Article 32300 of alt.sex.stories:
From: Tommy the Tourist (Anon User) <nobody@csua.berkeley.edu>
Subject: Archive: Boswell Hot-Dance @Quicksilver Archive
Date: 26 Aug 1994 17:07:59 GMT
HOT DANCER
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
READERS' MAIL . . . APRIL, 1987
STRIPPED TO THRILL
My wife Susan and I have a great relationship with five other
couples. We ski, play cards, and usually vacation together at the
Ocean.
Recently, we planned a surprise birthday party for Tom, one of
the husbands. The Thursday before the party, a group of us went over
the last minute details and someone suggested that we should arrange
for a Strip-O-Gram for Tom.
Marcy, Tom's wife, laughed and said, "Tom would LOVE it!
Especially if the dancer has great boobs. Tom is DEFINITELY a boob
man."
We called around, but with such short notice, only two
agencies could even handle the request, and neither had a large-
breasted dancer available for Saturday night. Resigned to the fact
that we were too late to book the surprise dancer, we started
discussing other items. But before long, one of the wives teased Susan
about being the stripper.
Susan is very beautiful and, at 26, is years younger than the
rest of our "over 35" crowd. She has a flawless peaches'n'cream
complexion, is 5'5" tall, a brunette, and she has a fantastic, and
very firm 39(D)-24-35 figure, so the teasing was not really a
surprise. Soon, Marcy was agreeing with the other women and Susan
finally realized that they weren't just joking.
Marcy took Susan's hand, "Susan, please say you'll do it. It
would really make Tom's party a night to remember. Besides, it's just
us. We've all seen you in your bikinis and it'll be fun! If I were
built like you, I'd probably be making a living doing it!"
I know Tom has always found my wife attractive (who
wouldn't?), especially in her swimsuits at the beach or pool, and on
more than one occasion I caught him trying to sneak a look down her
blouse or dress. So, I was certain he'd really appreciate Susan being
his "personal stripper." But Susan still hadn't agreed. The women were
still coaxing and I smiled and agreed with them that I thought it was
a great idea, too.
Susan looked at each one of us seated around the now quiet
table. She stopped at me and said, "Alright, I'll do it. If that's
what you and Marcy really want, I'll do my best to make it fun."
We all cheered and clapped her on the back and told her what a
good sport she was being.
After work on Friday, Susan bought a new set of sexy underwear
for the party and showed it to me. The bra and panties were white and
so sheer they were almost transparent. The panties were not really
more than a tiny triangle of white in the front and a thin strap
between her cheeks and on the hips. Susan had also purchased a white
garterbelt and stockings.
I was surprised that Susan had selected such revealing things,
but I was glad she was getting into the spirit of it and I could feel
my cock harden as I thought about my wife showing off her body to our
friends in these very sexy undies.
Saturday seemed to drag until it was finally time to get ready
for the party. Susan took a bottle of wine and a glass and locked
herself away in the bathroom for a long time. When she emerged, the
wait had been well worth it. She looked beautiful. She had carefully
applied her make-up and topped it off with a bright red lipstick. Her
dress was a short white cocktail dress with thin red trim, and
finally, very red, very high heeled shoes. She looked lovely.
I stood at the door and whistled. "How about showing me what's
under that dress?" I asked.
Susan smiled, "No way! No previews. I'll see your reaction and
either we won't get to the party at all, or I won't have the nerve to
do this. I'm really very nervous, Dave."
"Relax. This is supposed to be fun. You'll be terrific."
Marcy and Tom's boss, Steve (one of the other husbands) had
conspired to get Tom out of the house for the afternoon, playing golf
and having a few drinks at the country club. The house was decorated
when we got there, and we started getting the food ready. Everyone
else had been there for a while, and the punch had everyone in a gay,
partying mood, already.
Marcy handed us each a drink and said to Susan, "You look
absolutely fantastic, Suze. Are you still going through with the
dance?"
Susan drank down the potent punch and got a refill, "Well, as
long as you haven't changed your mind and I don't pass out from a case
of nerves, I'm going to do it."
Marcy patted Susan on the shoulders, "I knew we could count on
you. Tom will love it! And I know the rest of the husbands are looking
forward to it, too!"
Susan looked around the room at the other husbands and
blushed. "How do you want me to go about this, Marcy?"
"How about you hide in the utility room. When Tom and Steve
walk in, we'll all yell 'Surprise!' and sit Tom in that chair in the
middle of the room. I've made a tape of some songs with a strong beat,
so I'll turn the stereo on real loud and you can do your thing."
Susan nodded and I looked around at the other three smiling
guys in the house. I couldn't wait for the party to start!
Finally, we heard Tom's and Steve's cars pull into the
driveway and we all took our places. Tom seemed genuinely surprised
when he walked in and we all jumped out, yelling "SURPRISE!"
Marcy snapped a few pictures and sat him down in a chair in
the center of the room. Then, she started the stereo.
Susan picked the beat up as she danced down the hall behind
Tom's back. We all applauded as she danced into the room and up to
Tom. Marcy had yelled to him to not turn around, so he had no idea
what was going on until he felt Susan rub up against the chair and run
her fingers through his hair. Tom still didn't know who the dancer was
and his look when Susan bumped and ground her way around in front of
him was one of pure shock.
Susan danced sensuously, humping to the beat, as Marcy taped
the whole thing on her camcorder. A few voices yelled out to "Take it
off!" and I could see that Susan was getting turned on. Of course,
the whole room was charged up and feeling turned on.
When Susan danced up to Tom, turned her back to him and
pointed to her zipper, I thought my dick would burst. Tom looked at
the zipper with pure lust in his eyes and then looked at me. He saw
me smile and nod and he grinned.
"I can't believe this!" he yelled as he reached for the
zipper.
Tom slowly unzipped Susan's dress until she could slip one
shoulder and then the other out of it. She turned around to face Tom
and allowed her dress to fall to her feet.
She was magnificent!
Susan stood there in her see-through underwear, garterbelt,
stockings and high heels. Her beautiful dark-pink nipples stood erect
and puckered against the thin material. The firm round globes of her
ass were beautiful. But the biggest surprise was not just that her
dark bush was clearly visible through the tiny panties, but that she
had trimmed the hair short and into the shape of a heart! When I saw
that, my cock got even harder. It was obvious that the rest of the
people saw it, too, by their whistles, catcalls and cheers.
Susan was really enjoying herself as she put one leg forward
and her foot between Tom's legs so he could slip off her shoe and
stocking. His trembling hands on her bare thigh made his crotch bulge.
When he had the first leg bare, she offered her other leg to him. He
quickly slipped the second stocking off as Susan danced away from him,
dropping her garterbelt to the floor.
Susan danced to the end of the song and stopped, and I thought
it was the end of the show. But everyone, including Marcy, from behind
her camera, shouted "Take it off!" as the next song started. Susan
glanced at me and I shrugged and said it was her show and entirely up
to her. She looked down at Tom and saw how excited she'd made him and
began to dance again.
At the same time I wanted her to continue, I couldn't believe
it when Susan moved right up in front of Tom and reached behind her
back to unhook her bra. She unhooked the bra and cupped her hands on
her breasts while she slipped the brastraps off her shoulders and
arms. Then on a beat, she pulled the cups away from her big boobs and
handed the bra to Tom.
The room went wild!
Still dancing, she bent over Tom and shimmied with her huge,
naked tits only inches from his face. Her nipples were hard and erect
and aching to be kissed and sucked. It was fantastic seeing Susan's
breasts bared to a man who had been trying to peek at them for so
long.
Everyone cheered Susan and encouraged her to take off the only
remaining bit of clothing she had on.
"Show us your heart!" they all began to chant.
Her eyes were ablaze with excitement and she motioned to Tom
to pull the coffee table over in front of his chair. Susan stepped up
onto the low table and guided Tom's hands to her panties and hooked
his thumbs inside the elastic waistband. She then slowly pushed his
hands down her thighs so her panties went down with his hands. Tom
slid them down to her feet and she stepped out of them. Now, Susan was
completely naked, dancing on the table in all her glory before the
entire crowd, and especially Tom, whose face was level and close to
her beautiful, trimmed pussy.
Marcy moved closer to record this special, fantastic moment.
Susan started to get down, but Marcy asked her to stay and pose for
just a few more seconds. Tom put his arms around Susan's thighs and
pulled her against him. She put her hands around his neck and pulled
his head into her so that his nose and mouth were buried in her pussy.
There wasn't a soft cock in the place!
After a few more seconds, Marcy thanked Susan and Susan
stepped down and picked up her dress. She told Tom to keep her bra and
panties as a memento, along with the video.
Flushed and still naked, Susan ran upstairs to dress in the
dress, stockings, garterbelt and heels. The whole crowd cheered when
she returned, and the party got underway.
Tom thanked me again and again for letting Susan dance for
him. We both have a copy of the video to remind us of how beautiful,
sexy, and exciting my wife is.
I loved having her dance for the party. It's such a thrill
knowing our friends shared in seeing my beautiful, young wife's
fantastic, sexy body.
- Name and Address withheld by request.
* * *
READERS' MAIL . . . JANUARY, 1991
HOOKED ON DANCING!
My husband sent the above letter to your magazine almost four
years ago. Everything in it is true, it just doesn't tell the *WHOLE*
story. Your readers may be interested in hearing the rest.
It wasn't my idea to dance at Tom's party, but, in truth, when
it was suggested, I LOVED the idea. I can't explain why, and it
surprised me at the time, but the idea of dancing and showing myself
off in front of other people really turned me on. I acted innocent,
and "allowed" myself to be coaxed into performing, but inside, I
didn't hesitate for a second.
As Dave described me in the letter, I am attractive and
definitely a bit "top-heavy." I also had noticed Tom and the other
husbands sneaking their peeks at me whenever they could. I like my
body and work hard to keep it firm and tight and I never minded their
looking. And I think Dave enjoyed other men "eyeing" his young,
"trophy" wife.
Anyway, I prepared carefully for the party, just as Dave
described. I was so excited and hot, I could barely breathe as I
dressed and we drove to Tom's house. Waiting for him to arrive was
pure torture!
When the music started and I danced into the room, I felt like
I had been waiting my whole life for that moment! I was transported!
Dave described my dance pretty well.
I was so excited, I felt like I was on the verge of a gigantic
orgasm the whole time. I had purchased the see-through lingerie
because I was sure that that was as far as the wives and Dave would
tolerate my strip. When they urged me to continue and yelled "Take it
off!" I almost forgot to give Dave a questioning glance before
proceeding. I was thrilled to keep going.
What no one saw was, at the very end, when I held Tom's face
to my pussy, his tongue shot straight into my wet snatch and flicked
my clit a few times! No wonder my legs were wobbly as I climbed off
the coffee table!
I gathered up my dress, stockings, heels and garterbelt to the
applause of our friends. Realizing that putting clothes on in front of
a crowd wasn't nearly as sexy as taking them off, I ran up the stairs,
to dress in a bedroom.
Dave didn't mention that Tom soon followed me upstairs to
"change out of his golf clothes." I was already dressed and was
combing my hair when Tom rapped softly on the open door and said,
"I'll never be able to thank you for the thrill you've just given me,
Susan."
Totally giving in to the moment, without a thought of the
possible risks and repercussions, aroused, wet, and feeling more lusty
that I had ever felt in my life, I opened the door and smiled at Tom,
"Come on in and maybe we can think of a way."
I knew from his eyes and the expression on his face that I had
caught him totally off guard. Still standing, I spread my legs, bent
over the bed and threw the skirt of my dress up and over my hips.
"Come on, Tom. You have to finish what you started with your
tongue downstairs."
Now, it was Tom who didn't need coaxing. His pants and
underwear were down at his ankles in a flash. And just as quickly, he
pressed his cock into my still sopping-wet cunt.
I started to cum as soon as he entered me and he soon
followed. I wiped off with a tissue and ran downstairs as Tom stayed
to change. We couldn't have been upstairs together longer than 3 or 4
minutes! No one had a suspicion and that is clear from Dave's letter.
Dave failed to mention that Tom and all the other husbands knew I was
naked under my dress for the rest of the party! It turned me on
knowing that, and I loved it when I was the object of their sneaky
cheap-feels and gooses the rest of the night.
Tom and I never really discussed our "quickie" but his
flirting became a little more aggressive. As did most of the other
husbands' flirting. I guess when a man sees you do a striptease and
you show them your tits and pussy, they right away think you're some
kind of loose woman (haha!)!
Bill had his birthday two months after Tom's. All during the
party, the husbands were teasing me to do another strip. "Fair is
fair!" they all said. And I would have LOVED a repeat performance, but
since none of the wives mentioned it, I behaved. I think all the
wives had seen more than enough of me at Tom's party!
About 5 months after Tom's party, I got a call from Steve at
work. He jokingly moaned about not having his own "Strip-o-Gram" the
previous weekend at his party, too. He went on to say Sally, his wife,
was out of town for the approaching weekend and he was wondering what
it would take to persuade me to give a "birthday dance - just a dance"
for him.
I knew that this was more than a innocent, casual request from
a friend. He wasn't asking to borrow the car. I could tell he wanted
more than "just a dance." Steve was Tom's boss, and I assumed that Tom
had told him about our little "upstairs episode."
I thought about it for a few minutes and realized I very much
wanted to feel as sexy and alive as I did the time I danced at Tom's
party.
