfully good.”

I nodded again. “It was. Even better than I fantasized about.”

“You fantasized about us?”

“I just told you that.”

“No, I asked if you’d thought about doing it, and you said yes. Well, not said so much as nodded, but you know.”

“Same thing.”

I felt him shake his head. “No, not really. I’ve done both, thought about it and fantasized about it, and they’re very different. Thinking about it would make me kinda horny, but also a little angry with myself for those thoughts. Fantasizing about doing things to you and with you just made me extremely horny.” When I didn’t answer, he continued. “I’ve actually had to jerk off a few times when the fantasies were really good, usually in a hotel room somewhere.”

The silence stretched, and I felt like I was leaving him hanging, his admission of his dirty little secret not balanced by one of my own. Finally I caved in. “I think about you when Ben is making love to me sometimes, imagining it’s you. It makes it very intense, very forbidden. It’s embarrassing how well it works.”

Again that silence, my admission leaving him at a loss for words. Finally he tried to lighten things. “Well, glad I could be of service in absentia, but it was a lot more fun to actually be here. I’m just wondering though, would that qualify as my first threesome – and if so, did I enjoy it?”

He had once again made me laugh when I had no desire to do so. I just wanted to bask in my own guilt and misery for awhile, and he wouldn’t let me! It didn’t help that I was so very aware of his cock against the back of my thigh, the thick weight, warmth, and wetness of it pressed between his leg and mine, and when I felt it begin to swell and harden, I was surprised – and a little disgusted – by the thrill that swept through me. When he shifted, allowing it to move out of the unnatural downward position it had been trapped in and to spring up to nestle into a more natural position between my cheeks, I could no longer pretend to ignore it. “Matt!” Having said that, I found myself at a loss for words. I wanted to tell him to stop, but he really hadn’t done anything, so instead I said “I can’t believe that you’re hard again already!” Well, that certainly wasn’t what I’d meant to say!

“Really? I don’t know why not, it’s been awhile – plus, having that perfect little ass of yours pressing against me is, umm, pretty inspirational!”

I didn’t mention that it would have taken at least another half hour before we could have gotten the lead back into Ben’s pencil – and that only with considerable oral coaxing from me – but I thought it, and hated myself for it. That didn’t keep me from noticing that Matt had again used his knack for saying the right thing at the right time to good effect; every woman wants to be reassured of her beauty and desirability, and him saying that my perfect ass gave him a renewed boner was, under the circumstances, very flattering! It also didn’t keep me from noticing that he was moving against me, sliding that thick, amazing organ in the slick that our earlier sex had left on me, wedging it between my cheeks before moving down and letting the huge head of it push into the creamy crevice where my legs met my butt.

I reached back and put my hand on his hip. “Matt, no.”

He stopped moving. “Are you sure? I mean really Laura, the damage is pretty much done for today.”

“But that was before we had a chance to stop and think about how wrong it was.”

“You know that’s not true, right?”

Damn him, of course he was right, but he could have let me retain my illusion. Denial isn’t a bad place to hide for awhile. “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” I could hear my breathing as I spoke; it had become fast and ragged again, the result of my body taking over, becoming aroused by the feel of his big cock poised to enter me.

He said “Maybe, but the second wrong doesn’t necessarily make the whole thing any worse either.” He reached between us and grabbed his cock, using his hand to move it against me, the head of his cock spreading me apart, prodding at my opening. I was so wet and slippery with his cum that had leaked from me that it wouldn’t have taken much; with just a little push even his thick penis would slide into me easily in this condition, but he didn’t do that.

Instead he teased me, sliding his hardness between my swollen lips, opening me, rubbing himself against my wet, aroused flesh. I felt myself shudder with renewed arousal, and when the tip of his penis rubbed against my hard, sensitive little clitoris, I whimpered softly. Entirely of its own accord – or at least that’s the story I’m staying with – my upper leg rose slightly, making way for him. It wasn’t much, maybe an inch or two, but he felt it, and knew that he had me, and when he knew that he entered me deeply in one long, smooth, exquisite thrust, and I did the only thing I could do. I cried out and pushed myself back against his groin, taking all he had to offer.

From behind he began to fuck me, slowly and deeply, propped up on one elbow, his left hand on my shoulder beneath my neck and his right arm across my hip, his hand pressing on my stomach, both of them gripping and pressing, hard and strong. It was as if his left held me down to his crotch and his right pulled me back against him, and he was so deeply inside of me it was like I was feeling him move in my belly, directly below where his hand pressed into me. It was a very unusual, but very pleasurable sensation, and I closed my eyes and let my mind focus on it. Coming into me this way, from behind, also stretched me differently and seemed to contact parts of me he had not touched before, and I soon knew that I was going to come again, the combination of sensations too much to endure without release.

“Oohhh god Matt! Oh god, I’m gonna come, oh my god! Oh oh ohhh fuck!” and then it was on, I was coming, and he held me as my body bucked against him, demanding all of him. It was amazing, the things he could make my body do, and while I wanted to leap up and dress and run home, I also never wanted it to end – and it didn’t, not yet. As my orgasm began to subside his hand slid up from my stomach and closed over my right breast, engulfing it as before.

His lips near my ear, he groaned “Damn, you have great tits!”

That was nice to hear – like I said, I’ve always been pretty proud of them – but I was so breathless I could barely respond. “Th..thanks, but wh..when you close your big mitts on them th..they seem tiny!”

I heard him chuckle. “No, they’re perfect. Just the right size for you, and such sensitive nipples…” As he said that he gently pinched and tugged at my nipple, and I gasped and bucked against him. I do so love having my nipples played with; and a little bit rough is good, they like that, and he seemed to know that as he continued to gently – but not too gently - *** them, first one and then the other, pinching, kneading, tugging, taking me to the edge of pain and then back to pleasure! I’d had my hand on his hip as he was thrusting into me, feeling his body move, but now I moved it to my own stomach, replacing his, idly curious if I would be able to feel his big cock moving within – and of course I could not.

He continued to play as he fucked me, touching my breasts, kissing and nuzzling my hair and my neck, and I just stopped thinking and enjoyed all the sensations he was creating in me. By now I had raised my right leg and locked it back over his hip, the top of my foot against the back of his thigh, and I could feel the hard muscles in his leg bunch and flex as he would move in and out. We were so very wet, so sloppy wet, that our bodies made wet, slippery, squishy sounds as we moved together, and we smelled of sex, and I could hear the rapid breathing and feel the heat of him, and all of it added to the intensely erotic atmosphere of his bedroom for me, and I could feel another orgasm beginning to grow and stretch itself inside of me.

