Adam's Journey

Kori and I sat and talked as we ate. She really had oudone herself on whipping up breakfast on short notice, and I told her so.
"This is great K, really good. Where's Ronnie this morning? He'll be sorry he missed this."

"He's meeting with a buyer, he thinks he found someone to buy that Citation he's had for awhile. We're supposed to have dinner with this guy and his wife tonight. You should come along, we're going to Morton's, you love their steaks."

I'd seen the Citation, a beautiful little jet. Ron had taken Kori, Kristi and I, along with John and Wendy, for a quick flight out to Aspen one Saturday evening for dinner, just fly out, have a great dinner, and fly back to Denver, and it had been a lot of fun. The plane was sleek and fast, and very nicely appointed inside. I didn't even know he still had it, but now I was kind of disappointed to hear he might be selling it. It had been fun to play rich and see how the other half lives.

"Oh. Well, good, I hope he sells it, I know that's a really big ticket item for him. I think I'll pass on the dinner, you don't really need a fifth wheel along. Plus, I have a lot of work to do around here, all those 'deferred maintenance' things."

"Oh come on Adam, come along. It will be a lot more fun for me that way, and you need to be out with people, not sitting home and tearing yourself up."

"Kori, I know you're doing this because you care so much, but don't try to lady me, and don't play matchmaker, or mediator or whatever between me and Kristi, OK?"

"Adam, I just don't..."

"K, I know. I want her back too, but I have to make some hard decisions, OK? I have to try to reconcile some things. If she and I get back together it has to be for good, not stops and starts. I can't take losing her again, I couldn't stand it. If we can't love and appreciate each other, on our own terms, we're better off just staying apart now, so we have to decide."

"OK sweetie, I understand. I'll try to butt out. Will you at least join us for takes after dinner?"

"Yeah, I could do that I suppose, that wouldn't be so awkward."

"And bring Kristi along?"

I could only look at her and shake my head and smile. She means well, and she tries so hard. I know she loves us both.
"K, you're wearing me out. I don't know about that, I wasn't planning on seeing her today. Maybe, we'll see."

"OK. Thanks Adam. So what did you and Kristi talk about last night?"

I was honest with her, and told her all about what we had discussed. I told her I had apologized to Kristi for all the harsh things I'd said, and that Kristi had apologized to me, and tried to explain herself.
I told her about how Kristi had misunderstood my desires, and even about how she had again led me to arousal by telling me about a scenario, fantasy this time, where she had sex with another man while I was tied up, and about how intensely it had gotten me off. I was embarassed, but I told her everything.

She asked me questions from time to time, about how we responded to each other, about how I felt about things. She told me that she was proud of me for being man enough to apologize, which for some reamister made me feel good, like I had done well.
Kori is a good listener, and she didn't pass judgment. She seemed to understand that my arousal at Kristi's past sexual encounters with other men, or at fantasies about future encounters didn't mean that I actually wanted her to do these things, but she asked me the very questions that I had to find the answers to:
Would it really be so bad? Might it not be a very erotic experience to live her fantasies together? Was there a possibility, even a small one, that I might really enjoy the experience even more than the fantasy? Could it expand our lives together, and our love for each other, instead of driving us apart?
Could I accept this about Kristi, that these desires were a part of her, and love that part as much as I loved everything else about her? And me, could I accept that there was a part of me that found the idea of other men thrusting their cocks into her or cumming in her mouth or pussy to be intensely arousing?
What would be my reaction to seeing another man between her legs, his fat cock buried in her sweet, wet pussy and his balls slapping against her ass as she lay moaning, nipples hard with arousal, using her heels to push him deeper into her?
Did I really want to see her suck other men's cocks, or lick their balls as their hard, wet cocks lay across her beautiful face, or hear her cum, making all the sounds I knew and loved so well as some guy ate her pussy or fucked her deeply right in front of me, or see her sprawled on our bed, satisfied, with her pussy open and oozing their cum after, with my cock all hard and balls swollen as her lover's wet, sticky cock slowly softened beside her?

God help me, apparently I did want that, because now, like always, I was rock hard just thinking about it. Physically thrilled, emotionally and intellectually disgusted and repulsed. I had things to work out.

We talked long after we had finished eating, but eventually wound down. I told Kori that I would clean up since she had done such a fine job cooking, and we said our goodbyes. She hugged me, and felt my hard bulge against her belly. She looked down at my obvious arousal and back up into my face.
"You're a mess Adam. Stop over-analyzing everything and trust your gut. Let your little head - well, ok, your not so little head - figure this one out, OK?"

"Mmm, probably not. Thanks though Kori, for everything. Thanks for being a friend. You're the best. I'll see you guys later."

She walked to the door. "Later Adam. Oh, and don't forget to call Kristi."

"Kori, honey? Fuck off."

She laughed and waved over her shoulder as she went out.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful just doing chores, watching a little baseball on TV as I ate lunch, nothing special.
Oh, the one weird thing that did happen was when I went to Home Depot to pick up some new lights for the front entry. I had always hated the fixtures on either side of the front door, I thought they looked cheap on a pretty nice home. Now, with time on my hands, I was finally getting around to replacing them.

I was standing in front of the lighting display and had narrowed my choices down to 2 styles when I heard my name and turned to find Sue and her husband Rick approaching.
"Adam, hi! Funny bumping into you here, what are you working on today?"

"Oh, hi Sue, Rick, how's it going? Where are the girls?" He and I shook hands, which I should know better than to do. His hand always feels limp and a little damp, not a good handshake grip. I always feel like I have to be careful not to hurt him when he shakes my hand.
"We're good Adam, just working on my honey-do list, got to get some things done and keep the wife happy. The kids are at a friend's house today, birthday party, you know."
That's another thing about Rick, he always looks everywhere but in your eyes. He seems afraid to make eye contact, and is very nervous. It was a good thing I knew this about him, or I would have suspected that he had found out that his wife had hit on me yesterday, and had in fact wound up sucking my cock and catching part of my load in her mouth. But he's always this way.

I was a little uncomfortable myself knowing what had transpired and what Sue wanted from me, but she apparently had no such qualms. She hugged me as if we were old friends when in fact we had just gotten to really know each other a little better only yesterday.
After hugging me she held my arm and pressed herself against me, all but ignoring Rick. I was very aware of her feminine softness and warmth, and that she was wearing a nice subtle perfume or cologne.

I tried to break the tension, not sure if I was the only one feeling it. "You guys are just in time, you can help me decide on new lights for my front porch. You should vote since it faces your house and you'll see 'em more than I will."
Sue seemed pleased to be asked. "Oh, I love spending other people's money, I should have been a politician!"
I laughed at that, pretty quick wit. Rick smiled, but just stood there. "Well, I've got it down to two styles, the Arts & Crafts style up there, that square one, and the Lodge look over here with the wrought iron, yeah, that one. What do you think?"

Sue looked at both of them carefully, then indicated the Crafts style.
"That one I think, on your house. It goes better with the style of the home. Don't you think so Rick?"
I turned to find him staring at me. He quickly looked away. "Um, I don't know. Whatever you guys think."

Awkward, strangely awkward. I had to end this. I grabbed two of that style from the shelf and stuck them in my cart. "Sold. Thanks for the help Sue, that was the one I was leaning toward myself, but couldn't make up my mind. Now I just have to go and install them. I'll see you guys around. Good seeing you again Rick."
I started to turn away when Sue said "Honey, why don't you go and find those brackets we need, I have to talk to Adam for a minute. I'll catch up with you by the paint."
He mumred his answer, apparently agreeing to do as told, and wandered off. We watched him go, then I turned to Sue.
"Jeez Sue, that was almost painful. What the heck is going on?"

"I told him my plan, about you."

I was shocked. "Oh Sue, you didn't! You told him what happened between us?"
Some other people turned up the aisle, a ways off, but she moved closer to me to not be overheard.
"No, I didn't tell him what happened, I told him what I wanted to happen. It's been his fantasy you know, and I told him I was going to do it, finally, just for him, but only if I could get you to be the other man. So he knows I want you."

"Oh man, he must hate me. No wonder he was so uncomfortable, Sue, for crying out loud, what were you thinking?"

"No Adam, he's uncomfortable because he's turned on by the idea." She leaned in close to my ear. "You should have seen how hard his little dick got when I told him I was really going to do it, and that I'd heard around the neighborhood that you were really hung." She laughed wickedly. "He could hardly contain himself, I think he went and jerked off."

I groaned. "Oh Sue, you're crazy. He can never look me in the eye, and now I won't be able to look him in the eye either. This is surreal."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to do it and get it over with, won't we? That should ease the tension, don't you think? Can you come over tonight, I can have the girls stay with their grandparents?"

"Whoa Sue, slow down. You make it sound like a chore. Besides, I have plans tonight to have takes with some folks, maybe Kristi..."

"Oh Adam are you and her getting back together? That's wonderful news - although I guess it means I have to back off, huh?"

"I honestly don't know what it means at this point Sue, I really don't. Time will tell."

"Well, just remember, you can fulfill two people's wildest fantasy just by picking up the phone and telling us when. Rick and I both want this."

