Warning, this story may contain material that some readers may find offensive. If you are under the age to read such material in your area proceed no further.

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Hi folks

Well at long last I have finished the next part to “Wife Swap” it has been a mammoth task this time, work taking its toll on many Real Estate agents and offices, some gone forever. That and the Christmas season plus it’s our summer as well. I trust everyone got what they wished for and Santa brought you all what you wanted.

I’m already working on another story which should not be far off publishing and an idea for a third which unfortunately can only appear on Asstr as its content deals with rape, anyhow hope all is well with my readers and fans and let’s see what 2009 brings us all

Warm regards

Lisa

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I crashed face down on the bed, buried my face in the pillow and pulled the sheets over me. I was almost over when I heard Steve calling my name. I croaked, “Up here honey…I’m in bed” I have no idea whether he heard me or not.

“God what a night” he said, “I’m fucked”

“Yeh me to honey…literally well and truly fucked” I replied, and then I must have gone out like a light. I never heard him say another word.

As I slowly came out of the depths of a deep sleep…I felt Steve’s hand running over the curved surface of my butt…at least I thought it was Steve…the sudden recall of last nights events returning to me. Had I gone back to my own bed, had Steve actually returned or was all that just a dream? No it was all true and it was Steve’s hand on my butt. I’d know that touch of his anywhere

“Oh god I can’t believe we did all that last night…it was just a dream, wasn’t it honey?” I said to him.

He gave a little chuckle. “No honey…it was all real…we actually did do all that” he said, his hand squeezing my buttock, then returning to stroking my butt. Followed by his tongue licking it and lips kissing it.

“Mmmm…. that feels so nice” I cooed.

“You still have the nicest ass of all of them” he replied.

“Oh you flatterer you” I said, then followed up “You have a hard on don’t you?” my eyes closed and head still buried in the pillow.

“Hmm of course, who wouldn’t have with an ass like that next to him?” still kissing my ass. This was a whole new meaning to the saying “Kiss my ass”

Just to prove he did have an erection he pressed it against me.

“Oh god…and what do you intend doing with it” I asked, already knowing the answer to that one.

“This” he said, sliding on top of me. I felt the fullness of his hard erection pressing against my ass and his hands on my breasts as he squeezed them.

“Oh god that ass of yours feels good against my dick” his knees now between my legs and forcing them apart. Before I could make any further smart-ass remarks, he was already pushing his cock between my legs “Oh…ahhhhhhh!” I cried as he thrust up and into me.

“God you feel big and hard this morning honey” the bed already creaking and mattress springing up and down as he thrust into me. He now had my full attention…no more sleepiness…I was wide-awake.

“Didn’t you get enough last night my sweet?” I asked.

“I can never get enough of you darling” he replied, his mouth now kissing my neck. I pushed my ass hard up against his stomach and thighs. I felt each and every inward thrust of his cock as he set up a nice gentle rhythm.

I was just getting settled and feeling good when he cried out “Oh god I’m cuming…I’m cuming” and then he did

 “I’ll get you something to eat…what would you like” he asked

“Perhaps a little more of what you just gave me sweetheart” laughing

“Later perhaps…but you must keep your strength up…you need feeding” he replied with a grin.

“I leave it up to the chef”

After Steve left for the kitchen, I took a shower, donned a pair of shorts and a top and set up our small table on the bedroom balcony…we quite often have breakfast there and on a nice day with the sun shining we can watch the world go by…well the neighbours go by actually. One such neighbour to pass as I sat waiting for Steve was Warwick who was out jogging…he came to a stop, jogging on the spot.

“Hi Laura darling…how are you…great night eh…didn’t get much sleep I bet…I couldn’t either just thinking about you…we’ll catch up later eh?” he said, then blew me a kiss and was on his way again.

I didn’t give you one last thought Warwick and slept real well, I thought to myself. Still I had a bad feeling about this guy…apart from the two of us fucking together I hadn’t given him any other encouragement that we were about to become close friends and bosom buddies. None of the others I’d fucked last night had reacted in this way…why him?

The breakfast or should I say brunch was great, Steve was pretty good in the kitchen when it came to food…I think I might just hold on to him for a while.

Sunday had been a good recovery day. Steve and I had spent the day together with no interruptions. I guess we both wanted to know what each of us thought about the previous evening, but neither of us was willing to bring up the subject. We’d both made the decision to join the “Wife Swap” club and neither of us thought is was worthy of any more discussion. Last night had been a little more hectic than we thought it was going to be. I’d enjoyed it more than I thought I would. It brought back memories of the times before Steve and I were married. It had been more Steve’s idea to marry and settle down…we had something special him and I. I’d moved in with him, we still did the scene thing, but I could tell he was tiring of the whole thing and when he asked me to marry him I thought it was a good idea…. after all I had to settle down sooner or later. Prior to moving here I’d had a good job that kept me busy…now I didn’t have a job and time to spare…time to sit around…meet up with some of the other wives, which had been good to start with, but after Saturday night…memories of the good old days came flooding back and I found my thoughts drifting to all that sex we used to have…suddenly I was feeling horny and feeling on heat. The slow burning embers had been rekindled and were starting to glow bigger and brighter. I think that is why I took to the whole scene quicker and easier than Steve…that first encounter with Rebecca and Andrew had been the start…it was akin to giving alcohol to an alcoholic after all these years…I needed it and needed it bad

I showered; maybe a good long shower would cool my ardour, but the shower didn’t seem to do the job. As the water cascaded over my body, I massaged my breasts and played with my nipples until they were hard, my finger/fingers were the male penis, any mans penis, even Warwick’s and I moaned and sighed at the feeling of enjoyment that my fingers gave me. Reluctantly I stepped from the shower, towelled my hair and body as I ran the towel over the bathroom mirror to dry it, the image of my naked body appeared before me. I posed provocatively, hand on hip, pouting lips, just as if I were enticing a man or indeed another female, running my hands over my naked form, cupping and squeezing my breasts making my nipples stand on end and moving my hand slowly down my body, over my belly, I watched in the mirror as my hand slid between my thighs, I parted my legs, felt the start of my slit and followed the lips, my finger slowly and deliberately pushing further and further inside my pussy. “Oh god that feels soooo good” I sighed, a surge of excitement surging through me I closed my eyes and screamed “Oh Warwick, Warwick…fuck me please fuck me” a moments of pleasure as my finger went deeper and deeper, then two fingers, I removed them, now wet with my own fluids, licking and sucking them. “God you’re a hot arsed little slut Laura” I said of myself, and slipped into a short bathrobe.

I brushed and ran my fingers through my long blond hair until it was dry, then feeling clean and smelling good, donned bra a pair of brief panties, a pair of jeans and a top, casual look and then made coffee and toast, I was just settling down to enjoy it when the phone rang.

“Hi Darling… its Rebecca here… how are you sweetheart… fully recovered yet?”

“Oh hi Rebecca… yes I am…it’s been quite some time since Steve and I did anything like that”

“And you both enjoyed it?”

“Yes… yes, Steve seems to have come round to it… slow start and all that”

“Oh good that’s just great…it’s not always as hectic as that… next one will be a little more sedate…. Look I’ve just finished a batch of fresh muffins and some hot coffee… I’d like to ask you a little favour honey… could you pop over and join me?”

“Yeh… sure, it sounds intriguing, what’s it all about?” I asked

“Tell you when you get here my love”

My toast and coffee were forgotten, coffee down the sink, toast in the kitchen bin…nothing beats Rebecca’s muffins. Some lipstick and eye shadow to help me look a little more presentable and I was off. As I walked to Rebecca’s I knew that it would finish up more than just coffee and muffins.

