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 Susan, an interlude with Don

   the Troubador

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   Unless someone has downloaded this from the site on which it was found,
you already know it is erotic, and I assure you there will be graphic
sexual content.  If for some reason you aren't legally supposed to have
access to such content, please go away and come back when it is legal.  I
assure you it will be much more enjoyable then, and you will understand it
better and get more out of it.  I know this is true because that is what my
mother told me almost sixty years ago, and I have learned everything my
mother told me is correct.  That is why I always wear clean underwear.  The
reason I am always polite and courteous to women has other, ulterior,
motives.

   This story has no intrinsic value, it is just a chance meeting of two
on-line lovers.

   Enjoy!

   Any comments will be gratefully received.







   Susan pulled her knees up a little further, which had what she usually
would call an odd benefit.  It thrust her bottom further behind her.  The
deep sensations pulsed through her and she felt another chill run
completely through her body.  Don was whispering in her ear, telling her
what a good cook she was.  She remembered him discussing cooking once in an
email a year, maybe a year and a half ago.  It was amazing how well she
remembered what he had written in all those letters.

   Don shifted his hips again and she caught her breath.  He seemed to know
just when and how to do the little things; if this could be called a little
thing.  She would have to think about that.  His being in her bed was
impossible.  Something neither of them had expected, or even wanted, but
here he was.

   No one knew where she was.  Well, they knew in a way.  The trip she and
her friends had made had been fun, almost too much fun for her.  That first
evening she had gone back to her room early, ostensibly to call her
husband, Tommy, but really just to rest.

   Of course she had carried her new laptop along.  She had told Tommy she
hoped to be able to do some planning on the project Tommy and she were
planning.  The truth was she wanted to be able to email Don.  A whole week
plus without contact sounded so 'difficult'.  When she booted up and pulled
his latest message down to her laptop while sitting in her hotel room it
seemed so naughty of her to 'bring him here with her' alone into her hotel
room.  A little frizzon of excitement rippled up her spine.

   Opening the email, she was shocked!  He was here in England!  Not only
in England, but here!  In this hotel!

   Susan almost bolted off the bed!  Why hadn't he told her?  Why was he
here?  They agreed their...  She stopped, what could she call it?  Another
shiver pulsed her body as she admitted it was love.  Not the same love she
gave Tommy, not one excluding any other!  But they had tacitly agreed it
would stay 'lovers apart'!  Why was he here?

   Suddenly feeling foolish, she sat down to read the rest of the message.
He wasn't here to see her, he didn't know she was in this town.  And this
was across the country from her home.  The sudden tears caught her totally
by surprise.  Why did she feel so devastated!  They knew they would never
meet, and they both loved their spouses deeply.  A basis of their long
friendship/love was that no harm could ever come to Tommy or his wife
Patricia.

   x x x x x x

   Don moved his hand down from her breast, flicking her nipple as he did
so and she gasped.  He splayed his fingers, cupping her tummy.  Another
pulse of pleasure shot through her body.

   * * * *

   In that first message Don told her he was staying here, having come to
England unexpectedly.  And then he really shocked her.  In the last
paragraph he told her he had seen her.  He didn't know it was her of
course, but he had seen a woman that fit her description.  The woman had
been almost exactly how he had imagined her to be.  The shoulder length
dark hair, the friendly cheerful face, and the beautiful brown eyes.  She
even looked so cuddly he wanted to give her a hug where she stood.

   He said he had almost approached her and asked if she was SusanSunshine.
He'd even tried to peek at her elbow, looking for a long scar!  But what
actually knocked the wind out of her, the woman he had seen was in the room
next to his!  He wrote one of his little scenarios.  He imagined tapping on
the door connecting their rooms, identifying himself as the Troubador.  And
in his imagination she had fallen into his arms.

   * * * *

   The hips behind her flexed again and the pleasure exploded deep inside
her again.  She moaned and they flexed again.

   * * * *

   She couldn't believe how forward she had been.  She had picked up her
telephone without thinking of what she was doing and dialed his room.  A
very pleasant baritone voice answered and she asked why the Troubador
hadn't said hello to Susan.  She thought Americans were friendlier,
especially to old friends.

   Don had gasped and started firing questions, but she just hung up the
phone.

   And sat...

   and waited...