"That's three people's fantasy then, isn't it Sue? I mean I suspect screwing you would be pretty amazing for me too, so we all win, huh? I've been thinking about you a lot, since yesterday." I really hadn't, I was too wrapped up thinking about Kristi, but I remembered how hurt she had looked when I had put her off.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears. "Adam, you are just too sweet. No way Kristi will let you go. I can't believe we lived so close together for all these years and I just now find out what a nice guy you are."

"Well, probably not always so nice, but better late than never I guess. You're pretty great yourself, not to mention a pretty hot little momma. Who knew?"

She laughed. 'Well, I better go find Rick before he thinks I ran off with you. I should start calling him Little Ricky, what do you think?"

"I think not Sue. Don't be mean."

"Oh, he'd love it. You'll see. Bye Adam, see you around."

"I'm sure Sue. Take care, give your little ones a hug for me."

And that was that, my weird Home Depot experience. I was sure it foretold something even more weird for the future, and it would turn out that my premonition was right.

I got home and got the new lights put up with no problems, and they looked great. Sue has great taste in home decor, if not in men. I still can't figure out why she got fixated on me. I did think a fair amount about her and Rick that afternoon.
What is it that happens with a couple, apparently happy, with 2 gorgeous little girls and a nice home, that causes them to want to invite another man into their bedroom? And not only that, but to want the wife to fuck another man while the husband watches? To me it seemed like a very humiliating situation for him, and I could not, for the life of me, figure out how he could want to know, much less see, that another man was pounding his wife's pussy.

As I was thinking how demeaning this was to him, and questioning his manhood, it hit me like a bolt of lightning that I was being asked to do the same thing. And that I was seriously considering it. I had to sit down.

OK then, that was my decision. I would not accept that kind of treatment, the offense. I could not sacrifice my self respect and my manhood just to keep Kristi. There are a million other women out there that I could meet, and there has to be at least one as amazing and perfect as her that would appreciate me and accept me as the only man in her life, so I would cut my ties to Kristi and move on.
With that decided I thought I would feel better, like a weight was off my shoulders. Instead I felt like cuckolds brownie, like a big pit had opened up and was waiting to swallow me. I decided I would call Kristi about going to meet Ron and Kori and their clients, and that I would tell her my decision when we were alone afterward. I knew I had to move past this.

I reached her on her cell.

"Hi Kristi, it's me. What are you up to today?"

"Oh just goofing off, organizing a few files, making a few calls, the usual. How about you?

"Same old same old, just chores and trying to get caught up. Hey listen, Ronnie has a client in town today and he's wining and dining them tonight and wants to know if we'll meet them for takes after. You available?"

"Yeah, I suppose. He didn't invite us for dinner too? That's weird."

"No, he did, or rather Kori did. I passed, not feeling too sociable these days for some reamister. You could probably join them if you want."

"No, that would be too strange." She paused. "Adam, you don't have to make this so hard, just relax and open your mind to new things."

"Yeah, well, I'm turning things over, you know?" I didn't tell her that I had made up my mind, I owed it to her to do that face-to-face, not with a cowardly phone call.

"Well, that's good I guess. And sure, I can go. What time and where?"

"Morton's, probably about 9:15 or 9:30 I guess. I'll pick you up about 9."

"No offense Adam, but I'll drive. It would cost you too much to pay the valet at Morton's to park your old wreck, and it's pretty dirty for evening wear."

"C'mon Kristi, give me a little credit. It's a nice day, I was planning on driving the Shelby."

"Oh, well, that changes everything. By all means, you drive."

"OK, see you around 9."

"Hey Adam? Wait a sec." Again there was a long pause. "What do you think about you and me going somewhere for dinner, just the two of us, before we meet them?"

In truth it sounded great, and I longed to say yes, but I was afraid that my resolve would weaken if she got me alone where she could magictize me with her beauty.
"Oh, I don't know, I have a lot of chores to finish, and by the time I clean up and all..."

"I get it Adam, you don't have to hit me over the head. I'll see you at 9." and she hung up.

I was trying to stay strong, and I felt I had made the right decision. So why did I feel like there was a brick in my chest?

I wrapped up my work early and got cleaned up. I started to shave off my 2-day stubble. I know it's fashionable now, but I've never liked the itchy feeling. I was all lathered up when I remembered that Kristi always liked that look, and the feel.
She says it makes me look dangerous and sexy. I don't know about that, but I do know that she loves the rough feel of my chin or cheek across her hard nipples, and goes completely creamy when the scratchy whiskers are pressed against the tender inside of her thighs and my moustache rubs her clit as I put my tongue inside her. OK, the stubble stays.

I pulled out a soft, loose fitting cream silk shirt and dark tan slacks, and topped it off with a dark hunter green linen jacket. It was perverse, but I'm not sure if I was dressing to impress her in hopes she would declare her love for me and only me, or if I was trying to make her feel bad about what she was losing when I told her my decision. I just knew that I needed to go the extra mile to look my best.

I checked the mirror and decided Kori was right: I was tall and all that blah, blah, blah, but I did look a little weatherbeaten. Oh well, you work with what you have. I splashed on a touch of the cologne that I knew was Kristi's favorite and grabbed my keys.

My Shelby started immediately, giving off a low, throaty growl, and I backed it out, closed the garage, and headed over to John and Wendy's to get Kristi. I know it sounds maudlin, but I started thinking about all the 'lasts'. You know - the last time she'd ride in the Shelby, the last time she and I would go out as a couple - that kind of crap. Fortunately it was a very short drive.
I pulled into their drive, intending to go up and get her. She is rarely ready on time, so I thought I'd wait inside. To my surprise the door opened before I could shut off the engine, and Kristi stepped onto the front porch.
OH MY GOD!! Too bad for y'all that I'm not a good enough writer to describe what I saw, but I'll try. Have you ever seen something so beautiful, so incredible, that you just stop breathing for a moment? Or that brings tears, unbidden, to your eyes, or that makes your heart swell to the point that you think it will explode?
I was stunned, breathless, all of that. Stunning is too weak of a word to describe how she looked, but it's all I have. Here was this goddess, tall and sleek, with this mane of dark golden hair falling in rich waves around her face and down over her bare shoulders. Her dress was this glimmering blue-green creation that I knew would match her eyes, and it did amazing things for an already amazing body. It was suspended from her shoulders by two micro-thin silver chains, and bared her shoulders, her cleavage, and most of her back before it proceeded to flow over the rest of her body, concealing what it seemed to reveal, and vice-versa.

There was a small piece that came out and wrapped each arm in soft folds, just below her bare shoulders like some little tiny sleeve (I'm sure there's a name for that, but I'm not Vera Wang), but other than that and the small chains she was bare from her lower back and the tops of her breasts on up. Except for the diamond solitaire necklace and matching earrings I had given her the previous Christmas, also in white gold.

The dress ended in liquid-looking waves a few inches below her firm, sweet ass, and several inches above her knees, leaving her long shapely legs for me to admire. I noticed she had accented those fine legs with 3" heels on some sort of strappy sandal that wound around her feet and ankles. She is conscious of her height and rarely wears tall heels; she stood a lithe, gorgeous six feet tall tonight in those.

She stood in the light on the porch for a moment, letting me admire her, and started down just as I remembered myself and jumped out to open her door. As she got closer I could see that she had taken time to do her make-up to perfection as well. Usually she goes with a little pale lipstick and some mascara, and looks incredible.
Tonight she had added a touch of dark shadow or something that just made her eyes rich and magictic, and had so perfectlyand subtly made up her face that it gave her these beautiful cheekbones and perfect angles that I'd never seen before. I was right, her eyes matched her dress perfectly.

"My god Kristi, you look incredible! You are absolutely stunning!"

She smiled happily and did a quick twirl. "So you like?"

"Oh Kristi, I can't even... I mean I just can't begin..."

"Adam, are you crying?" She reached up and touched my cheek, and I realized I was.

"I can't help it, you're just so incredibly beautiful it fetishd me up a little, brought tears to my eyes." I laughed a little self-consciously and wiped my hand across my wet eyes.

"Adam, that's really sweet, and thank you. You look pretty damn hot yourself there, mountain-man." She ran her hand over my stubbly chin.
I realized that any plan I had to make her jealous or regretful had just completely imploded - I could not compete.

The cool air had brought her nipples to attention, and I reached out and touched one, flicking it gently. "No bra wearable under that, I see."

"Mmmm, god, don't ignore the other one!"
I didn't, and she moaned again, and shivered. "No panties either Adam, what do you think of that?"

Now it was my turn to moan. I knew that image would stay in my head all night.
She laughed at my obvious lust. "I couldn't help it, everything I had showed and made lines, so..."

"Why are you torturing me, woman?" She just laughed again. I walked around the car with her and opened the door, and as she lowered herself onto the seat and swung one leg in I was treated to proof that she had not lied about the panties. She had failed to mention that she had also shaved herself totally slick-smooth, her pussy bare, pink and perfect, lips slightly parted and glistening and clit jutting out begging to be sucked. She held that pose and let me look, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. I didn't want to.
My cock was throbbing, and I could only whisper "Oh my god!"