I don’t know if he sensed that or if it was just coincidence, but at that moment his right hand found mine, and closed over it, and moved it slowly down my body, pulling it lower, his fingers and mine intertwined, dragging across my stomach, then lower still, across my closely trimmed mound, and then lower, between my legs, touching, finding heat, and wetness, and then the place where we were joined, and he held my fingers against him, making me feel the hard, slick thickness of him as he moved in and out of my body. It was exquisitely sensual, the tactile feel of his smooth, slick skin taut over the hardness of his organ beneath, the powerful thrust of his muscles as he drove this amazing manhood into me, the soft wetness of his scrotum trapping my hand between him and my own flesh whenever he thrust deep.

When I gripped his wet, thrusting shaft between my fingers, and he realized that I had no intention of pulling my hand away, he released his grip on me, letting his hand slide back just a little, until his big middle finger found my clit. He touched – feather light at first, and then gradually with more pressure - and began to make small, slow circles on it, and like a bolt of lightning I came, my lines rushing to my center with a desperate urgency. I held onto his cock, feeling it swell and harden as he tensed up and thrust into me, meeting my powerful demand for more, and I cried out, loudly, my fingers feeling him, his finger crushed to my clit, feeling the muscles of my inner thighs and pelvis rigid and thrusting, and I came so hard, and it rolled through my body like a tidal wave.

My orgasm slowly receding into history left me dizzy, light-headed, and utterly exhausted, but still he moved within me, still my fingers felt the hard insistence of his rigid cock thrusting into me, my body still open to receive him, so wet, so welcoming, his thick penis deep inside of me. I groaned and closed my eyes, and let him fuck me, distantly aware of a deep, satisfying pleasure, but for the moment gone from the world.

It will be interesting to see how she acts around hubby later and how many more encounters were in the furture with her new stud.

Another great segment Stormy!!

Thanks!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Thanks C-4-1, I appreciate the comment. I have been able to get enough for a few more segments, probably, although she says we're not very far from becoming current. Not sure what will happen then!
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I was dimly aware of him still moving within me, and against me, of his hard stomach pressed against my ass and lower back flexing and tightening with his movements, but otherwise it was all pretty hazy! I began to become aware of his voice, his lips near my ear, speaking to me. “Laura? Hey, are you all right? Laura?”

“Mmm? Oh, oh yeah, I’m f-f-fine. God, did you feel the earth move?”

He laughed. “I think I did – but then you went totally limp for a few seconds there! That was a little scary, I thought I’d lost you.”

“Mmm, yeah. You could have found me pretty easy, just look down! It got a little foggy for a minute there, but I’m all right now. Whew, that was wild, I think I must have almost ******!”

“Does that happen a lot?”

“No, never; not like that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh no, no way! You didn’t come yet, did you?” I was almost certain that he had not, but then, I’d been gone for a moment or two.

“No, but that’s all right, I don’t need to.”

My arms had gone limp when the rest of me had, and now my hand rested softly on my own stomach, my fingers still wet and slippery from touching us. I moved it back to where we were joined, where he was slowly moving in and out of me in a slow, steady rhythm, and touched, feeling his hardness. I reached just a bit farther and found his soft, slack scrotum, his big balls resting wetly between his thigh and the lower curve of my bottom, and I cupped them, feeling their size and weight, and gently squeezed. “I need you to Matt. I want to feel you come again, inside of me. Please.”

As my hand tightened on him he groaned and pushed into me deeply, pressing himself to my back. I was again aware of how my body fit so easily into the curve of his, and how small he made me feel. It was an odd sensation, one I’ve never had with any other man – but then, none of the few men I’d been with, even all those years ago, had been anywhere near his size or build!

I was savoring the feel of him in me, and felt like a glutton, taking more than I needed even though I sensed that there was very little chance I would come again; that last one had been the ultimate, I was sure I was finished. When his hand snuck under my forearm and between us so that he could touch me, I told him that. “I think I’m done Matt, you don’t have to try to make me come again. But please don’t stop, let me just enjoy you.”

“Mmm. You mean me enjoy you, right? You’re sure you don’t want to quit?”

“No. I mean, yes, I’m sure.” I felt his fingers touch me, and touch us, exploring, touching himself where he thrust into me, feeling the way my wet lips clung tightly to his thick cock, sliding easily in his cum from our earlier go-round and the slick fluids from my own body. What he did next surprised me and caught me totally off guard, and my own reaction shocked me. He withdrew his arm slowly, his questing fingers gradually moving away, and when he raised his wet, cum-smeared fingers to my lips I kissed them, then rubbed my lips over them, feeling the thick pads of his fingertips enveloped in the warm, slippery sex juices sliding sensuously against my tender lips!

The musky, rutting natural scent of us filled my nostrils, and I opened my mouth and licked his finger, then another, and then I was sucking on them, tasting us, the flavor rich and utterly sexual in my mouth, his semen slippery, musky, and masculine, just a little bit salty and intensely sexy as I sucked it from his fingers, and to my further shock and surprise I felt a few little sparks, just those little butterfly flutters of excitement and arousal again, deep inside! I had really anticipated needing time – at least several hours – before the butterflies would stir again; now though…well, this was unexplored territory!

I know I moaned, low in my throat as I sucked his fingers, and I slowly released my grip on his balls, allowing my hand to explore where his had just been. I was a mess – we both were – but it was a gloriously wet, gooey, slippery, sexy mess, one that spoke well of the enjoyment our bodies had each brought to the other. I emulated what he had done, allowing my fingers to collect some of our secretions, and then brought my hand up and over my shoulder, trying to find his lips, to let him enjoy the taste of us. I missed on the first try, misjudging where he was and smearing cum across his jaw and lower cheek, but then he turned his head and licked my fingers, and then took them into his mouth and sucked on them, and I felt the orgasm spread like a warm, wet wave through my body.

It was not a huge one – not like before – but it was gentle and intimate and wonderful (there really are no bad orgasms!) and I moaned and called his name, and felt my body shudder in the grip of pleasure. The muscles inside of me clamped down on him as I came, as they are prone to do, and I felt the shudder move from my body to his as he pulled his fingers from my lips and pressed his hand to my lower stomach, the heel of his hand hard against my mound, and held me to him tightly as he pushed in deeply and came.

I felt him harden and grow, the tip of his penis against the roof of my cunt, and then I felt that first incredible, powerful spasm as his orgasm took him, and then another, and another as he emptied himself once more inside of me, his body making tiny, intense lunges of an inch or less as he came, needing to thrust, but also to remain buried within me. It was beautiful, and I focused on the feel of him inside and on gripping him as he humped into me, trying to squeeze the last little bit from him as he strove toward the same goal. His hand on my stomach, which had been holding me so tightly to him as he finished, began to slowly relax, to ease its pressure on me, and as I felt his the last shudder course through his body I knew he was done.

And it was good that he was, because I too was finished, exhausted, a powerful wave of post-coital languor suddenly washing over me. Matt fell away from me as well, now relaxed and listless, his upper body twisting away to lie back on the bed even as we remained joined below our hips, his thick cock still in me. We both spent the next several moments catching our breath, allowing our pounding hearts to drop back toward a normal rhythm. When I felt him begin to move, to pump his hips and slide his semi-erect cock in the molten pool within me, in the drenching slick of our fluids, I groaned. “Oh god Matt, enough!”