The front door was open and I rang the bell “Through here darling… in the kitchen”

The smell of freshly baked muffins and freshly brewed coffee permeated the house and filled my nostrils, triggering my appetite. I realized I was hungry.

“Oh darling… I’ve missed you so… I know I know it’s only been a day or so, but I have missed you…now come and sit down… have some coffee and a muffin and I’ll tell you all about the proposal” she took my hand, squeezed it tight and led me to the table.

It was vintage Rebecca, arms open wide. I fell into her arms and she hugged me tight, the type of hug that had a deeper meaning than just two friends greeting one another. It was lover-hugging lover. She held me close and tight, kissing me on the cheek.. As usual her muffins were a delight as was her coffee, she looked at me over the brim of her cup contemplating her next move. I took a generous bight at the muffin….delicious.

When we had both had our fill, she cleared the table and sat opposite me taking both my hands in hers.

“Now darling, what I’m about to ask you to do is a personal favour for me” she paused for effect. “As you are well aware, we had a little soiree the other night…which you quite enjoyed” squeezing my hands and giving me one of her dazzling smiles. “Well one couple that could not make it was Mayor Dunning and his wife….other commitments that night…so what I’d like is for you to couple up with the mayor for one evening, we already have someone for his wife… the mayor would be quite happy to come here and you and he can use that nice big bed upstairs… you know the one” again a squeeze of the hands and flashing smile “Of course it being the mayor we would ask complete discretion” before I could assure her she went on “But I already know you would be discrete darling”

I’d never actually met the mayor, I knew him by sight and photos in the press. He wasn’t bad looking, somewhat chubby, I doubted he did much exercise and would eat and drink quite a bit with all the functions he attended, he had a full head of hair that was starting to go grey.

“God what do I tell Steve, I mean this is outside the party time, he may not like it” I said. Thinking this might be a problem.

“Don’t worry about Steve, I’ve explained it all to him and he seemed happy enough…just as long as you were ok with it”

So they must have talked about this already, I suppose I’d be the last to know, and Steve was happy with all this…well… well.

“What would happen if I said no… I suppose I’d fall out of favour with you?”

“No not at all my love… I’ll always love you darling… if you say no, then we find someone else…it’s as simple as that”

Her dazzling smile and eyes are what got me, how could I refuse this woman anything, I was so keen to please her.

“Ok… ok I’ll do it” Wanting to keep favour with her, but secretly a little excited by it. Sex with the mayor…whow!

“Oh darling that is just great… I love you… I love you… I love you” letting the neighbours know….but by now it would all be common knowledge anyhow. She reached over, took my face in her hands and kissed me passionately on the lips, forcing her tongue inside my mouth. Before I could get my breath she had taken my hand as was dragging me upstairs to that big soft bed…perhaps drag is not the right word. I was as keen as she was to get my gear off for her.

“Here let me help you out of all those clothes darling” I didn’t think jeans and top was a lot of clothes.

I lifted my arms above my head as she tugged the top up and over, shaking head and running my hands through my hair.

I knew she was as excited about this as I was…her hands were shaking, as were mine. Touching my skin sent a delightful shudder through my body. With her hands on my waist, she held me at arms length. “Mmmmm those breasts of yours are far too beautiful to hide…here let me” she said, then drew me toward her, hands around my waist hugging me first then up my back. Being a woman she was expert at undoing bra’s….mind so are some men. I felt the tension give and my breasts spilled out. “There darling, that’s much, much better… now I can see them” she said, her hands touching and moving delicately over the now firm surface, finger and thumb gently tweaking my nipples.

Cupping my left breast she took it in her mouth, her tongue moving around the now nipple and areola. “Oh god!” I exclaimed, it felt wonderful, then she broke away, giggling. She was teasing and tantalizing me. Pushing me backward on to the bed, she quickly placed herself beside me, unbuckling the belt on my jeans and unzipping fly. With excited laughter she tugged and pulled the jeans from my body and with a victorious cry, swirled them around her head, then letting them go.

She was enjoying this; I could see lust and excitement in her eyes. I played the scene for her as I held my breasts and massaged them provocatively…two could play at this teasing game. I slid one hand down, over my stomach and under my panties, playing with my pussy…I wasn’t surprised to feel it was wet; Rebecca wasn’t the only one to be aroused.

“You hot little bitch…just you wait” said Rebecca.

“Oh yeah and what are you going to do?” I replied.

“Make you cry for more and beg for mercy”

“Mmmm sounds like fun darling” my reply and I pouted my lips…then blew her a kiss.

She didn’t rush things; she was going to make me wait. She undid each and every button on her blouse with slow deliberation. Pulling it open to reveal her own beautiful breasts, encased in black bra. Shrugging out of the blouse, she let it drop to the floor and then reached behind, releasing the strap, she discarded her bra the same way she had discarded my jeans. Now it was she who teased me by massaging her own breasts, squeezing them together. She took her skirt off in similar fashion, slow and deliberate…like a stripper in a nightclub…letting it drop to the floor. Keeping her eyes on me she eased her panties over her hips, slowly down to pussy level then stopped just short. “Would you like to see the rest darling” she asked with an impish smile.

“Yes…yes, let me see it all” my reply, heart thumping, excitement and anticipation building inside me.

Down they went, past her thighs, past her knees and around her ankles… she kicked them free and posed. One hand held high and the other on her hip “Da, da” she said.

She looked like a goddess…well to me she did. She always carefully shaved her pussy, leaving just a touch of pubic hair. I could see her slit vanishing between her legs…god she had me excited and most eager to go. She took a stride and placed herself at my feet, and then taking hold of my panties slowly pulled them off and casually discarded them. Now she had the full view of my naked body only my pussy was completely devoid of pubic hair.

Slowly she passed her hand over my wet pussy, feeling my womanhood she moved her hand very slowly over my moistness. Unhurriedly she felt her way around my moist vagina, parting the lips ever so gently, allowing her fingers a wider access to the insides of my loins. Her other hand moved over my breasts massaging them.

Rebecca closed her eyes and allowed the excitement to overflow in her insides. She moaned softly “Oh Laura…Laura I do so love you” she declared. Once my clit was hard Rebecca inserted her first two fingers in my pussy and then used her thumb to massage my protruding clit.

I arched my back and pushed upward, almost willing Rebecca’s fingers to go deeper. Her free hand was massaging my firm breasts and hardened nipples. My hand was around the wrist of the hand that was fingering my pussy and clit, pushing and working it.

“Please…please” I was begging as I worked her hand faster and faster. “Oh….oh….oh” I squeaked “I’m gona cum… I’m gona cum”

“Yes darling yes…go on cum…I want you to cum” said Rebecca

I could hold back no longer. For a moment I stopped everything and felt the orgasm hit like a tidal wave, that delightful feeling ripping through my body “Ohhhhhh…ohhhhh…ohhhhh” I cried and sank back into the soft mattress. I was aware of Rebecca’s mouth and tongue kissing, sucking and licking my pussy, my legs bent and wide apart. I massaged my own breasts as Rebecca suckled my cunt, feeding on my sweet honey. I was lost in a fog of euphoria…. again I came and again that delightful electric field through my body.

Rebecca now straddled my body; she was looking down at me, smiling, her hands massaging my breasts. I reached up and began to massage her breasts. Closing her eyes she let the moment and feelings of excitement fill her insides. She slowly moved her body upward, until her cunt was only inches from my face, I could clearly see her wet pussy, all pink and opened up. I moved closer toward it, with my hands firmly holding her butt I pulled that wet pink slit on to my mouth and hungrily fed upon it. It was her turn to moan, her turn to cum and my turn to feed upon her honey.

The morning had passed into early afternoon as we lay in each other’s arms, our hands gently stroking each other’s bodies.