   Twenty minutes went by and she began wondering at her boldness.  Did he
understand what she was trying to tell him?  Did he understand but decided
not to make contact?  She thought he was clever, but maybe not enough to
see the hint she was giving.  And then there had been a light tapping on
the door between her room and the next.

   Then she had been in deathly fear!

   Maybe it wasn't him.  And if it was, how well did she really know him?
She stood staring at the connecting door a moment, then stepped to the hall
door quickly and opened it.  That would give her an escape if she felt she
was in danger.  Suddenly she wondered, 'Why hadn't she seen him if he had
seen her?' A man with a full beard was distinctive, someone easily spotted
in a crowd.

   After hesitating a moment or so longer, she tapped back on her side of
the door and then turned the handle and pulled the door open.  She stood
there looking at a closed door on his side of the doorframe feeling really
foolish.  Then that door had been yanked open and Don was standing there.

   There was no doubt who it was once she saw him.  She had suspected the
description she sent had been colored to make him seem more attractive than
he was.  She had already discounted that.  After all, she was attracted to
him because of his wit and insight.  Besides, she was too mature to be
really swayed by pretty boys and male hunks.

   To Susan's surprise the man she saw was better than the picture she held
in her mind.  He had written of having grown a small belly.  The belly was
there, but only a fool would point to it as blemish.  Even on first sight
she had considered it cuddly.  The broad barrel chest and shoulders were
there, and they were impressive to someone posturing for preeminence.  His
forehead was very much higher than a young man's was, and his beard was
indeed white.  He told her once that when younger his beard was a sandy
red. If so the color was all gone, just as he had written.

   But most in evident was the twinkling good humor in his eyes, and a
contagious friendly grin he was flashing at her.  The next moment she found
herself falling into his arms.

   * * * *

   The thick bone filling her channel slowly withdrew and then reversed
back into her depths.  Behind her Don began a slow, steady fuck and her
world dissolved again into soft pastel lights.  She seemed to float again.
Whispering in her ear Don told her she had marinated his meat inside her
long enough.  Pushing back into her his slow pace began increasing.  Her
guts knotted again, and she was unexpectedly climbing again to orgasm.

   * * * *

   She flashed again back to that first embrace.

   Don had caught her in his arms, and lifted her against him.  Her arms
tight around his neck, he had straightened and she found her legs wrapped
around him.  She didn't know the woman clinging lovingly to this man, she
was much too brazen.

   She hadn't acted like this when she was a hormone crazed teenager. 
Passionate always, she had kept an almost prim exterior.  Except for some
easily forgotten childish fumbling the only men she had given herself to
were Tommy and that Randy.  Tommy was her love, hers forever and would
remain so.  Randy was something she could remember, and keep as a fantasy
and memory; she would never acknowledge it had happened.

   But something was there between Don and herself.  It would never get
between her first love, but she now realized a woman could have two deep
loves.  Only a man like Don with the same deep ties to another could make
it work.

   Don had carried her to his bed, and laying her out had quickly stripped
her of every scrap of her clothes.  She would have to remember to retrieve
them from the floor of his room where he had wildly strewn them.

   In his stories Don always wrote of long, slow build-ups of mutual
passion.  In that first coupling he had sensed she was as hungry for him as
he for her, and the first 'touching' they experienced was his mouth
covering her sex.  His arms scooped her legs over his shoulders and then
slipped upward along her sides to cup her firm breasts.  He had told her;
her tits were perfect fits to his palms just as he had expected.  As he
sucked and licked up and down her slit he flattened his palms and ran them
over her nipples.  They had been small stones before he touched them, and
they had ached in the most delightful way once he began rolling them under
his hands.

   As his tongue found and plunged into her hole his hands cupped and began
milking at her tits.  She could not suppress the small scream at the
sudden, expected explosion of sensation.  She had cum with his tongue in
her cunt and his hands squeezing her breasts.  She suddenly realized her
heels were drumming against his back with her passion and her knees were
locked behind his head, burying his face in her passion.

   Don suddenly rose to his knees, tearing her knees off his shoulders,
leaving her legs splayed widely before him.  She glanced down at his cock
standing proudly out of is groin, pointing at her.  She had no memory how
he had removed his clothes.