He laughed softly. “Are you worn out already?”

“Already? Oh, my god! You’re an natural!”

“Thank you - I think I may really be done this time though. You’re pretty rough on an old man! I need a nap, then a shower, and then a nice thick steak and a beer.”

“I’d settle for the nap, although I’ll need a shower too. I can’t believe you’re thinking about food!” My eyelids felt so heavy I could barely hold them open, and food was the last thing on my mind. I felt him begin to slowly move away, felt his cock begin to pull slowly out of me, and when it slipped free and dragged down the back of my thigh in a liquid rush I moaned, and heard him gasp.

He groaned as he rolled onto his back, and then his big hand settled on my hip possessively, as if to hold me there, alongside of him, and then I must have drifted off because I don’t know when he got up. The next thing I was aware of I was still on my side, in the same position in which he’d fucked me, and he was standing at the edge of the bed, bending over me, his hand on my shoulder and his lips near my cheek. “Laura…Laura, you need to wake up. Ben is home, you should probably get going.”

My mind groggily registered his words, and the knowledge that I must have fallen arelax, but my eyes registered only that he was still naked, and that his thick, flaccid cock – that glorious instrument of pleasure – was right there in front of me! His bed is one of those high ones, with the deep, pillow-top mattress (like my own) which put me almost at groin level where I was laying. Without thinking I reached out and grabbed him by the balls, pulling him toward me, and when he was in range I kissed the head of his penis, then licked him, and then opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips.

It felt wonderful on my lips and tongue, thick and soft, the skin like warm velvet; it was easily the thickest cock I have ever had in my mouth, even in its flaccid condition, and again I made a mental comparimister to Ben that was not flattering to him. It seemed I could not avoid that, despite my best intentions, but it was just so…different! I sucked gently on him swirling my tongue over the head of his cock, across the tight slit at the tip, and he groaned.

“God, Laura! As good as that feels – and it really does - you need to know three things. First, I don’t think I can get it up again.” I think he was wrong; I could already feel him thickening and growing hard in my mouth, a feeling I just love! He went on. “Second, even if by some miracle I could get hard enough to do anything, we really don’t have time, because, third, like I said, Ben is home. I saw him pull in a few minutes ago, just after I got out of the shower.”

Well, that had the desired galvanizing effect! He had said that, but it hadn’t clicked! I let his cock slip from my lips and sat up quickly. “You showered? How long was I arelax?”

“Not long, maybe fifteen, twenty minutes or so. You just went lights out – I couldn’t bear to wake you up.”

“But Ben is home – are you sure?”

He nodded. “Very. But he just got there a couple minutes ago.”

“What time is it? He shouldn’t be home yet!”I realized that I should have known at once that something was wrong - his cock had been clean and dry in my mouth, freshly washed and with a slight taste and scent of deodorant soap, not slippery and wet and reeking of sex – but I had been too drowsy and relaxed to notice, or to understand that it meant he had taken time to shower! “Matt, you should have woken me! I need to go; can I use your bathroom to clean up a little?”

“Sure, of course; I put a towel and washcloth out for you, on the bar by the shower. You can grab a shower if you want.”

That was what I needed, for sure, but I didn’t have time! A quick wash would have to do. I rose from his bed, looking back at the one large and two smaller wet spots we’d left on his sheets. The DNA evidence on that bed was enough to convict both of us for our crime several times over! I also noticed in passing that I had been right about his cock, which now stood out thicker and longer, semi-erect, about ten or fifteen degrees below horizontal rather than drooping limply toward the floor as it had been before I had decided to taste him.

I stood on tiptoe and kissed him, touching his half-hard penis with my fingers. “Wish we had time!”

He laughed and grabbed my shoulders, turning me toward the bathroom. “An hour ago you were beating yourself up over this, but now you want more! Just go!” He swatted my butt as I moved away, and I tucked it and darted forward, objecting. “Ow, hey!”

I could feel the cum running down my legs as I walked to his bathroom – clearly it had not all drained onto his sheets! Judging by the after-mess he must have come in much greater amounts than I am accustomed to, both times. Ben tends to have smallish ejaculations, although it seems to vary by degree of arousal and length of abstinence; sometimes it’s quite a lot! If the same was true of Matt, he must have been extremely aroused and it must have been a very long time since his last release!

In the bathroom I ran a sink of warm water and washed myself, cleaning up the watery trickles of cum on my thighs and where it has flowed back into my butt crack, as well as the obvious source of the flow. It seemed to be an unstoppable leak, more appearing each time I thought I had won. It was clear that only a thorough shower or a long, hot bath would solve the problem, but that was not an option at the moment. I did the best I could with the thick, soft cloth and towel that Matt had provided, and then tried to do something to my hair; it was a total wreck, and looked as though I had been doing exactly what I had been doing! I did not have even the small brush I keep in my purse, since I had carried over Matt’s groceries and left my purse at home, and he appeared to have nothing either – which figured, since his hair is a short, no-maintenance brush cut.

I combed through it with my fingers, trying to remove the worst of the just-fucked appearance, and then returned to the bedroom to dress. Matt sat on the edge of his bed, still unabashedly naked, his thick penis drawing my eye where it and his huge testicles hung over the edge of his mattress. He whistled when I walked out. “You really are beautiful, you know.”

It’s a very nice thing to say to a woman with whom you’ve just spent the last couple of hours in vigorous lovemaking! “Thanks Matt – you too.”

He laughed. “Did you get all cleaned up – did you find everything you needed?”

“Everything but a hair brush.” He nodded, and I looked at him as I picked up my panties. “You come a lot, you know.”

He shrugged. “Sorry – I’ve always done that, it’s not something I can control.”

“I wasn’t complaining, just commenting. I don’t mind.” He watched me dress, first stepping into my panties and then putting my bra back on. It was funny; I very much remembered him unhooking my bra, and sliding my panties down my legs. Those had seemed like momentous happenings, and were firmly implanted in my mind, but I could not recall much about how the rest of my clothes had come off. Clearly they had – I was naked when we had finished – I just didn’t remember it happening!

Even with the intimacy we had shared, I was again suddenly very aware of the boring, prudish nature of my everyday underwear. “Fancy lingerie, huh?” Sometimes a self-deprecating first strike is a good tactic.

He grinned. ”They look good on you - but even better on the floor next to my bed.”

I laughed. “Very smooth! I actually do have some nicer things.”

“You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“Matt, as wonderful as that was there can’t ever be another time.”

“No, I know. You can always just bring your lingerie over in a bag and show it to me.”

As I laughed and bent to retrieve my blouse he stood and walked over to where his pants were folded across the back of a chair. Buttoning my blouse, I was surprised when he crossed and stopped in front of me, holding out a twenty dollar bill. I took it and stared at it, puzzled, then looked up at him. He must have seen the mystified expression on my face. “It’s for the groceries – remember?”