"So, this meets your approval?" She reached out and felt the aching bulge in my pants. "Oh, never mind, I can see that it does."

I was ready to scrap the plans for after dinner takes. I was ready to swear that I loved her and that anything she wanted was OK with me. I was ready to sit and watch her fuck other men, or even lick her until she was ready and prepare her for other men, or even worse. I just knew that I wanted her, and had to have her, there and then. My plans were for cuckolds brownie, and I'd been fooling myself to think I could walk away from her. I was completely enslaved.

She pulled her other leg in and said "Come on, let's go meet our friends, we're going to be late. I need one of those fine vodka martinis they make, ice cold to cool me off. Maybe you should buy me one for my pussy too!"

I closed her door and walked awkwardly around the car, my cock still pulsing and hard. I could feel the small wet spot I'd leaked into my underwear.

Keep it coming Stormy, I'm loving this story. The one aspect that intrigues me is if a guy can be a bull and a cuck at the same time? Adam, fucking Sue while Rick watches and then cleans both Sue and Adam up. Adam fucking Kori while Ron watches. Then, sometime later, Adam sitting back to watch Kristi in action with another guy and maybe even performing his own clean up duties. Man, I can see all kinds of possibilities here.

I know from your very first entry that Adam goes on vacation with Kori and Ron without Kristi, but your latest entry has it looking like they're getting back together. I know you have this all laid out, it's interesting how it's developing. My vote is for Adam to come to terms with things and get back with Kristi ASAP.

Doin great Stormydog, Keep it coming. I'm hooked.

Fred

Any luck with the photo? Love to put a face to that hot girl.
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Thanks guys,I appreciate the comments. Titsrfun, I wish I could say I have it all laid out, but it just kind of develops as it goes along, although I do have some ideas. And no, cont, nobody has told me how to post the photos that I have in a ppt.file.

All the way downtown to the restaurant I kept sneaking sideways glances at her, I just couldn't seem to help myself. I don't know what her intent had been in taking such care to look so incredible, but whatever it was she had succeeded admirably.
She watched me, gauging my reaction, a soft sexy smile on her face. "So do you really like it Adam?"
By it, I assumed she meant the dress. What I really liked was her, but I'm not a complete idiot. "It's beautiful. I'm sure I've never seen that dress before - where did you get it?"

"Nieman-Marcus. I did a little shopping today."

"You got that today? After I called you? I'm impressed, that's true power shopping." It had only been a couple of hours, and she had done all this.

"Yup, everything I'm wearing is new."

"Kristi, you're only wearing that dress and a pair of shoes. And your diamonds."

She laughed. "Yeah, that's true, huh? Well, the jewelry's not new, but the shoes are."

I goosed the throttle a bit to get around some slower traffic and get to my exit, shooting off the freeway. At the light she noticed me looking at the way the dress had inevitably ridden up on her thighs, and was within a fraction of an inch of exposing her again. She smiled, and spread her legs as far apart as the narrow footwell would allow, exposing and opening her soft, puffy pussy.
She rubbed her fingers over her smooth mound. "Do you like me this way, all smooth and slick?"

She had only had a small soul patch before, which I had liked just fine, so this wasn't that much of a change. So why did it turn me on so much?
"I love it Kristi, it's incredibly erotic, and you're *******ing me here trying not to wreck my car."
When I had accelerated and gotten into 3rd gear I let my right hand explore her newly smooth snatch for a moment, finding her hot and slippery-wet as I knew I would, but there was too much traffic and too soon I had to row the shifter again.

She reached down and stretched her inner lip out slightly, pinching it between her fingers. "I'm thinking about a place to wear another diamond - do you think I should get pierced, right here? I think it would be pretty sexy."

My cock throbbed, partly because I agreed that it would be amazing, but mostly because I could envision her in a seedy tattoo store, legs spread widely apart as some heavily tattooed, multi-pierced stud got right down between them and touched her, preparing to pierce her moist labia - I knew she would be wet - his face inches from her as he concentrated, his dick undoubtedly hard... Then cuckolds brownie!! I almost rear ended a taxi!

Kristi covered up and sat up, startled by my sudden stop. "OK, maybe getting pierced isn't a good idea."

"Maybe. But talking about it while I'm driving is definitely not a good idea. We're almost there, so let's try to settle down so I can get out of the car when we get there, OK?"
She smiled. "OK. But Adam? That was fun, huh? Like old times."

By old times she meant before two days ago. But she was right, it had seemed more like normal when we would sometimes try to tease each other all evening before some mind-blowing sex. It had been fun, and not so strained as earlier.

I drove the last few blocks, and then I had to do it. "Hey babe, I'm planning on having the valet park us. How do you plan to get out without giving him a show?"

She raised her eyebrows and smiled wickedly at me. "Oh my, that is a dilemna, isn't it? We'll see."

I pulled in and up to the valet stand. The young, 20-something attendant sprang to open her door for her. Kristi turned and, keeping her legs almost together, swung them both out at once and stood. The movement had caused her dress to ride up to the very top of her thighs, but had been about as chaste as possible in such a dress.

I had stepped out as he came around the car and handed me my ticket, still looking back at her. I waited until he looked at me. "Disappointed?"

He looked puzzled "Sir?"

I nodded toward Kristi, and he had the decency to blush bright red. I had worked as a valet briefly while I was in college, so I knew exactly what he had been looking for. He stammered for a moment, then collected himself. "Fuck no sir, not at all."

Now I had to laugh at his audacity. "Just park the car, OK?"

"Yes sir. It will be right up front here, right by the Porsche. Is that a '67?"

"Yup, and treat it nice."

"Yes sir. Awesome."

I went around and collected Kristi, and we walked in. The hostess led us to the bar, and Ronnie saw us and came hustling over to greet us, his eyes locked on Kristi. "Hi gorgeous! Goddamn, this whole room just got a lot prettier!"
She beamed at his praise. "Hi Ronnie, and thank you." They kissed, and he took her elbow, turning his back on me and beginning to lead her back to their table.
I poked him. "Hey Ron, I'm here too buddy. Good to know you care."

He just looked over his shoulder at me. "If you were sexy and beautiful you'd get more attention too. Now shut up and be good."

Kori rose to greet us as we neared the table, as did their male guest. His wife stayed seated. Kori gave me a quick hug and kiss, then stood with her arm around my waist and looked at Kristi. "Wow!"

I agreed. "I'll say wow! And then some, if you only knew."

Ron did the introductions. "Morgan, Rain, these are our good friends Adam and his fiance Kristi, and Adam and Kristi, this is my friend and client Morgan and his wife Rain."
Morgan was tall and slender, probably right at 6' as he seemed to match Kristi's height in her heels. He was probably mid to late 40's, tan and fit, with dark salt-and-pepper hair. He shook my hand firmly, then focused entirely on Kristi.
His wife was fairly petite, maybe 5'3" as she stood to greet us, with long, dark brunette hair and a little too much hair spray and make-up for my taste. She looked a little professionally overdone, but pretty nonetheless.

I was sure Ron had been saying that her name was Rain, but that is kind of unusual so I thought maybe I was hearing wrong. As we shook hands and I got to her I asked her. "I'm sorry, did Ron say that your name is Rain?"

She smiled at me, and as she looked out from under her lashes I was surprised to find that her eyes were a brilliant blue and sparkling.
"Well, my real name is Rainbow Song James, formerly Jenkins."

I looked at her dubiously. "Rainbow Song, huh? Well, God love hippie parents, right?"

She let out a peal of laughter. "Adam, I think I'm going to like you. You hit the nail right on the head, usually people say 'Oh, that's a pretty name, or that's an unusual name", but you are exactly right, my folks are the world's oldest hippies, unreformed and proud."
She was really quite cute and girlish when she laughed, and I took an instant liking to her. Her husband Morgan was totally preoccupied with Kristi, Kori and Ron, talking and shmoozing and trying to impress everyone with how rich and brilliant he was.
This was not an odd situation for us. Ron frequently invited us out with them when he and Kori were entertaining clients, and this was frequently the pattern. Kristi is a natural "closer" the kind of permister that can push any deal to completion using all tools available. She had survived and flourished in the commercial real estate business for years by being good at this, and Ron had quickly realized that he and Kristi together were almost an irresistible power when she pitched in on his clients.

She uses psychology, sex appeal, and the knack of knowing when to push and when to back off, amongst other talents. As I said earlier, Ron could sell sand to an Arab, and Kristi could probably sell ice to an Eskimo - and have him wanting more.
I knew this plane should fetch something in the $4.5 to $5 million dollar range from things Ron had said earlier, and that's a big score for Ronnie. He had gotten a good deal on it and hoped to clear over $380,000 after all his expenses.
While they worked him, I was left to entertain his wife, which in this instance didn't strike me as a bad deal at all.

The waiter brought the takes that Kori had ordered for us as soon as she had seen us walk in, a vodka martini for Kristi and a Scotch for me - maybe we're too predictable, it was perfect - and I sat down with Rain away from the others at the opposite end of the long narrow table.