I called Steve back, "I owe Bill a dance, too. Have him there,
also, and I'll come over and dance for you boys on Saturday
afternoon."
I left the house with my dress in my gym bag on Saturday,
telling Dave I was going shopping and then to the gym for a "workout."
I drove to the mall and bought the blackest, sexiest, lacy-+est undies
I could find and dressed in the change room. When I rang Steve's bell,
I knew from the stares I had gotten in the mall that I looked HOT!
I had made a tape to play while I was dancing, and it hadn't
even finished before I was naked on Steve's living room floor, sucking
Bill's cock while Steve fucked me doggie-style. The three of us fucked
and sucked the afternoon away, until we were exhausted.
When I got home, Dave asked if I had a good workout!
I smiled and told him I had the best workout in months, and I
was going to have to do that more often!
That began my secret life. Stripping in front of eager men was
the trigger for me to act as slutty as I wanted. I loved the way it
made me feel, and my orgasms were the most intense of my life.
Steve threw a private party for Phil, the next birthday boy,
at a motel. All five of the husbands (other than Dave) were there and
after dancing, I fucked and sucked all of them before we left.
They all made dates with me, and I went with them, but the sex
with them individually was never as good as when I danced for them and
then fucked all of them.
Soon, Steve approached me about taking my act "on the road."
He was entertaining some clients and wanted to know if I'd be
interested in being part of the "entertainment." I agreed, and on a
whim, told him since this wasn't for a friend, I wouldn't be free.
Charging for my "services" made me feel that much more a slut and that
much sexier.
Usually, my "job" entailed dinner and drinks with a client or
two at a hotel, and then back up to his (their) room for sex.
Sometimes Steve joined in the fun, and sometimes he left me alone with
the client or clients. Last week was the largest group, yet
- 8 men, including Steve and Tom - at a trade show. By the time they
were all fucked out, my jaw was sore and my pussy felt like I had just
left the delivery room!
So, for nearly the last four years, that's been my life. At
least once a month, usually twice, the five husbands and I get
together at a motel suite, and we spend hours having group sex. I
love it! And five, maybe six times a year, I entertain Steve's
clients.
I wonder if Dave and Marcy and the other wives would still
think my dancing for Tom was such a good idea, if they knew the rest
of the story? (c) J. BOSWELL, June 1990
Article 32301 of alt.sex.stories:
From: Tommy the Tourist (Anon User) <nobody@csua.berkeley.edu>
Subject: Archive: Boswell Hot-Cock @Quicksilver Archive
Date: 26 Aug 1994 17:08:17 GMT
MY COCK-CRAZY WIFE!
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
My wife, Susan, is five feet, one inch tall, under a hundred
pounds - a tiny lady. She is a beautiful, red-haired, green-eyed,
sexy, young woman. She has great legs, a tight, round ass, and the
biggest tits imaginable on such a petite frame. They don't sag and
look positively mouthwatering without a bra. I love Susan very much
and respect her as a person, but I have to admit that what first
caught my eye were these huge, firm 34-D's on such a tiny girl.
We've been married a little over five years, and have had a
great marriage - until now.
Susan has a much older sister, Linda, who looks completely
different from Susan. Linda is tall and skinny (not thin - skinny),
probably 5'10" or 5'11", with no ass or tits. Anyway, Linda is a very
successful realtor living in San Diego, and we hadn't seen her since
our wedding day. We exchanged Christmas cards and photos, and the
sisters called each other, but that was it, until last month.
I don't get to travel as often as I used to (damned FAX
machines!), so when I was assigned a trip to San Diego, I called Susan
right away and suggested she join me so she could visit her sister.
Susan wanted to surprise Linda so we didn't announce our
arrival, and instead, we just drove to her house, walked up to the
front door, and rang the bell. There was no answer.
Susan suggested we look around back in case Linda was in the
pool or gardening. As we approached the high privacy fence around the
pool area, we heard voices. Both Susan and I pushed our faces close to
the fence and peeked between the redwood slats.
I had never seen anything like it in my life! Linda was face
down on several towels, on her knees with her ass high in the air,
while this tan, young guy was ramming in and out of her cunt with the
biggest cock I have ever seen on a man - and it wasn't just long, it
was thick, too.
And that's when all my troubles began!
Watching Susan's reaction to the sight before us, I could see
that she was completely turned-on.
A virgin when we married, she had often told me that my normal
six-inch cock was perfect and that even it stretched her tight cunt at
times. I'm sure she had never even imagined a cock the size of the one
plowing into her sister. I have seen more than a few x-rated videos,
and the cock I was watching was bigger than any I had ever seen, even
on the famous professional stars. I felt major male insecurities at
that moment.
I saw that this wasn't the right time to disturb Linda and her
friend and I pulled Susan away from the fence. We returned to the
rental car and waited about an hour. Later, when Linda opened the door
to our knock, the two sisters had a happy, tear-filled reunion and we
met Jason, the guy now living with Linda.
At 20 years old, Jason was 21 years Linda's junior, and was
almost five years younger than Susan and I. He was muscle- beefy,
tanned, and blonde - the perfect California stud. Over dinner, we
found out that Jason had been Linda's pool maintenance boy before he
moved in with her.
Linda insisted that Susan and I stay with her and Jason, so
after dinner we collected our things from the hotel and drove back out
to Linda's house. There was a note on our bed asking us to join them
out at the pool.
It was a beautiful night and the pool area was beautifully
lit. Linda was on a chaise, her skinny body wrapped in two thin strips
of red cloth passing for a bikini. Jason was in long white swim
trunks, and the long, thick outline of his soft cock was clearly
visible, and not missed by Susan's blatant stare.
We had had drinks before dinner and almost finished three
bottles of wine with dinner, and now, Jason was keeping our glasses
filled with some sweet, tropical concoction and we were not feeling
any pain. Susan, giggling the whole time, told Linda what we had seen
through the fence when we had arrived that afternoon.
Linda went on to tell us that the first time Jason screwed
her, it had been fast and furious in the dark, and she hadn't seen how
big his cock was until it was all over. She laughed loudly and said,
"I couldn't believe I had really taken in all that pink meat, but I
had, and I wanted it again! They say it ain't the meat but the motion,
little Susie, but don't believe them!"
Then she stood and said that we were all family and didn't
need suits in her pool. She dropped the two pieces of her suit and
jumped into the pool.
Jason stood close to our chairs and slowly dropped his shorts.
Susan was all eyes as Jason hesitated long enough to give her a good
look at his merchandise and then he jumped into the pool.
I could hear Susan's raspy breathing as she looked at me and
asked, "Well, Mike, should we?"
I didn't know what to say. Skinny-dipping was something sexy
that we had never tried, but I was beginning to feel uncomfortable
with the sexual tension obviously growing between Jason and my wife.
Just then, Susan stood up, peeled her modest one-piece bathing
suit off, and dove into the water.
She was barely wet when Jason swam right over to her and put
his arms around her from behind and filled his hands with my wife's
tits!
Susan's hands disappeared below the water and I watched as
Jason's smile got even bigger.
"He's crazy over little Susie's big tits," said Linda as she
sat down on the chaise with me. "It's the only thing he's talked about
since you two got here. And if you ask me, she's crazy for his big
cock."
I stared in disbelief as Susan turned to face Jason and kissed
him passionately.
"This can't be happening," I said. "We've never fooled around
before."
"Relax, Mike, what's a harmless little fling? Especially when
you're watching? You're in Southern California, now. Don't spoil
little Susie's fun!"
That didn't help matters as I watched Susan and Jason climb
out of the pool and lay on a towel. Susan had the head of Jason's
monstrous, erect cock in her mouth, sucking it with all her might, as
Jason noisily slurped at my wife's cunt.
Then I felt a hand on my cock. It was Linda and I was
surprised to notice that my dick was as hard as a rock. She bent over
and sucked me into her mouth as I continued to watch my wife's slutty
performance.
After a few more minutes of sixty-nining, Jason got up and
collected cushions off the lawn furniture, which he threw on the deck,
and then rolled Susan onto her back on them. He then knelt right up
against my wife's ass and pulled and hoisted her buttocks up into the
air, sliding the cushions around, under her.
* * *
I knew what was coming next, and as much as I wanted to stop
it, I couldn't. And it wasn't the so-so blow job that Linda was giving
me that held me back. I didn't want to cause a scene, and, most of
all, I was afraid Susan wouldn't stop if I asked her to.
By now, Susan's legs were wide-spread and Jason was in
position with his monster-cock poised at the entrance to my wife's
obviously wet cunt.
Linda looked up from my prick and said, "He measures just over
fourteen inches long and just over seven inches around. Magnificent,
isn't it? Don't worry about little Susie, he's good at what he does,
and I'm betting he can bury it to his balls!"
I gasped for my wife, watching Jason slowly work his giant rod
into her stretched-open pussy. Susan was moaning and grunting,
pounding on Jason's back with her tiny hands.
Steady, steady, Jason kept up his invasion of her tiny cunt.
* * *
I was waiting for Susan to yell "stop!" or scream in pain, but
she didn't. Sooner than I thought possible, it looked like Jason had
his entire length buried in my wife. She had taken it all!
They laid still together for a few minutes, then after a few
more moments of slow thrusting, Jason began to pound that big dick in
and out of my wife's cunt with all of his energy. He lifted his hips
away, until he was almost out, and then slammed back down into her. I
could hear her wet cunt slurping loudly as it succumbed to Jason's
onslaught.
Then, his tempo and power increased even more and Susan went
completely wild. She was delirious with lust and passion, scraping his
back with her nails, pulling his ass deeper between her legs. She was
fucking him like some animal locked in mortal combat.
And, then, they started to come. It wasn't slow or gentle. It
was an explosion! Susan came with a scream and almost-pained moans and
gasps. Again and again, she clenched her arms and legs around Jason.
Finally, with a deep grunt, Jason tightened his asscheeks and curled
his toes as he shot his cum into my wife's cunt.
I filled Linda's mouth with my cum as I watched Jason fill my
wife's pussy with his.
They laid together a few moments, catching their breathe, and
then Jason began sliding his cock out of Susan's cunt.
"No!" she whimpered.
He removed his dick and Susan's cunt lips slowly closed. I
watched a huge wad of Jason's slimy cum flow out of her pussy and run
down between her ass cheeks to the cushions below her.
Linda stood over my wife and laughed, "He's something, isn't
he, little sister?"
"I... I never... ohh... " Susan gasped in a soft voice.
"Well, give him five minutes and a soft bed, and you will
think you've died and gone to heaven. How about us girls switch
bedrooms for the night? Mike? Is that alright with you?"
I wanted to yell "No! Of course it's not alright!" but I
didn't. Something in Susan's eyes, the way they were almost pleading
with me, stopped me from saying what I wanted to say. Instead, I
nodded a small nod, "Hey! It's Southern California, right?"
"That's right, Mike," said Linda, "I don't have to ask Jason
if he wants to switch. The way he's looking at your big tits, little
Susie, I know you're in for a long night!"
And she was. Linda fell asleep soon after I finished fucking
her bony frame, but I laid awake in the bed listening to Jason and my
wife having the time of their lives. They moaned and groaned and
grunted and sighed and screamed in pleasure, time after time after
time. The only actual words I heard all night was Susan pleading with
Jason, "Oh, no, not my ass! Please, not there! Ow! Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh,
yes! Shove it all the way in, you bastard!"
It was disgusting, but it was only just beginning.
On Monday, I had to begin my sales calls for the week and
Linda had to open her office, and that left Jason and Susan home alone
to frolic at the pool, all day, every day.
And frolic they did. I would come home to find them fucking or
sucking or sleeping by the pool, Susan's nude body covered with love
bite marks and dried cum.
On Tuesday, I bent to kiss Susan. She woke up and smiled at me
and said, "Today, Jason fisted me! We're going to have to try that
when we get home!"
"Sure," I said, wondering if Jason was stretching my wife's
cunt beyond recovery.
Saturday finally arrived and Susan put clothes on for the
first time all week. As I put our luggage in the trunk and thanked
Linda, Susan was in the foyer, her skirt up at her waist and leaning
on the stairs, taking Jason's monster up her cunt one more time for a
good-bye fuck.
Susan slept all the way home on the plane. Finally home and in
bed together, Susan kissed me deeply.
"Thank you for this week, Mike."
"You seemed happy. What was I going to say?"
"You could have said `no.'"
"Would it have stopped you, Susan?"
"I don't know. I'm just grateful you didn't say it."
"He was good." It was a statement.
"Mike, I don't know how to tell you this without hurting you,
but this last week was the best sex of my life. I have never been
fucked like that before, and now I'm worried I'll never be fucked like
that, again."
"We could try."
Thirty minutes later we rolled apart. I knew Susan had had
several orgasms, but I also knew something else.
"It wasn't the same, was it, Susan?"
"Maybe it was just too soon. Or, maybe-"
"Or maybe it will never be the same, with me, Susan. You loved
his big cock."
A tear squeezed out of her eye and she bit her lip as she
nodded a tight, quick nod. "But, I love you, Mike!"
"I know, Susan."
The next morning, I awoke with an idea. "I guess we can invite
your sister and Jason in for a visit, Susan."
"Sure, but Linda said she's never been busier, and never takes
any time off."
"Do you have any ideas?"
"Well... I've been thinking. Maybe there's a man on this side
of the country that would like to fool around."