I nodded, blushing. “Oh! Oh, of course!”

He seemed to realize where my mind had gone. “What did you think it was for? Did you think I was trying to pay you for the sex?” He laughed as he said that – and of course it was ridiculous, but just for a moment there… “Laura, I’d have to empty my bank account to pay you for that sex, it was way better than anything I could afford! Twenty bucks, jeez…”

I was still blushing, but his comment gave me a warm rush. “This is more than you owe me, I’m sure. Plus, I still have your Pepsi at my house. I’ll give you some change when you come over to get that.”

He shrugged. “Keep it; we’ll consider it a down-payment for the sex. I still owe you though, big-time.”

I laughed as I stepped into my skirt and fastened it around me. “You paid me in liquid assets already.” It was his turn to laugh. “I have to go Matt. I hate to screw and run, but…well, thanks, that was incredible. So very wrong, but still incredible.”

He pulled me to him, holding me, fully dressed, against his naked body, and we kissed. “I can’t argue with that.” He paused. “ Laura, I don’t regret it.”

“I do, Matt – and I guess I always will, on some level – but maybe not as much as I should.”

He just looked at me, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ll wait awhile before I come over to get my Pepsi.”

I nodded. “That’s probably a good idea. Well…” Why was this so awkward? We had just made love, been totally intimate and completely vulnerable with each other, but now there was an uncomfortable, widening gulf between us. All I had to do was walk away – and I desperately needed to get home!

He smiled softly, apparently recognizing it too. “Well…you’ll understand if I don’t walk you out.” He looked down at his own nudity.

“Completely – it’s probably for the best. I’ll see you later then?”

“Sure, but with clothes on. Bye Laura.”

We kissed again, and I let my hand find and cup his genitals, supporting him, feeling the warmth and weight of him as if forming a memory to keep. God he felt good! “Goodbye Matt.”

I took my leave, going out the front door and closing it behind me. Crossing the street I glanced back at Shari’s house; it appeared that she was still gone, and thus unaware of my afternoon at Matt’s, something to be thankful for! It seemed Ben was indeed home; the garage door, which I had left open, was now closed, and my heart was pounding at the thought of walking in and explaining where I had been. Worse, I was very aware that my panties were becoming wet with more of Matt’s semen still leaking from me – to be expected, I suppose, considering how deeply he had deposited it in me.

At our door I hesitated momentarily, then entered as normally and nonchalantly as I could. Ben was toward the back of the house, crossing between the kitchen and family room, and he looked over as I came in. “Hi babe! Where have you been?”

“Oh, just over at Matt’s. He caught me leaving for the store and asked me to pick up a few things for him, so I carried his stuff over when I got back.” At least that had the benefit of being entirely true; I had not had to lie to him – yet.”

“Oh…I guess that probably explains the Pepsi on the counter too.” He’s very observant! Neither of us takes regular Pepsi.

“Yeah, that’s his. It was more than I could carry in one trip, but he’s going to come and get it later.” I made no effort to explain why he had not just walked back with me to get it, but I did have a brief image of him crossing the street with me, still stark naked, and wondered if even that would have made him self-conscious! “Aren’t you home a little early?”

He nodded. “A little. Our last marketing campaign worked great, everybody was feeling very good about it, so we knocked off and went out for a take. Hell, it’s Friday, the weather is great, the weekend is supposed to be nice – we thought we’d start it a little early to celebrate!”

“Oh, that’s nice - you should do that more often, you work too hard!”

He crossed to me and put his arm over my shoulders, pulling me toward him. “Mmm, maybe. You know what would make this afternoon just a little more perfect?” His hand closed on my breast, and I panicked, knowing what he wanted, my mind screaming ‘No Ben, you almost never do this! I know the holy water left you feeling all relaxed and amorous, but not now, of all times! God, please, not now!’ I think I may have stopped breathing.

He bent and kissed me, his lips sladying mine and his tongue pushing into my mouth. I could taste the peaty flavor of Scotch on his breath and on his tongue, but even while I was registering that my mind wondered what he would think if he knew that just minutes before I had held another man’s penis in my mouth, had been sucking a warm, thick cock where his tongue now probed! Could he tell?? I felt myself stiffen and must have pulled away, or maybe pushed at him, because he pulled back and looked at me, puzzled and hurt.

There was a look in his eyes that I didn’t want to see, something different, combined with the pain of my sudden and unexpected rejection. To me that look said he knew, he was aware of what a cheating slut I was, that I had hurt him, cut him, and destroyed our trust. That’s what his eyes said to me; that he knew it all, everything!

stormy,
Great as usual. I am deep in thought, trying to figure out my own feelings. You bring the characters to life placing the reader in the story line.
JJ.

Cuck who loves a creampie.

Damn, that was hot, hot, hot Stormy. Man, to be young again and to be able to fuck over and over again. Just a nice, distant memory for me, once and done these days. Great writing, thank you.

Curious to see what happens to Laura and Ben from here on out. Since this is a Cuckold site, it would be appropriate for Ben to become a cuck, I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Shit, had I been there, I would have been all over that cream pie. I definitely would have been all over that cream pie. I wonder if she left slippery spots on the grass or the roadway walking across the street. Probably should have put up some of those "Caution slippery floors" signs that they use on the house boat.

Thanks again

TrF2

Please continue!

jjthom and C-4-1, thanks! I appreciate the support, and the bumps back up. Glad you're enjoying it.

Trf2, you really nailed that one! It does seem like shame to let a perfectly good creampie go to waste - but that would have been difficult, I suppose, to break the news in that way. Still, I'm sure she could have found some other volunteer to help her with that. Thanks again for hanging around for the last few years!

eet - OK, I will! And thanks for dropping a line, it is appreciated.
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He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“You – uh, you taste like *****!”

“Just Scotch, that’s all I had; I thought it was beer breath that you didn’t like.”

I still had this crazy sense that he could just look at me and know I’d been unfaithful to him, that there was some tell-tale, flashing neon sign that shouted to him that I had been fucking somebody else, or that I had been having these amazing, earth-moving orgasms for much of the last couple of hours. It didn’t seem logical that I could do what I’d done, could have had multiple orgasms of the intensity that I had just experienced with Matt, and Ben wouldn’t be able to sense it! He knows me better than anyone, so I felt like to him surely it had to show, somehow, and it didn’t make any sense that it wouldn’t - but maybe, just maybe, it didn’t!

I made a face about his beer breath remark. “Ick! I don’t, but this was kind of an odd taste too. It just surprised me is all.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He acted a little petulant, and seemed like maybe he was going to sulk because I’d rejected him, and asked brusquely “So what’s for dinner?”

Crap! I’d completely forgotten to take anything out, and now it was getting late to start something. “It’s a little early, but I was kind of hoping maybe you’d take me out somewhere tonight. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy.”