“I really do have to go my love” I said to Rebecca, god now it was my love…no longer Rebecca…but my love.

“Mmmmm…I know my darling, as much as I’d love to stay here forever, we both have other things to do” then she gently kissed me full on the lips “And you’re alright with the mayor my sweet?”

“Yes…yes.. just let me know when and I’ll be here”

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I was still in a trance thinking how wonderful the morning had been, as the hot shards of water sprayed over my body as I stood in the shower.

I’d promised Steve a nice chicken salad and a fine bottle of wine when he got home that night. He’d had a long hard day. I wanted everything to be right for him when he eventually arrived home. The table was set, candles lit, and wine nicely chilled. I dressed in my sexiest of dresses, giving particular attention to my underwear. All black, short black cocktail dress, black underwear, stocking held up by suspenders. Steve liked that…funny how many other men liked that also. Right now he was in the shower, starting to relax.

The meal and wine were just perfect…the mood just right, but somehow I sensed there was something on Steve’s mind… I couldn’t put my finger on it… call it female intuition. When we went to bed the sex was great. Steve really enjoyed removing my clothes, one item at a time, staring bra…suspender belt, then panties…leaving black stockings to support themselves, he loved to fuck me whilst I still wore my stockings…something to do with the feel of the silk or nylon. I find quite a few guys enjoy it this way.

I didn’t know then, that there was a crack between Steve and I, soon that crack would start to open and become unrepairable. The downward slide had started.

As we lay next to each other I could feel a certain tension, in the end I asked the question.

“What’s up Steve…what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing…nothing’s on my mind…I’m fine really” trying to reassure me. I knew different, there was something and I really needed to find out what it was. I continued to press him until eventually he said.

“Well there is something…something I didn’t want to bring up” There was a pause. I waited for him to continue.

“There’s a rumour around work…you… you and Rebecca… is it true, you and she are having a lesbian relationship?”

So that was it… I knew there was something… and it had to come out sooner or later, I bet there were quite a few who couldn’t wait to start the gossip, after all Rebecca hadn’t very discrete the other night.

“Is it true?” he asked

There was no point in lying and trying to deny it, not now. “Yes… yes it is” my reply

“But it’s bi relationship… not lesbian”

“Oh and there’s a difference” he asked

“Yes there is… my preference is still for men… what happened between Rebecca and I just happened…you know what Rebecca is like… a very strong minded woman… it… it just seemed to happen”

“Oh so it’s all her fault is that it?”

“No, no that is not what I’m saying… I could have stopped it from happening, I chose not to”

“Did you enjoy it?” a pause… “Having sex with another woman”

Again I wasn’t going to lie.” Yes… yes I did”

“Huh…and you and the mayor…she tells me you and he are having it off at some time?”

“Yes, but she asked you before to see if it was ok with you… after all it’s just a continuation of Saturday night… you didn’t complain then when all those other guys got to fuck me… I didn’t hear any complaints when you were banging that busty red head, who I’m told you spent most of the night with?”

There was silence for a while as he mulled over the conversation so far.

“That was different… Saturday night was Saturday night, we were expected to mix and match… you certainly did”

“So how come you only fucking one or two women is different to me fucking with half a dozen men?”

“Yeah and the rest… it was more than half a dozen”

“So you were keeping score… a tally of the number of guys who fucked me is that it?”

“No…I’m not… I wasn’t… oh heck I don’t know it just doesn’t seem right… it’s this Rebecca, lesbian thing that’s got me. I didn’t realize you liked women?”

“Well if it’s any consolation, neither did I, Rebecca is my first and at this stage I have no desires to extend it” then added “Do you want to stop these wife swap parties Steve… because if you do… I’m more than happy to tell Rebecca we are resigning from them?” I was hoping like mad he was going to say no it’s ok, let’s continue. I held my breath while he considered it.

“No it’s ok…let’s continue…it’s just me… take no notice”

I let out a sigh of relief. The thing was I kind of had the feeling he wanted to continue banging the red head.

I turned on my side; Steve snuggled up behind me, arm around my waist, drew me close to him and cupped my breast.

“Sorry darling. Just me, take no notice”

“That’s ok my love… all is forgiven” I replied. He could not see the smile on my face.

As I slept my mind was filled with images. I was in a very large bed. Two men were sharing me. I was sucking on one cock whilst the other was fucking me from behind. It seemed so real, not a dream at all… then the faces came into focus. The guy’s cock that I was sucking was the mayor’s and the guy fucking me was Warwick.

God what was it with me and Warwick… I was having more and more dreams and fantasies about him.

The digits on the clock said six thirty. Steve was just stirring; I went to the toilet and had a pee. Then started to put on some jogging shorts and top.

“Hell what time is it…you’re up early” It was Steve.

“Going to have a jog…need to get some of the week-ends overindulgence out of the system… want to join me?”

“Oh god no” he replied, pushing his head further into the pillow.

“Put a fresh pot of coffee on before you leave honey”

“Will do” my reply.

I hadn’t gone too far, when I sensed, rather than heard another jogger coming up behind. It was kinda difficult to hear anyone when I had my iPod stuck in my ear.

I turned and saw Warwick closing up to me.

“Hi gorgeous… how are you this morning” he asked falling into stride beside me.

Taking the earpieces out my ears and turning off iPod “I’m fine Warwick… and yourself?”

“Was a good night on Saturday… wasn’t it?” he asked

“Yes… yes it was”

“Thought anymore about us?”

“Never gave you a second thought” I lied.

“You promised to think about it…tell me you did think about it.

“Well yes ok…I did think about it”

“And”

“Oh I don’t know Warwick, Steve and I are still together and I really don’t need any more complications… let’s just say I’m still thinking eh”

“Good, at least you haven’t said no…thinking I can live with” he smiled, then added “Give it time sweetheart… give it time… we’ll be together eventually, you’ll see” he was smiling and seemed quite confident about it all… did he know something I didn’t?

No more was said on the subject as we made our way around our jogging course. The estate backed on to a wooded reserve. There was a good track through the reserve, with plenty of vegetation either side. For some reason I wondered if Warwick had any ideas about dragging me in there and giving me one… or was that just wishful thinking. It wasn’t unknown for couples to use the area at night…great place to come for a fuck.

I found Warwick quite funny and charming as we jogged… I actually laughed at his jokes.

“Ha the ice maiden doth melt a little” he remarked.

“I’m not an ice maiden” I protested.

“An ice princess then” a cheeky grin on his face.

We continued to run through the wooded area, freely chatting to each other. I was starting to warm to this guy and at no time did he mention about him and I…perhaps the Ice Princess as he had called me was melting a little. When the path became narrow and only enough for one, he let me through first, not because he was a gentleman, but because he wanted to ogle my ass…after all he was a guy. The run was soon over and we were heading back into the “Close”. We parted outside our house. When we stopped I slumped forward, supporting myself hands on knees. I was now gasping for breath. It had been a few days since I’d done any jogging and it was telling, that and the weekend. I think it was the same for Warwick…only his manly ego wouldn’t allow it. Continuing to jog on the spot he asked.

“Going for a run again tomorrow princess”

“Yes…yes…same time” I gasped

“Great…see you then eh?” he replied, turned and was off.

I just managed to raise my arm and say wave him a goodbye.

By the time I was inside the house, I was getting my breath back.

Steve was in the kitchen, all showered, shaved and ready for work, coffee in hand and glancing through morning paper.

“God I’m pooped…I’ll need to get back in training again” I said to him.

“Yeah so I see…you and your boyfriend eh?”

Sorry…what boy friend are you referring to?” I asked, knowing full well who he was referring to.

“You and Warwick…you two seem to be an item…. going for runs together now are we?”