* * *
Maybe you've seen Susan's ad in the free paper's classifieds.
It's been very successful, and has provided a steady stream of well-
endowed men knocking on our door and fucking my wife senseless.
Wanted: A REAL man. Beautiful, petite, young
woman is searching for the man with the
biggest "club." Are you that rare man who
measures up? Anything less than 10" by 6"
doesn't. The applicant MUST pass the minimum
entrance requirements, but it's worth it.
BOX FPL0927
Susan keeps very detailed and complete records. She has yet to
find a stud to measure up to Jason, but she keeps looking.
I keep telling myself that it's just a phase, it's just a
phase, just a phase... (c) J. BOSWELL, January 1992
Article 32302 of alt.sex.stories:
From: Tommy the Tourist (Anon User) <nobody@csua.berkeley.edu>
Subject: Archive: Boswell JB-Hook @Quicksilver Archive
Date: 26 Aug 1994 17:08:49 GMT
JUST A LITTLE COUNTRY GIRL
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
Born and raised on a farm in a small West Virginia town, I
certainly was not prepared for the fantastic things that have happened
to me in the last year.
* * *
I was a virgin when I married Duane right out of high school.
We were everybody's "perfect couple" - he played football, and I was a
cheerleader.
Duane worked hard for a lot of years, and, last year, got the
"big" promotion he deserved and was transferred to Baltimore. We had
to leave our little town for the first time in our lives. It was very
scary, but our minister gave us an introduction letter to a church
just outside of Baltimore, and the people at our new church were the
greatest - making us feel at home, helping us settle in, etc.
As you can guess, I was the dumb little country girl in the
big city for the first time - I had never been exposed to all the sex
and violence and four-letter words in the "outside" world. Duane and I
were about even in the sex department, and I didn't believe people
could do the things to each other that I have recently discovered they
do.
Duane and I have been married nine years and we normally made
love maybe two or three times a month, and, although I was unaware of
this, I had never experienced an orgasm in all the years of my
marriage. We had sex in the traditional, "missionary" position, and as
soon as Duane reached his climax, he would get up and take a shower,
and then I'd take mine. To me, the sex felt good but I thought that
was all there was to it. We had never tried, or even discussed, oral
sex or anything else for that matter.
Duane's job keeps him on the road constantly and he is gone
more than he's home. We bought a house when we moved to Baltimore, and
the upkeep and expenses in the area are demanding. We live near a
large state university and decided to rent out a room to a college
student. Duane and I didn't want just anybody living in our house, so
we were fortunate enough to have a church member recommend her nephew
to us.
* * *
My story really begins last August, when our college student,
Jason, moved in. As part of the rental agreement, I made his bed
everyday and cleaned his room. A couple of weeks after he moved in, I
found a whole stack of "adult" magazines under his bed. There were
"Playboys" and "Penthouses," but there were also magazines with only
pictures called things like "Stockings and Lace," "Bush Basher," "Anal
Honeys," and "Big Tit Fuckers." I was amazed and shocked at what I saw
in the pictures and what I read in the letters and stories. But every
day, I dug another one out to read or look at.
One afternoon, Jason came in unexpectedly and caught me
sitting on his bed, reading his magazines. I was embarrassed beyond
words, and wanted to die! I could feel myself blush from head to toe,
and Jason tried to console me, telling me not to be ashamed. We began
to talk, and he asked me a lot of questions about my attitude towards
sex, and even my experiences. I had never talked to anyone about sex,
and I just opened up for the first time in my life. After a long
conversation, he finally convinced me that I had never really
experienced sex to the fullest and knew nothing of its pleasures.
To make a long (and I'm sure, obvious) story short, within two
weeks, Jason seduced me and we began having sex every day.
Soon after we started, Jason insisted on performing oral sex
on me. I resisted at first, but finally gave in, and within a few
short minutes, I experienced the most wonderful orgasm of my life!
From that second on, I couldn't get enough of his sucking and screwing
me. He never failed to bring me to climax and I was so hooked on his
wonderful body and tongue that I would have done almost anything to
have him suck me.
Several days later, Jason asked me to perform oral sex on him.
Of course, I refused, telling him that I had never done anything like
that, even with Duane. He told me that he would not suck me until I
sucked him. Two days later I gave in and started sucking him
regularly.
From that day on, our schedule was for me to suck him until he
came (and I swallowed it all), then we would make love until he came a
second time, and then he would suck me until I had my greatest orgasm
of the day. Somehow, each day and each orgasm was better than the
last. Needless to say, I loved every second of our lovemaking.
Jason soon told me that he wanted me to go out and buy a very
specific sexy outfit for him. Everything was to be black. The dress
was to be very short and tight. I was also to get a sexy lace bra and
tiny lace panties, garterbelt, stockings and the highest patent
leather, high heels I could find. I bought the items as soon as I
could afford them, finding the shoes at a Goodwill store. Of course, I
had to hide my new outfit so that Duane wouldn't see it.
Almost everyday, when I dressed up in my outfit, it would
drive Jason absolutely nuts. He would go wild and our lovemaking hit
new heights of excitement. I would walk around in my outfit for him,
and then he would undress me down to the garterbelt, nylons and heels
and I would keep those on as we made love and sucked each other. We
had a wonderful relationship. We would carry on like this everyday and
I would have two, three, even sometimes four orgasms a day!
One day, after classes resumed after Christmas break, Jason
came home from class and, out of the blue, told me he wanted me to
dress up in my black outfit and go with him to a friend's apartment.
He said he wanted to show my outfit to his friend. When I absolutely
refused, he announced that there would be no more sex, not even
sucking, and left the house to live with his friend.
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and called Jason at his
friend's apartment. People (including Duane) were asking me where
Jason was and why he wasn't home. But the real reason was, I now
needed my constant sex, and I especially needed Jason to suck me off
to my wonderful orgasms. On the phone, I pleaded with Jason to come
back and he didn't agree until I told him I ted me to do.
Jason returned in two days, and after about a week, our
routine was back to normal. The following weekend, Duane was out of
town, and Jason told me that he had set up a party with a friend of
his (Mark), and that I was to wear my sexy outfit. I was too ashamed
to risk being seen in public in the outfit, so I carried it in a small
gym bag. When we arrived at Mark's apartment, Jason introduced me as
his "sexy landlady," and said, "Her husband is out of town and
anything goes!" I was so embarrassed in front of this total stranger.
Jason then went into the kitchen to make drinks, and Mark put his arm
around me, telling me to put on the little outfit he had "heard so
much about."
When I had finished dressing, Mark kissed me and ran his hand
down inside the top of my dress, feeling my breasts. I pulled away and
yelled for Jason to drive me home. He said that I had promised to do
whatever he wanted, and that now was the time to prove it. He then
downed his entire drink, spun me around and unzipped my dress. It
dropped to the floor as he said to Mark, "Check out this fantastic
body! Have you ever seen any better?"
I stood there, trembling and fighting back tears as Jason
unhooked my bra and pulled off my panties. I can never explain how
embarrassed and humiliated I was standing there, almost naked, in
front of a total stranger, and seeing the excitement blaze in his
eyes.
Jason pushed me down on Mark's lap and went to make another
round of drinks. Mark's hands were all over my body - squeezing,
caressing, rubbing. Feeling my breasts, squeezing my hard nipples,
until finally, his hand forced its way between my thighs and found my
clitoris. Jason returned with the drinks and said, "Let's go to the
bedroom," where they both undressed and pushed me on the bed between
them.
That Friday night (and Saturday morning!) from 9:00 p.m. to
4:00 a.m., the three of us participated in a sex orgy that was totally
unbelievable and beyond anything I had ever dreamed possible. Jason
screwed me three times, and Mark screwed me four times! Each of them
sucked me until I reached orgasms, and I sucked both of them off
twice. While Jason was screwing me, Mark straddled my chest and put
his cock into my mouth. Then they would switch, and Mark would screw
me from behind as I sucked Jason, lying on the bed. Jason fell asleep
first and then Mark, and that's the order I woke each of them the next
morning, by sucking them to orgasm.
After that night, we returned to Mark's apartment at least
once a week, for repeat performances. One night during the week, two
classmates stopped by and Mark invited them in. Within seconds they
were naked and getting on the bed. Jason insisted that I have sex with
them, too. They didn't even tell me their names, and before the night
was over, both of them had screwed me twice, and I had sucked them
both off to climaxes, not counting what I did with Jason and Mark!
Towards the end of the semester, Jason started bringing guys
home from class with him, telling me to have sex with them. When I
counted them up, I realized I had had sex with eleven total strangers
(not counting Mark!). Every time I refused, Jason threatened to move
out, again, and I knew he meant it. After the first time with me, some
of them stopped back and had sex with me, even if Jason wasn't home!
Last week, at the end of the semester, Jason told me he wanted
me to go to a party with him. By then, I had an idea what kind of
party it would be, so I refused. He then told me that if I agreed to
go, he would find a job nearby, and stay at the house all Summer,
instead of moving back to New Jersey until the Fall semester. Of
course, I couldn't bear the thought of four months without sex with
Jason, so I agreed to go.
When I walked into the party in my black outfit, it was
immediately obvious that I was the only woman there. The guys, some of
whom had been to the house with Jason, all took turns dancing with me,
and that was fun. But within an hour, I was being led down the hall,
into a bedroom, and being stripped at Jason's urging. For the next
four hours, I had continuous sex, until all ten men were exhausted,
and I couldn't get them aroused any more.
That party made me stop and think about where my life was
headed. I think I still love Duane, even though he can't even oral sex
with Duane, but he says it just doesn't sound "proper" or "polite." In
fact, he said it was "perverted."
* * *
I know I'm on a wild ride with Jason and his college friends.
I just don't know how to stop it. I know guys talk, and soon, word
about these orgies is bound to get out to someone. I'm even running
out of excuses for why I miss so many Sunday services when Duane is
out of town!
Just today, Jason came home from his new construction job for
the Summer and said he was telling all his coworkers about what a sexy
landlady he had!
* * *
(C) J. BOSWELL, September 1990
Article 32303 of alt.sex.stories:
From: Tommy the Tourist (Anon User) <nobody@csua.berkeley.edu>
Subject: Archive: Boswell Hot-Boss @Quicksilver Archive
Date: 26 Aug 1994 17:09:04 GMT
My Party Treasure
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
My wife, Dawn, and I were married a little over 3 years ago
when she was still 17 and I was 22. We had dated for a while and
neither of us had ever experimented very much with sex before we met,
and we enjoyed sex together, but all too soon after getting married it
became somewhat routine.
For the last four years, I've been working the midnight shift
at "The Point" and I try to keep a close relationship with my boss,
Bob. Bob is a huge guy and a really tough boss, but he is alright if
you stay on his good side. With that in mind, I even invited him to my
wedding, which was soon after I started working for him.
Our apartment is close to work, so Bob started stopping off
there after work to have a few cold beers before he goes home to his
wife and kids. Naturally, at this hour, Dawn was just getting up and
was usually still in her nightgown or just a t-shirt and robe.
Needless to say, Bob got to see a lot of my wife. Since this
kind of excited me, and I knew Bob was enjoying it, I told Dawn not to
be so shy, and maybe even sometimes put on a little tease show for his
benefit. Dawn giggled and blushed when I suggested this, but soon
after our little talk, Dawn started walking around in just her bra and
panties, or a short nightie or shirt with nothing on underneath. Bob
obviously loved this and would tease her a lot about her big tits or
long legs or tight ass; and sometimes he even pulled her down on his
lap, feeling-up her tits or putting his big hand between her thighs.
One night, Bob told me he was leaving early, but that he would
still meet me at my apartment for his morning brewskis. I had a
suspicion that he was in one of his real drinking moods and was going
to my apartment to get an early start - there aren't all that many
places to go at 4 o'clock in the morning - but there wasn't too much I
could do about it. I just hoped that if that was where he was going,
Dawn didn't piss him off somehow.
I was right - Bob's car was already in the parking lot when I
got home and I dreaded Bob's mood since he had a 4 hour head start on
the beers.
When I opened the door, I saw Dawn, naked, sitting on Bob's
lap on the sofa. Bob seemed to be in a great mood and said that Dawn
had been "entertaining" him in the bedroom for the last four hours,
and he hoped that I didn't mind.
What was I going to say? Dawn sure seemed willing and Bob
could make my life hell at work and, besides, the whole thing did kind
of turn me on.
(I later found out from Dawn that she thought it was me
knocking on the door at 4 a.m. and was very surprised to see Bob
standing there grinning at her. He told her that he had been "window
shopping" long enough and was ready for the real thing. Dawn told me
she wasn't really awake yet, and before she knew what was happening,
Bob had her down on the sofa and had dropped his pants and was trying
to enter her. She said she was scared of him and how strong he was and
she didn't want to make trouble for me at work, so after the first
time he fucked her, she just played along with whatever he wanted to
do to her.)
* * *
Well, that visit started a new routine. Every morning, when
Bob and I got to our apartment, Dawn would blow both of us and then
Bob would take her into the bedroom and fuck her a time or two before
he left to go home and she left for work. I wasn't all that jealous of
Bob, and Dawn seemed to be enjoying the attention. She said that it
was like having two husbands. Some mornings, she'd really put on a
show, stripping and strutting around, showing off her terrific body.