He shrugged. “Oh, OK, we could do that I guess – so if I promise to suck on a mint or something, then what about my idea?”

“What idea?”

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You know, a little afternoon delight…”

I tried to act calm, and maybe even a bit disappointed. “Well, Matt could be here any minute; he was going to come over and get his Pepsi. I don’t know…” My heart was pounding! I was going to have to find a way to avoid sex with him without hurting his feelings, but no matter what I could not let him get near enough to me to discover the evidence I knew was in my panties, and likely still inside of me as well.

He grabbed me and pulled me to him, his arms around me from behind and his groin nestled against my butt. Now that was a very familiar position! “How about if I promise to be really quick?” His hands closed over my breasts and he began to gently squeeze and play with them.

I laughed. “You know, usually promising to be really fast is not a good recommendation.”

“Well, make up your mind!” He humped himself against my bottom, and I thought he might be hard. “Would you rather I was quick, or would you rather be caught by our neighbor in the middle of makin’ whoopee?”

“Ben, I’m not really in the mood right now! You know it takes me longer to get really into it; I’m not quite as instantaneous as you. Why don’t we wait ‘til later, when we can both enjoy it?”

He leaned into me and kissed my neck, and then my ear and cheek, and then sucked on my earlobe, which always sends tingles through me. Today was no exception, even if I had thought I was all tingled out. He put his tongue in my ear, and then ran it lightly down the side of my neck, naking me shiver. He whispered “I bet I know a way to get you in the mood quick!”

Oh sure! Even if there was a remote chance we could have had intercourse without him realizing that I was leaking another man’s cum – and I didn’t for a moment think there was – there was no way that I could let him put his mouth on me until after I’d had a chance to bathe thoroughly! For some reamister though, the thought of him doing it, unaware of what he would be tasting, gave me a sick little thrill of arousal! “Ben come on, I’m all hot and sweaty. I was working outside this morning, then cleaning, and then lugging groceries out to the car and into the house. I’m kind of grungy, and I don’t feel very desirable right now, you know.”

He squeezed my boobs again. “You do to me.”

He released me with his right hand and I felt him fumbling at his zipper, his hand between us. I heard him unzip, and then felt his hardness as he pressed himself against me again. I pulled away and looked down to see his cock poking out of his open zipper, rigid and ready, looking back at me. I laughed. “Well, it sure looks like Little Benny is ready to go!”

He grinned and wiggled his hips, wagging his erection back and forth. “Oh, he is! I told you that – so how about it?”

I touched him, feeling the hard stiffness of his cock and enjoying the way it fit into my hand with such easy familiarity. I stroked him softly. “Do you suppose he’d like a kiss?”

“Oh I feel certain he would.” Ben had begun to sense that he might get his way after all, and it was not terribly unusual for me to suck on him as a part of our foreplay. I bent and kissed his penis, right on the tip, and then licked him, running my tongue over the head of it. It was pointing straight up, curving back slightly toward his stomach with its familiar arch, and at that angle it was easy for me to slip my lips over it and let my tongue explore the ridge at the back of his cock head. I felt it swell and strain under the attention of my tongue, and he groaned.

I sucked on him, creating a vacuum with my cheeks, and then let him slip from my lips with an audible pop. He groaned again, but stopped when I dropped to my knees in front of him and gripped his cock in my hand, put him back in my mouth, and began to stroke and suck him at the same time, slowly increasing the pace and intensity of it all.

I tried not to do it – which was probably my downfall; you can’t will yourself to not think of something – but again I found myself comparing him to Matt. First came a little thrill of excitement and guilt, when I realized that for the first time in my life I’d had two different men’s cocks in my mouth on the same day! I had never done that before, ever; I was pretty sure I’d never even done it in the same week – or maybe even the same month – and here I was sucking my second cock in one day! For a moment I felt so dirty, so slutty, kind of a feeling of disgust and a thrill of arousal all mixed together. It was kind of exciting, really.

The other thing was, though, that I noticed how much more slender Ben’s penis was. I couldn’t make myself not notice. It wasn’t a matter of length, as I had not taken Matt deeply into my mouth at any point, and was not doing so for Ben either; I’m not a big fan of intentionally gagging myself. But thickness-wise, where I’d had to open my mouth wider to take Matt’s cock, and even when it was soft it had still felt like it filled my mouth, Ben’s was thinner, easy to take in and suck on and to trace with my tongue, and, again, familiar. Not boringly familiar, but not excitingly different either. Just…familiar, but noticeably smaller.

He was pumping his hips slowly, sliding himself in and out of my mouth, and I released my grip on his shaft long enough to reach through his open zipper and fish out his balls, which I squeezed as I sucked on him. He moaned softly, then said “Do you want to go upstairs, or in on the sofa or something?”

“Mmmm.” I slipped him from my mouth and looked up at him. “I’m happy right here.”

“But if you keep doing that you’ll make me come, before we can even get you nekkid…”

I was sucking on him again. “Mmm-hmmm.” I let him slip out again. “I know. I’m familiar with how it works.”

“You never let me come in your mouth anymore!”

“That’s not true – I do so, sometimes.”

He shook his head. “Well, maybe – but it’s been a long time!”

He was right; it had been a very long time. I don’t know why, I do enjoy it for the most part, and used to do it quite a lot. It used to be Plan B when I was on my period, or earlier, when dating, to avoid the possibility of pregnancy at certain times. We had just fallen out of the habit, I suppose because when I’d sucked him and he’d come, he was done and we couldn’t have regular sex. “Well…I was in the mood. Do you not want to do it that way?”

“Sure – I mean yeah, it’s fine with me! I’d love it!” Like rumor has it for most men, Ben knew better than to look a blowjob in the mouth, so to speak. “Please, by all means – I’ll pay you back later.”

I just smiled up at him and took him into my mouth again, but I was thinking ‘yeah, much later!’ He was very hard! Watching his face, looking up into his eyes, I sucked his cock, watching him watch me. I enjoyed the look on his face, the intent concentration on his own pleasure, and the feel of his hard penis in my mouth. Much to my surprise, I was actually beginning to get somewhat aroused! Soon his calm, joking demeanor – and his expression - changed; his lips were slightly parted, and he was beginning to breathe more heavily, and he seemed to get even harder. I knew his thoughts were turned inward. When he frowned slightly, biting his lip, and his eyes closed, I knew he was very close and prepared myself for that first warm blast of slippery, tasty cum…and then the doorbell rang!

Surprised, I let him slip from my mouth and pulled away, and he groaned and grabbed himself. “Ohh, my god! I was almost there, right on the edge! God – don’t stop, just ignore it!”

“I can’t! It’s probably Matt, and he knows we’re here. Just hold that thought, and we’ll pick up later where we left off.” Fortunately we had moved slightly into the family room before I had gone down on my knees, so we were not directly in line and visible from the front door, because I was pretty sure I had not closed the inner door. If we had been doing this about two feet to the left, he could have stood at the screen door and watched us!