She smiled at me again. "So do you think Rain is a strange name?"

I looked at her, and for some reamister the name seemed to fit. "No, I think its a perfect name for you, it just works somehow. I just didn't know if you meant R-a-i-n, or R-a-y-n-e, or maybe even R-e-y-n-e, I was just curious about the origin, I guess."

"Oh, I like that! R-a-y-n-e, maybe I'll start spelling it like that, it does sound a little more sophisticated than a dumb hippie name, doesn't it?"

I grinned at her enthusiasm, it was so girlish. Then again, I don't think she could have been over 25. My guess was that her husband was close to twice her age. "Oh, I don't know. I kind of like the original spelling. Don't be in such a big hurry to toss aside your heritage. As it is you have a story behind your name, and that's cool."

We sat and chatted for awhile, just small talk. Kori came and joined us periodically, rotating back and forth between the two groups like a good hostess. An hour passed quickly, and I was well into my second take even though I was nursing them along very slowly. Rain was in her third take since we'd arrived, one of those nasty Apple-tini things.

The conversation at the other end of the table had been blazing right along. I had watched the ebb and flow of that a little bit, seeing Kristi take Morgan's arm at one point and hold onto him as she leaned her body against his side. Even from where I was, several feet away, I could see her erect nipples plainly through her dress, and was reminded of her complete nudity underneath. Kristi saw me looking at her and winked at me, rubbing herself more closely against him.

I had seen her do this many times as she worked to seal a deal and it never really bothered me, but that was before. Now, with my new knowledge, jealousy flared.
Rain saw me looking at Kristi, and distracted me momentarily. "Your wife is very beautiful, and very sexy."
"She's not my wife, she's my fiance. Well, sort of."

"Oh yeah, Ron did say that, didn't he? What do you mean by sort of?"

She was slurring her words slightly. I didn't want to go into it, and anyhow I barely knew her. "Oh, it's a long story. We're going through a rough patch right now, and I don't know what will happen."

She shrugged. "Oh well, whatever. Morgan has every intention of fucking her, you know that, right?"

She said it in a very off-hand, casual way, but it stopped me in my tracks. Of course I knew that, a lot of the guys that met her undoubtedly wanted that, and I had never worried about it. The problem was that now I knew her intentions as well.
Seing them touching and laughing together, speaking with their faces inches apart, her nipples erect and body language very open and inviting, it was unmistakable. He was standing too close, putting his arm around her and letting his hands caress the bare skin of her back and shoulders, speaking too loudly and too much in an attempt to impress her - it was pretty obvious what was happening.
I knew she would be hot and wet with his caresses and the thrill of the chase, and I hated that my cock hardened at the thought.

I looked back at Rain, and she was watching them too, a very sad look on her face. "Doesn't that bother you?"

"Of course it does Adam, what do you think? But its what he does. When Morgan wants something he's used to getting it. It wouldn't be the first time. But anyhow, it doesn't matter."

"Why does it not matter?"

"Look at me Adam."

I did. She was young, beautiful, obviously pampered and expensive, but sweet and vulnerable for all that. Very hot little body, nice smile, beautiful eyes - what was I supposed to be seeing? "Yeah - so what?"

"He's going to dump me soon anyhow. I just turned 26, and I'm his third wife. He marrried me when I was 19 and he was 42, just swept me off my feet, but now I'm getting too old."

"26 is too old?"

"For him, yeah. He wants somebody that's young and easy to dominate, that will bend to his every wish and be thankful to have him no matter how much he hurts them." She paused. "Oh, listen to me. I love him Adam, I really do, and he loves me, or at least used to. And he has always treated me very well, buying me stuff, taking me on vacations, all that, but he doesn't think about how hurtful he can be."

"Sounds like a jerk. Why do you think he's going to dump you?"

She laughed softly. "He can definitely be a jerk. But he can also be very sweet. He's just pulling away lately, putting distance between us. I can see that he's cutting the ties slowly."
I trusted her instincts. Women seem to have a way of knowing these things. "Well, I think he's a fool if he lets you go, but really, you can do better. You shouldn't have to stay with someone that hurts you."

"I know. I keep telling myself that. But a lot of the good guys are taken - like you."
"I may not be such a good guy as you think. And I may not be taken, who knows."
"Adam, I've watched the way you watch her. You obviously love her very deeply. You are both a good guy and taken, trust me."

I had a thought. "Why would he want to fuck Kristi if you're too old? She's older than you."

"Yeah, but she's gorgeous, I guarantee that he's got a hard-on for her. And he just wants to screw her, not marry her. She seems way too smart and independent, he couldn't stand a woman like that, that would stand up to him."

We both just watched the mating ritual taking place in front of us for a moment, then she spoke. "Will she fuck him?"

I felt defeated. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Adam, I'm so sorry."

I shrugged. "My problem."

"Yeah, I know. Mine too."

It was a strange situation to be in, knowing that Kristi might be planning to fuck this guy that was so busy trying to impress her, dreading that it might happen, and yet being aroused at the thought and wondering how and when she would tell me the story if indeed it happened. And sitting and discussing it with this joker's wife while it was being set up right in front of us.
We sat for a few minutes, silently sharing each others confusion and misery. Kori broke away from them and came down by us, all bubbly and smiling.
"Well, they worked their magic again. He's going to buy the plane. My husband and your girl make a great team, Adam. Ronnie asked me to have you flag down the waiter and order some champagne to celebrate, OK?"
"Sure, swell Kori. I don't know jack cuckolds brownie about champagne, I can't stand the stuff."
She frowned at me. "What's wrong Adam, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, don't sweat it. I'm really happy for you and Ron, hon', I know this was a big deal for you guys. I'm glad Kristi could help."
I really was very happy that things had come together on this. Ron and Kori are two of my favorite people and closest friends in the world, and I enjoy seeing them happy and successful. "You go on back to your guest, I'll take care of it."

She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and gave Rain a brief hug, thanking her for coming along and for her husband's dealings with them, then returned to the happier end of the table.

I signalled the waiter then turned to Rain. "What do you know about champagne?"

She laughed. "It's easy, watch." She smiled at the waiter "Bring us a bottle of your most expensive champagne."

It was my turn to laugh. I liked her spirit. He named some vintage Chateau something-or-other and waited for a response.

She said "Is it really, really expensive?"

He nodded. "Extremely."

She smiled at him again. "Great. Then you better bring us two bottles."

He departed, and she and I shared a good laugh at her mischief. Probably nobody else would even notice, but I thought it was pretty clever. It definitely lightened our mood, and we decided to join the party. Before we did I bent near her ear as I helped her to her feet. "Rain, in case I don't get a chance to tell you later, I very much enjoyed meeting you. You made this evening as pleasant as it could possibly have been."

Being that near her I was very conscious of her smooth skin and the heat radiating off of her, and of her soft, incredibly feminine scent. I felt a few bottle rockets shoot to my groin.

"You too Adam, it has been a pleasure for me to find such a gentleman."

Good thing she couldn't read my mind just then, as I imagined her spread naked in front of me, waiting for my tongue to touch her and taste her sweet nectar. My mouth watered.

She reached up and lightly caressed my stubbly cheek. "You look kinda dangerous, but you're really a softy inside. I'm glad I got to find that out about you."

The guy had brought the chanpagne to the busier end of the table, and was going through the ritual of opening it.

As we moved to join them she said "I knew as soon as I saw your fiance that he would buy the plane. He always has to act like a big shot with his money in front of beautiful women. He's such an ass - I bet he paid way too much for it."

I smiled at her. "No offense Rain, but I hope so."

Kori handed us each a flute of champagne as we mingled with them. I steeled myself and tasted it; not too horrible. I decided that if somebody was going to tie me down and power me to take champagne that I could probably stomach this stuff. I appreciate a good bottle of wine, but never saw the attraction of champagne.

I nursed my glass and noticed that Kristi was doing the same. She feels much like I do about it. The two bottles disappeared quickly between the other four, and we gradually moved to end the evening and head for home. I saw Ronnie's eyes open wide when he looked at the bill, and nudged Rain. We shared a chuckle at his expense. He looked at us and shook his head, knowing he'd been had, but he grinned good-naturedly.

Morgan and Rain were staying at one of the big hotels downtown, but Ron and Kori had picked them up on their way in and intended to drop them back at their hotel. I handed my ticket to one of the valets as Ronnie gave his to another, and we stood chatting as I heard my Shelby fire up out front and come rumbling up next to us under the portico.

The valet got out and left my door open, the engine rumbling softly at idle. Morgan perked up, looking at my car.

"Is that a Shelby - original, not a fake?"

I assured him it was. "All original Morgan, 428 Cobra, 1967."

"It's beautiful, you've got to let me drive it."

I wouldn't have let him drive it sober, there was no way he was driving it half-buzzed. "Sorry pal, that's my baby, its not a loaner, and nobody drives it."

"Sell it to me then - what's it worth, $100,000?"

What an asshole! He figured his money could get him anything. Kristi jumped in before I could respond, her deal making instincts taking over.