Even work was going great. They had to let people go right and
left, but I stayed, and even got a small raise. When the lay-offs
started, Bob put me into a specialty job classification, which kept me
pretty safe from being bumped. I worked hard, but I was still a rookie
with only four years of seniority, so I also knew that Dawn
entertaining Bob had a lot to do with me having a job.
One morning, a couple of months after all the sex started, Bob
asked me if we could have a Bachelor Party at my apartment for one of
the guys we work with. I said sure.
Later that morning, as Dawn was kneeling between his legs,
blowing him, Bob asked Dawn if she would be hostess at this party,
serving drinks and things. Dawn said she'd love to, and would call in
for the day off, so she could stay home and help.
* * *
On the day of the party, Bob and I left work early and got
back to the apartment to see that Dawn had done a great job decorating
and getting all the food and beer ready.
Bob handed Dawn a box and told her it was something to wear at
the party. Dawn called out from the bedroom that it was too low and
wide-cut to wear a bra. Bob laughed and said that that was why he
picked it. Dawn did look fantastic. The dress was real short and
plunged down in the front almost to the waist.
When the guys started arriving, Bob made a point to introduce
Dawn to them and you could tell from their looks that they liked what
they saw.
Dawn and I were in the kitchen fixing food when Bob came in
and told Dawn to loosen up and act as sexy as she looked. He said he
didn't buy her that dress for her to act like "Emily Fuckin' Post."
Dawn rolled her eyes at me and shrugged. Then she started
serving drinks, and when she bent over, you could see her naked tits
from the front and her tiny white panties from the back. The guys
(there was a total of nine of us) were going crazy and Dawn was loving
all the attention. Dancing with all the guys, I could see them feeling
her ass or reaching down her dress to feel a naked boob.
Soon, Dawn's dress was off her shoulders and hanging from her
waist, and she was proudly displaying her large, round tits for all
the guys. Whenever she got near one, he would reach up and grab one or
even lick a nipple. She was going from lap to lap, laughing, kissing
and being felt up.
I went to take a pee, and Bob was just finishing up.
"Hey, boy," he said, "this party is starting to roll, now.
I'm gonna see if I can talk your sexy, little wife into blowing the
guest of honor. He'd love that hot little mouth of hers wrapped around
his schlong!"
Bob stepped out of the room, laughed out loud and then told me
to come look.
The guest of honor was sitting on a chair in the center of the
living room and Dawn was naked, on her knees in front of him, sucking
away at his cock.
Bob laughed again and said, "I guess she had the idea on her
on, huh? Damn! What a sexy little slut she is!"
In the next hour or so, Dawn sucked all nine of us until we
came in her mouth. A couple of the guys said they wanted to fuck her,
but she said they couldn't and just had to be happy with what they
got. And they were.
Bob got sucked off right after the groom-to-be, and I was
last.
As Dawn was blowing me she looked up and said, "Are you having
as much fun as I am?!"
I could only nod as I began to shoot my load into her mouth.
When Dawn finished with me, Bob lifted her up on to our
coffee table and made her bend over so he could slowly insert his thick
cock into my wife's virgin asshole as we all watched and cheered him
on.
She whimpered a little as he entered her, and she begged him
to take it out, but he just kept pulling her back and forth on his
prick. He kept it up for at least five minutes, before he pulled out
of her and commanded her to suck him dry. kneeling on the coffee table,
she took him into her mouth and began sucking and licking and slurping
as hard as she could. Bob shuddered a moment, and then he allowed
himself to shoot his cum into her mouth.
Dawn stood up, put her hands on her hips, looked around the
room at all the lust-filled faces and said, "Well, after what Bob just
did to me, I sure don't have any secrets from you guys. Now you've
seen it all! I'm not calling it quits, but the floor and coffee table
don't cut it. So, if anybody's interested, I'll be in the bedroom."
Until the party finally died late that afternoon, and everyone
left, Dawn was available on the bed to anyone who wanted her. Fucking
or sucking - it didn't matter to her. There was a line at our bedroom
door all day.
* * *
Everyone had a great time at that first party, and all the
guys thanked me at work the next day.
Since then, we've had a lot of parties and the guys from work
often just stop over for a quick blow job or fuck on the way home in
the morning. Bob has even brought his boss over several times to enjoy
Dawn's easy pleasures.
Dawn's having a ball and just told me that her younger sister
is coming over to join in the fun at the next party. (c) J. BOSWELL,
March 1990
Article 32304 of alt.sex.stories:
From: Tommy the Tourist (Anon User) <nobody@csua.berkeley.edu>
Subject: Archive: Boswell JB-Jam @Quicksilver Archive
Date: 26 Aug 1994 17:09:46 GMT
TRAFFIC JAMMIN'
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
Damn this Beltway! God damn this stupid Beltway!
I had just finished a double shift at the hospital. My relief
was a Dear, showing up a little early, and letting me get out of there
sooner than I expected. I was exhausted but still keyed up, and I
wanted to get home and shower. But first, I had to pick up the girls
at my mother's and stop and get something for dinner. Of course, the
air-conditioner in the car still didn't work, but it was only about 98
degrees in the shade, anyway!
I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the
Beltway and get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam.
Usually, at four in the afternoon, the Beltway traffic was
slow, just starting the after-work rush hour, but it moved. Today,
the traffic was at a complete stop. My guess was there was a very
large accident somewhere ahead.
With my foot taking root in the brake pedal, my mind began to
drift. Still a little buzzed on all the coffee and a couple of the
little red pills I took to help me through the double shift, my mind
began zinging around, thinking about getting the girls, debating
McDonald's or Chinese for dinner, wondering why Frank couldn't ever
pick up dinner on HIS way home, relaxing in the shower...
realize that I was staring at the most beautiful naked chest I
had ever seen in my life. And it was only two feet from my eyes!
It was gorgeous! Tan and glistening in the bright sunlight,
the skin was taut over rippled muscles. I watched in pure and complete
fascination and delight as a drop of sweat rolled off the left
shoulder, slicing through the patina of dust and pollen, down past the
beautiful, dark rose nipple, over the rib section, down past the
navel, and into the band at the top of the shorts. I was breathing
fast through my clenched teeth and had trouble swallowing.
"Like to take a picture, pretty lady?"
My concentration broken, I shifted my gaze up to the chest's
face. He was young, late high school, early college at the oldest,
sitting on a cooler in the back of a pick-up truck with several other
snickering boys - the truck had some landscaper's name on the door.
The face on top of that chest was beautiful, too.
His hair was thick, sun-lightened and matted to his forehead
with sweat. His large blue eyes shined like they were back-lit. Full
lips. Deeply-tanned, prominent cheekbones. Strong chin, 2-day beard.
This boy-man was any female's erotic daydream.
Traffic started to move!
I panicked! I didn't want to loose this kid! I wasn't ready to
stop looking at him, yet!
What was happening to me? I had never felt like this, before!
I was excited and desperate for this feeling not to end. I had never
done anything like this in my life! I had never cheated on Frank in
our entire married life, and I really wasn't thinking it through that
far; I just wanted more of that chest and that face. I wanted to feel
him!
After a few feet, my car jerked to a stop beside the truck,
again.
"I want more than a picture," I said, "can I give you a ride?"
Over the "woofs" and "ooos" of the other boys, the face
smiled and blushed, "Thanks, I have a ride. I don't need one."
"Well, how about a fuck, then? Do you need one of those?" At
the same time I was saying it, I couldn't believe I was *SAYING* it!
Traffic started to move again, and the truck lurched ahead.
"Hurry!" I shouted through the open window.
To the high-fives of his friends, the face and chest jumped
out of the moving truck, grabbed his lunch cooler, ran back between
the lanes, opened the passenger door, and flopped into the passenger
seat, smiling.
He looked at me, in my whites, "A nurse, huh? My name is
Doug."
I smiled back and immediately moved the car over to the right,
cutting off cars in two lanes, and pulling off the Beltway at the next
exit.
It was that easy? Are all men that easy?
Just off the ramp were several motels, two national chains and
a small, sleazy looking independent. I didn't have to think twice
about my choice - the sleazy one. I filled out the registration, broke
the hundred-dollar bill I keep for emergencies, and grabbed the key
the old man threw on the counter.
The room was three doors down from the office, and I was
turning the air-conditioner up to "HIGH" by the time Doug walked into
the room.
"I better shower," he said.
"No."
"But I'm dirty and sweaty. I've been working outside all day."
I was unzipping my uniform, "No, I want you just like you are,
right now. Sweat and dirt and everything!"
He got the hint and started untying his boots. I dropped my
uniform to the floor and peeled off my pantyhose. My slip, bra and
panties piled up at the foot of the bed. I ripped the spread off the
bed and sat watching Doug.
He saw me watching and made a little production out of
dropping his khaki shorts and boxers. The band of clean, white skin
shone in the dark room. His cock was hard and bobbed up and down.
"Great tits. You sure are sexy," he started, "what's... "
"Don't talk, Doug. I didn't bring you here to talk."
He climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my spread
legs.
"Do it, Doug! God dammit! Do it!"
And he did. His body fell on top of me and his cock banged
around between my legs, searching for my slit. One quick maneuver with
my hand and Doug lunged his hardness home.
He was fucking me!
I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and my legs around his
thighs. I could smell his sweat and feel the gritty dirt on his skin.
He slammed into me, causing me to gasp from the force.
I shifted weight and rolled us both over. Now, he was on his
back and I was riding his hips. His hands moved up to my tits, roughly
cupping them, pinching the nipples, and I settled my hands back on his
thighs, pumping him in and out of my pussy.
He grunted once. Then again. He was cumming! So fast!
I pumped my cunt up and down until his breathing slowed and he
opened his eyes. "Oh, wow, Lady! That was great! How about you?"
"Not yet. Don't move."
I slid my cunt off his softening cock and then moved my face
over his crotch. He dick was a mess, covered with cum. His sweat smell
was strong.
Then I did something I had never done before - I leaned
forward and sucked a sloppy, wet cock into my mouth. His cum taste was
strong and the texture was gooey, but I didn't care. I licked the soft
underside and sucked on the bulb of pink flesh at the end. I licked
his damp and musky balls. My finger searched for his anus (another
first!) and I felt his cock begin to harden in my mouth as I pushed a
finger up his ass. In a moment, he was hard enough.
I knelt on the bed and put my head down to the mattress,
wiggling my ass at his face, "Here! Fuck me!"
He knelt behind me and shoved it up my cunt. No talent, no
finesse, no style, attacking me with a blunt instrument - he was
perfect for what I needed. In a few strokes, I was lit up and cumming
like a three-dollar whore.
Doug was young and it now showed. He slammed his meat into me
for nearly twenty more minutes before he came. I was on one steady
come, hitting new heights every few minutes. When he came, he
collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed, scratching my shoulder
with his beard. We were both breathing hard.
"God! You are one hot woman! You really wanted to get fucked,
didn't you?"
I managed a nod.
He finally got up and went into the bathroom. I was dressed
and tying my shoes when he came out.
"Are we done? Where are you going? I don't even know your
name!"
"I have a life, Doug, and I have to get back to it. You were
great, and just what I needed. Thanks."
"Well, wait up. I need a ride home!"
I put three twenties on the bureau. "You can have the room
till tomorrow morning, if you want. Here's some cash. Watch a dirty
movie, have a pizza delivered, and take a cab home. On me. I have to
get going."
As I closed the door I heard him mumble, "You crazy bitch!"
* * *
I pulled up in front of my mother's house and beeped the horn.
My daughters, 12 and 10, came running out and I waved at their Granny
as I pulled away.
Melissa, the 12 year old, looked over at me, "Wow, Mom, what
have you been doing? You look a mess"
Krissy concurred from the back seat, "Yeah, your hair looks
terrible."
I asked them about their day and we went through McDonald's
Drive-Thru without incident. At home, Frank was just getting out of
his car as we pulled up. He waited and then kissed us all on the
cheeks.
"Hi, Honey. You look like you had a tough day."
"Yeah, it was long and hard. The girls already told me my hair
was a mess. They just don't appreciate the effort I went to, to get it
looking this way!"
He tousled it with his hand, "I noticed, but I thought it
looked sexy. How was the traffic on your end?"
I smiled at him, "Well, Dear, the Beltway was a real mess. I
won't soon forget today's traffic jam. I overheated and this one guy
was really zipping in and out. Then he got behind me, and he just
wouldn't get off my ass."
Frank patted my shoulder, "I know, Julie, there are some real
fucking assholes out there."
"You can say that again, Honey."
Maybe the guilt would come later.
Then, again, maybe it won't! (c) J. BOSWELL, April 1992
Article 32305 of alt.sex.stories:
From: Tommy the Tourist (Anon User) <nobody@csua.berkeley.edu>
Subject: Archive: Boswell Hot Job @Quicksilver Archive
Date: 26 Aug 1994 17:09:54 GMT
On the Job Benefits
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
My wife, Karen, is a beautiful woman with a dynamite body.
The first thing men notice about Karen are her large breasts, which
are "D" cups and look out of proportion on her otherwise slim, petite
body.
When I first met Karen she was heavier and very much aware of
the effect her body (especially her tits) had on men, and was
embarrassed by it. Because of that, she always wore baggy clothing
which made her look really overweight. She lacked confidence in
herself and her appearance and seldom wore make-up.