Ben groaned again. “Goddamn, hold that thought, she says! I’m lucky I can hold back from coming, because that was just seconds away!”

As I stood and licked my lips before running my hand across my mouth, Ben, hard and wet, was busily trying to tuck himself back into his pants and get zipped without damaging anything precious. I don’t know why, but for some reamister that made me laugh. As I moved to answer the door, he growled “Well, I’m so glad one of us is enjoying this!”

I knew he was trying to act all gruff and hurt, but he was also being funny, and that made me laugh harder. “Hey, a little delayed gratification will be good for you!” He just grumred some more.

It turned out I was right, it was Matt, and when I answered the door still laughing, he smiled at me. “What’s funny?”

“Oh, just Ben clowning around. You had to be there. Come on in.”

As he entered I turned and walked back toward the kitchen. He followed. “Hey, I just thought I’d drop in and pick up my Pepsi. Hope I’m not interrupting anything – is this a bad time?” No longer naked (disappointing!), he had donned a pair of baggy khaki cargo shorts and a shirt of a peach- tangerine chambray with the upper three buttons undone, and a pair of Crocs flip-flops on his feet. He looked studly-casual, but not nearly as nice as he did sans clothing.

Ben answered him. “Hey Matt, how’s it going? No, come on in, we’re just kind of…hanging out. No problem.”

I glanced at him to see if he was trying to be funny with his “hanging out” comment, and he winked at me – clearly his double-entendre had been intentional. He and Matt began to talk baseball; it was after the All-Star Break, and, shockingly, our local team was still in contention – for now. I puttered around the kitchen putting away the last few groceries I had left out. I know that it should have made me very uncomfortable, having the man with whom I’d spent the afternoon making love and exchanging fluids now standing in my home, talking with my husband, but it didn’t. It was a little weird, certainly, but since we all knew each other, and had for some time now, it was not terribly uncomfortable. I was surprised by that.

I had expected Matt to just take his Pepsi and go, had thought that maybe he would not be very comfortable being around Ben so recently after our encounter, but when Ben offered him a take he readily accepted. I got each of them a beer – Samuel Adams - from our refrigerator and a cranapple juice for myself, and we wandered out onto our patio and took seats, me next to Ben and Matt opposite, facing us. He nodded toward me while speaking to Ben. “I appreciate you letting me borrow your wife.”

I almost fetishd, but Ben just shrugged. “Hey, no big deal. She said she was headed to the store anyway, so what’s a couple of extra items, right?”

“Yeah, that’s what she said too, but still I had a lot to do, so it kind of helped me take a load off. I offered to wash her car for her, but she wouldn’t let me.”

I laughed. “You big liar, you did not!” I looked at Ben. “He was washing his when I left – I tried to talk him into doing mine too.”

“And I said I would!”

“Sure – if I helped - and wore a bikini! Not gonna happen, big fella!”

Ben laughed. “I don’t know why not – you look good in your bikini! And anyhow, isn’t that why you spend all that time working out, so you can show it off a little?”

I slapped his leg. “Oh sure! And what would the neighbors say then?”

He shrugged. “Fuck em’! None of their business – besides, you can’t live your life by what other people think. Old Shari would just be bitchy because she was jealous that you look so good.”

Matt laughed. “And hey, I’m a neighbor too, and I would have voted in favor.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “Yeah, well, just you guys never mind. I think I’ll just drive it through the carwash.” I was thinking that Shari would be jealous – and vindictive – about more than the way I looked, if she only knew! Still, it was nice to get the positive reinpowerment from both of them.

Matt pointed at me with his beer bottle. “Well, the offer stands.” We made small talk for a few minutes, while the guys drank their beers, until Matt rose to his feet, his bottle empty. “Well, guess I’ll go see what I can scrounge up for dinner.”

Ben looked up at him. “We’re going to go someplace and grab a bite – nothing fancy, but you’re welcome to join us if you like.”

Matt glanced at me, then shrugged. “Sure, if that’s OK with you guys. Where are you going?”

I shook my head. “We haven’t decided yet; just something easy and close by. We don’t want to have to dress up.” We kicked it around a little and decided on Tubby’s Grill, which was a little sports bar and restaurant about a mile away, in a small strip mall. It definitely fit into the ‘nothing fancy’ requirement, but the beer was always ice cold and the food was good – mostly burgers, chicken sandwiches, Philly cheesesteaks, that type of thing, and a small selection of steaks – and it had the requisite fifteen or so flat-screen TV’s mounted all around, all tuned to various sports at all times, even if the only thing on was fishing and cricket – whatever that is. And, it was close-by; we went there fairly often, enough so that we were on a first-name basis with Dave – also known as Tubby, the owner of the place.

Matt looked from me to Ben. “So, are we ready to go?”

I demurred. “I need to go clean up a little, and I want to change. You guys have another beer or something, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I’d told Ben that I felt a little grungy, so he was not surprised, and of course the big guy in the baggy shorts knew exactly why I needed to clean up a little. He just nodded innocently and returned his attention to Ben, while I walked toward the stairs. Climbing up, I became extremely aware of how wet my panties were, more of Matt’s seemingly endless supply of semen no doubt to blame. I definitely had a little cleaning and maintenance that needed to be tended to!

Stormy, you're doing it again. Outstanding story! Goin' down the path...

This is turning into a real treat Stormy. I think you are enjoying it too !

Storm

Excellent story. At this moment I do have to say that Ben certainly has my empathy. I look forward to more.

GH

Great story. I'm really enjoying it. Thanks.

Another great story so far Stormy. Very much looking forward to the next installment.

WOW!! Laura was soooooo close to having her cum-filled pussy discovered by Ben. For a moment there, I thought she was going to be busted.

Great story being unfolded by the both of you.

Thanks!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Wow, absolutely fabulous, stormy!

So how much of this is already "written out" for you by her?

Do you receive it that way? Via email or something?

Are you mostly just "fixing" things and adding proper adjectives/adverbs? Or are you basically writing it from a general outline she has laid out for you?

I'm dying to know if this turns out to be a true cuckold story in the end, or just a cheating story?

I'm assuming since this IS a cuckold board, it will go that way, but still I'm curious to find out if - and how - it does.
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Stormy,
Great as usual. I just hope they don't crash and burn! I have become attached to the characters.
JJ.

cuckaliciousr: We would all love to know..... but that would really take away from the ending of such a great story. I too am hoping we see a new cuckold relationship born and have more updates about her adventures.

Stormy: Great job again!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Wow. poor Ben. Clueless as can be. As others have mentioned, I'm waiting to see how this develops Stormy.

Excellent writing, Laura sure picked the perfect writer to convey her story to us. I'll keep saying it, you should look into writing professionally, your literary s*******s are captivating.