"Morgan, it's probably worth twice that, or close to it." I joined in "And besides, it's not for sale."

He didn't let up. "OK then $200,000. I'll give you 200."

"Sorry man, not for sale." I was trying to be nice, I really didn't want to screw up Ronnie's deal, but it was a struggle.

He tried again. "$250,000 then, you can't pass that up. C'mon, you know you want to sell it." I saw the valet's eyes goggle a little at the numbers being thrown around. I gave him a generous tip for looking after my car.

I should have considered Morgan's offer. A quarter of a million is serious money for me, and from someone else I might have taken it, but I just didn't like this guy.
"No, sorry man, not for sale. I can't take advantage of you when you've been takeing."

He grabbed my arm. "Oh come on, take the 250 and be happy. You can buy another one for that."

I pulled my arm away from him. "What an amazing coincidence - so can you."

He laughed at that. I hadn't intended it to be funny. "OK, I can see that your mind is made up. No offense intended. At least take me for a little ride."

"Maybe some other time. I'm pretty tired, I think I'll just head for home. Come on Kristi, let's go."

She just looked at me and raised her eyebrow. To my shock she stepped to the driver's door and motioned to Morgan. "C'mon Morg, get in. I'll take you for a ride." She was looking at me as she said that, and she could see that I had caught the double entendre'.

She lowered herself into the driver's seat, giving the valet a thorough look at her bare pussy as she brought her legs in. There was no way to get behind the wheel gracefully in her very short dress, but I knew it was at least partly intentional. Morgan quickly jumped in the passenger side and closed his door.
I stepped to her open window and bent down. "What do you think you're doing?"

She smiled wickedly up at me. "Don't worry, I'll be careful. I thought I'd run him up Lookout Mountain."
Ouch. I figured that would probably scare the cuckolds brownie out of him. It can be a pretty hairy ride at the speeds Kristi likes to drive. I also thought about all the dark, secluded turnouts along the way, and the used condoms I'd seen strewn around when I had stopped once to take a picture. I noticed that her dress was not quite concealing her pussy from my angle, and I knew that in about 2 or 3 shifts and a couple of brakings she would be fully exposed.

She goosed the throttle, getting a nice roar in return. "You guys go back to Ronnie's, we'll join you there in a little while."

With a heavy rumble she pulled away, and I stood there watching the taillights disappear. I wasn't at all worried about the car. I was very worried about Kristi.

Hey Stormeydog keep it coming, this is the best posted.......Kristi sounds like my wife and some fun we have shared. Brings back the spring in the crank and the mind numbing visuals of seeing your wife flirt and show her pussy to others in front of you.

Rock on!!

More, more, more. Enough foreplay, someone needs to get laid here pretty soon, maybe a big orgy with all three couples involved. Maybe have Adam turn the tables on Morgan and Kristi and drive Rain crazy with that big dick of his. Thanks for the great story.

Thanks guys, good to know you are still enjoying the story. Titsrfun, there is a good chance you may be psychic. So anyhow...


The valet brought Ronnie's car up, and Ron, recognizing that he'd takes a fair amount, asked me to drive. He and Kori got in the back seat, I again tipped a valet, and Rain climbed in front with me.
Ron was still pretty pumped about closing the deal, as was Kori, but sitting behind me she reached up and rubbed my shoulder. She obviously knew that I was pretty unhappy with Kristi for taking off with Morgan. I just instinctively didn't like the guy, I suppose from things Rain had said, and now this.
They tried to keep the conversation light, obviously sensing my dark mood, but it didn't really help. I glanced over at Rain and found her watching me intently, her brilliant blue eyes filled with unshed tears. I reached my hand across the seat and she took it in hers, squeezing my fingers. Here was someone that understood my pain, if not my confusion.

The ride settled into silence, and I looked in the rear view mirror to see Ron and Kori making out like a couple of teenagers in the back seat. Hell, why not, they had several million reamisters to celebrate. Rain glanced behind her and saw them, and a small sound that was half-laugh, half-sob escaped her lips. We looked at each other, and she smiled sadly, and I saw a single tear trickle down her cheek. She wiped it away.

Soon we were near home, and I turned into our neighborhood and pulled into Ron and Kori's driveway. I shut off the engine and started to get out, preparing to walk across the yard and home.
Ron pried himself off of Kori and looked around. "Home already. That was fast. Do you suppose Kristi will come here or just come straight to your place?"

"Oh, I imagine she'll bring the car home and garage it and just walk over."

"Well then why don't you just take our car to your house, and Morgan and Rain can have it to drive back to their hotel and we'll just get it from them tomorrow before they fly home. Does that sound OK to you Rain?"

She replied that that would be fine, and invited them to come downtown and have breakfast with them. Kori accepted.

Kori had her door open, but turned and asked "Rain, do you want to wait for Morgan here, or are you going to wait over at Adam's house with him?"

We could both see that Ron and Kori were being gracious hosts, but really wanted to be alone. I think they had gotten each other quite worked up while making out in the car.

They got the hoped-for response: "I guess I'll just wait with Adam, if that's where you think they'll go. If that's OK with you Adam."

"Sure, that's fine. I'll buy you a take." I restarted the engine as Kori and Ron stepped out. "Hey, you kids be good - remember you're an old married couple and don't try anything too risky!"
Kori just laughed and wiggled her ass at me as they walked toward their door. I backed out and pulled over in front of my own house.
Rain had watched the easy interplay between Ron, Kori, Kristi, and I all evening. "You guys seem like really close friends."

"Oh yeah, they're the best. We just love them like crazy. They're good folks."

"Kori cares a lot about you."

I smiled. "She's that way about everybody. She has an enormous heart, that girl."

We entered my house, and I showed her into the living room. "So, what can I get you to take - I'm a pretty fair barkeep?"

"How about just a Coke, or Pepsi, whatever."

"You sure? No mind-numbing substances?"

"I'm sure, just a Coke. Can I use your bathroom?"

"Oh, of course you can." I showed her to the guest bath down the hall and went to fix her Coke, pouring the same for me. Holy Water is a depressant, and I was depressed enough. In case their return scene didn't go well, I didn't want any more holy water in the equation.

She was in the bathroom for several minutes, but when she returned I saw why. She had washed her face, getting all the overdone makeup off, and had combed out her hair so that it hung long, soft and shining around her face and neck. I hadn't noticed the auburn highlights before, but now they shined. Her lashes were naturally long and dark and set off her incongruously blue eyes, and she looked several years younger. I thought it was a huge improvement, and told her so.

"Wow! You look incredible! Why did you bother with all that slop on your face and all when you look this great naturally?" I'm not always the most tactful.

"Morgan likes it, he says it makes me look more sophisticated." She made quote marks in the air as she grimaced over that last word. I thought it was not a particularly nice thing to say, and I doubted that he had said it nicely.
"Well, he's wrong. This is way better, you are one beautiful lady."

Ralph chose that moment to make his appearance, and finding that we had company he went wagging over to Rain. She bent to pet him, and roughed up his ears and neck. He showed his appreciation by shoving his nose into her crotch and almost knocking her over.

I was embarassed. He sure knew how to ruin a moment. I grabbed him and pulled him away, trying to cover the awkward moment with a joke. "Bad dog! You just met Rain, I've known her for several hours, and I haven't had my face in her crotch yet!"

We both laughed, a little awkwardly. Softly, she said "Would you like to?"

Stormydog,
this is just fantastic. It just keeps getting better.
Write on, brother, write on!

Fred

Thanks Fred, I'm so glad you're still enjoying it. I've enjoyed your stories immensely, on several occasions, and am glad to return the favor.

Still bent over and holding on to Ralph's collar, I looked up at her. She looked me in the eye, her eyebrows raised questioningly. I straightened, shooing Ralph away. "I'm sorry. I guess I should be more careful about cracking bad jokes."

She laughed. "That was pretty weak. But I'm totally serious."

"Ahh, Rain... Jeez, I don't know. Is this what you and your husband do, just screw around on each other?"

Her eyes flashed with anger, or perhaps it was pain.
"No Adam, its not. At least not for me. I've been totally faithful to him as long as we've been married, but the same doesn't apply for him. Its all a big game to him. I like you, and I thought you liked me, and he's probably screwing Kristi, so I thought...well, you know."

I realized she had taken a risk, putting herself out there for me like that, and I felt foolish for questioning her. I took her hand in mine, noticing how small it was, and led her to the sofa. My mind was in turmoil. "Sit with me for a minute, let's talk."
We sat, and she snuggled right up against me, as though seeking my body heat. I was amazed at how tiny she felt against my side, and I put my arm around her. I looked down at her, and she tilted her head back to look up at me, her big blue eyes warm and trusting. Apparently taking her hand, or maybe putting my arm around her, had put me back in good standing.
Our faces inches apart, I started to apologize to her. "Rain, I'm sorry I said that. I..." Suddenly, somehow, our lips were together, and she was thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and she tasted sweet, and smelled wonderful, and it lit a fire in me. I crushed her to me, and our tongues battled for supremacy in each other's mouths.
I had one hand on her back, the other on the back of her neck holding her face to mine, and she had her hand on the back of my head doing the same.
I felt like I was bruising her lips, and scratching her with my stubble, but she pressed in for more, getting herself onto my lap and straddling me.
She pulled back for a second. "God! Undo my zipper, quick!"