After we were married (eleven years ago), I was able to slowly
begin to change the way she felt about herself. I complimented her
when she was naked and especially when she wore some of her less-baggy
clothes, and I always made a point to compare her favorably to other
women. As a result, Karen finally became motivated to wear tighter,
more figure-revealing clothing. I always bought her sexy things,
including tops with plunging necklines, stockings and garterbelts,
high heels, and tight skirts to urge her on. Last Christmas, I bought
her a complete hair and make-up "make-over" at a local salon. It was
all money well spent!
Finally, I could see a change taking place as her confidence
was built. She began aerobics and bicycling until, now, she's slimmed
down and her body is tight and hard and she loves being admired - even
to the point of being a bit of an exhibitionist. I have always been
proud of Karen, supporting the change, and even encouraging her to
dress sexy and act sexy.
One night in bed, we were talking about the way she looked and
how much I liked it, when Karen said she knew from the way I reacted
that I loved it when she flirted with other guys. I admitted to her
that I had gone even farther than that by fantasizing about watching
her make love to another guy. Karen blushed and admitted her favorite
fantasy since she was a teenager was about making love to several men
at the same time. We joked about both of us living out our fantasies
at the same time, by letting me watch as she fucked a bunch of guys!
Karen laughed but she said she could never go any farther than
flirting with me around. I teased her and told her to just tell me all
about her escapades when they were over.
Karen took me at my word. Here's what happened soon after that
night.
* * *
Karen works for a large builders' supply discount business
that's in a huge warehouse with a small sales area in the front.
She's the only woman worker, working at the service counter and also
taking inventory in the warehouse. One of her co-workers, Brad, was
always grabbing at her, feeling her ass, brushing the sides of her
tits, etc., and telling her how he wanted to "fuck her big titties."
He's the owner's young nephew, so there was no point in Karen making a
big deal out of it to the boss.
One Summer morning, they were predicting temperatures and
humidity in the high nineties, and since the place isn't air-
conditioned, Karen dressed for work in a bra, summer top and short
skirt.
Brad always opened the place up and Karen always arrived early
to get the counter ready. Karen said she was making the coffee when,
like a homing pigeon, Brad came up behind her in the warehouse and
grabbed her hips and pressed his groin into her ass.
This time, however, instead of pulling away as in the past,
Karen pressed herself back into him. Brad, not one to miss a cue,
immediately brought both hands up around Karen to cup her breasts. As
he massaged her large tits, Karen continued to grind against his
crotch. Brad spun her around and started to French kiss her as his
hand made its way under her skirt and down into her panties. His eager
finger found her honey pot and he started finger-fucking my wife as he
rubbed her clit with his thumb.
Karen told me she was beside herself with lust and losing all
control as she tried to catch her breath and could feel her heart
beating wildly.
Brad lifted her summer shirt completely off, unsnapped her
bra, and then stepped back for a moment to enjoy the sight of my
wife's round, naked tits. Quickly, Brad began to suck and lick Karen's
hard nipples as he continued to finger her cunt.
When he pulled his head away and pushed down on her shoulders,
Karen said she knew what he wanted her to do, and she didn't resist.
She fell to her knees, opened his zipper and let Brad guide his hard
cock into her mouth. He started to move back and forth, fucking her
mouth and running his cock over her tongue. Karen was so excited, she
started cupping her own breasts and pinching her nipples. As Brad got
ready to shoot his load, he pulled his cock from her mouth and told my
wife to hold her tits together and he shot his cum onto her tits and
watched it collect in her cleavage. Karen said she had an orgasm as
Brad's warm, sticky jism hit her tits.
Without waiting, Brad grabbed an old paint dropcloth, threw it
on the floor and motioned for Karen to lie back as he straddled her.
He pushed Karen's breasts together, around his semi-rigid cock, and
for the next few minutes, he fucked her tits until he shot another
load all over her neck and chest.
Brad collapsed on top of my wife with a smile. "I can't
believe that this has really happened!"
"Well, it did, and that may not be the last time it does, if
your cock has anything to do with it!" They both looked at his penis
jerking back to life again and laughed.
Brad got up and said they were lucky not to get caught and
that they better get to work. As he ran off into the warehouse, he
grabbed Karen's bra and laughed again. Karen sat up, looking for
something to clean off Brad's cum with when she heard the back door
open. So, knowing it was the rest of the workers, she quickly rubbed
the cum-juice into her tits (which she said made her even hotter!) and
pulled her thin top on.
Embarrassed to be wearing such a thin top without a bra,
Karen's plight almost immediately became worse when the material stuck
to her sticky chest like a second skin. Blatantly stared at by the
rest of the guys she works with and her boss, Karen said she had to
take some pretty intense ribbing about her boobs. Then, when the
store opened, Karen had to work at the counter and she said she could
hardly keep her mind on her work as she was so aware of all the male
customers looking at her chest. It was so obvious to everyone that she
was braless, and with the heat and humidity and cum, Karen's top
became virtually transparent, and she couldn't believe how hot her
exhibition was making her.
She said she got so many offers to take her to lunch, or
dinner, or "whatever," she knew she looked like she was a slut who was
advertising. She said that by the afternoon, she was even feeling
brave enough to bend over the counter and watch the men almost die at
her performance. Finally, by closing time Karen was so horny that when
she saw Brad she begged him to screw her again. He told her to meet
him in a certain corner in the back, five minutes after closing.
When Karen got back there, Brad had already arranged some
folding pads into a wide bed on the concrete floor. Karen and Brad
embraced, and then started stripping each other. Karen said they were
both so horny they couldn't see straight! They positioned themselves
in the sixty-nine position, and just took off from there. Brad fucked
my wife twice in the next half hour and Karen said she had at least 3
orgasms. Finally, they were both exhausted and Brad said he had to
leave to get to a supplier before it closed. He dressed and left.
Karen laid there, naked, on her back with her legs spread and
Brad's cum leaking out of her pussy. After resting a few minutes to
get her strength back, she reached for her skirt.
Out of what she thought was an empty warehouse came a voice
"Not, yet, Karen. It's my turn." It was her boss, Dave. He had
apparently seen or heard her and Brad and watched them fuck.
Karen said she smiled at Dave and told him, "Okay, but I'm
beat. You'll have to do all the work."
Dave began to drop his pants and said, "No problem."
Karen told me that Dave fucked her for a long time before he
came and she had two more orgasms. Then they both dressed and locked
up. On the way out, Dave patted Karen's ass and told her he was
looking forward to seeing her outfit the next day at work.
When Karen got home, she was so excited, she could barely
talk. She said it wasn't exactly her dream of a bunch of guys all at
once, but who knew what would happen when word about what happened
with her and Brad and Dave got around at the warehouse. She said she
hoped I didn't mind, but she could hardly wait for the next encounter.
After dinner, Karen said she wanted me to fuck her before she
showered, and then I could help her pick out what she was going to
wear to work, the next day.
I could see how excited and happy she was.
* * *
The next morning, Karen took great care in doing her hair and
make-up. After powdering her beautiful body, she put on a pair of
tiny, almost-transparent white bikini panties. Then she put on one of
my favorite dresses - a mini-length, strapless, white, underwired
sundress. She finished the outfit with a pair of high-heeled slip-ons
that always gave me a hard-on when she wore them. She was absolutely
beautiful.
I kissed her good-bye and we both left for work, but I
couldn't stop thinking about her and what she might be doing all day
long.
Karen wasn't home when I got home from work, and she didn't
get home until almost 4 a.m.! In the moonlight, I watched her as she
dropped her sundress. She wasn't wearing panties and her body was
covered with dark finger and teeth marks.
She said she was exhausted, but when she saw my erection, she
laughed, "Come on, Dear. One more cock won't matter, now."
I rolled over between her legs and buried my cock in her,
wondering how many other cocks had been there before me that day.
Just thinking those thoughts, I didn't last long, and Karen was asleep
before I pulled out of her.
The next morning, Karen told me that they closed the warehouse
at noon and she went with all the guys for lunch and then back to one
of their apartments for an all-day-all-night suck and fuck marathon.
Karen has become a sex-toy at work for all of the employees
and some of their good customers and loves all the sex - and I love
hearing all about it! Of course, I love her and that hasn't changed
since hearing about her adventures. The one thought I did have was
maybe she could set it up so I could watch! (c) J. BOSWELL, June 1990
Article 32306 of alt.sex.stories:
From: Tommy the Tourist (Anon User) <nobody@csua.berkeley.edu>
Subject: Archive: Boswell JB-Guilt @Quicksilver Archive
Date: 26 Aug 1994 17:10:09 GMT
Guilty Pleasures
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't
really believe I'm living the two lives I'm living right now, either.
In my first life, I'm a happily married, 35-year old wife and
mother and a very successful attorney working for one of the Delaware
Valley's top law firms. In practice, I'm smart, competent, and know
how to go for the jugular. Outside of court, I'm good-looking, eat
right, exercise, and have a body that my critical eye says still looks
pretty damn good in a two-piece swimsuit.
In my second life, I am a wanton slut that will do whatever my
young-stud lover wants me to do.
* * *
Scott, my lover, is just 21 years old and works at our firm
doing odd jobs - delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc. By
all definitions of the word, he is a "hunk." He works out and his body
is rock-hard. Brown eyes, beautiful black hair, and the nicest ass
I've ever seen on a man.
I am very much the professional in the office, but at office
luncheons, softball games, and parties, I am a outrageous flirt. I
just can't help it. At first, Scott was the perfect target for my
flirting: good-looking, young, single, and very aware of my status and
position in the office. He was always fun to tease, always a good
sport - until a Christmas party at a partner's house.
In the holiday mood and feeling safe with my husband, Phil, at
my side, I had been merciless flirting with Scott all evening. Later
in the evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom when a hand
grabbed my arm and pulled me into a bedroom. It was Scott.
"Come here, you cockteaser." He hissed, as he closed the
bedroom door behind us.
I didn't say a word because I assumed he was now kidding me in
return, or maybe he had had just a little too much to drink.
His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through the
green velvet of my dress. His fingers found my nipples and they
hardened to his touch through my bra.
"No, Scott! What do you think you're doing? My husband is
downstairs! I'm a lawyer!"
He laughed out laud, and even I had to admit how lame that
sounded. "I don't care if you're a lawyer. You're a bigger cockteaser
and in my neighborhood we know how to deal with cock-teasers. And you
are the worst I have ever met. When I'm through with you, you won't
tease me anymore."
His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so
beyond anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and had
to suppress a nervous giggle. But at the same time, the whole
situation was turning me on. I didn't fear for my safety, because of
the setting and that it was Scott, and I knew he would never hurt me.
Still, the roughness was causing me to respond. Phil, always a
gentleman in and out of bed, had never talked to me or felt me the way
Scott was. This was new and exciting for me, and I was almost
disgusted to admit that I liked it! I fell back almost willingly when
Scott pushed me back on to the bed.
"Scott! Stop it! Are you crazy?" I was protesting, but I was
also keeping my voice low.
Scott ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid
cock. He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled down my pantyhose and,
instead of removing my panties, he merely pulled the elastic crotch
far enough to the side to slide that wonderful dick into my already
hot, wet cunt and I started the best orgasm of my life on his second
stroke.
When he came, he pulled out and stood up. I was gasping for
air as I sat up and smiled at him, "Wow! I really can't believe that
happened, Scott. It was great, but I can't believe I just cheated on
my husband! I've never done that!"
Scott grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his still-
hard cock, "Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean."
Still buzzed on the excitement of the situation, I took his
warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then licking our
juices from its length.
As I was working on his cock, Scott said, "Do you know why
cock-teasers tease? Because they are really sluts and that's the only
way they know how to ask for it the way they want it - hard and fast."
I heard him, but was enjoying cleaning his cock much more than
I ever would have expected to and was not paying all that much
attention to what he was saying. Finally, when he was clean, he
returned his meat into his pants and zipped up. He walked out of the
bedroom without another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself
and checked my hair and returned to the party, he was gone.
* * *
That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex.
I didn't know it then, but Scott had given me something I could no
longer live without. Until Scott took me on that bed, I never knew
sexual excitement like that existed. I had never been that aroused -
that filled with pure animal lust - and I wanted more.
* * *
At work that following Monday, Scott followed me to my minivan
and demanded a blow job. There was never any question of not doing
what he said to do. I vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release
and satisfaction of Saturday night, and wanted more.
I gave Scott his blow job, and that became the daily ritual.
Every afternoon, in my $800 business suits, I'd be sucking on my
stud's hot cock as his hands roamed over and in my body. He'd fill my
mouth with his cum, and watch me swallow it, and then I'd lick him
clean, drive home and be the perfect wife and mother.
On Friday afternoon, Scott gave me his address and told me to
be there by noon on Saturday. Getting away would be a problem
- it was easy enough to tell Phil that I was preparing for a trial,
which always entailed extra hours at the office.
When I arrived at Scott's, he pointed me to the bedroom and
told me to undress. I stripped naked as he watched, and as I did, I
could feel that wonderful tingling beginning all over my body.
For the next three hours I was held in the most wonderful
state of sexual awareness in my life! Scott tired this girl out! His
hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body. I became a slave
to his touch. He would tease and play with me until my release was
about to explode, and then back off - he drove me crazy and into
ecstasy. He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin asshole.
He sucked my nipples and toes and fingers and clit. He massaged my
legs and back and breasts and my pussy.
