Laura's Story

Stormy,
You really are excelling yourself with this story at the moment. I don't know how you keep this and the other one afloat (sorry) together. I'm just glad that you do. Thanks, and have a great Christmas.

Stormy,

Caught up at last!
The words, love and romance were mentioned earlier and I must agree that this is exactly the picture you have achieved with this lovely story.
Have a great time over the New Year holiday and I wish you and yours good health and happiness over the next twelve months.

G.
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Better bump this one too

GH

I find it interesting you aren't sure where they are going. I tend to do the same thing and see where they lead me. I eagerly look forward to seeing where your trio lead you. Thanks for all the work Storm.

Mmmmmmm... I hope she gives in to Matt's big cock again! She NEEDS his bigger manhood again, just like all good hotwives.
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Storm

The subtle development of this story is delightfully maddening.

Thank you

GH

Stormy:

Great to see you back and continuing the story!

Sounds to me like Ben is planting his own seeds of cuckold desire?

It'll be interesting to see where this story goes........


Laura sounds like a real sexy woman and I love her perky sweet titties already.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Yes please continue. Cant wait to hear what happens at Matt's house!

Zinc, cuckaliciousr, GH, C-4-1, and mike, thanks for the comments! I do appreciate the time you take todrop a line from time to time, it helps to keep me going.
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I slid my purse strap over my shoulder as I crossed the street, idly wondering what Shari must be thinking, seeing me cross the street to his house so boldly like this, in broad daylight – and there was little doubt in my mind that she saw, because she makes it her business to miss very little. I smiled as I pondered what her thoughts might be if Matt and I happened to drive away together! At his door I hesitated; he had told me I could just use my key and walk right in, but I was not very comfortable with that idea so I rang the bell instead, and waited.

And waited. I was debating whether to ring the bell a second time or go ahead and use my key when I heard the door being unlocked, and the knob turned. When the door swung open, Matt stood there in all his masculine glory, just a very brief pair of black athletic shorts shy of an indecent exposure charge. For that matter, given the bulge in the front of those shorts, he could possibly still have been charged.

Grinning, I shook my head. “Matthew, don’t you ever wear clothes?”

He laughed. “Only my lady ever called me Matthew – and do you ever show up when a guy hasn’t just stepped out of the shower? This is more than I had on a few seconds ago, if you want the truth.”

Now I noticed that his short hair was still damp. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Did you know it was me, or would you have answered the door like that for anyone?”

He looked down at himself. “What? I’m entirely decent!” He laughed. “Actually, if I had known it was you, I might have just skipped the shorts entirely.” I felt myself blush, but also enjoyed a little tingle in my belly at his words. He saw my face color and smiled, then stepped back. “Come on in Laura. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I needed to talk to you.”

“About?”

So many things, but where to start! I decided to save the hard stuff for last. “Well, for starters, you need to pick up some of that shrimp type fish food; you’re just about all out.”

“Oh good, I’m glad you mentioned that, I have to go to the store today anyway – it sounds like one of my power heads is failing.”

“Actually that was another thing I was going to bring up. Can it be repaired?”

He shrugged. “I’ll take a look at it, but probably not. The units are sealed to keep them water tight, and if you screw with it you could end up electrocuting yourself. Fortunately, they’re not that expensive. Anything else?”

For some reamister I was finding it difficult to say what I had really come here to say. Our eyes met, and he seemed to sense my reticence. He turned away, toward his kitchen. “You want a cup of coffee?”

“I don’t want to put you to any trouble.”

“Laura, it’s all made, it’s no trouble. I’m going to get me one – would you like one or not?”

“Sure, I guess – with just a little…”

He interrupted me. “I know how you like it, remember?”

It struck me at once, but I didn’t know if he meant that to sound like the double entendre that it did; apparently not, because he suddenly laughed. “I guess that could be taken two ways! For the record, I was referring to your coffee.”

I know I was bright red; he had succeeded in embarrassing me thoroughly, even if it was unintentional, in part because I knew the other was also true! He knew exactly how I liked it; my body had made that abundantly clear to him only yesterday!

Looking at each other, we both laughed a little self-consciously. Unless my eyes were playing tricks on me, he was also blushing slightly! He pretended to clear his throat as he turned to pour. “Ahem! So, on to other topics…”

“Do you think you might go the fish store today?”

He looked at me as he set a steaming mug on the counter next to where I stood. “I don’t know, maybe. I really don’t have any plans. They’re open tomorrow too, but their Sunday hours are only noon ‘til five.”

“If you were going today I was going to see if you wanted some company.”

“You guys want to come along?”

“Not us guys. Just me.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Ben is OK with that?”

“Actually, it was his idea. He was going to be tied up doing chores and when I mentioned that I needed to catch you, to talk to you about a couple of things before you went out of town again, he suggested it.”

“Huh!” He said it as an expression of surprise.

”What?”

“Well it’s just that if it was me, and my hot little wife, I don’t think I’d be so eager to send her out running around with other guys.”

If my blush had begun to fade, his words renewed it. Partly it was what he was implying, but it was also due to the fact that, unless I was mistaken, he had referred to me as Ben’s “hot little wife.” I frowned. “I’m not sure whether to be flattered or insulted!”

He chuckled. “Flattered, please. No insult was intended – or at least not to you. I guess it’s more a commentary on what horndogs us guys can be – and maybe on Ben’s poor judgment.”

