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Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Home
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Subject: deirdre: Home
Date: Sun, 12 Mar 1995 16:08:19 UTC

Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a story,
please don't post it to alt.sex.stories.  Please post it to alt.sex.stories.d.


Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules".  Do not read this story if you believe
fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in real life.  Be
warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations.  Do
not read this story if you are less than 18 years of age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in anthologies of
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is
sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre


Home
by deirdre, 1/5/95

Laughing.  It was Marie laughing--I heard her through the apartment door.
I got the door open and there was Harry, sitting at the kitchen table.  "You
remember that Harry's wife is off at her sisters' this week, don't you?"
volunteered Marie.  Marie and I weren't actually married, but we'd been
together for quite a while and we knew we would someday.  I'd just come
in from work and it appeared that we were having company for dinner.
Gone all week: I wondered how many evenings I'd find Harry there.  He
lived in the apartment next door.  I figured he could take care of himself,
but Marie is always a soft touch and I guess I like her that way.  I was a
bit nervous about it too--Harry was a smooth one with the women and I
didn't really trust him.  In fact, I didn't trust him at all.

Well, when supper was over, Marie had a meeting to run to and left before
Harry.  I couldn't believe the conversations we'd had: all kinds of talk
about sex.  And Marie laughing about all of it.  "Hope you're not *too*
lonely over there," she said in parting, with a grin.

"Don't you worry about me," returned Harry.  After she left, he went on: "I
won't be lonely because I *can't* go a week without sex."  That was a
little blunt for me, but I could handle it.

"Do you mean you *stray* when Joan is gone?"

"I have to, for self preservation.  She knows me."

"She *knows* you cheat on her?"

"Oh, I wouldn't be able to hide it--like I said, I can't go without.  It's a
physical impossibility."

I guess I was intrigued despite myself.  Cheating on Marie was something
I'd never thought of doing, and in fact I didn't want to do.  "Do you have
a... friend?"

"A friend?  Oh, you mean a girlfriend on the side."  He laughed.  "No,
women just seem to like me and I just basically go with the first woman I
meet up with."  I could believe it--I did recall that he always seemed to
lure any women he met in intimate or risque conversation.  "You'd better
not leave Marie alone," he went on, and grinned.  I felt a tinge of anger, but
didn't know what to do.  I knew too much of him to think he was kidding
and remembering Marie laughing earlier I had a sinking feeling about what
would happen if he set his sights on her.

That night when we got in bed, Marie slipped over and whispered in my ear:
"Let's do it."  Marie just doesn't do that.  I was taken aback, but I'm no
dummy.  Then she had the lamp on and was taking her nightgown off.  She
got up on all fours and said "Like this!"  She wanted it from behind on her
hands and knees!

Marie never did that.  We'd never done that before--or even *talked* about
it.  But Harry had.  That very evening, we'd just received detailed
descriptions of his sex with Joan, complete with positions.  And he'd
talked about his favorite position and how wild it drove him.  Yes, it is
true that I'd thought about doing it that way before, but Marie and I just
never talked about things like that.

I lost it.  I never lose it--never once with Marie.  I don't know what it was.

I felt panicky but I recovered my cool and reached between her legs and
started fingering her.  She loved it.  I just kept fingering and fingering and
then she came and came again.  She was so wild I couldn't believe it--I
was almost afraid she might scream or something.

The next morning when I headed out, there was Harry at his door.  I
wondered why he was up so early.  "Off to work early, I see," he offered,
then continued: "Marie doesn't leave for another hour and a half does she?
I think I'll see if she's interested in company for breakfast."

Back came the feeling of nerves and anger: "Harry, you'd better..."

"Aw, Marie is a grown woman and can take care of herself.  I'd never make
her do something *she* didn't want to do."

"Harry, you've got no... morals!"

"Morals!"  He laughed.  "Look, I tell you I've got an itch that needs
scratchin'.  I really can't get along without, well, at least a good blowjob.
I'll be seein' ya after work."

"Harry," I kept my voice down, but I'm sure I didn't hide the desperation in
my voice, "*please* don't do this!"

He just laughed his little laugh, then said "I've got no reason not to, and
every reason..."

"Harry, please!"

"How much do you want me to lay off?"

"What do you want?"

"Come here, inside."  I came in his front door and he shut it.  "You *really*
don't want me to go over and find out if Marie really is willing?"

I hesitated, slightly.  Was Harry into blackmail?  "Yes," I finally
answered, my voice still low.

"Well, if I weren't horny, I wouldn't be asking her."  I stared at him, trying
to figure out what he was talking about.  I didn't have a clue.  He just
stood there looking at me with his little half-smile.  Finally he said, "Why
don't you get down on your knees."  I stared at him.  Then I saw his fingers
on his zipper and I froze in shock.

"You're joking," I finally managed to say.

"Well, I won't be feeling so horny.  Look, it's your choice--Marie and I
seemed to get along nicely last night..."  I just stood there, staring at him,
not believing the situation I was in.  "She's awfully cute and I'd have to
say that I'd enjoy it," he went on.  I couldn't stand his little smile.