I slid the short zipper on the back of her little black dress down all the way, and helped her pull it over her head. She threw it unceremoniously on the floor, and my hands found the warm, smooth skin of her back and sides. She was wearing a lacy bra, through which I could plainly see her breasts. They weren't huge by any means, but seemed quite large on her tiny frame, her hard pink nipples at attention. She also had on thong panties, black string and black lace around a tiny triangle of royal blue satin in the front, and taupe thigh-high stockings. She looked incredible, what I could see. I wanted a better angle.

"Stand for a second, honey, let me look at you."
She slid off my lap and stood in front of me, raising a hand to push her hair back, then moving her hand, trembling, to her lips. The movement looked so girlish, so insecure and, I guess, innocent, if that makes sense. It was as if she thought I would criticize her, or say something hurtful, and was afraid to be judged.
She had her head down, looking at me through her long lashes, her trembling fingers touching her lips. There was this amazing mix of woman and young, and she was so tiny, and incredibly vulnerable and sexy.

I put my hands on her waist. I felt like I could almost reach my fingers around her. Softly, my voice sounding strangely husky to me, I said "You really have no idea what an incredibly beautiful lady you are, do you?"

She raised her head and looked me right in the eye. A single tear rolled down her cheek. "Oh, Adam. Do you really like me?"

"Rain, my god! You are so sexy it's just, well, its beyond words!" She was, this tiny, sweet little petite bundle of femininity. I was very attracted to her. "You're like this perfect little doll, or sculpture or something. I'm afraid I'm going to break you."

She wiped her eyes with her hand and laughed softly. "Don't worry Adam, you won't break me, I'm tougher than I look."
She reached her hands up and undid the clasp at the front of her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it join her dress on the floor, staring into my eyes as she did so.
I reached out and touched her breast, letting my fingers squeeze her and stroke one hard nipple, then the other. I pulled her to me and took her right nipple between my lips, sucking and nibbling at her. She moaned, and her back arched as she pressed herself to me.
She had a hand in my hair, mussing it up, and the other on the back of my neck, holding me to her breasts. I wasn't trying to leave. I continued to suckle at her breasts, harder now with my own arousal, and I felt her rest her cheek on top of my head, her breathing quickening with her moans.
"Oh god Adam, that feels so good! Do you do this with Kristi?"

What a strange question, and a strange time to ask it. "Yes, of course."

"Does she like it?"

"Yes."

"Do you think she'll fuck Morgan?"

"Jesus, Rain! Maybe. Probably. Where did that come from?"

She didn't answer my question. "She's going to be disappointed."

"Why? Is he small or something?"

She shook her head. "No, he's pretty well hung. Why is that the first thing you guys are always concerned with, the first thing you think of? No, he just tends to be, uhh, kind of quick."

"Oh. Minute man huh? You're right, she wouldn't like that."

She laughed, ***ly touching her own nipples now, pinching them. I watched. "Minute man. No, I wish. More like 30 second man. On a good day. Seriously Adam, with as sexy as Kristi is she'll be lucky to get it out of his pants before he squirts. It's bad."

"Has he ever tried to teach himself to do better?"

"No, Adam, he's a very selfish lover. Its all about him, and when he's done, he's done. I can't tell you how many nights I've had to masturbate to orgasm after he falls arelax, I don't know if he finds me attractive or not, really."

"Rain, your husband is a complete ass. I'm sorry, but its the truth. He has no idea what he's missing out on. Look at you, you're incredible!"
My hand was on the back of her neck, and I pulled her to me again, and ran my fingers down her spine, feeling her body shudder as I continued down the cleft of her bottom, feeling the tiny string of her thong as I touched the soft down and moist heat between the back of her thighs.

She automatically moved her legs apart, but I continued to just tease, touching the soft inside of her thighs, the lower curve of her ass, occasionally letting a finger stray under the string of her thong and graze her tight little anus or the swollen lips of her pussy, but never staying as she attempted to thrust herself onto my fingers.
I'm not sure if I was turning her or myself on more. I was rock hard and throbbing, leaking a string of semen into my shorts, and my balls felt like bursting.

I was secretly glad that she had told me about her husband's little problem, it gave me a way to possibly impress his wife as he had been trying so hard to do to my woman by flaunting his wealth in front of Kristi. Strangely, I had mixed emotions about Kristi possibly being disappointed by Morgan.
I had to smile a little about the way she might react to his sexual inadequacy - she was likely to tell him exactly how unsatisfactory his premature spurting was - but I really wanted her to be happy and to enjoy her extracurricular activities. And to tell me all about them. Sick.

I continued to suck and nuzzle at Rain's sweet little tits while my fingers explored her body further. I finally slid two fingers under her thong, from the rear, and gently parted her soft, wet, pussy lips. I slowly slipped one, then the other, inside of her, shallow, just to my first knuckle. She was slick, hot and wet, but oh so tight. The thought crossed my mind that it might be a little difficult to get my cock into her. And how incredibly good it would feel if I did.
I moved my fingers, just a little, and I could feel her trying to push herself further onto them, to get them deeper inside. She moaned in my ear, and I felt her body shiver.
"God, Adam, you're going to make me cum."

"Yes, I am. But not yet." I slid my fingers very slowly out of her, and she whimpered at the loss. I raised my slick wet fingers, coated with her sweet juices, to my lips, rubbing her wetness over my lips before sucking the remaining nectar from them.
I then pulled her face to mine and kissed her, letting her taste her own arousal. She was tentative at first, then hungry and eager, her tongue seeking every bit of her own essence. She bit and sucked at my lips, climbing into my lap and powering me back against the sofa, and I wondered just what I had awakened here. I could be in trouble!

She began to tug and jerk at my shirt, trying to get it open and off. She succeeded in getting it unbuttoned and kissed and licked her way down my chest, biting my nipples painfully. It hurt so good!
She started to tug at my belt buckle, and I stopped her.

"Here, let me stand up, this is never going to work like this."
She clambered off of me, and I stood. She pulled my shirt off and added it to the growing stack of clothes on the floor, then dropped to her knees in front of me and quickly unbuckled my belt and opened my button and zipper. She yanked my pants down and let them drop around my ankles, then reached up and grasped the big bulge in the front of my knit boxers, kneading me with both hands.

She just said "Ohhh, yes!" as she hooked her fingers under the elastic and stripped them off of me. My cock sprang out, about 90% hard and leaking slightly. She sat back on her heels and looked at me. "Ok, I was wrong. She'll be disapointed with his size after all!"
She then straightened up and took me into her mouth, wrapping her left hand around my shaft, her right resting on my thigh.

Looking down, I noticed the big diamond wedding ring on the hand grasping my cock, and I noticed that her fingers did not come close to reaching all the way around me. Both turned me on tremendously, and I was now about 110% hard. You gotta love women with small hands, what an ego boost!
She continued to suck me, and now it was my turn to moan and groan a little, although she was also moaning in her arousal. She moved her right hand to my balls, squeezing and crushing them as best she could. I was having significant sexual overload, and began to wonder if I would last long enough to not embarass myself.

She stopped suddenly, still holding my cock but disengaging her lips. "Morgan never makes it this far. If Kristi got her face this close to him he probably shot his load all over her!"

It was apparently the wrong thing to say - I don't know why, I liked the image - but it felt like someone had dumped ice over my crotch. She went back to sucking on me, unaware of the effect of her words, but I could feel myself losing my erection.

I tried. I thought erotic thoughts, I admired Rain's tight little body, I tried to mentally step back to where I had been moments before, but to no avail. Soon she noticed that I was going limp, although still thick and swollen.
She let me slip from her lips, then flopped my cock back and forth with her hand. It looked like one of those big, soft rubber dongs, floppy instead of stiff.
"What's wrong Adam, are you OK? Did I do something wrong, or say something wrong?" Realization dawned on her. "Oh my god, I shouldn't have mentioned Morgan and Kristi, oh Adam, I'm so sorry."

"No Rain, it's not that. (I think it was) I don't know what happened, I'm sure it will pass, it's not a big deal. Help me step out of these pants and we can get more comfortable."
She pushed my pants off my feet, then had me raise my feet, one at a time, so she could yank my socks off. She had undressed me to stark naked in the living room, I was wearing only my wristwatch.
I glanced at it, without thinking, and she saw me do it. "Are we OK, do we have more time?"
"We're fine. I figure we've got about an hour, longer if they stop somewhere."

She went "Humph. They won't have to stop for long! Here, let me try playing with you a little more, OK?"
I sat down on the sofa and she went to work on me, licking and sucking my cock, sucking my balls into her mouth one at a time and giving them a tongue bath, but it didn't work. It felt incredible, I loved what she was doing to me, but my cock stayed at half-staff. I was deeply embarassed, more so when she tried to be understanding and say it didn't matter. I knew better, I could see that she was disappointed. I knew I would have to get much harder than this to get it into her tight pussy.
This had only ever happened to me once before, when I was married, but I had been suffering with a nasty cold and was heavily doped up on cold remedies at the time so it was no surprise. Still, Lisa had not been kind.