“Oh. Well, that’s certainly true! Benny may be a little naïve, and you guys do seem to do most of your thinking with your penis.”

“Hey! Be nice!”

I laughed. “So, what do you say? If you’re going soon and want some company, I’ll join you. If not, I suppose I should get back home and find something to do.”

He shrugged. “Hell, no time like the present. Come on back, we can talk while I finish getting ready.”

I trailed him back to his bedroom, or, as I now thought of it, the scene of the crime. It felt very odd still to so calmly walk into another man’s bedroom, but if he felt it he gave no sign. In fact, quite the opposite; we had no sooner walked into the room when he shucked off his shorts, kicking them up so they would land on his unmade bed, and calmly turned and crossed to his dresser completely naked. I don’t know what I had been expecting, but it certainly had not been that! If anything I had expected him to perhaps wear them as boxer shorts!

“Matt, I can’t believe you did that!”

He looked down at his nudity. “What? It’s not like it’s something you’ve never seen before, right?”

“Well no, but…my husband is right across the street!”

“Well, I’m pretty sure he can’t see us – or did you want to invite him over for a look too?”

“No, of course not! It’s just…well, you surprised me.”

“Sorry.” He twisted from side to side quickly, causing his thick cock to flop back and forth between his hip bones, smacking heavily against his abdomen on each side as it did. “Everything is pretty much as you left it, same old-same old, no surprises here.” Watching his large manhood swing and sway where it arced out over his bulging scrotum made little nervous tingles start in my lower belly, and my whole pelvic region seemed to undergo a warm, liquid flush, and I wondered if perhaps he had just a little bit of the exhibitionist in him.

Whatever, he seemed completely at ease moving about naked in front of me, going about choosing clothes to wear and other normal activities as if we did this every day. He tossed a clean pair of cargo shorts on the bed, and then crossed to his closet and disappeared into it, returning moments later carrying a soft, white short-sleeved linen shirt which he laid alongside his shorts. My surprise at his casual approach to my presence did not prevent me from looking at him, and watching him as he moved around the room.

There was just something so very masculine about him, something to which I felt myself drawn very strongly. It was just biology, I recognized that, hundreds of thousands of years of evolution of the instinct to be attracted to the best available qualities in a potential mate – and with his height, his broad shoulders and narrow hips, the powerful muscles of his arms, chest, butt and thighs and the rippling six-pack that led my eyes down to his impressive manhood, Matt had all the physical gifts that my body and mind had evolved to desire.

If all that wasn’t bad enough, he also had that sexy, quirky little smile and those damnably gorgeous gray-green eyes of his, those eyes that always seemed to look at me as if he could read my thoughts. He turned those eyes on me now. “Just need to brush my teeth and throw on a few clothes and I’m all set. Feel free to sit on the bed if you want – it would be made, but somebody rang my doorbell before I had a chance to do it.” His eyes, sparkled, teasing me.

I pulled the sheet and blanket over to the edge of the bed and took a seat. “So it’s my fault you’re a slob, huh?”

He nodded, laughing. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna go with that.” He crossed to the bathroom and entered, stopping in front of the sink. From where I perched on the edge of his bed I could see him in a full rear-view, but also his reflection in the mirror as he put toothpaste on his electric toothbrush and stuck it in his mouth before starting it. Listening to its soft hum, I studied him in the mirror, looking at his shape, his muscles softly rippling with the motion of his hand and arm as he brushed, and, inevitably, at the way his thick cock sprouted from the soft bush of sandy curls at its base and hung heavily over his balls, the plum-sized head a rosy color which contrasted nicely with the thick, tan-colored shaft. I could feel my body responding to the view with a warm flush and a certain slipperiness between my legs.

When I glanced up I found him watching me in the mirror as well, his sexy eyes taking in the fact that mine were roving over his body, and they crinkled at the corners as he grinned around the brush in his mouth. Flustered yet again, I changed position on his bed so that I was more directly behind him and we could no longer see each other in the mirror. It was better in terms of being watched, but it did nothing to distract me from the beauty of his body.

I followed the flow of his muscles as his body tapered inward from shoulders to hip, the deep valley of his spine down the middle dropping to his waist and into the cleft of his perfect ass. Ben and I had watched enough porn movies that I was very familiar with the way it looks when a man with a powerful, muscular ass is between a woman’s legs, bunching and thrusting as he drives himself into her, and now my mind conjured up images of Matt’s well-developed gluteus muscles knotting and flexing as they did just that – like they must have done yesterday as he thrust into me!

I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep, steadying breaths; this was quickly getting out of hand, my body hot and almost trembling with arousal! My nipples were so hard they tingled, and the sensation extended to my pussy, which was as hot and wet as any sauna! When I opened my eyes I kept them trained down on the floor for a few seconds. When I finally brought them up it was no better, because standing as he was, with his feet apart, there between his legs were the biggest, most perfect balls I’ve seen on a man, suspended heavily in their soft, fleshy sack! I had a very powerful urge to just cross to him and slide my hand up to cup those perfect orbs, to hold them and feel their weight, perhaps to squeeze and fondle them, or even lick and suck on them, and when I struggled to suppress the urge it turned into a full body shudder of arousal instead.

When he bent over the sink to spit out a mouthful of suds it only put his heavy scrotum even more fully on display, and my pent-up breath escaped me in a rush of sexual desire, frustration, and contempt for myself and my good intentions. He turned to look at me as he wiped his mouth on a towel. “Are you OK?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh. Do you have any idea how sexy you are? It’s not fair!”