Thanks as always

TrF2

Thanks cuckaliciousr, I'm very glad you enjoyed it! I will try to answer your questions in a PM, if that's OK with you, probably tomorrow. I sure appreciate the kind words.

Thanks jj, I don't get the sense that they do, or at least not yet, but the story is still growing at the other end as i try to catch up to it at this end, so we'll see. I hope not as well on the crash and burn thing!

C-4-1, I'm not sure where it goes ultimately, just maybe another segment or two for now. She won't skip ahead, even for me!! "Laura" is currently on a vacation and I am almost out of material, and when she returns is about when i leave for several days. May not have much more until after 10/27 or so. Thanks for your continuing interest!

Trf2, thanks, that is a very fine compliment! I'm afraid my potential agent and editor would both want to string me up for my slow rate of production. Then again, if I could figure out a way to make money at it i could write full-time! I do hope she does not end up hurting Ben. I could see myself in his shoes.
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Ben liked Matt’s beer as well, and claimed we’d sampled it when we toured the brewery. If so I didn’t remember doing it, but now we each gave it two thumbs up. We chatted for a little while, until the waitress came and took our orders. I ordered a turkey/bacon/avocado sandwich, Ben got a burger, also with bacon, and Matt ordered a twelve ounce rib eye, medium-rare. I remembered him saying that our afternoon romp had left him hungry for a nice steak, and when I looked at him as he ordered he raised his eyebrows at me. Clearly he was thinking of the same thing, which gave me a tiny thrill!

After she’d gone, we just sat and talked, enjoying a little people-watching, occasionally greeting someone that one or another of us knew. In one corner of the bar Dave has a small stage set up, and on Friday and Saturday nights – when there are no baseball playoffs, college football games, and it’s not March Madness – he has a live band from eight until about eleven or midnight, depending on the crowd. As we were waiting for our food, a couple of guys came in and started setting up equipment and uncasing instruments. I recognized them from a previous visit; they were good, doing covers of old rock mistergs, and some rock/country crossover stuff. We had enjoyed them, and I was glad to see them again!

Please understand: Tubby’s is a sports bar, first and foremost, and the TV’s would continue to be tuned to sports while the band played, but to fill the place up when sports are a little slow he does the band, with dancing, and it has been well received. When big sporting events are taking place there is no need for – or room for – a band, and so he skips those weekends. Dave is a really good guy, supporting local kids’ teams and offering special events for fundraisers, and his little bar and grill has done well. I wish him all the success in the world!

I couldn’t help but notice, as we waited, how Matt drew the eyes of many of the women in the room. It was especially noticeable when he excused himself to visit the men’s room; I watched several female heads turn to track his movement across the bar, including several that were obviously sitting with either a husband or a boyfriend. It was almost embarrassing how obvious some of them were, and near-predatory in some cases, like the two twenty-something “ladies” at the bar that were obviously watching and exchanging comments about him as he passed. It actually made me a little jealous, which I know is insane, but whatever; it just did.

Talking with Ben, I didn’t see Matt returning until he was halfway across the room, but again he had hungry eyes on him – and no, it was not just my imagination; when he slid into the booth with us, some of the following eyes gave us a thorough once-over as well! I met the eyes of one fairly attractive blonde that was at the front, waiting for a table, and she stared at me for a few seconds before looking away. I know that look; it’s a look of appraisal, of sizing up the potential competition. I could almost hear her mind whirring over what possible link there could be between me, Ben, and Matt!

Somewhat nonplussed over the level of interest Matt had received, I tuned back into the conversation just in time to hear Matt ask Ben if I had told him that we were welcome to use the work-out room and exercise equipment at his house. “So, like I told Laura earlier, you guys can just go use it whenever you feel like it. She has my key, and that stuff just sits there gathering dust when I’m gone. For that matter, you can use it when I’m in town too – but ring the bell, just in case I’m, um, you know, entertaining a lady.”

Ben laughed. “Oh, for the rough life of a bachelor like you! I appreciate the offer though – maybe I’ll do that, I could stand to get in shape a little.” I knew when he said it that he was not serious. He means to, he really does, but somewhere between intentions and execution things always fall apart.

I looked at Matt. ”I’m glad you mentioned that, I had forgotten to tell him – or hadn’t had the chance yet. I probably will take you up on that offer, but don’t hold your breath about seeing Benny over there. His favorite exercise is the one he’s doing right now, the twelve-ounce curl.”

Matt laughed. “Well, in all fairness, that’s one of my favorites too. I only do the others to stay in shape for beer takeing.” I knew he was trying to cushion my shot at Ben by using a little self deprecation. He went on “Hey, let me ask you this; I’ve been considering having a spa – you know, a hot tub – installed on my patio. If I decide to do that, would you guys be interested in using it?”

Ben and I looked at each other, each knowing what the other was thinking, and Ben got sort of a goofy little grin on his face. “Sure! That sounds good, it might be fun to have it available – you want us to chip in for it?”

Matt laughed. “No, that’s not what I was asking for! I just figured with me gone so much it would be sort of ridiculous to have it sitting out there burning up electricity and chemicals if nobody was going to use it. If you two think you might enjoy it, we’ll just call it a little perk for Laura taking such good care of things for me – and at least that way I know it will get some use when I’m not around.”

Ben nodded. “Well, sure then – but don’t do it just for us.”

Matt shook his head. “Nah, I use them all the time at the hotels and stuff; it’s very good for sore, stiff muscles, plus it relaxes me so I relax better. I enjoy it, and I’ve been thinking about it for awhile.” He grinned wolfishly. “Plus, they’re great for breaking down barriers – I don’t know of any better way to get a lady out of her clothes.”

Thinking that he’d had no trouble getting me out of mine, even without a hot tub, I felt my blush begin to rise. Trying to distract, I threw it back at him. “Surely you don’t get involved with women at hotels, in hot tubs in public places!”

Matt laughed. “Well, I’d be lying if I denied it. You’d be surprised how often, late at night, you have the entire pool and hot tub area all to yourself. It’s been known to happen, maybe once or twice – but that’s all I’ll say; a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

Ben chuckled conspiratorially, as if he’d ever been a part of something like that. “It wasn’t the kissing part that I really wanted to hear about! I don’t suppose you took any pictures…?

Matt shook his head, grinning. “You, my friend, are hopeless! Tell you what, since I’ll probably get one, you can take your own pictures of your adventures – of course, you’ll have to make copies for me. And actually, I’d prefer video…”

I laughed at them. “Well, you can just forget that! If that’s the plan, Ben will spend a lot of time alone in your hot tub – or maybe the two of you can enjoy it together. I’m sure we’d all enjoy those pictures!”

They both laughed, Matt then frowning in mock disappointment. “Why is it that the most photogenic permister is always the most camera-shy? It makes no sense.”

Ben squeezed my leg beneath the table, high up on my thigh, and I knew that the idea of being able to play in Matt’s hot tub appealed to him. Adding that thought to his pre-existing horniness, he was probably really suffering now! As I put my hand on top of his and squeezed it, he looked again at Matt. “I’ll work on her later, in private; maybe I can talk her into a few home movies or something.”