   The only mention Don had made to his member was a casual mention that he
had been teased in the locker room about the size of his dick.  She saw a
longish member, not frightenly sized.  What made her eyes open was the
sight as he leaned down to place it at her opening.  His fingers were
wrapped around his cock, but it was too large for his fingers to close
around it.  She suddenly prayed he was not impatient in entering her.  The
men she had known were substantial in size, but this thick rod was as wide
as either of them.

   Placing the head just at her opening, Don stretched out over her.  He
made no attempt to hold his weight off her, and she was pleased to feel his
warmth pressed against her length.  Spreading over her as she laid splayed
under him, his warmth and weight were welcome.

   Don had slowly pushed the head of his penis into her vagina and stopped.
Making little in and out moves and moving his hips slightly from side to
side she soon was accustomed to his size as it just entered her.  He told
her she was tight, but slick and wet.  And she was very, very warm inside.
She loved her loving as much if not more than the next woman and his slow
penetration sent pleasure and joy to fill her entire body.  Her toes were
curled, and she found her arms clutching his arse and trying to pull the
rest of his body into hers.

   It seemed forever, and it seemed instantly, that he was fully seated in
her.  His pubic bone pushed wonderful on her clit and she actually had a
small climax as his pubic hair snuggled with hers.  She knew this coupling
would be something they would long remember.

   Unexpectedly Don had raised himself on his elbows, leaving his chest
just brushing her nipples.  As he began a slow fucking he moved his upper
body in small circles over hers brushing her nipples, the hard diamonds on
her breast.

   It seemed like they had been doing his for hours when he gently lowered
his weight onto her again and his lips covered hers.  She could still taste
her musk on his lips, which was almost instantly forgotten as the new
sensation threw her into a huge and unexpected orgasm.  While she was lost
in the world that was exploding around her she became aware he had sped up
his fucking motion and just as she was leaving that world he exploded his
spunk into her deepest belly.  It set her off again and this time she
screamed.

   Coming down from that new world she understood again why it was called
the little death.  Holding her clasped tightly to him, Don rolled to his
side.  Carrying her with him she felt his cock as it remained buried in her
self.  Laying side by side they gazed into each other's eyes, drinking in
the love seen in the others eyes.  After a moment Susan grew aware that she
was caressing his back and shoulders with her arms wrapped around him.  And
delightedly his hands were almost mirroring hers on her own shoulders. 
They lay like that for long moments before they each drifted off to a
gently sleep still locked together.

   Now Susan's lust was building again, the fire was licking in her cunt.
She had told him, written him that only in her honeymoon had she loved her
man more than twice a day before she met Randy.  That had been years ago,
and life had interfered with her love life in recent years.  And tonight
she knew she was soon to fall into rapture again.  Each time had been
intense and each time had been different.  A sudden, unexpected orgasmic
thrill swept through her.  But it did nothing to reduce the sexual tension
Don was inducing into her.  He again slowed his pumping, not stopping but
prolonging the time he would be in her.

   She glanced at the clock on the nightstand before her eyes and saw it
had been over an hour since she had awakened with Don's cock filling her.
His initial entry had stirred her just out of sleep.

   His thickness was too great for it not to.

   But she had held still as his hands commanded her while he had slowly
worked the member into her body.  And then he told her how all good cooks
marinated their meat.  She was to marinate the meat filling her, until it
was spiced and warmed and then they would bring her to done.

   * * * *

   Their second joining had waited until Don had ordered a late night snack
be delivered to his room.  When the man had knocked she had stepped into
her own room and pulled the door closed while Don greeted him.  They each
had showered together quickly before the food arrived.  Once the man left,
Don hung his robe in the closet area and they ate nude.  She had enjoyed
inspecting him as much as Don obviously coveted the sight of her naked
body.

   Finishing the meal and the half bottle of Zinfandel that had accompanied
it they went to her room to talk.  They both wanted to cuddle while doing
so, and the mess they had made of Don's bed would have to be corrected
before it would again be habitable.  Apologetically Don carried his cell
phone with him and laid it beside the bed.  Cuddling together they just
talked; about their lives, her fantasies, his writing.  Until her telephone
rang.

   It was Tommy.  Don mimed to make sure she was all right, then he
considerately left, taking his cell phone with him, letting her chat
unselfconsciously with her husband, her other love.  She was able to join
privately with Tommy in the little intimacies all lovers share.  Hanging
up, Susan looked into Don's room just as he disconnected from a call
himself.  Don explained that he needed to be certain Patricia was fine
before he went to bed.