He grinned. “Thanks – and also sorry, I guess.”

“Seriously Matt, the main thing I came over here to tell you was that we could never do again what we did yesterday, that it was all wrong, and after I laid awake all night feeling guilty and working up my resolve, in less than five minutes you just blow it all to pieces! You make me hate myself.”

He came and stood directly in front of me, less than a foot away. “Laura, don’t hate yourself. Yesterday was incredible – really – and I don’t regret it for a moment, but if you feel this strongly about it we won’t do it again. It wasn’t intended to make you feel bad – and it wasn’t something we planned. It just happened.”

“I know, and it shouldn’t have.”

“Maybe, maybe not – but it did. If it never happens again, well…” he paused. “Look I won’t pretend I wouldn’t be disappointed, but if that’s the way it has to be then that’s the way it is, all right? It’s supposed to be nice, and make you feel good, not make you miserable. It’s not worth that.”

I looked up at him gratefully, thankful that he had let me off the hook so gracefully. Of course, it might have been better if he’d put on some clothes before we had this talk, because I was extremely aware of both his nudity and his proximity! He bent to kiss me, what I think was intended as a kiss of understanding and friendship, but it seemed to quickly become something more. I tasted the fresh minty flavor of his toothpaste first, and then became aware of the soft warmth of his lips and his steamy breath. My tongue was the first to move, touching his lips in an unintended invitation that his own tongue eagerly accepted, darting into my mouth as our soft kiss of friendship changed into a kiss of arousal and desire.

Finally I pulled myself away, breaking contact with his lips as I stared up at him. “Matt, no!”

He backed up a step, a surprised look on his face. “No, I know! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that!”

As we stared at each other, both of us surprised by how quickly things had changed, I noticed that his thick cock had become thicker, and now no longer hung limply over his balls but stood almost straight out from his groin. As I stared at his sex, it bobbed lightly in time with each beat of his heart, and with each beat it rose and thickened a little more, the veins starting to bulge out along his shaft, which hardened as the hot red of his arousal pumped into it until it stood up long and thick, thrusting skyward, rigid with arousal, a proud and impressive masculine organ eager for action.

I looked up at him, and our eyes met. He looked like he wanted to apologize for his arousal, or perhaps to run and cover himself, but there was also a smoky look of need and desire deep in his eyes. Neither of us seemed to want to speak, and when I finally reached out and wrapped my fingers around his warm, thick cock and pulled him to my lips he came forward willingly.

Stormy,
I think you may have been a woman in a past life. And a tease at that .. Great section. Thanks.

Sooooo hot. I'm seriously thinking of sharing this story with my wife someday... when I finally know what the outcome is!

To my knowledge, she has never read a cuckold story in her life.

What do you think? Good idea for a "first" cuckold story to read?

Keep in mind I'm a wannabe, and my hope, of course, would be for it to purely arouse her and get her thinking more about really doing it. The opposite I'd want is for it to be a turn off to her.

It just seems to encapsulate so perfectly the female perspective and I feel she'd identify with it.

Anyone care to talk me off the ledge?
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

WOW!!

What a place to stop. Peak is right....you are a TEASE!

Now get back to the story and finish this blowjob.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Storm

That was beautifully done. Temptation at it's best. Reading this, it's hard to imagine how any woman remains faithful to her husband when confronted with a handsome, desirable man like Matt. Of course according to recent news reports many of them don't. At this site most of us hope that it's true.

Thanks for your effort and a great story.

GH

Stormy,
Another Great Addition. And "he came forward willingly" I'm shocked! BUT WHAT A PLACE TO LEAVE US.
Actually I am enjoying every word and the pace works too. Thanks for writing.
JJ.

Me too, your so good at it!!!!! Let your other self out.

Just kidding, I am guessing all the good writers need to exercise their talent to take it to the next level. I just didn't know there was another level, you are good.

Mrs. watcher says " seriously I can't believe you stopped there. Men can be such teases also."

Cuckalicousr.........sure I'm reading these stories and cucking my hubby sort of. Eat the elephant one bite at a time just do something a little bit at a time. Years later you will be surprised how far you have cum......lol. Sorry had to say that.

Stormy mr. Watcher back, don't leave the Mrs. hanging for too long or no telling what she will do to me or her boyfriends . She can be pretty aggressive when provoked.
watcherdoit4fun

==bump==

Need... more...!
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Please! It's been 2 weeks since the last chapter. You know when she went over to his house and all pretense of not wanting to do it again was dropped. Sign on everyday looking for an update.

Seriously great story, but I am looking for an update.

BUMP.......
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Many thanks all, for your comments, support, the bumps, and most of all for your patience. (When was the last time you thanked anybody for "the bumps"? Usually you're not too happy when those show up.)

Peak, I'll take that as a compliment, especially since so many of the women I know are so much better people than so many of us! They do tend to have to put up with a lot of our crap. Also, enjoyed your brilliant Dickens tale on GH's story, and your words of support and friendship elsewhere.

scubarogue, jjthom, and C-4-1, thanks for the kind words.

Cuckaliciousr, if you think she might enjoy it, give it a shot. You know her better than any of us - or at least better than MOST of us! (lol) I will admit that the story is my expansion and embellishment of another's words, so it is not an entirely female perspective, but I have tried to stay true. Which, by the way, has been more than a little bit weird at times.
Thanks for the comments and the bump also, by the way!