Phil had been the only other man ever to make love to me and
he couldn't compare with Scott. I didn't want the afternoon to end. I
wanted Scott to fuck me for days.
I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging
Scott around the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time,
next Saturday, slut."
"I'll be here."
"See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut."
"I'll be waiting, Scott."
It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following
Saturday was even better than the first! Scott was so young and strong
and aggressive. The more he demanded from me, the more I responded and
enjoyed.
But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait another
long week between Scott's fucks - I couldn't. Every night, during our
garage blow jobs, I begged Scott to let me visit him. Finally, on
Thursday he said yes. I stayed until midnight and just about crawled
home and into my bed. Driving home, I admitted to myself, for the
first time, that I was no longer in control of all aspects of my life
- I was physically and sexually addicted to Scott.
* * *
On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't alone when I arrived.
"This is my friend, Bobby," smiled Scott.
I said hello to Bobby and the three of us talked for a while.
I couldn't wait for Bobby to leave, so Scott and I could get on with
the fucking! I get hot just being close to Scott.
Scott patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told
Bobby you'd give him a blow job before he left."
"No, Scott, I can't do that." I couldn't understand why Scott
would say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me.
"Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the
fuck outta' here. No more fun times with me."
I knew Scott was serious. I'm embarrassed to admit I thought
about it for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give up Scott's
pleasures so easily.
"Okay, Scott, I'll do as you ask."
With a huge grin, Bobby led me into the bedroom and sat on the
edge of the bed. I opened his belt and trousers and pulled them down
to his shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor, between his legs, and wrapped
my lips around his cock, feeling it grow and harden inside my wet
mouth.
Before Bobby came, Scott entered the bedroom. He was naked and
seemed to enjoy watching me fuck Bobby with my mouth. His dick was
hard and I reached for it with my hand as Bobby exploded in my mouth.
I'm sure you guessed that Bobby didn't leave, and the next
several hours had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at the
same time. It became obvious that Scott's favorite position was
pounding his cock into me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Bobby's cock.
My body was sore and tired as I drove home from Scott's
apartment. I couldn't believe that, up until about four weeks ago,
only my husband had ever made love to me, and that day I had been used
and abused by two young studs. I wondered why I didn't have regrets or
more guilt. Instead, I had never been happier and more satisfied in my
life!
* * *
The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten kinkier
and kinkier.
I continued to go to Scott's place almost every Saturday for
the next couple of months. Most days Scott was alone, but Bobby did
show up occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each time.
In late March, Scott told me to get there a little early and
when I did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It was a skirt, too
short for anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low and wide in the front,
and very high heels.
"Put these on, Patti. I'm having some friends over to watch
basketball, and you're going to be our waitress."
I definitely didn't like the sound of that, after my
experience with Bobby. "Scott, please don't make me do this. I don't
want to entertain your friends - just you. I'll wear this outfit for
YOU."
Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand. "No problem, Patti.
You know the rule - you do what I tell you, or we don't play anymore.
It's that simple. You wear this for my friends or you go home and
don't ever come back."
An hour later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more make-up
than I have worn since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to
Scott, Bobby and three friends. My tits, ass and pussy were being
grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed and fingered at every opportunity. I
was pulled down on to laps for feels and kisses, until one of the new
guys pulled out his hard cock and told me to sit on it.
Of course, and as usual, all this humiliation and mistreatment
had really turned me on and I was only too happy to position myself in
his lap, facing him, pulling my short skirt up, and slowing lowering
my hot, wet cunt onto his cock. He pulled my top over my head and
began to attack my tits with his mouth and hands.
That started the party in earnest. After that first fuck,
wearing only the high heels, I moved from lap to lap, fucking and
blowing the five guys as fast as they could shoot their load and get
hard again.
I was having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an
attractive, willing woman available to take care of their animal
urges, these guys were crude and rude and gross. One guy had me lie
down on the coffee table as he poured beer on my tits and navel and
pussy and lapped it up. Another guy pulled his cock out of my mouth as
he started to come and shot his warm, sticky jism on my tits, and then
lifted each one up to my mouth so he could watch me lick his cum off
my nipples. One of the guys inserted a big Polish sausage up my cunt,
to the accompanying cheers of the other men, and then ate it out of
me!
Bobby laid on his back on the floor and had me mount his cock.
Another guy, Dave, stood over Bobby and I sucked his prick into my
mouth. Within a few minutes, a third guy walked over and stood
watching. I reached for his erect penis and jerked it off until he
shot his cum all over my face. The sight of the cum must have been
enough for Bobby and Dave, because they both came within seconds of
each other.
For two hours, to their hoots, cat-calls, cheering and
whistles, I serviced their cocks. They were no longer men to me, only
jerking, pumping, shooting cocks. And, God help me, I loved every
minute of it.
Scott must have realized how exhausting the whole thing had
been for me because about two hours after starting, he told me to get
dressed and to go home. I left, blowing kisses to everyone's moans and
groans because I was leaving.
When I got home, the kids were still at the roller rink and
Phil was napping. Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and made my way
into the shower. I smelled like a whore house next door to a brewery.
However, I was shampooing my hair when the shower door opened
and Phil stepped in wearing a smile and a hard-on. My guess was that
he woke from his nap with an erection and wanted me to do something
about it. Without a word, I leaned back against the wall and let my
husband walk his cock up inside me. When he came, I thought about him
adding one more gooey load to the 10 or 12 loads of cum already
filling my cunt, and I had my most intense orgasm of my action-packed
day.
* * *
After the basketball party, things got back to "normal" for a
while. Everyday after work, I give Scott a blow job. He lets me visit
him about one weeknight every two weeks and almost every Saturday.
Now, Bobby is usually there on Saturdays, and sometimes, Dave also
shows up. It doesn't matter to me whether it's 1 or 2 or 3 - I service
them all - letting them do whatever they want to me.
Last week was the ultimate demand by Scott. After work, he
handed me a bag and told me to come to his apartment at 10:00 pm that
night, wearing a lot of make-up and just the contents of the bag. I
told him that it was impossible for me to get out that late on a
Friday night. Scott told me to be there or else say goodbye, and then
he walked away.
Lucky for me, Phil is a trusting individual. I know I abuse
that trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going
to clean up some stuff at work.
I didn't know then how close to the truth I was.
* * *
I parked my minivan outside of Scott's and looked in the bag.
All that was in it was a black garterbelt, black stockings and black
high heels. It wasn't easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on
in the van, fixed my extra make-up in the visor mirror, and put on my
raincoat.
Music was blasting through Scott's apartment door and I had to
knock several times. Finally, Scott opened the door and held up a
finger for me to wait.
He turned back into the apartment and announced, "The
entertainment's here. Get the groom ready!"
More yells from inside followed. Scott curled his finger for
me to step inside. His livingroom was full of men. Beer cans were
everywhere and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the center of the
room was a goodlooking guy sitting in a desk chair, with his hands
behind him.
Scott took my hand and led me into the room, "Gentlemen! This
is the Sex Machine I've been promising you. Some of you have already
met her and know what I mean. The rest of you - well, hold on to your
balls!
"Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Gary, requested that I not
get a stripper for the party. It seems he didn't want to risk any
hanky-panky the night before his wedding. He wants to remain pure!
<loud "Boos" from the crowd!>
"I didn't think it was fair to us guys to ruin our fun, so
here's what happens. Gary is tied in his chair and gets to watch what
he could have had, because... " Scott opened my raincoat and threw it
out of the room, "... the Sex Machine is here!"
I knew what to do and for the next two hours, I fucked and
sucked 11 of the 12 guys there. Everybody except Gary had me at least
twice, and every time a cock was shoved into me it was no more than
four feet from his bulging eyeballs.
It wasn't long after I started, that Gary began to beg to be
released. I tempted him with my tits and ass and snatch, but Scott
refused to release him.
Finally, when things slowed down, Scott asked everyone if Gary
should be allowed to change his mind. Most of his friends "booed" the
idea, but Scott said he'd let Gary go if he earned it. He tried
thinking of a challenge for Gary, when I felt the cum dripping down my
thighs from my overused and overflowing pussy.
I suggested that before Gary could fuck me, he had to eat me
clean. Gary didn't hesitate.
I laid down in the center of the room, where the men could see
their cum all over and in my pussy. Scott untied Gary and he fell on
top of me, diving face-first into my cunt. The room burst into cheers
as I came and came.
At last, Gary dropped his pants and shoved his meat up inside
my sloppy cunt. He came in only a few strokes and collapsed on top of
me.
I rolled Gary off and stood on wobbly legs. Scott wrapped my
raincoat around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and said
there was a present for me in my pockets.
* * *
Once outside, I sat in the van for a few minutes. My thighs
and hips and cunt felt like I had just given birth. My mouth and jaw
felt like I had spent hours in a dentist's chair. My neck and
shoulders and tits were sore and showed teeth marks.
I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror and asked
myself, "What the hell are you doing, Patricia?"
I didn't have an answer.
When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to the
bedroom. All was quiet.
Then, remembering my "gift" from Scott, I retrieved my coat
out of the closet and checked my pockets. In each was a video tape. I
couldn't imagine why Scott would give me a tape, so I put one in the
VCR and hit "PLAY."
I couldn't believe it! It was a tape of this evening's
festivities and I never even noticed anyone filming it!
I wondered what Phil would think if he saw them? I popped the
tape out and hid them in my closet.
As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved
to tell Scott no more parties. One-on-one with him, only. I just don't
know what I'm going to do if he says "no way, slut."
THE END (for now)
(c) J. BOSWELL, March 1989
Article 32316 of alt.sex.stories:
From: Tommy the Tourist (Anon User) <nobody@csua.berkeley.edu>
Subject: Archive: Boswell JB-Love @Quicksilver Archive
Date: 26 Aug 1994 21:22:09 GMT
A LOVE DEEPLY MISSED
by J. BOSWELL
Baby in a world without pity
Do you think what I'm asking's too much?
I just want to feel you in my arms
And share a little of that human touch...
(from "Human Touch"
... all lyrics by
Bruce Springsteen)
God! How I hate my dad!
* * *
I didn't always hate him, of course. In fact, he used to be
the greatest guy in my life. I just can't believe what he did to me,
and he's a son-of-a-bitch for doing it and I hate him for it!
* * *
Mom died a little over five years ago. I was in the eighth
grade. It was the "Big C" and there wasn't much they could do for her
by the time they found it. Dad spent every possible moment caring for
her and taking care of me. He was totally devastated when the ordeal
was over.
If anything, dad and I got even closer during that time, and
it stayed that way.
He had always been my father, of course, but he became my
friend, too. I could, and did, talk to him about everything - school,
sports, friends, girls, girlfriends, drinking, drugs, sex, safe sex -
everything. He's busy running his own financial investment firm, but
he always took the time to attend every one of my games. Even during
my senior year, when I played on three varsity teams at my small Prep
high school, he was always there, for both home and away games. I
could always count on him.
The two of us got very comfortable living together after mom
died, and I offered to stay in town for college and live at home. I
didn't like the idea of leaving him alone. But he insisted and we went
campus-hopping, and he encouraged me to apply to the schools I really
wanted to attend. He told me he'd be fine alone as long as I called
home every so often, even if all I said was "send money."
Everything was just perfect between us until the day we were
packing me up to leave for college. That was when it all began to
change - and I didn't even know it.
* * *
Dad rented a cargo van and we spent the early morning filling
it with my clothes, phone, microwave, bike, and stereo. All the stuff
a Freshman needs at college.
We took a break and dad suggested that I should get a haircut
from someone I trusted before I go, since I didn't know how soon I'd
be home again.
I agreed and was on the phone, making an appointment for later
that morning, when dad asked me to get him one with his cutter at the
same time. His stylist was booked for the day, but the receptionist
said my cutter had two open appointments together. Dad shrugged and
said "fine." We both showered and drove to Gary's Salon. Little did I
know what was about to happen.
After I checked in at the receptionist's desk, I got my hair
washed and I threaded my way through the chairs in the large salon. I
rounded the corner into the last partition, and there she was.
* * *
How can I ever tell you about Stacy?
Let me try by going back to the beginning...
* * *
The three of us, my parents and I, had been coming to Gary's
Salon since I was a little kid. My mom started with her hair stylist
at another salon, and followed her when she moved to Gary's. My dad
and I were soon going to Gary's for our haircuts, too. It was just
easier that way.
I fell in love with Stacy the very first time I saw her. She
was 16 years old and still in high school, but she was already working
around the place, doing odd-jobs and helping the other stylists
cutting and setting hair. She later told me that she had wanted to be
a hairstylist as long as she could remember.
I was only 10 years old, but Stacy took my breath away.
Beautiful is not quite the word to describe her face. She is
exquisite. Perfect, smooth, translucent skin, halfway between pink and
white. Full, pink lips. A model's high cheekbones. Green eyes that
radiate as if there are bright lights behind them. A long neck. Thick,
heavy hair, too blonde to call red, too red to call blonde, always in
a stylish short cut.
At 10, just her face was enough to send me into delirious
daydreams; but, soon enough, I noticed that her body was as perfect as
her face. Large breasts, tiny waist, round hips, curvy long legs. I
would almost hyperventilate just watching her walk by. And I wasn't
the only one staring at her while she worked, all the men at the salon
stared at Stacy.