Finally I stopped her. "Here, you get over here for a while and let me explore that amazing little body. I've been wanting to do this since I saw you."
I lowered her to the sofa and dropped to my knees in front of her, between her widespread legs. I ran my fingers over the blue satin of her thong, pressing it into her cleft and feeling her moist heat through it. Just a few short, dark hairs peeked out around the edge. I wanted to see her.

"Let's get this off of you, it's in my way." I manuevered her thong down, all string and wet satin, and rubbed it between my fingers before dropping it to the floor. I could feel her thick wetness on my fingers. I left her stockings on.
I spread her legs again and looked down at her pussy. It was beautiful, her dark hair complete but trimmed close, a neat little bush framing her pink pussy, slick and glistening with her arousal. Her inner lips were more red, and swollen, her clit a glistening, tiny little pebble.

I touched it lightly with one finger, and she moaned as I watched a small trickle of her juices ooze slowly out of her and down toward her ass. I leaned in and kissed her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples, then slowly kissed and nuzzled and licked my way down her stomach, teasing and touching.
I worked slowly lower, kissing around her mound and nuzzling her soft downy patch. Her body tremred, and her hips began to move, trying to get her most tender spots to my lips. I avoided that, and moved to her inner thighs, holding her legs at the ankles and spreading them far apart as I leaned in and kissed up and down her sensitive inner thighs, intentionally letting my stiff stubble scratch at her tender skin.

As I crossed from one leg to the other I let my tongue find her wet crevice and flick, just once, at her hard little clit. She cried out and jerked like she had received an electrical shock. "OH GOD!! Oh, fuck, oh you bastard, stop teasing me! You're driving me crazy, god, just do it!"

So I did. I buried my face into her wet, delicious pussy, and I savaged it. I licked, hard then soft at her clit, and thrust my tongue as far into her as I could. I lapped at her, and felt her orgasm rush over her and the gush of her sweet juices onto my tongue as she came, bucking and begging.

I slid my hands under her small ass and lifted her as I straightened up, holding her up to my face so that only her head and shoulders were on the sofa, her feet on my shoulders. I held her there, my lips and tongue working at her, tasting her pleasure, her joy, as she bucked and thrust herself at me, begging me to devour her, one orgasm after another sweeping over her and her pussy sucking at my tongue.

What my mind and her lips and hands had been unable to accomplish earlier, her arousal achieved in spades! Hearing her, riding her orgasms, feeling and tasting her responses, the scent of her extreme arousal, my cock was again rock hard and screaming for attention.
I lowered her from my lips and down to the cushions, moving forward and laying my hard cock on her belly. It looked to me to reach almost to her ribcage. She touched it, wonderingly, her blue eyes wide, her face a mix of ecstasy and arousal, maybe shock at her own reactions. No fear.
"Oh god yes! Fuck me Adam, FUCK ME!!"

I moved slowly back until the tip of my cock was at the top of her cleft, than a little more until it slid down over her hard little clit and lined up perfectly with her tight opening. Again holding her legs at the ankles, spread wide, I slowly began to push into her.
She was so tight! But I was extremely hard, and she was extremely wet, and the head of my cock slowly disappeared into her, then another inch, then another.
She was gasping and moaning, just going "Oh godohgodohgdoh my god! Yes, put it in me, fuck me Adam, deeper, I want you in me!"

She was so small, and I'd had a couple of experiences in the past where women were uncomfortable with my size, so I was being careful. I didn't want this to hurt her at all, and I figured maybe I wouldn't fit all the way in, which was fine. I love driving it balls deep, which I can do with Kristi, and she loves it, but it wasn't necessary by any means.
I began to take short strokes, gradually working my cock more deeply into her. To my amazement she was bucking her hips up at me, trying to get more of me into her! She used my grip on her ankles for leverage, and thrust her pussy onto my cock, the hard tight ring of her opening gripping me like a vise.
I looked at where we joined, then just held still and let her fuck herself all the way onto my shaft, my balls pressed against her tiny ass. I was amazed, she had taken my entire cock inside of her. I don't know, to this day, where she put it!
We stopped for just a second, and she looked into my eyes, her brilliant blue irises sparkling with lust. "Christ Adam, oh god that's good!"

I bucked my hips, just a little, moving my cock inside of her, and she exploded. "Oh god I'm cumming oh yes, oh fuck," then it deteriorated into a long combined moan and scream as she thrashed against me, and I gave up all pretense of control and released her ankles, lunging into her.

She wrapped her legs around me and I slammed into her, thrusting and jamming, daring her to take all I had to give. I was down on top of her now, and she had both arms tight around my neck, holding herself to me and slamming her hips up to receive my thrusts. It was amazing, but it was violent, and a little scary.
I felt her nails tearing at my back and shoulders and she was biting me, hard, on the tendon at the base of my neck on my right shoulder. It didn't seem to hurt at all, and I continued to fuck her as she began to chain-cum and gasp for air, no longer able to speak.

Great job, excellent story Stormy. Not sure where it's headed, but I'm glad Adam got laid. Not your typical cuckold story, and I think that's what I like about your writing. Keep it coming and thank you.

Great story Stormy. Thanks for continuing it.

Now THIS is some hot cuckolds brownie!

Give us more!

Fred

One of the hottest stories I have ever read. Please continue....
et

truly great story ..

The photos are great and the story gets better and better. Don't you dare go back to your remote work site now.....lol
contdoc

Stormydog

For me, sex scenes are the hardest part of writing any story. Your last scene between Rain and Adam is an absolute work of art. I take my hat off to you.

I am enjoying this story very much. At first I was put off by the beginning. I had just encountered a series of stories at Literotica about men who used their wives when they caught them cheating. I thought that was where you were going with this story.

I recently came back to the story and I am very pleased to discover that I was wrong. You have done a wonderful job of creating a story that reflects the complexity of a cuckold/hotwife relationship.

I eagerly await your next installment.

GH

Titsrfun - Thanks, I was shooting for something a little different here without getting too far from the theme of this site. There are a lot of really great sissy/submissive stories already, so I thought I'd not try to compete with those, although I plan to maybe interject a little of that later. I'm also not sure where the story is going...I guess we'll both have to wait and see.

Peak - Thanks, glad you're enjoying it. I've read and enjoyed many of your posts and comments, great sense of humor!

Fred - Thanks again, I appreciate your support, and your inspiration.

ncalcuck and jarek - Thanks for taking the time to respond, really good to know it's bringing some pleasure to people.

contdoc - thanks again. Remember, you can't sue me if you get carpal tunnel from too much "reading"!

GH - Thanks for the compliment, it means a lot coming from you, I (and a bunch of other folks!) know your stuff well.
I'm glad you came back for a second look. You're not likely to catch me writing an abusive story, they don't much appeal to me. I love women too much!
I was (and am) trying to capture a little more real emotion, we'll see how it goes. You're right about the sex scenes being tough, but you've written a lot of great ones yourself! Making them graphic yet erotic is a challenge.

I continued to pound into her as she released her lips and teeth from my shoulder and began to speak into my ear, begging me to fuck her, telling me each time she was cumming, swearing at me, thanking me - I never would have believed this little angelic looking kitten had so much tiger in her!
I kept up that pace for what was probably only 2 or 3 minutes, then began to slow down and take long, deep strokes, really feeling her pussy as it gripped and slid on my cock. I raised up so that I could watch her face, and found her blue eyes staring into mine, a look of lust and maybe a little shock and wonder on her face.
"Oh my god, that feels so good! Oh, god, yes, don't stop, don't stop, oh fuck, your cock is so damn big! Fuck me, oh god, fuck me!"

I had started out to maybe prove something to her, and maybe to myself as well, and I know I had taken out a little of my anger and frustration with Kristi on her. I know that wasn't fair to Rain, and that I had been probably more violent and vulgar on her than I should have been, but she seemed to have loved it. Thank God.

Anyhow, somewhere in the last few minutes I had burned that out of myself, and it was no longer about that. Now it was all about enjoying this tiny little ball of fire that had my cock so firmly clamped inside her pussy, and was thrusting her hips up to meet my every move. I registered her heat, and her sounds, and her scent, and all the sensations of her body touching mine, and I felt the first tingles of my own orgasm rushing up on me.
This was too soon! Despite everything, I still wanted to prove to her that her husband was a loser for always cumming so quickly, and that she deserved to be made love to, and to have a man that would satisfy her needs.
I did the only thing I knew to do, I stopped moving, my cock buried deep inside of her. Unfortunately, she continued to buck her hips up against me, fucking herself on my cock. She looked up at me.

"Oh, god, why did you stop? Did you cum?"

"No, not yet, but I will if you don't stop doing that."

"Cum, Adam, I want you to cum inside of me!"

"I do too, I will Rain, but not yet!"