I just raised my eyebrows and looked at each of them in turn. “Nope! What happens in the hot tub stays in the hot tub.”

Matt caught my eye for just a second, then said “Speaking of which, if we do this and you use it, have a little consideration for the next permister, and for the filtration system, if you know what I mean.”

It took me a second, but when I realized it was a bodily fluids wisecrack I said “Oh, gross! That’s just disgusting – and you use public ones all the time, you said!”

“I’m not the one that has to clean the filters on those.”

We were all laughing – fairly grossed out, but sick humor is still funny, sometimes – when our waitress brought our food, followed by Dave carrying another round of beers. We had not ordered them, but Dave is both intuitive of his customer’s needs and a good businessman; he knew better than to wait for the sale to come to him!

After our waitress had departed, Dave hung around to chat, and Matt asked him if he knew anyone in the spa business – and of course, he did! With the number and variety of people that patronize Tubby’s, Dave is always a great source for a recommendation. He left and returned a few moments later with a name and phone number jotted on a piece of paper, Rob Donnelly at Leisure Time Spas, which he assured Matt was a very reputable dealer and only about seven or eight miles away. Dave pulled an empty chair over and sat at the end of our table. “So, you’re thinking of getting a spa, huh?”

Matt shrugged. “Yeah, thinking about it. I have been for awhile now.”

We were eating as we chatted with him. One thing a restaurant owner will never take offense at is people eating while he talks to them! “You’ll love it – I’ve got one at home. Me and Mrs. Tubby use it all the time, plus we have friends over sometimes. It makes for a very relaxing evening, and a very laid-back kind of party; a little hot water, some jets and bubbles, a glass or two of wine…” he paused, his mind obviously recalling some good times. “You do have to keep up with maintenance though – aren’t you gone a lot?”

Matt nodded. “Yeah, a few days every week. Ben and Laura can look after it for me though, we live right across the street from each other.”

He looked from Matt to us, surprised. “Really? You know, you guys come in here all the time, but not together usually. I don’t think I ever knew you were neighbors. Isn’t that interesting!” I wasn’t sure why he thought it was interesting – none of us were - but we all politely agreed that it was indeed. He stood and pushed his chair back where he had found it, at a nearby table. “Well, if you’re going to do the maintenance on it for him, be sure you he lets you use it too! So how’s the food tonight, folks?”

We assured him that it was very good. It was too, it always is, and with our glowing reviews he went happily on his way, stopping here and there when he spotted a familiar face so he could schmooze with his customers. We focused on our meals, our conversation dropping to an occasional small, trivial exchange while we ate. Matt’s left foot had been against mine earlier, the outer sides touching, and when he slowly slid the toe of his shoe alongside my leg and up the back of my calf my heart skipped a beat. He was acting very casual, as if nothing was going on, but I saw him sneak me a look from beneath his brows as he leaned forward to take a forkful of food, and I frowned at him.

My left hip was toward Ben, alongside of me, with only my purse between us, and my right was almost touching the wall. I knew that Matt’s right foot was probably nearly against Ben’s as well, because there was not a lot of room for three pairs of legs beneath this table, especially when one set is as long and thick as Matt’s – in other words, it was rather close quarters for a secret game of footsie! When Ben was distracted, taking a long draw from his beer, I gave an almost imperceptible shake of my head, trying to tell Matt to quit – which he didn’t do right away, but continued to touch and stroke my leg with his foot.

The combination of the fear of discovery and the tingle of excitement was making my tummy flip-flop, and I could barely eat! Finally, mercifully, he gave me a small wink and stopped teasing me. It was a little late for that, unfortunately, because I was surprised to find that his teasing had left me quite aroused! I had not expected that so soon after my illicit but very satisfying afternoon! Matt had finished his steak and baked potato and was filching a few French fries from my plate as I finished up, which was fine, as I had far more than I could eat. When we had all pretty much finished, we shifted around a little and got comfortable as our waitress took our plates away.

We had decided to stay and enjoy the music for awhile, and the band was getting ready to start playing. When Ben excused himself to visit the men’s room, I leaned across toward Matt. “Are you out of your mind? What did you think you were doing?”

He laughed. “Just teasing you when you couldn’t object, and wishing I was on the inside of your leg instead of the outside.”

“Well stop it! I have white pants on, remember? You probably got dirty shoe prints all over them.”

He looked chagrined. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that! Sorry – but I was just using the top of my foot, so it can’t be too bad.”

I slid to the aisle and checked, and it was not; just a little bit of loose dirt and dust which I was mostly able to brush off. “Well, that’s a relief! Your big footprints up my leg might have been difficult to explain!”

“I know, my mistake. I said I was sorry. I was just goofing around.”

I had moved back to my prior spot before Ben returned, and Matt had moved to the end of the booth and turned so that he could lean back against the wall, putting his right foot up on the bench and crooking his elbow over his bent knee. We continued chatting, he and Ben talking about the best way to screen off his planned spa from the surrounding yards. I felt a little bad for coming down so hard on Matt when he was just trying to tease me a little – and he hadn’t said much to me since Ben returned, so I was afraid I’d hurt his feelings -but it had just been my fear of discovery talking. I really wasn’t angry with him, but I may have also felt just a little bit embarrassed about how quickly my body had responded, and with that combination had over-reacted!

Realizing that his left foot was still on the floor beneath the table, touching my own, and that with his other leg crooked up on the seat as it was he would be quite vulnerable, I decided on a little revenge. Kicking off my sandal, I slid my foot up his leg, slowly and teasingly, until I was caressing the inside of his left thigh with my bare toes. His eyes flicked to me and away again, quickly, as he continued to talk to Ben, but I watched his hand, which had been resting on its side in a relaxed position on the table, gradually tighten into a fist as I trailed my toes higher on his leg.


I had just enough holy water (my fault) and arousal hormones (his own fault!) in me by now to make me a little more daring, and when my toes found the hem of his baggy cargo shorts I slipped inside, my toes on their own journey of discovery as I tried to determine what kind of underwear, if any, he might be wearing!

mmm, really hot.
Permisterally, i'd love ben finish the night lickin the toes his wife has use to masturbate matt....

Storm

Beautifully written and very erotic. Right now I feel kind of sorry for Ben, but I guess that's just the life of a cuckold.

GH

Funny, I was thinking the same thing. Sucks to be Ben. Sucks even more knowing that this is based on a true story. Run Ben, run.

Excellent writing Stormy, thank you.

TrF2

Oh ye of little faith. I'm just guessing but I think maybe our mysterious lady had an idea what story our dear Stormy would do best with, and I think our Ben might just have some light at the end of his tunnel yet (and not on the front of the oncoming train).

Or maybe he will just get locked in a CB, fed Viagra and have his key thrown away .. Not going to happen is it.