GH, as always, thanks for your support. I plan to follow some advice you gave me some time back and put this story on hold for a spell while I finish up the other one. Let me say here and now, you were right – it was just too much. I have one more segment plus a part of the next written for this story, so I plan to finish and post those before I shelve this project at least temporarily. I do have considerably more chapters/notes ready to be written about “Laura”, but those will have to wait and my ghost understands that, although she has expressed disappointment. I do hope to draw “Adam” to a close fairly soon, but you know how that goes!

Watcher and Mrs. Watcher, thanks for the comment, and for your ongoing support and pick-me-ups. It's been fun! Hope my putting this story on hold for awhile isn't too disappointing. I do plan to get back to it sooner or later, and I feel sure my muse will keep the pressure on.

Mike, a couple of updates before a break is all, I'm afraid. I hope you'll be patient with me for awhile. I just have decided I took on too much at once and need to be a little smarter and scale back for awhile. You might want to read "After The Party" if you haven't already. It's pure fiction, but in some ways similar I think.

I licked my lips, wetting them to allow his cock to slide between. Opening my mouth to accept the big purplish-pink head of his organ, I marveled at the feel of it, that firm but yielding sponginess beneath the soft skin, at that unique texture that feels like nothing else, and at the heat of him, and I ran my tongue slightly into the opening at its tip. As he pushed himself more deeply into my mouth I angled my head to take him more easily, and felt the silken skin on the underside of his shaft move across my tongue; he was thick, so much thicker than what I was accustomed to taking into my mouth, but it somehow seemed to be an easy and natural adjustment and he groaned softly as I began to move back and forth, actively sucking his aroused cock.

“Uhhh, Laura, my god! Ohh, that feels so damn good!”

I glanced quickly up at him, my eyes meeting his momentarily before he went back to watching his big cock sliding in and out of my mouth, between my puffy lips. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of it all, on the throbbing hardness of his shaft, the plum-sized head of his cock deep in my mouth, the slightly soapy but very male scent and flavor of him, and the heavy, incredibly masculine weight of his bulging scrotum that filled my hand. With my other hand I held the base of his thick shaft, slowly pumping it in time with the movement of my lips.

I felt a powerful shudder run through his body, a shudder of arousal, just moments before he put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back gently, away from his rigid cock, powering me to allow him to slip from the warmth of my mouth. I was surprised, and it must have shown in my eyes when I looked up at him, but I didn’t say anything. He shook his head. “I know, OK, and I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but are you sure? Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Remember, like you said, Ben is just right across the street, and we weren’t ever going to do this again...”

I looked from his face to his erection, admiring the thick hardness of the three-fourths of its length that protruded beyond my hand, the slick of my own saliva glistening wetly on his proud manhood. “Yes Matt, I’m sure. I came over here with the best intentions, knowing that I could stop this before it went any further, but…” I paused, and then shook my head. “Well, you know what they say about the road to hell being paved with good intentions. I guess I’m going to go to hell. Might as well try to enjoy the ride, right?”

“Laura…”

I stopped him. “Matt, it’s OK, really. I’ll deal with it. Obviously the only way this is not going to keep happening is if we never see each other anymore, and I don’t want that.”

“No, I don’t either. I very much enjoy your company and your friendship - you and Ben both. As for this…” he looked down at his hardness “..well, that goes without saying.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to face reality.” I ran my tongue up the underside of his big shaft, pausing to lap a small dribble of clear, salty pre-cum from the groove on the bottom of the big, swollen head. My own body was feverishly hot with arousal, almost vibrating with the tension of my own need, my nipples hard and tingling, my panties soaked and a noticeably wet slipperiness spreading between my thighs. “Maybe we’ll do this again and maybe we won’t, but why not just enjoy it now, this time?”

He just looked at me silently, his expression unreadable, but he groaned again when I took him into my mouth. I sucked on his big cock, enjoying the taste and feel of him in my mouth, feeling him tighten and swell a minute or two later. “Ohh, fuck, you’re going to make me come!”

I let him slip from my lips again. “That’s kind of the whole purpose of this.” I took him back in, continuing to pump him with one hand as I squeezed his balls with the other.

“No, I mean soon! Seriously Laura, I’m not going to be able to hold out very long!”

“Mmmm-hmmm!” I let him slide free once again. “I know, it’s all right. Go ahead, let ‘er rip.” He made a sound that was part laugh, part groan. I had continued stroking him, watching my hand move up and down his rigid shaft, and with my other hand, while massaging his heavy sack and squeezing his big balls, I began to touch and tickle that sensitive area just behind them and in front of his anus. By the way he pressed himself into my hand I knew he approved.

Once again taking his big penis into my mouth, I felt him stiffen and swell, his cock thickening, and his deep groan and a strong early spasm warning me that he was past the point of no return. Still, when the first powerful blast of warm semen shot into my mouth in a long, thick stream it was almost too much, hitting the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat with real power and almost gagging me. Fortunately I was just barely able to control the reflex, because if I’d fetishd or coughed I would have had his cum all over me, setting up a whole new set of problems!

As he came I continued to pump his shaft with my hand and squeeze his swollen testicles, wanting to make sure his orgasm was as good as I could make it. Apparently it was pretty good, judging by the way his body stiffened and his breathing became ragged – and also by the copious amount of, ahem, liquid assets he produced. A tremor of something - not quite an orgasm, but something very close – ran through my body as he came, as his jism sprayed into my mouth, almost as if I had experienced his orgasm vicariously. It was a very unique and very enjoyable sensation!