I was right on the brink, about to lose control and cum, as she thrust herself onto me. I pulled out of her, I had to, I was so close! I heard her gasp and moan at her loss, and I held my breath, willing myself not to cum. Ever so slowly the feeling receded, but my cock was so hard and throbbing it was bucking in the air as though I was shooting my load, and a small spurt of white semen escaped and slid down my hard shaft.

Once I passed the critical moment and backed away from the brink I knew I would be OK and could go on for awhile. I pulled her to the floor with me.
"Here Rain, get on your hand and knees, I want to do you from behind for awhile."

"Oh god yes, fuck me some more, put it in me!" She kneeled and leaned forward, lowering her chest and shoulders to the floor and thrusting her ass up into the air, presenting me with her pussy. It was so beautiful, open and glistening wet, her inner lips puffy and pink with arousal, parted, inviting me back into her body.
I know I had been leaking heavily inside of her, and her dark hair was wet with our combined fluids, matted to her outer pussy lips. I leaned forward and tasted us, pushing my tongue as far as I could into her pussy. She gasped and thrust back against my lips, and I moved my tongue inside of her. She shuddered, and begged me to fuck her, so I did.

I positioned my cock at her tight opening and thrust in, all the way, with one long slow push. She cried out and slammed back against me.
"Oh fuck, oh goddamn you, oh god, you're making me cum!!"

I could feel her pussy squeeze me as she came, and I continued to fuck her, holding onto her hips and pulling her back against me. I enjoyed watching her pussy cling and grasp my thick shaft as I screwed her, and enjoyed the sounds she made and the feel of her body.
She kept reaching back between her legs and feeling my balls, grabbing and squeezing them, touching where our bodies were joined. I was really getting into this, and wanted it to go on forever, but after several minutes (and several more orgasms for Rain) I could feel my explosion building again and knew it wouldn't be too long.
I wanted to look into her eyes as I came inside of her, so I pulled out of her and got her on her back, thrusting a pillow from the sofa under her hips, then pushed her legs up and trapped them between my arms so that they would be over my shoulders.
I again entered her, and she cried out at how deep I went, my balls crushed tight to her ass. In only a few thrusts I crested and began to cum, feeling my cock spasm and spurt deep in her pussy. It was my turn to cry out with the intensity of it, heightened by holding so long near the brink.
"Oh god, I'm cumming, oh yes. Uhhh, damn!"
Her hands were on my ass, nails digging in as my muscles bunched and spasmed, spilling my load into her. She rode me through it, face intent and teeth clenched, staring into my eyes.

It seemed like I came forever, but eventually the intense sensations began to subside and I moved my arms, allowing her to lower her legs.
I soon slid out of her and collapsed on the floor next to her, sprawled half on my side and half on my back. She slid up and put her head on my arm, pressing her body against me.

"God Adam, that was so good! I haven't cum like that in...well, I don't think I've ever cum like that! Thank you for that."

I was still trying to catch my breath. "Don't thank me Rain, I loved it. You were amazing! Damn, I feel like you turned my whole body to jello!"

We just laid there for awhile, regaining our senses and enjoying each other's closeness, then she said "How's our time? Will they be here soon?"

I checked my watch. A little less than a half hour had passed since we first started. "No, we're OK. We should probably get cleaned up though, I think I made a pretty big mess in you."

She laughed. "I love it - and you lasted so long! That was amazing. Grab my panties for me will you?"

I sat up and reached for her little thong where it lay on the floor. "It's only amazing compared to what you're used to. It should take long enough to be good for both of you, you know."

She took her thong from me and began to slip it over her feet, still laying on her back. I could see that her pussy was covered and smeared with cum, the white streaks throughout her dark pubic hair, sticky and matted, and a thick stream leaking out of her. I suppressed a powerful urge to lick her clean, I wanted to taste her, but I didn't know how she'd take that. We'd only just met, after all.

"Rain, don't you want to clean up a little first? I'll get you a washcloth and towel."

"No, no I want to save this little surprise for Morgan. I want him to know that tonight he's not the only one that decided to have a little extra fun. Two can play at that game."

I stood, and my head spun for a moment. She got her thong pulled up and in place, then sat up and reached up to take my hands. I pulled her to her feet, and she leaned into me, her arms around me. She hugged me, then stepped back. "Well, I suppose... Oh Adam, you're reding! Did I do that?"

I looked down. There were several small spots of red and a lot of scratch marks where her nails had dug at me, and a small trickle of red from an obvious bite mark on my shoulder. I laughed. "Yeah, you were the only other one in the room, I'm pretty sure I can't bite my own shoulder."

"Oh Adam, I'm sorry! That's embarassing that I would do that, how awful!"

"No big deal Rain, it doesn't hurt or anything. I guess it just shows how much you enjoyed yourself."

"Well, come in the bathroom and I'll wash those off for you. We should put a bandaid on that one."

I followed her to the bath, me still naked and her in only her tiny thong, the blue satin triangle now saturated and stained dark with cum. I sat on the edge of the tub, and she got a warm soapy cloth and cleaned all the wounds she had created. I was at the perfect height to lick her nipples, so I did, and she leaned in and let me as she washed my shoulder. It distracted me from the slight sting of the soap. She smelled of warm, fertile woman, and of soap, and of cum, and I found it very arousing.
I touched the blue satin, pressing it into her, and white sperm oozed around my finger. I had totally flooded her pussy

She rinsed the cloth and then kneeled in front of me, taking my still thick and rubbery cock into the warm cloth in her hands and cleaning all the sticky remnants of our lovemaking off of me, carefully washing and cleaning my cock and balls. I could feel myself begin to harden, just a little, and she took me in her mouth.
I groaned, I was still so sensitive, and she sucked my cock.

"Rain, honey, we probably don't have time to go again."

She let my now mostly erect cock slip from her lips. "I know, but I wish!"

Yeah, I knew. Me too.

stormydog
great story

Fred

Sorry for the delay y'all. I was out of town for awhile. And so the story goes...


She stood again, and I found the band-aids and a small tube of antiseptic for the bite marks on my shoulder. That it was a bite was unmistakable. I'd have to try to keep it covered for a couple days.
As she did repairs on me I sat still, looking down at her legs and tummy, and the mound of her sex, now covered by wet blue satin. I noticed that the top band of her stockings each had a semi-circular wet stain where our cum (OK, mostly mine) had run down the inside of her thighs and soaked into them. The left one was especially bad.

I thought she should know - she'd be with her husband soon.
"Honey, I really made a mess of you. Even your stockings have cum stains on them. If it gets any worse it will show even when you have your dress on. I'm sorry, I didn't know I'd cum so much. That sure felt good though!"
She finished her patch job and leaned against me. "It felt amazing, and I don't care about the damages. I love the way I feel inside right now, and wish we had time for you to cum in me again."

I reached around her trim form and cupped her round, tight little ass in my hands. She moaned softly and pumped her hips very slowly, leaning the side of her face against mine. I let the fingers of my right hand wander under the string of her thong and into the slippery, steamy cleft of her pussy. I lowered my lips to her erect nipple as I probed just a little, one knuckle deep, into her swampy pussy, and I felt her body rock with a strong tremor.
I continued my journey forward, and found the now-soft bud of her clit with my fingertip, and I stroked it gently, then harder, and in seconds her body shuddered through another strong orgasm.
"OH GOD! Oh Adam, stop, you're *******ing me! How do you do that, you just touch me and I cum. It's almost embarassing."

"Well Rainbow, I'd say you needed this. You were just ready for an evening like this, that's all. Don't be embarassed, I'm loving every second of it."

She laughed softly. "Rainbow. What a silly name. Only my dad ever called me that. Maybe I will change it to R-a-y-n-e and drop the rest."

"Oh Rain, I wouldn't. I like it. And besides, it obviously means something to your folks, it speaks about their lives, you know?" As I spoke she pulled my hand from between her legs and, staring into my eyes the whole time, raised it to her lips and began to suck the cum off my fingers. She seemed to not even be aware that she was doing it, just listening to me talk to her, and it was one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced.
I lost my train of thought for a moment, her gaze and the feel of her soft tongue on my fingers affecting my mind.
I mumred "Uhh, well, anyway, it's none of my business. But if you decide to change it, don't tell them. Or better yet, wait 'til they're gone so you don't hurt them."

She lowered my hand from her lips, and smiled at me wistfully. "You're a strange man, Adam." She laid her small hands on each side of my face, tilting my head up to kiss me. "I've only known you a few hours and in many ways I feel like we know each other better than Morgan and I do."

"Well, he's a fool. You need to either divorce him or give him a major wake-up call."

"Oh, I think tonight should serve to accomplish one of those things. Maybe both. Oh well, it's time, but I really do love him. If he just wasn't so closed off, so wrapped up in himself." She sighed "I suppose we had better get dressed, huh?"

We trailed back into the living room, me still naked and her in her thong and stockings. I enjoyed watching her walk ahead of me, very nice view.

We kept looking at each other, not speaking, as we dressed. I don't know what there was to say, but it felt like we were leaving something unfinished. I went to freshen our Cokes as she went to fix her hair. Too bad, I really liked her tousled, just-fucked look.