“For starters he’s not my boyfriend and it was he who caught up to me…I set off alone and if I remember rightly I asked if you wanted to join me…if it had all been prearranged why would I ask you along?”

“You knew damn well I wouldn’t go… never have, always done my training at the gym”

Which was true enough, he always did.

“So last night it was Rebecca and me and now its Warwick and me”

“Yeah well you spent quite a bit of time with him on Saturday night… more than any of the others… he seems to be hanging around you quite a bit”

“And that’s my fault is it?”

“I think perhaps you like the attention and you encourage him… yes I think you rather like him”

“As opposed to you liking the big titted red head is that it… you spent just as much time with her”

“That was Saturday night and yes I did like her and yes perhaps I did spend more time with her than any of the others”

“So it doesn’t compare with Warwick and me eh?” I replied. This was getting us nowhere “I’m going to take a shower” I added and then started peeling off my gear as I left.

I was annoyed with what Steve had said. Last night had been the same, it was as if he were really pushing, spoiling for an argument, we’d never been like that with each other before. It all started with this wife swap thing, but why, it had been him who seemed to be the keen one at the beginning, once he had sown the idea in my mind it became me who was the keen one, he’d been reluctant to do anything with Rebecca that first evening, whereas I’d been more than keen to get it off with Andrew, Rebecca’s husband. Something didn’t make sense though, on the Saturday night, what I had observed of Steve he seemed quite taken with the whole idea, had joined in and especially with the big boobed redhead. He was calling me for spending time with Warwick, but he was quite taken with her. Oh to hell with him, if he wanted to sulk… let him.

Stepping from the shower and feeling fresh and alive, once more I cleared the steamed up mirror and viewed my naked body, gently running my hands over it, naughty sensuous thoughts running through my mind…would it be Rebecca or Warwick I would imagine touching me, fondling me… Warwick…if only to piss Steve off, my hands were his hands… my finger his penis as it worked its way inside my vagina. I was starting to get myself all worked up, my pussy all wet and pink, I stopped, finished drying off and donned the short robe, hanging on the bathroom door. Now the robe was very short, just able to hide my pussy and showing a little of my butt, it left nothing to the imagination… it goes without saying it was a favourite with Steve… I always wore it when he was around, but when I got to the kitchen he had gone… left for work?

The coffee pot was empty… drained. “Thanks Steve” I thought to myself as I refilled it and put two pieces of toast on.

God what’s with that guy? I thought he was in full favour in what we were doing.

I jumped as the toaster pinged out my toast. Toast buttered and coffee poured, I sat down to scan the morning press and enjoy my breakfast when the phone rang.

“Hello darling…it’s Rebecca… you alright my love?”

“Yes…yes just fine”

“You sound a little…well a little peaky… you feeling ok?”

I told her all about Steve and I and how he felt about Her and my relationship.

Hmmm didn’t take it too well eh?”

“I don’t know, seemed ok with it last night but still on about it this morning… now thinks I’ve got this thing about Warwick”

“And have you got a thing about Warwick?”

“No…no I haven’t” I replied. There was a pause.

“You sure… because I think otherwise my love… well I sense otherwise”

“Well maybe a little, but nothing serious, we all have some fantasies and Warwick is good company… we went for a run together this morning”

“Oh… I see”

I could just imagine what oh I see meant to her….but she didn’t see…it just happened that’s all.

“Besides I think Steve has this thing for the big boobed redhead”

“You mean Warwicks wife?”

Now this stunned me, I couldn’t speak for a moment or two. The redhead was actually Warwick’s wife… well… well… well. You learn something every day. I felt sure Steve already knew this and was Warwick keeping something from me?

“Well I didn’t know that… do you think he has something going with her… he’s certainly been acting strange recently”

“I don’t know darling… I do know Warwick and her haven’t exactly been seeing eye to eye for a while and Angela’s been on the look out for a new… how shall we say… boyfriend”

Well that would explain quite a bit… Warwick’s interest in me… was he looking for a new girlfriend?

“Anyhow my love I was really ringing to tell you it’s all on for tonight… is that alright with you?”

The mayor… oh god yes the mayor… how could I forget? My mind raced, trying to think if there was any reason I should or could not make it. No way could I put the mayor off and no way I could let Rebecca down.

“Sure… yes… yes no problem” I replied.

“Oh good… he’s most eager to meet you… quite excited actually. How about you get here around seven…drinks first… eat at eight and then… well we’ll leave that up to you and the mayor after that… Andrew and I will just leave you to it…and darling wear something sexy… both under and over… get him all worked up and feeling horny eh?”

“Yes ok I have both a red and a black number cocktail dress… also black underwear or red with black lace trim”

“Hmmm perhaps the red dress with the red and black trim underwear… sounds just what he’d like…see you at seven eh?”

“Yes… yes seven it is” I replied, and then she hung up.

Oh god, now I had to ring and tell Steve, this was not going to go down well, on top of everything else. Was there something more to Warwick’s wife and Steve? Seemed odd neither had said anything.

“Hi love” I began “You know that thing I said I’d do…you know with the mayor… well Rebecca just phoned it’s tonight” I waited for the tirade of words to follow.

After a moment he replied quite calmly “You mean the night the mayor gets to fuck you…that evening?”

“Yes… yes that evening is tonight” again I waited “I can put something together for you… for when you get home” I replied.

“No honey… no don’t bother, as it happens I’m going to be working late… I’ll just grab something when I leave work… you have a good night and I’ll see you when you get home” he said “Whenever that is” he added.

I looked at the phone, which had gone dead. I could not believe he’d been so calm, he had to be up to something. He was using my night with the mayor as an opportunity… and opportunity for what? To meet up with Warwick’s wife?

Well I had all day to prepare for tonight and our esteemed mayor…I must admit meeting up with one of our city leaders was a bit daunting. Whilst I wasn’t too anxious at present, as the time got nearer, my nervousness would increase. I fluttered around the house, not bothering to dress…the short hemmed robe made me feel sexy and sensuous and I wanted to carry that feeling into my meeting with the mayor.

I laid everything I was going to wear that night out on the bed… I didn’t want a last minute panic. It was going to be a red evening, well as far as my dressing was concerned. The red dress… mmm that would cling to my body and show its contours, plus plunging neckline, along with black lace trimmed bra to hold my breasts would give plenty of cleavage…I’m sure I already knew where his eyes would be. I smiled and gave a little chuckle.

The time seemed to tick by slowly and the nearer it got to the time my nerves started to kick in. I thought perhaps Steve would phone to see how I was but nothing. When the phone did ring it wasn’t Steve but Warwick.

“Hi darling…are you missing me?” he asked

“No…why, should I be?”

“Oh now that hurts…really, really hurts…if you missed me as much as I miss you… you’d know how it feels”

I thought it a good time to make a reference to his wife.

“What about you’re wife…. Don’t you miss her… or indeed she you?”

There was silence on the line, then “We won’t go down that path my love… we… we don’t get on anymore… oh it’s very convenient to live together but that’s it… she goes her way and I go mine”

“She got a boyfriend?” I asked

There was more silence then “Yes as a matter of fact she does… why do you ask?”

“Oh no special reason” I replied then added “Do you know who he is?”

Again a long silence then “As a matter of fact I do”

“And who is it?”

“Look what’s with this twenty questions…who it is has nothing to do with you… it’s irrelevant and I have no intention of saying”

“You sure about that… it has nothing to do with me?”

“Yes I am…now let’s drop it…ok”

“Yes fine” my reply.