He pumped again and again, the first two or three powerful jets filling my mouth almost to capacity, but he kept on cumming through several additional spasms, the volume of each successive spurt finally starting to tail off. I slid back on him, keeping the tip of his cock in my mouth but allowing the rest to slide out, creating more space for the mouthful of cum he’d pumped out. Finally I had to stop entirely and back off so that I could swallow. It took two gulps to get it all down and I pressed my hand to my lips as I swallowed, allowing just a small dribble to escape my lips and run down my chin before I could manage it all. I grabbed his sheet and wiped it across my chin before it could drip on my blouse, then looked up at him as I gasped for air. “Good god Matt! Do you always come like that? That almost got very messy, which would have been a total disaster! You nearly drowned me.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry. I usually do seem to cum a lot, but that one was especially good. Damn that felt great – you’re very talented, you know that?”

I laughed. “Gosh, thanks. Oh boy, aren’t you done yet?” A thick white stream had pumped slowly out of the tip of his cock and was running down his still-hard shaft, and as I watched more emerged, gently pumping out and joining the flow. I licked it up, cleaning his cum from his cock before taking him into my mouth and sucking to get the last of it. As I did, I recalled how he’d liked to stay inside and slowly fuck me as his erection gradually subsided, so I continued to suck on him. His copious semen had been slightly musky, slightly salty, with an almost citrus-like acidity, similar in taste to Ben’s but also different somehow, and not at all unpleasant. I savored the undeniably masculine flavor of him in my mouth as I continued to suck and lick at his cock, enjoying the way my attentions reduced him to near-helpless tremors of pleasure.

He was gradually beginning to soften, his thick cock becoming more flexible, almost rubbery. It was a very fascinating sensation for me, to feel the sexual tension and hardness slowly receding even as his cock remained huge, a very sensual experience – as if I needed that! I was already almost on fire with arousal, and had experienced something that was not quite an orgasm myself as he had gushed into my mouth. It had left me wanting more. Finally he could stand no more, and he pulled away, gasping. “Oh damn, stop, please stop!

I relented, releasing him, and he turned and sat heavily on the bed next to me as if the rest of his body was going as limp and rubbery as his cock. When he took a deep breath and blew it out as almost a sigh of relief, I laughed. “Are you all right?”

He nodded, grinning. “Oh yeah, I’m fine – great, in fact. My knees are a little shaky for some reamister, but otherwise I’m good.”

“Gosh, I don’t recall ever even touching your knees – that can’t be my fault.” I looked at him from the corner of my eye, teasing, and he smiled. “Well, come on then, we need to get going. Put some clothes on, OK?”

He looked at me in surprise. “Are we done? I don’t get a chance to return the favor?”

“No Matt, not now. It’s going to start to look really bad if I’m here too long; Ben expects me to either go the store with you or come back home if we’re not going.” I glanced at my watch, surprised but relieved to discover that it had been just a little over ten minutes since I’d crossed the street. “Besides, you don’t need to reciprocate you know; I thoroughly enjoyed that. Just call it a quickie and enjoy it.”

“Laura, it’s not a matter of reciprocating; I feel like I’m missing out on my chance to enjoy myself too – you know, play a little bit on your private playground, as it were.”

I laughed. “What a nice thought, even if you did express it in such a tacky way! Really though, we have to go. Some other time, all right?”

He nodded, grudgingly agreeing. “Aren’t you even horny after all that?”

“Oh my god, you have no idea! I’m so horny I could die!”

“Well then…”

“No Matt, not now! I’ll just have to live with it.” I reached across the bed and grabbed his shorts, dropping them in his lap. “Here, get dressed.”

“Well OK, if you’re sure.” He stood and took his now mostly limp cock in his hand, squeezing and stretching it as he milked the last drop of milky semen out. As he reached for a Kleenex from his nightstand I leaned forward and suctioned up his final drop with my lips and tongue. He gasped at the sensation of my tongue darting quickly into the tip of his cock, and when I stood and kissed him his lips met mine willingly, his tongue powering its way into my mouth as if he needed to be sure he’d left his taste and scent on me.

I pulled away. “Enough – let’s not start anything we don’t have time to finish. I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

When I got to his bedroom door I looked back; he was stepping into his khaki cargo shorts without bothering to put on any underwear first. “You’re going out like that? Aren’t you going to put on underwear?”

Still bent forward he raised his head and looked at me. “You didn’t.”

I felt myself blush. First, I didn’t think he’d noticed, but more than that it was his blunt way of informing me that he had. “I did too! I’m wearing panties, just no bra.”

“Oh, well, too bad then. Are they wet?”

My mouth practically dropped open. “Matt! What a thing to ask!” I knew I must be bright red, which seemed odd; I sort of figured, given the fact that he’d just gushed buckets of cum into my mouth, that I should not be so easily embarrassed by just a few teasing words. I looked up at him from under my lashes, keeping my red face down. “And yes, they are. Sopping wet, actually.”

He chuckled. “I kinda figured. And by the way, I really like the bra-less look on you; very nice. I’d have said something sooner, but you distracted me.”

“Just get ready. Oh, and go commando at your own risk – I won’t promise to keep my hands out of your pants.”

He laughed. “So noted – and likewise, I might add. Now go away woman, and stop distracting me.”