But I found myself getting down on my knees.  It was like a dream--none
of this could be happening.  "Well, it seems you really *do* love her," he
said quietly, softly laughing.  I wasn't looking up at him, but was staring
at the front of his pants--in fear, I guess.  He stepped up to me, standing
right in front of me, then unzipped his pants.

He had his cock out.  No, he wasn't hard, or not more than a little.  I stared
at it.  I told myself that lots of people do this, that it doesn't have to
mean a thing to me.  Just do it and don't think about it.  He held his cock in
one hand, and put his other hand on the back of my head.  "Now, do a good
job," he said.  He put it against my lips.  "Come on, now, Joan doesn't seem
to mind," he added.  "I'll bet Marie wouldn't either."

I opened my mouth and he pushed it in.  "Come on, now, you know what
makes it good," he said.  He was still pressing lightly on the back of my
head.  I felt it growing in my mouth.  Then he had both hands on my head,
one on each side.  He drew my head away a little, slowly, then pressed it
back towards himself.  I felt it slipping through my lips.  "Oh, very nice,"
he said, "you're a good little cocksucker."  Then he laughed again.

Soon he was holding my head still, and his pelvis was working back and
forth.  He went faster and faster.  He'd grown a lot.  I just knelt there, my
lips pressing.  I shut my eyes.  Then it seemed like my whole being was
just sensing that cock sliding through my lips.  I opened them only to see
it again.

There was nothing I could do.  I just knelt there as he did it.  I could feel
him getting closer.  Then the semen was in my throat.  I didn't gag, but
once again I was taken aback by what I'd managed to get through.  I
swallowed it.

Then he was zipping up and I was kneeling there, looking up at him.  "See
you later, chum," he said, and smiled at me.  I got up and left.

It kept coming back to me all day at work.  I couldn't believe I'd gone
through with it.  I sat there wondering at myself.  And wondering what
was next--it was still most of the week until Joan would return.  This
was all too much for me--I didn't feel like I could face any more of it.

Then at home, there he was, sitting at the kitchen table, talking to Marie.
I felt so weird, in there with them, knowing what I'd just done that
morning with him.  He smiled at me once, maybe to show me he was
remembering, but he had a tendency to grin a lot anyway when he was
visiting.  He and Marie talked all through supper again.

I had a meeting.  I had to go.  It was crazy--I knew he'd be hitting on Marie
when I was gone.  *I* was going crazy thinking about it.  But people were
depending on me--I couldn't possibly get out of it.

I stared at them talking away as I got ready to leave.  He came up to the
front door when I was leaving and walked out with me.

"You can't just leave me here, like this," he said in a low voice when we
were out in the hall.  I just stared at him, not knowing what to say.  "Come
here," he finally continued and led me into his apartment again.  Yes, I did
it again, knelt there and sucked him off.  And he laughed just a little when
I was done and said "Hey, you could get good at this."  I left without
saying anything.

I was so nervous at the meeting.  I wanted to be back home--I couldn't
stand the idea of Harry and Marie together.  I got off as quickly as I could
and was only gone about an hour and a half.

There they were, ogether.  Marie looked at me funny.  I wondered if they'd
done it, but that didn't seem like it.  I walked up to her.  "Something
wrong?" I asked in a low voice.

"Harry says you...sucked him."  She sounded a little disbelieving and more
than a little upset.  I felt the wind being knocked out of me.  I stared at
her a second before trying to recover.

"Honey, don't you think that's crazy?"  I returned in a low voice.  She
looked at me.  Now it was all anger I saw in her face.

"Say you didn't do it."  She'd said it louder--it was clear Harry could hear
her now.  I glanced at him.  He was watching us.  I opened my mouth to
talk, but couldn't.  What could I say?

She stared at me.  I felt her look turn from anger to something else.
Disgust?  I felt so small.  "Show me," she finally said.

"What?"

"I want to see you do it.  You did it before."

"Honey, no!"

"Show me how you did it, or I swear, I'll... I'll leave!"

"Honey, this is crazy." I glanced at Harry again, wishing he would leave.
You'd think any decent person would get out of the way of a couple that
was, well, on the verge of fighting.

"Right now.  I'll leave.  With Harry."  I didn't know if she knew what she
was saying.  Did she know how much that would bother me?  Did she mean
go back to his apartment and do whatever with him?  I just stood there,
staring at her.  Harry walked over, stopping about four feet from us and
stood there.  "Go on," added Marie.

I didn't know what else I could do.  I got down on my knees in front of
Harry  I looked back up at Marie.  She was still looking at me, a frown on
her face.  She waited me out.  I turned back to Harry.  He made no move to
unzip his pants.  Finally, I unzipped them and got his cock out.  Yes, I did
it again, right there in front of Marie.  She just watched, not saying a
thing.  Harry didn't either, but I glanced up and thought I detected a hint
of a smirk.

Then I was done.  I stood up and looked at Marie again.  She just continued
to stare at me, then turned and walked right out of the apartment without
saying a word.  It was Harry and me.  Harry smiled and waved and left too.
I stood there taking it all in for a second, then opened the front door and
looked down the hall.  No one was in sight and Harry's door was shut.

