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 "Did you have fun on your over-nighter?"

   "It was a meeting.  You know."

   "Uh-huh.  Did you get laid?"

   "As a matter of fact I did."

   "You have to tell me all about it.  Who was it."

   "His name was Blake.  Blake Reed.  He's one the new co's at Harpers
Mill. He had the hots for me."

   "So he's not the Harper's fairy?"

   "Definitely not."

   "You've known him a long time?"

   "I think I've seen him one other time."

   "What made you decide to make his day?"

   "Well, you remember how tired I was when I left."

   "And horny."

   "And horny.  Well, we got in about seven and decided to go to dinner.  I
had three marguerites."

   "Three?  That's a pretty heavy load."

   "I was feeling okay.  Blake had been whining a little about not knowing
the ropes.  So, I suggested we spend some quality time over a bottle of
wine and I'd tell him all I know about the company."

   "So, you went back to your room?"

   "Yes.  And, I forgot and left the heat on in there.  So, we opened a
window.  It was really hot.  He said he'd take off his shirt if I took off
my top.  I thought, what the hell, and just did it.  I was feeling pretty
good by that time, you know, with the wine and all."

   "I'm sure you were."

   "So, we were just talking.  Then he got this real sad look on his face.
It was so pitiful.  I asked him what was wrong.  He said it wasn't fair
because he was bare-chested and I still had my bra on."

   "And, being one unable to stand a dare..."

   "So, I took it off.  Then, the next thing I know, he's on his knees,
kissing and licking them, telling me they're perfect and all.  And,"

   "Which they are."

   "So you keep telling me.  Anyway, I told him he'd have to stop.  `We
can't do this,' I said.  Then he say, `Why?  Will your husband get mad?'
Well, I had to tell him no, that wasn't the reason.  I just told him it
would change the relationship between us."

   "But, he didn't care."

   "I guess not.  He just kept saying they were so beautiful and made him
hard and all.  Meanwhile, I am getting thoroughly soaked down there."

   "I know how you do."

   "Yeah.  Well, anyway, the next thing we're on the bed and he's almost on
top of me.  `Wait,' I told him.  `If we're going to do this, let's at least
get our clothes off.' So he stands up and takes off his pants in one
stroke."

   "Did you like what you saw?"

   "Oh, yes.  It was a very nice one.  Not too long or too thick.  It
looked just right."

   "So, did you give him one of your famous blow jobs?"

   "A little bit.  But by then I just wanted to feel him inside me."

   "And, was it good?"

   "Wait, will you?  I'm telling this.  So, I told him he'd have to wear a
condom.  I got one from my purse.  Then I sucked on him a bit while I
opened it.  Then I rolled it onto him.  He went nuts.  He said it was the
sexiest thing that he ever had done to him."

   "I'll be that made you smile."

   "It did.  Then I laid him down on the bed and I straddled him, you
know."

   "I know."

   "I was so wet.  He just slid right in, all the way to the bottom.  It
was great."

   "So you fucked him, he didn't fuck you?"

   "The first time, I did.  I fucked him.  I fucked him hard."

   "So you came?"

   "Two times."

   "And did you talk to him like you talk to me."

   "Of course.  But, I didn't say the same things, you know.  He's not my
baby.  Only you are my baby."

   "What did you tell him."

   "Just how good his cock felt inside me.  I told him when I was coming. I
asked him if he liked being inside me.  He said he did.  And, he said the
same thing you did, about liking to watch me fuck him."

   "That's not exactly what I said.  I said I like to watch you fuck."

   "Same thing, isn't it?"

   "Not exactly.  Did he come?"

   "Oh, yes.  Inside the condom, of course, but for a long time."

   "Then what happened."

   "We fell asleep."

   "So that was it?"

   "No, there were two more times."

   "Tell me."

   "Well, when you called, the phone woke us up."

   "Oh, I see."

   "While I was talking to you he was sort of kissing my belly, you know.
He'd stick his tongue in my navel and lick all my lower abdomen."

   "While you were talking to me?"

   "Yes."

   "I didn't notice anything."

   "Well, it was hard not to let on.  Especially when, just when you said
goodnight, he slid his tongue into my slit."

   "Oh dear!"

   "Yes, exactly.  I told him if he didn't cut it out he was going to have
to fuck me again.  He just nodded his head and continued to eat me out.  He
wasn't bad at it, either.  I came again just from his sucking my clit. 
Then he rolled me over and had me kneel in front of him."

   "He took you from behind?"

   "Yes."

   "Bareback?"

   "Well, I forgot.  Yes.  He fucked me that way for a good ten minutes. 
You can't believe how hot I was.  I was telling him to drive it deeper and
come in me.  I really wanted to feel the hot wash of his come up inside
me."

   "That's pretty dangerous."

   "Well, he's married.  And, he told me this is the first time he ever
strayed."

   "Oh, well.  He's probably pretty safe then, unless his wife is anything
like you."

   "I don't think she is.  I think she's pretty much a tight-ass."

   "So, was the second time as good as the first?"

   "Good, but different.  He'd thrust in me four or five times, then crack
my ass, not real hard, just enough to keep me turned on.  He'd tell me I
was naughty for fucking around on my husband and give me a slap on the
backside.  Like I didn't know."

   "And, then he came inside you?"

   "Yes.  I couldn't believe it.  I mean, we only fucked an hour or so
before, but he flooded me.  It just kept coming and coming.  It was all hot
and thick and marvelous."

   "So, when was the third time."

   "This morning, when I woke up.  He was in the shower.  So I got up, peed
and joined him.  When we got out, he laid me down on the bed and had me
again, missionary style."

   "Just a good straight fucking, huh?"

   "Well, before we got in the bed I sucked him real good until he said he
was going to come.  I told him I was ready, but he said he wanted to squirt
inside me one last time."

   "So you went back to the bed, spread your legs for him, and let him fuck
you again before breakfast?"

   "Yes.  Three times in one night, I thought.  That's not a bad record."

   "And, did you come again?"

   "Of course.  I thought about his cock ramming into me down there, though
I couldn't see it, and wished you were here to watch, and I knew I'd have
to tell you all about it.  It made me come real hard."

   "And, what about him?  Did he have anything left for you?"

   "Well, it wasn't so much, this time.  But, enough.  I could feel it
squirting up there."

   "So it was good?"

   "Yeah.  But not as good as with you there to watch, you know.  That's
always the hottest.  Then I can just turn around and do you, too."

   "Not to fret, darling.  There'll be other times.  What's most important
is you had a good time, got yourself laid, and have come home to tell me
about it."

   "I'll always come home and tell you, baby.  I love you!"

   "And, I love you, too, my darling."