I walked out to his living room and crossed into the family room, where I stood looking at his fish tank. He joined me in a matter of minutes, looking all hunky and virile in his rumpled shorts, the lightweight white linen shirt which stretched across his broad shoulders and thick pecs, and sandals; he grabbed us a couple bottles of water from his refrigerator, muttering something about needing to replenish his fluids, before we went out and climbed into his Jeep. As he backed out of his driveway and started up the street, I looked over and saw Ben at the side of our house, standing near a pile of clippings on the ground, his shirt soaked with sweat, holding a small pruning saw in his gloved right hand as he wiped his forehead with his left. When he saw us he waved by raising the saw above his shoulders.

Matt waved back, as did I, but I was suddenly very aware of the lingering taste of Matt’s cum in my mouth and the residual puffiness of my lips, and that my nipples were hard, my panties and my pussy hot and wet, and that my entire body still thrummed with arousal. I had taken the next step, against all of my instincts and better judgment, and I knew I was going to have to find a way to cope with the conflicts between what my conscience told me I should – or shouldn’t - be doing, and what my mind and body pushed me to do. The only thing I was certain of was that accomplishing that would not be easy thing to do.

Thank you!!! And why exactly will you be taking a longer-than-usual break from this? Another story you're working on? What's the link? Or did I misunderstand?

Thanks again!
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

That was one hell of a blow job!!


Stormy it's good to see you back, but I do hope you'll be able to resume this story before too long.

Thanks once again for taking the time and sharing "Laura's" story with us.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Hi stormy,

Watcher and the mrs. Thank you once again, the little woman woke me up this morning to tell me that you had added to your story. Very reminiscent of the happy early morning Christmas experiences we have all had...lol. Not a bad late birthday present either, how did you know!

As always great segment, we have all been waiting for that to happen and we were not disappointed. I could almost feel her mouth playing with my cock. I really could! Within seconds, the mrs.
Was demonstrating her version of the best blow job in the world.

Happy to hear your going back to the beach but we will miss this great story! Just love our interactions,..both of us.

Now if I could just find out what "muse" means.....ha ha. Have a great holiday we are going to waste a few boxes of ammo and blow up a few make shift targets that have already been punished enough.
watcherdoit4fun

Stormy,
Great to have you back! I will read which ever story you pursue.
JJ.

Storm

While I agree with your decision to complete "Adam's Journey" before you continue this story, I am going to miss this story.

As always, it was a great sex scene. You are the master. That said, I loved the dismisterance you are creating with Laura. This is a great story and you are a great writer.

Thank you

GH

cuckalicousr, thanks - and yes it is because of another story I'm working on, and have been for a few years now. It's the one called "Adam's Journey" here on this forum, which was previously called "Unwitting Cuck, Unwilling Bull" before I figured out how to change that awful title. For the last few months I've been trying to write both, but it's gotten to be too much, so this one is now on hiatus for awhile. It is my intent to come back and complete it if things go as planned. I feel like I owe "Laura" that - plus, I'm enjoying the challenge.

C-4-1 and jjthom, thanks. I appreciate your understanding and support.

watcher and the Mrs, thanks. Nothing like those early morning blowjobs to get the day started. I still remember my very first "real" bj, by a real girlfriend (who doesn't?). It was in the back seat of a '67 Chevy Impala at a drive-in movie, and the movie playing was Woodstock. Oddly, I don't remember much about the movie. Man, I really dated myself with that reference! Who ever heard of a movie you could drive in to??

Thanks GH. This story is going in directions I could not have predicted, but I'm trying to tell things as best I can. Good to know you're getting it!

To any other readers, thanks. This will be the last post before the intermission in this story, I don't know for how long. Thanks for your patience and understanding.
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We rode in silence for awhile as I put down the pangs of guilt – which were not, surprisingly, about my recent sexual interlude with Matt, but instead about going out joyriding with him while Ben slaved away in the yard. That gave me another odd change of paradigm to ponder. Eventually I shook it off and resolved to just enjoy the ride, since it had been Ben that had insisted he didn’t need my help.

Matt’s red Jeep was an older model, and like much in his life it seemed very austere, a basic no-luxury model made to be functional, a tool rather than an object of pleasure – nothing fancy or, for that matter, even especially comfortable. He had removed the canvas top some weeks ago, and the wind blew around us as we traveled, although the tall windshield kept it mostly out of our faces. The exterior looked as though it had whacked not only its fair share of bushes, but plenty of rocks, trees, and stumps as well, and it rode very harshly on a stiff suspension and oversized tires; the interior was the epitome of simple with vinyl bucket seats, no carpet, a basic radio with a single speaker, and a tall shifter that he rowed through the gears as we progressed across town. It was all very clean and neat, but very utilitarian – and very well-used.

Thinking about it, I realized that his home was much the same. Everything was functional, although undeniably of high quality, in a masculine, Swiss Army knife sort of way, with few nods to beauty, whimsy, or simple aesthetics. About the only thing I could think of that he seemed to own solely for beauty and enjoyment, that served no function other than as a source of pleasure, was his fish tank and its inhabitants. In fact, that one thing, his hobby on which he invested so much time and love, was extremely well done, a gorgeous piece of nature captured in glass, so perfect and natural looking that it drew you in and mesmerized you, as though you had the rare privilege of being a living piece of a rarely glimpsed part of our world. The tank itself was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, but the seascaping and the carefully selected community of living creatures is what really made it impressive. It almost seemed, when seen like that, to be the antithesis of an otherwise very simple lifestyle.