I sat there on the floor, not believing it.  After a few minutes she hadn't
returned.  I just at there in the living room waiting for her til midnight.
Still no Marie.

I lay in bed, my mind racing.  This was really a nightmare--it seemed
everything I did was wrong.  How could things come out like this?  Is this
what Harry was trying to do all the time?

I dragged myself out of bed in the morning.  Still no Marie.  I'd just gotten
dressed and walked into the kitchen and there was Harry.  I just looked at
him.  He motioned with one finger for me to kneel.  I couldn't believe he'd
do such a thing.  He just stood there looking at me and I stood there
looking at him.  He looked like for all the world he expected me to do it.
Like I was just ready to do it any second.

I knelt.  I unzipped his pants and sucked his cock again.  I don't know why.
I'd done it three times before, and Marie had gone, so it didn't seem to
matter.  He zipped up, smiled at me and left.  I went off to work.

I got home.  No Marie.  I sat for a while feeling sorry for myself, then went
to get some stuff out of the kitchen.  The front door came open and Harry
and Marie came in.  Harry walked up and nodded his head.  He wanted me to
do it again.  I looked at Marie.  She was deliberately looking away from
me--she didn't want to look at me.  I walked up to her and reached to take
her arm.

"Stay away from me," she said, just above a whisper.  I stopped, standing
in front of her.  She still looked away from me.  "Do it," she added.  Harry
was still standing there.  I knelt and did it again.  Marie waved a frozen
entree while I did it and had supper on the table for me by the time I was
done.  They both left immediately.

I just sat there after supper.  I drank some beers.  I didn't turn on the TV
or anything, just sat there, my mind blank.  Then I went to bed early, but
didn't fall asleep.

I heard someone in the apartment and saw the living room light go on.
Harry and Marie came in the bedroom.  "Time for my night-time suck," said
Harry, cheerfully.

"Please, just go away," I said.  They didn't--Marie turned on the light next
to the bed.

"Oh, he's shy," said Harry and he got up on the bed and straddled my head.
He had his cock out and I just went ahead and opened my mouth.  When I
was done, he got up and left with Marie.  He had his arm wrapped around
her as they walked out of the bedroom.

In the morning, they came in when I was in the shower.  I knelt in front of
him, naked and wet.  Marie just watched.

And that was it--three times a day for the rest of the week.  Saturday
morning Harry led me back to his apartment.  Marie was in her robe,
making eggs and bacon.  There were only two places at the table.  I sucked
Harry off and he sent me back.

There I was in the apartment.  A part of me didn't want to leave.  But
another part felt constricted--claustrophobic.  I felt like I had to get out,
but I was too out of it to figure out what to do or where to go.  I heard
them go off some where and ended just hanging around the apartment.
Then I heard them return.

The doorbell rang.  I opened it and it was Joan.  "I just got back and
Harry's not there," she offered, walking in.  It must have been Joan I'd
heard opening their door.  "Do you know when he'll be back?"

"No," I answered honestly.

"Here I come back a day early and he's not here.  You know, we can't stand
to be apart--I mean, you know.  I was going crazy.  Mom won't forgive me
for leaving early, but I just had to get back.  And now he's not here."  Joan
can go on and on, but even when she'd paused I didn't say anything.  She
went on: "I mean, I came back rarin' to go if you know what I mean."

She was horny.  I looked at her.  Joan is pretty good looking and I always
liked the way she sometimes smiled in a knowing way.  She was looking at
me.  I tried to figure out what she was thinking.  "It's a good thing you're
faithful to Marie" she went on, "because if you, you know, I don't cheat on
Harry, but it's been a week and he's not here..."  She looked *very* good to
me.  I stared at her thinking.  She didn't realize how much I *really was*
tempted--her casual talk could get me to do something she'd be sorry for.
I realized she'd better leave soon and started thinking about how to get
her out of the apartment.

She stood up...maybe she'd leave.  She was close to me.  I edged away.  "He
just doesn't know how *frustrated* I am," she said in a low voice.  She
*had* to leave right now.  I could feel my arms reaching out to her.

"You've got to go," I said.  I think my voice was sounding strangled.  I don't
know how I kept my hands off her.  She gave me a confused look, never
knowing how alluring she was, and then left.  I went in the bathroom and
masturbated.

Harry and Joan came back over that afternoon, just unlocked the fron door
and walked in.  They must have had Marie's key.  "OK, let's see it," said
Joan.  Harry didn't say anything but just stood in front of me with one of
his little smirks.  Joan went on: "Listen, I heard what you're *really*
interested in and now I want to see it."

"Come on, boy," added Harry.  They drew me by the hands and both pushed
down on my shoulders until I was kneeling.  Harry had his cock out and up
to my lips.

"Come on, I want to see sucking," said Joan.  I opened my lips and Harry
slipped his cock in.  Soon he was pumping away.  Joan stood beside us
leaning against the kitchen table and watched.

"You're right;  he likes it even better than she does," she finally said.

"Yea, he's been livin' on it all week," Harry answered.

"Oh, I'd better get back to her."

"Oh yea.  And don't ease up.  She likes it best when you go hard on her."