* * *
You're dancin' with him he's holding you tight
I'm standing here waitin' to catch your eye
Your hand's on his neck as the music sways
All my illusions slip away
("Man's Job")
* * *
She never noticed me, of course. I was too young, I was just a
kid. But I kept tabs on her life by listening to the other women talk
and gossip. Right after she graduated from high school she married her
longtime sweetheart - the typical high school jock hero and I was
insanely jealous of him - and she began working at the salon full-
time. She was soon pregnant and had a boy, and then another baby boy.
It may be an old wives' tale, but when she was pregnant, she was so
glowingly beautiful it almost hurt my eyes to look at her.
Finally, when I was 16 and could drive myself to the salon, I
intentionally waited until my regular stylist was on vacation and made
an appointment with Stacy. I remember sitting in her chair for the
first time, feeling her touch me, and almost passing out from the
sublime pleasure of it.
Sitting there, I was shocked to discover that she was quiet
and shy and introverted. I had assumed that any girl as beautiful as
she was would be a real extrovert, ready to joke around and party. Her
shyness only endeared her to me more.
I never went back to my old stylist, and I looked forward to
my appointment with Stacy every four weeks. Eventually, we talked and
joked around. We became more than friendly - I thought we became good
friends.
She never said a word to me about it while her marriage was
falling apart, but her husband drank and wouldn't hold a job. After
he slapped Stacy around a couple of times, she took the kids, moved
out, and filed for divorce.
* * *
It takes a leap of faith to get things going
It takes a leap of faith you gotta show some guts
It takes a leap of faith to get things going
In your heart you must trust
("Leap of Faith")
* * *
That summer before I left for college, she was 25, divorced,
the mother of two little boys, and more beautiful than ever. I was
almost 19 and I was in love with her, and ready to say something to
her about it.
That hot day in August, sitting in her chair, ready to move
away from home for the next nine months, I was almost giddy with
anticipation. I wanted her to know how I felt about her, but I didn't
know what to say. I knew there was an age difference, but I wasn't
asking her to marry me (yet!). I wasn't just after sex, either. I had
dated enough girls to know that I enjoyed the hell out of sex, but I
wanted more than just sex. And I wanted that "more" (whatever it is)
with Stacy.
Trying to keep my voice steady, and my delivery light, I said,
"I'm leaving for college today. After I'm done here."
"Oh, Brian, you're going to have a ball."
"Yeah, I know, but I'll probably get homesick."
Stacy laughed, "Yeah, for about all of ten minutes, before you
fall asleep tonight."
"No, I mean it. I'll miss a lot about home. I'll miss you." I
hoped my voice sounded as normal as I tried for it to sound.
"Sure you will. You won't find anyone up there to cut your
hair as well as I do."
I forgot about remaining cool. Instead, I blurted out, "Can I
write or call you, Stacy?" I felt like I was 12 years old again,
asking a girl out for my first date.
"Brian, look at me."
Our eyes locked in the mirror. She was standing behind me with
a wistful almost-smile on her face. "Brian, you're going away to
college and you're scared, but you're going to be fine. In a week
you'll have hundreds of new friends and at least a dozen new
girlfriends. Trust me."
I knew then that it wasn't the time to push, so I backed off,
"Oh, sure. You're right. I'm just afraid I'll go into some hair salon
up there and walk out looking like a Marine recruit."
I forced a weak chuckle and let the subject drop.
Embarrassed at my futile attempt to express my feelings to
Stacy, I waited in the car while she cut my dad's hair. He walked out
with the best haircut he'd ever had and got in the car telling me
Stacy wished me good luck at school.
At home, we jumped in the truck and I went away to college.
* * *
Stacy was right. I do love college. I didn't have to work all
that hard to get decent grades. I made great friends and we all
pledged the same Fraternity - and all of us got in. And the girls?
Well, the girls were great. "Lack-of-nookie" was not a problem on
campus.
I stayed in touch with dad over the phone, but I was busy
enough that I wasn't planning to get home until Thanksgiving. A couple
of times when I called home, I got the machine. When I next talked to
dad, I'd kid him and ask if he had a date with someone.
He'd always chuckle and say, "Not really a date, son. Just
dinner."
In the whole time from mom's death until I left for college,
I'll bet he didn't have "just dinner" with women five times. He just
never dated, and I was glad to hear he wasn't sitting home alone every
night.
Near the end of October, just after mid-terms, dad called and
said he was really missing me and asked if he could visit. I said
"sure!"
After an enjoyable lunch that Saturday, while walking around
campus, dad told me he had been dating someone.
"That's great, dad. It's about time."
"She's a lot younger than me, Brian. How do you feel about
that?"
I thought about it. Dad was a great guy, good dresser, and
very charming, but he resembled the "Pillsbury Dough-boy" more than a
male- model. Balding, 42, and on the short and round side, I assumed
he wasn't dating Michelle Pfeiffer.
"I don't have a problem with that, dad. Has she graduated from
high school, yet?"
He smiled, then frowned. "Brian, I shouldn't be dragging this
out like this. I just didn't want to drop it on you cold."
"Drop what?"
"Brian, I'm dating Stacy."
I felt my face freeze without expression and dad must have
assumed I didn't know who he was talking about.
"Stacy. Stacy Woodlea, from the hair salon," he said.
I was angry, and I couldn't keep it out of my voice, "I know
who you mean. I know who Stacy Woodlea is, dad. When you said young,
you meant it, didn't you?"
"I knew you'd be surprised, Brian. We were surprised, too. It
just happened. She gave me such a good haircut that day I went with
you, I went back to her for my next one. We were talking, mostly about
you. I was her last appointment of the day. She mentioned she was
starving, and I said I was hungry, too; and, out of the blue, I asked
her if she'd like to have dinner with me. I still can't believe she
said yes, but she did, and we've been seeing a lot of each other these
last six weeks. We just hit it off."
"I'll just bet you hit it off!" I was speechless. I knew I had
to regain control of myself, but for the first time in my life I felt
something twist inside me and I knew it was that sick feeling called
"heartache."
I calmed down and blamed my reaction on surprise. Dad accepted
that excuse and we walked and talked about other things for another
hour before he finally left.
I really didn't begrudge him meeting someone nice - hell, he
deserved that - I just couldn't believe it was Stacy. My Stacy! Of all
the women in the world! How could he do that to me? I hated him for
what he was doing and would never forgive him. And her? What could she
possibly see in him? How could she go out with him and tell me not to
write or call her? Bitch!
They had only been dating a few weeks, I thought, maybe it
would soon end when they discovered they didn't have much in common.
I didn't sleep well that night. And it didn't get any better
over the next several nights, either.
* * *
... The music plays you take his hand
I watch how you touch him as you start to dance
And I wish I were blind
When I see you with your man.
("I Wish I Were Blind")
* * *
Much to my discomfort, we had Thanksgiving dinner at Stacy's
apartment. It was obvious she and dad were crazy about each other and
he was crazy about her two little boys, Robby and Ben. Stacy acted
like she was really glad to see me and tried to spoil me the whole
time we were there. I wondered - why couldn't she see through my eyes
what was in my heart? I felt on the edge of tears for all four days. I
couldn't wait to get back to school.
Seeing them together over Christmas break was too hard for me
to take, so I spent as much time as I could out of the house or up in
my room.
I still hoped that they would soon discover they had too
little in common, but it didn't work out that way. Hell, Stacy even
loved my dad's old records, always listening to Van Morrison, Otis
Redding, the Beatles, and his Motown stuff. I couldn't fault her taste
for the old stuff, but I couldn't believe how she hated the more
modern groups I listened to. She only wrinkled her pretty nose when I
mentioned the Red Hot Chili Peppers, EMF, and The Blur.
I watched them together and wondered what the attraction was.
For dad, it was easy - Stacy was absolutely stunning, and there wasn't
a heterosexual man in the world who wouldn't want to date her. For
her, the only thing I could figure was dad offered her security. He
liked her boys and didn't drink or gamble and made a nice income. He
was safe. Big fucking deal - safe!
* * *
When I got back to school, after Christmas, dad called and
told me Stacy and the boys had moved into our house. They were
definitely a "couple" and it didn't look like the romance would end
very soon.
Soon after Valentine's Day, dad and Stacy asked me to be their
best man and they waited until I got home for spring break to get
married in the courthouse. After the quick ceremony we had lunch,
dropped Robby and Ben off at their Granny's, and took a limo to the
airport. I was off to Cancun to meet my Frat brothers, and they left
for their honeymoon.
My father was honeymooning in Hawaii with my Stacy!
It was too unreal to contemplate - my dad with the same Stacy
I had had numerous adolescent "honeymoon" dreams (some wet!) about!
Some twists of fate can be very, very cruel. I stayed drunk for a
week.
At the end of the school year, Dad brought Stacy with him when
I moved out of the dorms. Of course, my friends could not believe that
this unbelievably prime young woman ("a real, major babe") in the
pull-over and shorts was my new step-mother. I heard hundreds of lewd
comments that day, and I couldn't much blame them - she DID look hot.
They were all drooling and dragging their tongues on the ground as
their hungry eyes followed her every move.
* * *
Same old faces it's the same old town
What once was laughs is draggin' me now...
("The Long Goodbye")
* * *
Ever since Christmas break, I had been trying to prepare
myself for moving back home for the summer, but nothing prepared me
for the reality of it.
Everybody was a little nervous at dinner that first night
home, except Robby and Ben - two great little kids - who thought it
would be "cool" to have a new, big brother home for the summer. Stacy
and dad seemed to be keeping a close eye on me to see how I would
adjust into their lives. After dinner, I set up my SuperNintendo for
the boys and stayed in my room, unpacking. I went to bed early,
thinking about my dad and Stacy sleeping (and other things!) together
just down the hall.
Not quite used to the feel of my old bed, I woke up very early
on my first full day home. On the way back to the bed after taking a
piss, I looked out my bedroom window.
At dinner, dad had mentioned that he had turned on the pool
heater and my first view out my bedroom window was Stacy getting out
of the pool in a tiny white bikini, standing at the edge squeezing the
water out of her hair.
My jaw dropped to my knees. As magnificent as her body looked
in clothes, it couldn't even hint at its total sensuality in the lusty
flesh.
Her breasts were high and firm and round - really round!
Before she wrapped herself in a big towel, I could see her nipples
blatantly pressing their hard outline through the thin cloth of the
tiny white triangles. Her stomach was flat and firm-looking and I
didn't see any stretch marks as I followed her beautiful skin down
over her hips to her cloth-covered pussy. Her thighs were two
perfect, curved pillars of ivory.
Without really noticing what I was doing, my hand drifted to
my raging morning hard-on and jerked it only the few times necessary
to have my cum shooting on to the window and down the wall.
I stood there, catching my breath, and watched my smiling dad
walk out to Stacy and hand her a cup of steaming coffee. Stacy
smiled, put the cup on the table and opened her big towel. My father
stepped close to her as she closed the towel around both of them. They
kissed. God, how I hated him!
I stepped away from the window to find a tissue, took one last
look at dad and Stacy making out on the patio and realized that I
wouldn't be the only one that might have to adjust to my being home
for the summer.
God, I wanted her so badly!
* * *
If the angels are unkind or the season is dark
Or if in the end
Love just falls apart
Then here's to our destruction
Baby let me be your soul driver.
("Soul Driver")
* * *
Dad worked at his office just about every day except Sunday
and Stacy still cut hair three days a week. I offered to watch the
boys while she worked, but they liked going to their day school those
days.
So, three days a week I had the house to myself. At first, I
OD'd on rented videos, catching up on all the movies I missed while I
was away at school. I swam, lifted weights, rode my mountain bike, and
hung around with some friends from high school. It was a "no pressure"
summer, to say the least.
One rainy weekday, while wandering around the empty house, I
found myself in dad and Stacy's bedroom. At first just casually
looking around, I started snooping through drawers and closets, not
really looking for anything, just being nosy. Other than an open box
of condoms and a half-used tube of K-Y jelly, there wasn't anything
interesting on dad's side.
I then drifted over to Stacy's dresser. Her warm, sexy
fragrance hit me full in the nose when I opened a top drawer. It was
full of panties, of all sizes and shapes and colors. There were lacy
white ones and tiny red ones and small blue ones and black ones that
had no back and only a tiny eye-patch front. They were all pretty and
sexy and my mind went into overdrive as I thought about Stacy wearing
these silky things. I wanted to see her in and out of every one of
them!
My cock was straining against the fabric at my crotch so I
lifted the leg of my shorts up and over my hard-on. I took a pair of
her red, satin panties out of the drawer and placed them in my hand
and wrapped them around my cock. I shuddered with their smooth
coolness against my hot, tender skin. I held my hand still. I didn't
want to cum, yet.
The next drawer I opened revealed little balls of pantyhose.
But the next was filled with bras - white and colored, full-cup and
half-cup, soft and underwired. A tag on one gave the size as "36-D." I
was hot and my cock was swelling even harder in my hand.
I moved across the large dresser. Other drawers had blouses
and tops and socks. Finally, all the way on the right, the top drawer
was filled with garterbelts and stockings. The thought of Stacy
standing naked, except for the black garterbelt and black seamed
stockings I was looking at were almost enough stimuli for me to cover
the top of the dresser with my spurting cum.
The two drawers under that one were filled with sexy nighties,
teddies, camisoles, slips, and frilly things I didn't even know the
name for. Stacy dressed right out of "Victoria's Secret" for my
father! That bastard!