“Matt, did you design your fish tank yourself?”

He glanced at me and then returned his eyes to the road ahead. “The tank itself, or the layout?”

“Well, either, I guess.”

He smiled. “Actually, I did both. I designed the tank so that it would be unique and be exactly what I wanted, but I had it professionally built. Beyond that, everything you see – every rock, every grain of sand, each piece of coral or anemone or fish, snail, crustacean, everything – is what I picked out and set up. Why?”

“Well, it’s just so beautiful, so perfect. I wondered if you had it professionally done. “

“Nope, all me - which is why I’m so grateful to you for taking care of it for me. I could never trust it to someone that didn’t love it as much as I do.” He reached over and put his big hand on my thigh. It was a gesture of friendship, perhaps of gratitude, but in my state of heightened arousal it sent shocks through my body, and I glanced down to see if sparks were jumping off my skin; much to my surprise, there were none. I also became very aware of the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. About the time I was ready to grab his hand and move it up to where I really needed it, he moved it himself in order to downshift as we approached a red light. There was a definite catch in my breathing as I gasped for air.

He didn’t seem to notice. “I’m glad you’re coming with me today; I think you’re really going to love this shop, it’s great. It’s not the closest to home, but it always has the nicest stuff, and the guy that owns it is a real pro – and a good guy.”

“Where is it?” Making small talk with him seemed strange and a little strained, but necessary; the other alternative would have been to demand that he find a hotel, get a room, and fuck me until I ****** – which might not take all that long. I was a total basket case, aroused beyond anything I could remember, my body almost feverish with desire. Rather than addressing that issue, we talked about fish.

He told me where the shop was located, and he was right; it was not close to home. In fact, it was probably almost 25 miles away, clear across town. We talked as he drove, about this and that, but mostly about his passion for tropical saltwater fish and how he’d gotten involved in the hobby and developed his love of it. When that topic began to run dry we lapsed back into silence for a few moments. I looked at him as he drove, admiring his profile and feeling his magnetism, and pretty much acknowledged to myself that I would have stood little chance of resisting him in the long run, and that if he hadn’t made the first move I probably would have. Eventually.

He glanced at me and smiled, then looked back to the road. I reached over and put my hand on his leg, as he had done to me earlier. “Matt, did you enjoy that, at your house? Honestly, I mean.”

He gave me a look of incredulity, like perhaps he thought I was insane. “Are you kidding? It was amazing; couldn’t you tell?”

“Well, you seemed to really enjoy it, but I know you probably date a lot of women – younger women, I mean – and I just thought…”

He laughed and shook his head, putting his hand back on my leg before speaking. I was intensely aware of his fingertips caressing the inside of my thigh several inches above my knee. “You make me out to be some kind of playboy lady-*******er. Really I’m not, I’m just your basic average guy – and from my basic average guy perspective, let me assure you that was one of the all-time great blow-jobs.”

I laughed, blushing with both embarrassment and pleasure at his words, and he joined in before he went on. “Couldn’t you tell by how quickly it was over? I usually don’t have that problem.”

I looked at him from the corner of my eye. “Sure, that’s what they all say!”

He let out a sharp bark of surprised laughter. “Oh, listen to you! Now you’re going to bust my chops because you turned me into a minute man. I should have known. Really though, I do apologize; I usually don’t come that quickly. Honest, I don’t – although, on the bright side, at least I’m not blushing and saying ‘Gosh, that’s never happened to me before’ – better this problem than that one, I suppose.”

I smiled at him. “Definitely – oh and let me let you in on a little secret; for regular sex it’s a lot better if you don’t pop your cork quite so quick, but for oral most women really don’t mind if you get to the finish line a little faster, before our jaws start aching and our lips are raw. Not that I don’t thoroughly enjoy it, because I do, but really, it’s perfectly OK that you were a little quick on the trigger. Plus, we were kind of on a tight schedule, so it’s actually a good thing that Two-Minute Matt showed up and not that other guy you’re talking about.”

He winced. “Ouch! I don’t believe we’re going to put you in charge of nicknames.” He paused for a minute, absently rubbing his fingers very lightly up and down the inside of my thigh. He was driving me absolutely mad with arousal, and didn’t even seem to be aware he was doing it. When he had to shift gears again and had to move his hand I almost cried out in frustration. It was part relief, part *** when he stopped touching me, and I was torn about whether I should tell him to stop, or get on with it!

After shifting into fourth gear he put both hands on the wheel and looked at me sidelong for several seconds. “I’m glad we can talk and joke about all this Laura, it’s much less awkward that way. On that topic; are we going to do this, or are we going to continue to kid ourselves that we should stop?”

“Well, we should stop, but I guess we’ve proved that just because we should doesn’t mean that we will.” I hesitated, not sure how to answer, aware that my answer could very well change the course of my life, and his, and, unfairly, Ben’s as well. “I don’t know Matt, it’s just so hard! Whatever we do, Ben can never, ever find out about any of it. I love him so much and don’t want to hurt him, but…”

He shrugged. “No, I know, I don’t want to hurt him either. But I sure do enjoy you – you know, your company, being around you, and of course the other part is shaping up to be pretty damn good too. At least I think so.”

I smiled. “So do I. You’re a very attractive man Matt, sexually and otherwise. It doesn’t hurt that you have a great body and an amazing cock either, of course.”