“Now I’m more interested in you and I… I believe I heard Steve saying he was working late tonight… thought you might like a little company for a while”

“Like long enough to fuck me…would that be long enough for you”

“Shit you’re direct and straight to the point aren’t you”

“Well I know you and what you’re thinking”

“Well you’d be wrong…ok maybe I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to fuck you, but I meant what I said I do love you and I’m going to do everything in my power to make you mine… I think you are waisted on Steve”

Now why would he think that I wondered… he knew more than he was saying? I just knew it.

“Anyhow I can’t tonight I have a dinner date with Rebecca and Andrew”

“And who else, there has to be a fourth person… another male… yes?”

“Yes… and like you I’m not saying who” there was a pause, I added “See you in the morning for our run Warwick… thanks for calling… but I must go” then hung up.

My mind was spinning… his wife’s new boyfriend/lover just had to be Steve… I just knew it… felt it. He was holding back from me, out of what, loyalty to Steve or was this a male/male thing. I wanted my mind set to be right for the evening. I ran a bath, put in lots of scented water and bubbles, dropped the bathrobe…. which had done little to hide my nakedness and slid into the warm soothing suds. Mmmmm that felt oh so good. I even sipped a glass of wine or two. I let the fragrance of the water soak into every pore of my body before drying off.

I slowly and deliberately put each undergarment on, until I was satisfied that they all looked good. Bra, panties, black stocking and suspender belt, mustn’t forget suspender belt. I posed in front of the mirror; hand on hip, hands on hips, pouting lips the whole ten yards. If my body and dress didn’t get him excited then nothing would… make up, not over done, lipstick and gloss… no smears, then carefully stepped into my dress, zipping it up. No doubt he would delight in unzipping it and then the rest of the wrapping that I had so carefully put on. Hair brushed and some matching earrings… diamond studded of course… I wanted to sparkle for the mayor. I was almost ready to go… the girl in red. A discrete dab of perfume for fragrance and I was set.

As the clock neared time… I rang Steve at the office, but no reply… he must have left and gone… gone where I wondered?

The house seemed strangely quiet as I wandered through it. I slipped on my red shoes and shut the door behind me. As I walked toward Rebecca’s I had the strangest feeling I was being watched, careful scrutiny of the neighbourhood revealed nothing.

“Oh darling you look absolutely stunning” was the greeting I received as Rebecca ushered me in. She also looked terrific, her darker skin and colouring accentuated by the white dress she was wearing. Andrew was looking real dapper and handsome in formal dress.

“I believe the mayor is on his way…just rang, running a little late…let’s have a wine before he arrives eh?”

I was nervous…more nervous than I thought I would be. “Relax honey…he’s just a guy like any other guy… he doesn’t have two dicks or anything like that” “At least I don’t think he has” Rebecca added.

I almost jumped out of my skin when the doorbell rang… now my heart really started to pound.

His face was beaming and his handshake firm as Rebecca introduced us. He was more or less as his pictures in the papers and on TV… perhaps a little more beefy… but I always thought a person was different in person than on TV. He had all his hair, now salt and pepper, taller than I’d expected and this tended to reduce his girth. It was obvious that the good living was having an effect of his physique… regular work out’s at the gym wouldn’t do him any harm.

“Well I must say you are even better than Rebecca described… you look… well you look absolutely stunning Laura”

I felt my cheeks burn and blush at his remarks. I rewarded him with a warm smile and a thank you. Rebecca looking very pleased with herself.

After Rebecca had done the introductions. Mayor Dunning insisted I call him Bob and he would call me Laura… “Please no formalities eh?” He’d said.

We spent a pleasant half hour or so, sitting sipping our drinks… wine for the ladies and fine malt for the men. Sitting next to Bob on the two seater couch, as we chatted his hand was resting gently on my thigh, not moving or doing anything inappropriate, just resting there. I felt rather than saw his eyes coming to focus upon my breasts. Andrew and Rebecca sitting opposite were in an ideal position to observe his actions.

“If you’d like to be seated I’ll serve” Rebecca eventually said.

Naturally I sat next to Bob and opposite sat Andrew and Rebecca.

As always Rebecca had done well… was there anything that this woman could not do. We were down to the sweet, cheesecake, for which I had a weakness.

Bob’s hand fell on my leg, this time he started to rub it up and down, slowly working up my thigh and as he did so pushed the hem of my dress up a little further each time. When he felt the top of my stocking meet bare flesh his hand stopped, lingered and slowly massaged that area, before moving further up, groping under my panties and searching for my pussy.

We were getting nearer the time when the mayor (Bob) and I would be parting company from Andrew and Rebecca… the big bed upstairs was starting to call out.

“Rebecca tells me your married Laura?” His finger now having located my pussy.

“Yes…yes I am” I replied, but he would or should have known that, after all this was all part of the wife swap club.

“Does your husband know you’re here tonight?” Finger now running over my pussy lips

“Yes of course he does”

“And he doesn’t mind?” Finger now just inside pussy lips

“No…no of course not” I replied. I could see Rebecca and Andrew were getting somewhat edgy at the questions.

“Well more fool him…I wouldn’t let such a gorgeous creature loose and out of my sight” Pussy now becoming rather wet.

“Well I thinks it’s time Andrew and I retired and left you two love birds to do whatever love birds do” said Rebecca, not wanting the conversation to go on and have to answer too many awkward questions.

“You can use the bedroom at the top of the stairs” she said, rising and starting to gather up the dishes, as did Andrew.

It was the invitation that the mayor had been waiting for all night…I’m sure he would have been just as happy to have skipped the meal and gone straight upstairs and fucked all night… for him this was just waisted time.

But ever the diplomat, he’d patiently played the waiting game. As Rebecca and Andrew rose, so like wise did he and I. I ran my hands down my thighs and straightened my dress.

“Look I’d like to thank you both” said the mayor, referring to Rebecca and Andrew. “One for an excellent meal” then sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me tight added “And for introducing me to this gorgeous creature” he kissed the top on my head “I’m sure tonight is going to be just perfect”

“I’m sure it is Robert… I’m sure it is” Rebecca’s words as Bob turned and guided me toward the bedroom.

Rebecca had the room set just right, lights low with warm red glow…appropriate colour perhaps…pillows and cushions scattered on bed. I had to smile a little when I saw the assorted coloured condoms on the bedside table. Bob followed my line of sight, smiled also and said. “Do you think we can use all them” “We can give it a good go” my reply.

He first discarded his jacket. Even without it he still looked the businessman…the mayor…dark trousers and crisp white shirt…then the bow tie, undoing the top two buttons. I guess he was giving everyone the impression he was out on official business.

Slipping his arms around my waist he drew and held me tight, taking a deep breath and capturing the fragrance from my body and perfume.

“Mmmmm you smell nice as well as looking gorgeous,” he said. I put my arms around his ample girth and likewise held him close. His hands slipping to my ass, squeezing the firm but soft flesh. The erection he harboured within his trousers had not gone unnoticed as he deliberately rubbed it against me. He smiled, watching the expression on my face as he slowly gyrated. “Does madam approve” he asked.

I reached for his crotch and felt the hardness and size through the fabric. “Mmmm oh yes madam does approve” I replied; now working the hard shaft. “Oh god” he replied, eyes closed as my hand slowly masturbated him.

All this action was stimulating, exciting him as he pushed me away.

“Here let me get the wrapping off” he said, excitement in his voice.

I turned around presenting the back of my dress for him, lifted my hair clear, revealing the zip. His hands shook, which surprised me, I thought a man like the mayor would be real cool and calm…but I sensed a nervousness in him. He had no problem with the zip, then taking the shoulder straps, slipped them over my shoulders. Before the dress had time to reach the floor his hands had reached for my breasts. Squeezing, massaging and kneading them, hot breath on my neck as he kissed it, biting it like some vampire again and again… tomorrow there would be a mark, evidence of tonight’s passion. The biting brought a joyous tingle to my body. He pressed and gyrated against my butt.