   Somehow the talking drifted to silence and the cuddling turned more and
more erotic.  Susan took the lead, feeling strange and adventuresome in
doing so.  She had leaned to Don and licked his ear, then licked and kissed
her way to his lips.  To her surprise the beard had felt comfortable under
her lips and she was later to find what a sexual weapon it could be when
wielded by a knowing man.

   Don leaned back, enjoying the attention and Susan began running her
hands over his chest.  With a devilish look in her eye she leaned down to
take one of his nipples in her mouth and sucked and kissed it.  Remembering
how Tommy treated hers, she tried to suck and lick Don's the same way.

   Suddenly she couldn't feel Don breathing!  Alarmed she lifted her head
and looked up to see as blissful a look on a man's face as she had ever
imagined.  Smiling, she lowered her mouth again to a nipple and watched the
ecstasy play across his face.  The realization of how much pleasure she was
giving this, her second man, was almost as good as an orgasm.  As all women
discover, not every time they cohabit with their men can their own bodies
achieve the ultimate gift.  Their husbands' bodies for whatever reason will
sometimes not allow them to continue the pleasure long enough to allow
their women to orgasm.  Susan knew when that happened and her husband
questioned her that she was not lying when she told him she had enjoyed it
very much.  The knowledge and warmth of the pleasure she had afforded her
lover was great pleasure in itself.  She knew for the first time one of the
greatest parts of a man's pleasure, like her own it was directly causing
him joy.

   Smiling, she reached down and started fondling his cock.  It had been
worked often already, but it seemed to swell as she continued her petting.
Leaving the nipple behind she kissed and licked her way down to his groin.
First kissing the head of his cock, she then engulfed it into her mouth
and, taking a deep breath, deep throated him.  With his size she was not
sure she could and she had difficulty even opening her mouth enough to take
him in.  This was something she suddenly wanted to do for him, and she
recalled all the directions she had seen on Erotic Stories and Stories
Online.  It all worked!

   Susan was startled when she felt Don's strong hands lifting her mouth
from his manhood, and was disappointed he did not appreciate or want what
she was trying to give to him.  He pulled her face to his and kissed her
deep and lovingly, then whispered their time together was so rationed he
wanted only to engage in acts of love that allowed each to achieve like
pleasure.  She wanted to protest that it would be a pleasure for her, but
he was already turning her onto her hands and knees.

   Don was suddenly behind her, lifting her hips higher in the air, drawing
her to the edge of the bed.  And then his tool was splitting her labia,
filling her soul with pleasure as he stood beside the bed filling her
center with him.  As he slowly slid into her, his hands began a slow
exploration of her body.  If she was not already so highly charged sexually
his light teasing touch, so slowly dragging over her skin, moving to all
the super sensitive places on her body he could reach would surely have
driven her mad with the tickling.  Instead she herself becoming delirious
with the increased joy and suddenly she was orgasming.

   Slowing his movements, Don allowed her to return to sanity.  Slowly he
leaned forward and Susan felt his face just grazing the skin of her back.
And then he gave his lover as sensuous a feeling as she had experienced. 
With his beard he caressed her, licking occasionally, often stopping once
he had wet her skin to blow gently.  The unexpected sensations changed the
nature of their intercourse, making it even more intimate.

   As Susan began to almost relax in receiving Don's intimacy he
straightened up to stand upright on his knees behind her.  With his gentle
hands he began running his fingers slowly down her spine.

   "Let's see if you have this place too," he said.  And suddenly she felt
her body on fire.

   Susan pushed back against the imbedded cock, driving it as deeply into
her center as she could accept it.  Gasping for breath, she gasped as Don
concentrated his talented touch on that suddenly magical spot on her spine.
Susan found herself fucking Don, unable to remain still.  Don held himself
still and let her go insane on his cock.  Suddenly Susan froze with Don
driven far into her and began to quiver.  Feeling her rippling along his
shaft and giving a strange, strangled moan Don emptied his balls into her
womb.  It seemed forever, but when the spasms slowed she collapsed forward
on her bed with Don atop her.