He laughed. “Hey, those should have been my words – except the part about the cock I suppose, that would have been weird. But thanks Laura; I find you very sexy and beautiful too - as my physical response to you tends to demonstrate.”

I laughed. “Boy howdy, you can say that again! Seriously though, if Ben ever found out he would be devastated, I think. He’s sometimes a little bit insecure about sexual things anyway. If I know him – and I do – he would find it totally emasculating, and I don’t want him to ever have to feel that way.”

“We’ll just have to be very careful, and very discreet.”

“How, Matt? You’re gone most of the time he’s at work, except for usually one day per week, and when you’re home over weekends he’s off work too, so when will we find time to be together?” I shook my head. “Plus, we can’t keep using your house, it’s too close to home, and neighbors will notice. My house is off-limits; I can’t – or won’t - cheat on him in our own bed, and there’s always the chance he could come home unexpectedly. It happens sometimes.”

We rode in silence for a short distance when another thought occurred to me. “And what about Shari? That nosy bitch would just love to catch us doing this! She’s already jealous that you spend time with me instead of her. It just seems like it’s not meant to be, with all the problems and obstacles.”

He nodded. “Yeah, that Shari is a piece of work! I can’t imagine anyone spending time with her on purpose. Her husband seems like a pretty good guy though.”

“Yeah, Steve’s all right; it’s just Shari that’s a problem.”

“Laura, can I say something without you taking it the wrong way and getting upset?”

I looked at him warily; if Ben had used that opening gambit I would have probably had at least an inkling of where he was going with it. With Matt I was completely in the dark. “I don’t know that I can guarantee that, Matt. I guess you’ll just have to toss it out there and we’ll both find out the answer to your question at the same time.”

He chuckled. “I do admire your honesty and your wit. You’re a fascinating lady.” He paused, as if considering how to continue. “Look, the thing is this; before – even earlier today – your hesitation and concerns were matters of conscience, about whether it was morally and ethically acceptable to you to do what we’re talking about. You know, things like the implications an affair with me might have for your marriage and the guilt you would feel, and if you could even deal with it emotionally yourself. That wasn’t something I could really help you with or address for you, so I didn’t try; I let you deal with it yourself. What you’re talking about now is just logistics. You’re talking time and place, and maintaining secrecy. I can deal with the logistical issues; what I need to know is if that’s really where we’re at, you know what I mean?”

I was a little bit surprised to realize that he was right. In a few brief sentences he had summed up something I had not even fully recognized myself, and that was the huge change in my own thinking, my own perspective. He had also given me a push to carefully examine that change and be very sure it was what I really wanted before we went forward.

To my further surprise, I realized that it was exactly what I wanted. Matt had brought an element of excitement into what had been a fairly routine and sometimes boring existence, filling a need I hadn’t known I had, and I didn’t want to give that up - especially not so soon after I had found it! The sex – what little we’d had of it thus far – had been incredible, mind-blowing, but it wasn’t just that either. It’s not that I wasn’t happy in my marriage, because I was, and in any event I did not view Matt as an alternative to Ben. I thought of him as something I could maybe have in addition to Ben, foolish and selfish as that sounds, and in fact I could already see that his presence in and around my life had thus far enhanced my love life with my husband rather than subtracting from it.

Or at least that’s what I convinced myself of when I was with Matt, rather than laying awake in the middle of the night kicking myself and feeling like a worthless slut. In any event, my answer to him would have to wait, because we’d arrived at the fish store, a narrow storefront signed “Ryan’s Reef” over the entry, and Matt had parked and turned off the engine.

Stormy,
You and GH both have a way to bring the reader into your stories. The details describing Matts Jeep is a perfect example where you give the Jeep a permisterality. Your Characters are given that same detail so the reader wants to interact with these great people. The actions in the stories have the same attention to detail. I love your last six paragraphs. It reminds me of “Who Shot JR”. Now I have dated myself worse than your 67 Chevy, and most readers will not have a clue that means the cliff hanger of the seamister finally and waiting until next seamister to get the rest of the story. I only wish I had your talent however I will stay with my natural ability as a good reader.
Your efforts and time is greatly appreciated
JJ.

I have to agree with jj... as much as I love your detailed sex scenes, I too, found the details of the Jeep something that struck me as something special - something you wouldn't get from someone just concerned with telling juicy sex scenes.

Thanks for the info about Adam's Journey. I had certainly seen "Unwitting Cuck, Unwilling Bull" before, but hadn't given it much time because frankly I much prefer a story that isn't made up, and that one strikes me as very made up. However, I've started reading it and because you are so damn good at this, I'm now captivated. Now I have something to do while waiting for the next Laura's Story chapter! And, please, even if you ARE just making up the whole "this is from a woman who is emailing me her story" don't tell me! I want to believe this one is real!
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Poetic genius Stormy. If no one else is going to say it, I have to say that after you say you are going to put this on hold for a while until you can finish Adam's Story, which currently set on a boat, you then end this for the moment with :

".. we’d arrived at the fish store, a narrow storefront signed “Ryan’s Reef” over the entry, and Matt had parked and turned off the engine."

If it was deliberate, it was well thought through, if it wasn't it must have been subconcious thought.

Storm

This is turning into an outstanding description of how a woman might enter into an extramarital affair. I know your going to set it aside for awhile and I well understand your need to do that, but I will eagerly look forward to the time when you return to it. This really is an excellent story.

Thanks

GH