“Oh god that feels so good” He said pushing harder and harder. “Do you take it up the ass my love?” he added. The question took me by surprise, everything about the mayor was surprising “If you want to… yes” I replied.

Continuing to lick my ear he whispered “Oh god yes… yes I want to… very much indeed” his voice filled with emotion and lust. The request didn’t come as any surprise. I’d been asked the same question many times before…. Some never even asked.

His fingers worked on my bra strap releasing my breasts, his hands felt hot and sweaty as he cupped, squeezed and massaged. Finger and thumb tweaking my nipple, a tingling sensation rippling through my body, my nipple becoming hard…tits firm.

He buried his face in my hair, I heard him breath in deeply. “Mmmmm you smell good” he whispered. I closed my eyes and wallowed in the euphoric feeling that came when he began to bight of my neck. “Oh my god Bob” I sighed.

My panties were being slowly and deliberately pulled down, from my waist, over my hips and down around my thighs. I loved the erotic feeling I got from having my panties removed for me…revealing my pussy… it was a prelude, an expectation to things that were about to happen. I was wet and ready for him. Bra and panties lay side by side on the floor…along with my red dress.

He turned me around and held me at arms length. His eyes slowly raking my body, taking in every curve and crevice…they were filled with lust and desire, after his eyes had pillaged and had their fill, his hands took the same path, gently touching cupping and squeezing my breasts and nipples accompanied by sighs and grunts as they worked their way down. “Oh yes…oh my god yes” on to my waist, around to my buttocks, touching and feeling the contours, a moment of touchy, feely then on between my thighs. I parted my legs sufficiently to give him access, his finger gently tracing my pussy lips. His finger dipped part way inside, coating it with my warm pussy juice. I was hot for him and getting hotter by the minute.

“Beautiful…just beautiful” he murmured. “Lie on the bed my love…while I undress…then we will be together”

I lay propped on my elbows, one leg bent at the knee, with the other fully stretched toward the bottom of the bed. I was posing for him. I spread my legs just enough for him to see the slit. The slit he would soon be plundering, his eyes never wavered from that area, I could see the bulge in his trousers caused by the large erection he now had.

He did not seem to be in any hurry as he slowly and deliberately undressed…piece by piece he shrugged out of each garment, letting them fall and mingle with my own discarded pieces of clothing. I was confronted with his naked body, not an inspiring sight…tubby and flabby best describes it. The lack of exercise and good living had helped him put on the weight… but there was nothing wrong down there… a good seven plus inches, his hand working it pumping it up as he strode toward me.

“I think we are both going to enjoy this my love” he said with a smile… “Come on open up those beautiful legs of yours and let me put it inside you eh?”

I could think of nothing better right now as I drew up my knees and spread my legs as far as I could get them.

“Oh yes my dear… now that is beautiful” pushing his finger in first. I flung backwards on to the soft mattress and let out a satisfied sigh “Ohhhhh god yes” my response as he slid his finger in and out, finger and thumb playing with my clit.

“Hmmm that is one wet pussy sweetheart, Rebecca said you were a real hot piece of ass” He prised my legs further apart and I felt the fullness of his hard manhood as he entered, a gasp escaping from my mouth as he did so. His hips were in full swing, back and forth making his hard cock thrust deep inside. With his hands on my knees, both for support and to keep my legs apart, he watched his hard shaft as it thrust back and forth, now wet with my pussy juice, seeing the lips of my vagina spread open by the girth of his hard penis excites him, for a moment or two he closes his eyes and takes the vision deep into the recesses of his mind, the expression of profound satisfaction showing on his face.

“Oh god yeah…yeah…yeah” he murmurs. His eyes now open and his vision slowly moving up my body. His hips continuing to sway, fuck, fuck, fuck. The sight of my naked breasts further excites him, his hands holding, kneading them “Oh god…oh my god” he murmurs as he continues to thrust into me. Now lying on top of me, I feel the full weight of his body, his face close, so close to mine. He smiles then kisses my lips, the kiss gradually becoming more and more passionate, our tongues competing with each other, my own desires and lusts rising. I hear a voice shouting. “Yes…oh yes, fuck me…fuck me…harder…harder” The voice is mine. The pace picks up, faster and faster.

“Yes baby…yes…oh baby yes” he shouts, “I’m getting the feeling…. I’m getting the feeling…I’m gona cum…I’m gona cum” It’s too intense for him, he can hold back no longer and with one final thrust he cums.

“Oh god…oh god” he sighs as the moment comes and feeling passes through his body.

Panting gasping for air and pulse still racing, he withdraws and lies beside me, was this the way he got his exercise…screwing women?

It was too much to hope that this was it that it was now all over; this was but the prelude the appetiser for the rest of the evening.

I lay looking at the ceiling and heard his breathing slow and become steady once again. I could feel the warmth of his body next to mine. He reached out and took my hand, holding and squeezing it.

As we lay there we talked. Talked about nothing in particular. He told me about his job and the stresses of running a big city and that what we were doing tonight helped him relax a little, forget about his and the cities problems.

I sensed rather than saw his other hand on his penis, working it up, making it grow bigger and fatter. Then taking my hand he placed it on the erection he now had and turned on his side toward me as he did so I continued to play with and masturbate the warm hard shaft.

I felt his body shudder with excitement. “God Rebecca was so right…you are so beautiful” he said brushing my hair from my face. “Go down on me honey…suck my cock” he said, rolling on his back in anticipation.

His cock was in full bloom, hard and thick as my mouth covered its surface, taking as much as I could and almost choking as it reached the back of my throat. Up and down the shaft, again and again. I listened to his sighs and moans “Oh baby yes…oh god that feels so good” My hands gently play and fondle his balls. I put one in my mouth and suckle upon it before returning my attention back to his cock. My jaw starts to ache and I decide its time to put his manhood inside me. I straddle his body, hold the hard erection in my hand and lower myself upon it and then proceed to bounce up and down.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck” his response. His hands reaching for my breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. There was to be no quick end, no ejaculating, he was now in total charge of the situation and he wanted the moment and feeling to last forever.

Then the moment arrived. “Roll on your stomach my dear” he said. I recalled the question earlier “Do you take it up the ass” was this it.

With my head down hard against bedcover and my ass sticking upward and legs slightly apart, he spat on his finger and inserted it into my ass. Well there was my answer, he repeated it a second time, he rubbed himself, making his shaft hard again, then spat and rubbed the spittle on his erection. His cock was pressed against my asshole and I cried out as he started to push inward. God it hurt. “Relax…relax” he said and he tried again…I grimaced and bit my bottom lip…but little by little, my ass surrendered to his advancing cock, until it was totally buried well inside my tight warm velvet tunnel.

“Oh…god…that is so nice and tight,” he hissed, his hips swaying and settling into a steady rhythm. The more he fucked the easier it became, my ass now becoming accustomed to its new size. Then it was all over, a couple of final thrusts and he was cuming.

This wasn’t the final act of the evening; there was at least another session before he called it a night. My time with the mayor now at an end.

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Andrew walked me home…it was three am and I was glad he only gave me a peck on the cheek, told me I’d done a great job and then bid me goodnight. Standing with my ass against the wall and my pants around my thighs while he fucked me was not what I wanted right then. All the lights were out which meant Steve was in bed fast asleep. I quietly opened the front door, removed my high heels and tip toed around the house. There was an eeriness about it. The streetlights cast enough glow for me to see, when I reached the bedroom the bed was empty…no Steve, panic. Where the hell was he, had anything happened to him. I rang his cell phone… no answer, just his voice mail. I left a message for him to ring me as soon as. Then I rang his office, again no reply. I stripped of all my clothing. Red dress, bra, nickers, suspender belt and stockings…throwing underwear into laundry basket, like me they had the smell of male upon them a mixture of cum, body deodorant and aftershave. I stood under the hot cascading water letting soap and water cleanse my body… I douched my pussy… making sure all of Bobs cum was eradicated. I felt clean and fresh again. The purple bight marks were already forming on my neck where Bob had made a meal of me…god what a mess… I was going to have to use quite a bit of make up to hide them all…animal.