   Kissing her lovingly and nuzzling her neck Don rolled them over on their
sides with an arm under her cheek and holding her back against him with the
other hand on her tummy.  Warm, happy, contented and sated they fell asleep
still joined at the hip with his maleness clasped in her loving sheath.

   Hours later Susan woke as that sweet cock nestled against her hole came
to life.  Feeling it swell and push slowly in, spreading her vaginal walls
and sending delicious tingles.  Her belly and groin came alive and she lay
soaking in the pleasure.  As a small tremor swept through her the thought
irresponsibly swept through her mind, 'Why can't a woman have two
husbands.'

   The night swept endlessly on in an instant.  The pleasure soaked into
her being and she relaxed, Susan could not imagine life without this
wonderful fullness in her cunt.

   She noticed Don's speed was increasing, his thrusts more urgent.  A
little sadness was there for her, she hoped Don would enjoy the cuming he
was working toward.  But she knew she would have to be satisfied with the
pleasure she was in now.

   The hand on her belly began inching down, cupping her mound and then
sliding between her thighs.  Suddenly she felt a finger resting directly on
her clit.  She winced, expecting a painful abrasion on the hypersensitive
bud, but it did not occur.  Instead a rolling pressure was being applied
directly on her core.  Sudden unexpected bolts of sensation shook her out
of her sweet lethargy.  Suddenly the sweet sword in her depths was
hammering her and her body was responding.  The impatient finger was
forcing her higher and higher.  How could this man drive her to such
extremes!

   The cock inside her exploded and she went up with it!  A scream was torn
from her again, and she collapsed again, as the beloved fullness in her
vagina left with the shrinking of Don's cock.  They slept.

   Susan was just stirring when the phone by her head rang.  Answering it,
she heard her friend ask if she was ready for breakfast.  Feeling the
delicious arms about her stir, she confessed to her friend that she had
just that moment awoke.  She had to shower, and suggested she meet them at
their first event.  Agreeing her friend hung up, and Susan stretched
sending a shiver through the man lying beside her.

   Telling Don to behave himself, she had to start moving and had to shower
alone she slid out of bed.  Agreeing Don told her he would shower in his
room, and order breakfast for them to be delivered there.  Smiling, Susan
agreed and swung her luscious hips as she strutted away from him and into
the bathroom.

   Half an hour later they met in Don's room and sat down to perfect meal
to start the day.  It amused her to see a stash of tea bags in Don's
luggage.  When asked he admitted he had to have his tea in the morning, and
as famous as the English were for their tea he didn't trust them to fix it
right for him.  He had been wrong.

   After breakfast she rose to dress, when Don took her in his arms.  She
was nice about it, but told him firmly that the loving would have to wait
for that night.  To her consternation, Don just said no and pulled her in
for a kiss.

   She could feel his cock and it was not stirring.  And she felt no
interests, so struggled to free herself from his hold.

   "Oh Susan, just relax for a moment.  This is for you, not me, but you
need one last thing to start your day."

   Grumpily she relaxed as he led her to his bed, which had now dried.  He
tossed the covers onto the floor and pushed her back to lay in the middle
of the bed.  Then he lay beside her.  Gently he pulled her two arms above
her head, and holding them there he bent to blow on a nipple.  In just a
moment she felt it pop out and felt the delicious tension she so liked.

   Fingering her other nipple, Don bent to taste the near one and then so
gently sucked the protrusion into his warm mouth.  In just a moment, to her
confusion she felt herself becoming aroused.  Looking down she found Don
looking back at her and she could see the chuckle in his eyes.  Carefully
and gently the man worked her breasts, one then the other and she could
feel her heat rise.

   As Don leaned back to blow on her nipples, now wet with her saliva, his
hand slid deliciously down to her sex and cupped it.  Without warning the
man sucked hard at her yearning breast and she felt two fingers drive into
her vagina.  Once inside they wiggled around giving her strange sensations
and just as she wondered if she could stand all these sensations the thumb
of that invading hand so lightly flicked her distended clitoris and she
exploded again.

   Recovering she looked up in wonder at her lovers face.  He smiled back
at her and told her very few women could do what she had just done, reach
climax essentially from having their breasts stimulated.  Releasing her, he
kissed her softly and lovingly and the two left for their respective days.

   Both understood the adjoining door would be open that evening and as
long as they were both able to stay.

   This was a magical interlude, and only they in all the world were able
to enjoy it.

   Finis

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