I tried Steve’s cell phone once again… no response. The cool crisp sheets felt good as I crawled naked between them… within minutes I was asleep.

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Bright light was shining in my eyes… it was the suns rays as it poured into the bedroom…my phone was screeching on the bedside table… reluctantly I reached out for it… the screen read Steve.

My voice heavy with sleep I said “Hi Steve…where are you?”

“Hi honey…sorry did I wake you”

“Mmm yes but that’s ok…I was worried about you… you OK… never came home last night”

“Well me and a few of the guys at the bar….”

“What bar?” I interrupted.

“Skydivers Bar on Dunbar Avenue…I went with a couple of guys from work when I finished up here… didn’t think you’d mind seeing as you were” He hesitated for a moment. “Kinda tied up for the evening” “and most of the night, going by the time you sent your message” he added. I didn’t want to get drawn into an argument…I let that part ride.

“I tried to phone you…let you know what was going on…but you weren’t answering your phone… having too good a time eh?” another attempt at bating me, no reply from me.

“Yeah I was…how about you?” retaliation

“I told you I was playing cards till the early hours…got a little pissed, decided it was safer to stop at Charlies than risk driving home…he put me up for the night”

A woman’s voice in the background. “And the woman is?” I ask

“Oh er… that’s Charlies wife…wants to know what I want for breakfast…look honey I’ve got to go…I’ll see you tonight…unless you’ve got someone else to fuck that is?”

“Yeh… see you tonight Steve” I said and slammed the phone down, now I had a headache.

First I needed a pee, then I splashed water… cold on my face, god I looked a mess; a run, I needed a run.

I set out on my usual course up the hill to the reserve and a jog around the reserve first and through the bush. There was a familiar thud, thud, thud of pounding feet behind me and sure enough when I turned it was Warwick and that grin of his.

“Hi there gorgeous, great minds think a like” he said as he pulled up along side

I felt like saying “Fools seldom differ” but left it.

“Hi Warwick do you make a habit of following me each morning?”

“Heh don’t blame me if I just happen to take a run at the same time as you”

“Yeah funny that” I replied “You just like perving my ass”

“Yeah that as well…after all it is a nice ass” taking a sidewise backward glance at the same time “Yeah a very nice ass” he added.

“So did the mayor get a piece of that ass last night?”

The question took me by surprise, although it shouldn’t have after all Steve could have said something…maybe Rebecca or Andrew… but they had asked for discretion, so I doubt they would have said anything.

“Who said I was with the Mayor?”

“Don’t take a brain surgeon my love…. mayors car parked outside… You. Rebecca and Andrew having a nice meal, mayor’s car leaves early hours of the morning… I hardly think he was screwing Rebecca and certainly not Andrew… hell he wasn’t screwing Andrew was he?”

“No he wasn’t”

“But he was fucking you wasn’t he… I mean Steve wasn’t there so it could only leave one possibility…. You”

I told him the reasoning behind the meet.

“And you believe all that crap do you?”

“Yes why shouldn’t I?”

“You really don’t know what you’re involved with do you?” a wry smile on his face.

“What do you mean?” I asked

Continuing to smile he replied “Not my place to tell you… but you will find out or be told one day”

Badgering him for an answer wasn’t getting me anywhere I gave up. A change of tactic; time for a little bluff of my own.

“How did Steve and your wife Angela get on last night?” I’d hit the mark.

“How did you know about them… did Steve tell you?”

“No… you just did”

“Shit”

“So he wasn’t playing cards all night with his mates eh… he was fucking Angela eh?”

“Well I guess so…said she was going out for the night…didn’t return…knew you were screwing the mayor…guessed Steve seized the opportunity and they found a motel for the night”

“And you’re OK with that?” I asked

“I really don’t care anymore… I’ve found someone else myself anyway”

“Oh and who might that be” I asked, waiting the inevitable answer.

“You… I’ve found you”

“God you never give up do you…I’ve told you it’s never going to happen Warwick… never”

“You think not… well we’ll see sweetheart… we’ll see” a smile of confidence on his face. It was that smile that always had me worried…and what would I find out later…just what was I into?

“See you again tomorrow my love, same time, same place eh?”

I replied, “I might make a change of plan?”

“OK… whatever” then took off leaving me panting, sweating and ready for the shower.

Steve had left no messages and the house seamed still, quiet and eerie. The shower felt good… needles of hot water stung my aching body. There was bruising around my thighs and legs, red hand marks on my bum where Bob had repeatedly slapped my ass as he thrust himself inside me, time and time again… thrust… thrust… thrust, uh… uh… uh, slap…. slap… slap like some jockey coaxing his horse to the winning post. And my neck, well the least said about that, yes overall my body was a mess. I wouldn’t have to tell Steve how the night went…he’d know as soon as he saw my the marks left by Bob the Mayor.

Shampoo and body wash. I wanted the odours to penetrate every pore of my body. The froth and foam mixed with the hot water and I watched as it ran from my body and slowly disappeared down the plughole. I pulled my pussy lips apart and inserted my fingers, oh the sensuous erotic feeling I received as I douched my interior. Now feeling warm and refreshed I stepped from the shower. Vigorously rubbing the towel over my body and hair… god I was feeling horny again. I dried the mirror with the towel and admired the reflection. “You sexy whore of a bitch” I said to it “You just love being fucked don’t you?” my hands cupping and massaging my breasts… teasing my nipples… one hand slowly snaking its way down my body. I touched the edge of my slit and followed its path between my legs. “Oh god yes… yes” the image said as it parted its legs for the hand… fingers became a penis and thrust inside my pussy. “Oh yes… yes… yes” the image screamed, a scream of such magnitude it would be heard throughout the house. The fingers were working deep and furiously the image kept yelling a name… a name I knew well “Oh god Warwick…Warwick…fuck me…. fuck me…fuck me” The fingers continued to work, the image continued to yell and convulse until the orgasm hit, for a moment my body went stiff as the feeling of euphoria rippled through my body, then limp and I collapsed against the wall. “Oh god…oh shit” I panted, my heart still racing. I looked into the mirror. “Laura Bingham (maiden name) you really are a slut and a whore aren’t you…you’ll never change will you?” I said to the reflection. The reflection replied “No…never” and winked.

I plucked the terry towel bathrobe from the back of the door. I smiled an impish smile. It was short, in fact very short; it barely covered my ass and pussy. It was one Steve loved to see me in…it really was a cock teaser…seeing but not quite seeing my pussy and ass.

In the kitchen I put on a pot of coffee and two slices of bread into the toaster as I waited my thoughts were on what I had just done and who I had imagined doing it with…Warwick…why Warwick? He was occupying more and more of my thoughts and fantasies these days. God he seamed so smug and confident I was going to be his one-day and here I was having sexual fantasies about him. The aroma of coffee filled my nostrils and the toaster pinged. I buttered the toast and had just sat down, when the doorbell rang.

“Shit…who the hell is that?” Making my way to open the door. I’d totally forgot my short robe and my half nakedness. When I opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes, for a moment I was speechless…it was Warwick and it had not gone unnoticed to him I was standing half dressed, the bathrobe doing little to cover my naked body…leaving nothing to his imagination.

“Whow! Now that’s how I like to be greeted in the morning…mmmm that coffee sure smells good…yes I’ll have a cup” he said all in one breathe and pushed past me.

“Oh yeh do come in…please…just make yourself at home, won’t you” I said as I closed the door behind us.

By the time I’d caught up with him in the kitchen he was already chomping on a piece of my toast.

“Would you like coffee with that?” I asked.

“That would be great…thanks” he replied. Taking another bight out of the toast.

I turned and reached over the bench for a coffee mug, as I did so the hem of the bathrobe rode up also, revealing my bare ass. There was a scrape of chair as Warwick pushed it back and made a grab for me…flinging his arms around my waist.

“God you’re a horny fucking little bitch…you want it don’t you…you want me?” he said, one hand already on my bare ass squeezing it hard.

“Hell I’ve had sleepless nights thinking of nothing else but this ass of yours” now spinning me around to face him, the coffee mug in my hand now crashing and shattering in the sink and my robe now fully open, his eyes hungrily raking my naked body. “Laura you are so beautiful…. so hot”

The morning’s run had done little to cool his ardour

“Warwick, listen…please…mmmm” my half-hearted protest stifled when his mouth and lips were pressed against mine. I briefly pushed against him, resisting his kiss. My heart was beating at a thousand beats a minute…I felt giddy with excitement, flung my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth and lips hungrily against mine.

He slipped the bathrobe over my shoulders and it slid to the floor. He was unsure as to what part of my body he wanted to touch and feel, first around my waist, pulling me hard against him, hands now on my bum as he squeezed the cheeks, then fondling and squeezing my breasts…he was like a kid in a toy or sweet factory…so much to choose from, but where to start…he settled for my tits. Cupping my left breast, gently squeezing, massaging, finger and thumb carefully tweaking my nipple, my breasts now firm, nipples hard. My pussy was wet and getting wetter by the minute. The kissing was full of lust and passion, mouths open, tongues delving, gently biting each other’s lips. The hand that had been massaging my left tit was sliding down over my stomach. I remembered the bathroom mirror and my own hand. I spread my legs a little in anticipation of his next move and it soon came, hand and fingers searching, feeling for my pussy entrance, my own long low sigh “Ohhhhhh…. yes” as his fingers pushed inside. I was wet…very wet and I could hear the slurping sound emanating from my pussy as he finger fucked me. His mouth was at my neck; kissing, biting, tongue licking my ear. “You want me don’t you my love…want me real bad?” My arms were still around his neck, holding him tight; my heart was still pounding and racing. “Oh god yes…. yes…yes” I could hardly say the words; it was more like a whimper and a plea.

He tore at his belt unbuckling it, and then unzipping his fly and pushing his trousers down around his thighs, taking my hand he placed it on his erection. It was hot, clammy, hard and very big. “You bastard…you bastard” I again whimpered.

“You like that sweetheart…is that what you want?”

He knew full well it’s what I wanted…no what I needed.

“I want you to be my woman Laura and I truly believe deep down you want to be my woman… don’t you?”

“Warwick… no… I can’t, don’t rush me, I said I’d think about it and I will… I promise”

A jubilant smile spread across his face. “Yes that’s all I wanted to hear” he said, using his knees to spread my legs apart. I sighed a long deep sigh of complete satisfaction as I felt his cock glide easily inside of me “Oh—my—god” it felt so good. This is how a drug addict must feel as the first flow of liquid or powder starts to take effect.

His ass was moving at a nice steady gate, his cock thrusting inward and upward, pushing me hard up against the kitchen bench, each upward thrust forcing me on to the balls of my feet, my tits bouncing up and down in unison.

“Oh god…. oh yes” was all I could sigh.

“Yeah you like this don’t you Laura…. you love having me fuck you don’t you?”

Right now it didn’t really matter who was doing the fucking…. it felt good…. real good.

“Yes…. yes I do, I do” agreeing with him. He drew my body close to his, his mouth at my neck, kissing and biting at it. There would be more tell tale marks, but right now I did not care, an orgasm was rippling through my body and I was enjoying its electrifying effect. His hips continued to twist and gyrate. I continued to gasp and shout with joy.

“I’m gona turn you round sweetheart…take you from the rear…would you like me to take you from the rear”

“Yes… yes…. Take me from the rear… take me from the rear” I hissed, anyway I thought to myself just as long as you keep fucking me.

There was a pause whilst he withdrew. I felt his hot clammy hands on my hips as he turned me around. I reached out and supported myself on the kitchen top. He placed my ass in the position he wanted it, with his foot he spread my legs apart and then bliss as I once again felt his hard cock slip inside me. My tits and body swayed in time with his thrusts. Fuck…. fuck…. fuck, slap…slap…slap as our two bodies came into contact, again I came as another orgasm hit…followed shortly by another, my pussy was wet and I could hear that slurping sound cock and wet pussy make as we fucked

“I’m gona cum honey…get ready I’m gona cum”

“Oh no don’t…not yet…don’t cum yet please” I begged.

He laughed at my pleading. “Don’t worry sweetheart we’ll be doing this a lot more in the future”

“Do you promise…promise me” again begging him

He chuckled once more “Oh I can promise you that honey” then he was cuming. Once, twice, three times his cock spewed the warm white fluid into my pussy.

I was trembling…he was trembling as he stood behind me letting his cock do its thing.

Slowly and reluctantly he withdrew his cock, pulling up his trousers he buckled his belt and zipped up his fly.

I was still shaking, my legs felt weak. I turned and supported myself against the bench. Mixtures of my own body fluids and his cum starting to dribble down my thighs. Warwick had the smile of the Cheshire cat…to the victor go the spoils, and he was certainly the victor. It had been a good fuck.

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He was sitting at the table, chewing on a piece of cold toast, pointing the half eaten toast at me and said “You know, I believe in fete and it’s fete that has thrown us together… I knew the moment I first set eyes on you… at the get to know you BBQ we all had for you and Steve… You’re my woman Laura and I believe deep down you know it too”

God what was happening to me…it was as if he could read me…see my deepest secrets, how could he know I had these fantasies about him…did I reveal myself when I had sex with him. When I made no reply, he smiled and threw the unfinished piece of toast back on the plate. He rose and came to me placing his arms around my waist drawing me close, and then kissing me full and passionately. I responded to his kiss, my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth and lips against mine. His hands were on my buttocks, squeezing them hard.

“Get used to these arms around you and these lips kissing you my darling… you know where you belong don’t you and that is with me”

“What about you’re wife…Angela? Have you told her about you’re feelings toward me?”

“She knows yes…but then she now has her own boyfriend to keep her happy” Warwick replied with a smile on his face.

“You mean Steve don’t you”

“Yes I mean Steve”

Now it was starting to make sense. “How long has it been between them?” I asked

“Almost from the day you both arrived here” his reply.

Now I knew why he had gazed so forlornly out of the window that night… his mind was on the big boobed redhead…Warwick’s wife.

“I think we all need to talk my love…straighten things out…clarify a few things”

I was hardly aware of him gently kissing my neck and lips.

“I’ve got to go my love…we’ll catch up again soon” he said…the sound of the door closing brought me back to reality.

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The phone rang; Rebecca picked it up. It was Simon Pierce.

“Hi Rebecca, congratulations, I think that all went well don’t you. The committee is well pleased at the results…you have a star pupil with Laura, keep up the good work, There’ll be a bonus in it, both for you and her…his resignation will be announced today” then he hung up.

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I hadn’t heard from Steve for a day or two, no responses to my calls or left messages. Then the news broke… papers and TV.

“In breaking news, the Mayor has announced his resignation, apparently due to ill health a spokesman said”

I looked at the screen stunned, how could this be…I was only with him a couple of nights ago and he was certainly fit enough then……………………

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Story written by Lisa Peacock

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