I was angry and jealous and horny and hurt. I didn't blame her
- hell, she's young and beautiful and has a fantastic body, she should
wear this kind of stuff - I just didn't think it was fair! My hand
still held the red panties against my steel-hard dick. I wanted to
jerk-off right there, all over her silks and satins.
Then I saw the bottle of face cream on the dresser. Stacy's
face cream. I almost laughed out loud when I thought of the "cream"
she was soon going to be rubbing into her pretty face.
I unscrewed the pump-top and held the bottle to my cockhead.
As I jerked my hand up and down on my dick I thought about Stacy
pushing down on the pump, filling her hand with a glob, and smearing
it all over her face. That was exactly where I wanted my cum - smeared
all over her beautiful face!
I began to tremble and felt my orgasm building. I pressed the
tip of my cock to the opening of the bottle. With a gasp, I began
shooting a large load of cum into the bottle. My legs weakened and I
sat down hard on the carpet. I didn't lose a drop! When I was finally
through, I replaced the pump-top and shook the bottle. I replaced it
on the dresser and left the room.
* * *
On another expedition into their room I found a bin of bathing
suits in their big walk-in closet. She had tons of bathing suits, even
one neon-yellow bikini that wasn't much more than three tiny patches
over the nipples and cunt and a thong for the ass - there was no way
she could wear that one without a radical trim-job of her pussy hairs!
I also found the little white bikini I had seen her in that
first morning home. I never saw Stacy in that bikini or any of the
other tiny ones, again, for the rest of the summer. At least when I
was around, Stacy always wore plain and conservative one- piece
bathing suits at the pool.
But I didn't care. I was getting my kicks in other ways.
Every chance I had, I jerked off into everything I could find
that Stacy used on her skin - face cream, body lotion, suntan lotion,
sunscreen, moisturizer. I got huge erections in the pool as I watched
her rubbing suntan lotion all over her chest and shoulders and neck
and face, knowing that there was almost as much of my cum in the
bottle as there was lotion.
Once, when I was in the kitchen, fixing a burger for Stacy who
was out by the pool, I quickly jerked off on the roll and mixed my goo
with the goo of the ketchup and mayonnaise. She loved it! And I loved
watching her eat every bite of it!
I even tried spying on Stacy. I wanted to see her naked, of
course. But I could never work out the logistics. On the weekdays that
she was home, so were the boys. We were never alone in the house
together. She never locked the bedroom door, but it was too large a
bedroom to open the door, cross the room and try and sneak a peek at
her in the tub or shower. I even climbed what I thought was a well-
placed tree in the back of the yard, but the way the blinds covered
the windows, there was no good view into their bedroom or bath, even
with binoculars.
At night, after all the lights were out and the bedroom doors
were closed, I would creep down the hall and listen to their muffled
moans and groans through their door. They fucked almost every night,
sometimes for hours. My father was a pig and I was beginning to wonder
if Stacy was a slut!
Living there, hiding my feelings for Stacy, became more and
more difficult. Soon, I was very anxious for school to start again.
* * *
In July, Dad and Stacy and the boys spent two weeks at the
shore. They all begged me to go, but I declined. Instead, I stayed
home alone. But I wasn't lonely. I partied, having friends over,
drinking, smoking dope, and getting laid. There was no shortage of
willing high school pussy that summer and a good time was had by all.
It was during these two weeks that I discovered Stacy's "slut
stash."
On another one of my search missions in their bedroom, I
checked out her large walk-in closet. I had already investigated the
bin in her closet with all of her bathing suits. That day I was
methodically checking the others. They were mostly filled with winter
clothes and I hit the jackpot under a pile of sweaters. On the bottom
of the bin I found all of their sex toys!
There was a set of real-looking handcuffs, what looked like a
set each of wrist and ankle manacles, long silk scarves, some old
men's ties, two pairs of black crotchless panties, a cut-out bra,
fishnet stockings, and a red cut-out nightie straight from Frederick's
of Hollywood. There were also two dildoes. One was a normal, white
torpedo-shaped vibrator. The other was a soft, pink thing that
resembled a big prick, with a butt-plug built in.
I smelled the dildoes, but they were clean and odorless. I was
hoping they smelled of her cunt. I held them in my hands, and then
turned both of them on. As they buzzed to life, I thought of them
being buried up Stacy's cunt and ass. Did she put on shows for my dad?
Did he shove them into her? Or did she use them when he wasn't around?
Maybe she was a cock-hungry broad and couldn't get enough fuck-meat
from the old man.
I turned them off and replaced everything back the way I found
it. The thought of Stacy in the cut-out nightie, handcuffed and tied
down on the bed, with the dildoes shoved up inside of her was almost
too much to think about! My cock was so hard, I could have driven
nails with it. I looked around the bedroom and added another big load
of cum to her hand cream.
I paid a maid service to clean the house the day before they
returned from the shore. Except for the lowered liquor level behind my
father's bar, everything was ship-shape and looked good. They all came
home and the summer routine resumed.
* * *
In August, dad left to attend a 2-day tax seminar in
Washington, D.C. Since it was only overnight and Stacy had to work one
of the days, he went alone.
After a quiet dinner, Stacy got the boys ready for bed. I did
the dishes and then watched some TV in the family room. When I went
upstairs, the boys' bedroom door was already closed. I peeked in and
saw Ben fast asleep and Robby engrossed in a game on the
SuperNintendo.
I tiptoed down the hall to dad and Stacy's bedroom door and
knocked lightly. She didn't answer. I gripped the doorknob and turned
it slowly. When I could open the door a crack, I heard the water
running in their bathroom. This was my chance!
I slowly opened the door farther, until I could step into the
bedroom. I could hear the shower water and Stacy humming through the
open door into the master-bath. The carpet was thick and I wasn't
worried about being heard; but the oversize shower- stall was at the
far end of the bathroom, so I had to walk all the way to the open
bathroom door to see her.
It was worth it.
The glass in the shower-stall is clear and I had a perfect
view of Stacy in all her naked beauty. Her pink flesh was glowing in
the steaming water. She rinsed the water off her arms and then began
soaping her chest, and I thought I would die. Her soapy hands covered
her high, round tits with lather and then moved down her flat stomach
as she soaped over her tiny patch of curly red pussy hair and moved
between her thighs. I felt myself gulp and was afraid she heard it,
too.
I was losing control. I had loved her and lusted for her for
years, but this moment was different. I didn't care that she was older
than me, and that she was married to my father, and that what I was
thinking was wrong - I just knew how badly I wanted her at that
moment.
The phone rang.
I froze.
Stacy cocked her head in the shower. On the second ring she
turned to look out the glass. And she saw me standing at the door to
her bathroom, staring at her naked body.
I ran out of their bedroom and fled to my own bedroom. I
couldn't believe my bad luck! To be caught so flatfooted, so obvious,
gawking at her. I had no idea how she would handle this situation. I
just wanted to disappear until it was all over.
* * *
About an hour later, there was a light knock at my door.
"Come in."
Stacy peeked around the door, "Hello, Brian. May I come in?"
"Sure. Have a seat." I pointed to my desk chair. I was down to
my shorts and in bed, under the sheets.
Stacy was wearing a long green robe and green slippers - very
modest. Instead of sitting at my desk, she sat on the edge of my bed
and took my hand in hers. "Do you have anything to say, Brian?"
I could feel myself blushing. "Yeah, Stacy, I'm sorry. I know
it was wrong."
She smiled and patted my hand gently. Her voice was soft, not
angry, "You're damned right it was wrong. Whatever made you do it?"
At least she wasn't screaming and yelling at me. "Um, Stacy,
you have to realize what you look like. I'm a normal guy. I just went
too far."
"All right, Brian, I accept your apology, but you have to
promise me that it will never happen again."
I nodded.
"I'm already self-conscious around you and if we get hung- up
about what happened tonight, it won't get any easier. I know this
hasn't been easy for you, Brian. I know you and your dad are really
close, and I don't intend to come between you."
"It's not that. I'm not concerned with you coming between us."
I should have just kept my mouth shut.
Stacy looked down at me with real surprise in her face,
"You're not? Then what is it, Brian?"
"It's you! Come on, Stacy, you have to know how I feel about
you!" There, I said it. It was finally out in the open and there was
no going back.
"I... I... Brian, what are you saying?"
I almost yelled it, "I love you, Stacy. I've loved you for
years!" I went on to tell her everything I had felt and thought about
her since I was ten years old.
Stacy's pretty green eyes filled with tears as I talked.
Finally when I finished she squeezed my hand, "Oh, Brian, I'm so
sorry! I never meant to hurt you. I never suspected. You're so much
younger-"
"Not as much younger than you than you're younger than dad!"
"But I was married, and had two kids. You're still in school,
dating girls. We are in different worlds, Brian. We always were."
"None of that matters to me, Stacy. Remember the day I left
for college? I was trying to tell you that day. I wanted to write or
call you, but you said `no.' And then you started dating my father!"
"Brian, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. But I love your father
and he's the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life. I'm
not sorry about that. I have you to thank - when I met him that day, I
felt like I knew him already, just from the way you talked about him
for the years I cut your hair. He's everything, and more, you told me
he was."
"Oh, so I only have myself to thank for you marrying my
father? So now you're my step-mother." I knew I was on the edge and
not making sense.
"Brian, we don't have to be step-son and step-mom, but I hope
we can always be friends."
I couldn't hold my tears back. There wasn't anything else to
say, anyway. I nodded and began crying. Stacy pulled me to her
shoulder and let me wet her robe with my tears. I finally regained
some control and pulled away from her. Stacy kissed me on the forehead
and left the room, turning out the light and closing the door behind
her.
* * *
Before you choose your wish son
You better think first
With every wish there comes a curse.
("With Every Wish")
* * *
I thought and worried and pined and tossed and turned for what
seemed like hours. But I guess I eventually fell asleep because
something woke me up. My room was pitch black and I couldn't see my
hand in front of my face but something was different and I couldn't
guess what it was.
Then I knew. I wasn't alone on the bed.
I smelled her. "Stacy?"
"Shhh, Brian. No talk. Just let me do this."
Her cool hand brushed over my warm, naked chest. I could feel
my nipples become taut at her light touch. Then she shifted on the bed
and her soft lips covered mine. If it was a dream, I didn't want to
wake up!
I rolled to her and pulled her tightly against me. I crushed
my lips to hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth, past her teeth.
My already-hard cock had slipped through the slit in my boxer shorts
and pressed against her thigh. My hand shot to her breast and I
grabbed at its fullness.
She pulled away, breathing hard, "Brian, slow down. Calm down,
Dear. Let me!"
I didn't want to scare her away. I laid back on the bed and
let her do what she wanted with me.
I felt her moist lips and warm, wet tongue work their way down
my throat and over my chest, stopping on my nipple. As she licked its
hardness, her hand slid over my stomach and down to my erection. Her
hand was cold as she wrapped it around my burning flesh. I could
hardly breathe. This was really happening!
Her head soon followed her hand. Within seconds of feeling her
lips surround my cockhead I began trembling. She gently cupped my
balls in one hand and squeezed the base of my prick with the other. I
was deep in her licking-sucking-loving-fucking mouth when I began to
cum.
I was cumming! I was cumming in Stacy's mouth!
The joy of the situation intensified my climax and I shot time
after time into her waiting mouth.
Finally, I was finished and couldn't cum anymore. I felt
Stacy's mouth lick and suck my cock clean and then she climbed up
beside me. We kissed - soft, warm, tender lover-kisses. She had been
wonderful, and I told her so as she snuggled close against me.
I rolled over to face her and we kissed and caressed, almost
purring to each other. To my surprise - and delight! - my cock
throbbed to life, again, in only a few short minutes.
Stacy giggled as she felt it pressing between her thighs. We
didn't say a word. She lifted her leg over my hip and shifted on the
bed and I felt my cock slide into her.
I was about to fuck Stacy!
I started to roll over on her but she pushed me back and was
soon straddling my hips as my dick slid deeper and deeper into her hot
pussy.
I want to see her. I reached up to the headboard and turned on
my small reading lamp. She smiled and reached down for the hem of her
short, green silky nightgown and lifted it over her head.
She was magnificent! Her big boobs were bouncing up and down
as she fucked me and I couldn't resist the urge to grab handfuls of
that firm flesh. Her nipples were hard little stones abrading the
flesh of my palms. She leaned back, placing her hands on my thighs and
using them to lift her hips higher as she fucked me.
I was in heaven! I didn't want to ever cum. I didn't want to
ever stop.
Finally, Stacy began to cum, moaning, "oh, Brian, oh, I
never... Oh, Brian... I never... " over and over.
As she started to come down, I slammed my hips into hers and
took her up and over, again.
Again, and again, I kept her cumming, until I felt ready to
blow, myself. When it happened, I was afraid I broke something inside
of me. I had never had a cum like that in my life!
She collapsed down on me and I fell asleep with my dick still
buried up her cunt, her tits crushed on my chest, and a smile on my
lips.
* * *
I woke up alone, with daylight leaking around the curtains and
into the room. My first thought was that it had all been a wonderful
wet dream. (My second thought was that I knew exactly where I wanted to
bury my morning hard-on!)
But it had really happened. I had told Stacy I loved her, and
now I knew she loved me too! I didn't know how we'd work this out with
dad. He'd have to see the difference in ages was the thing. I was just
sorry that they had actually gotten married. That meant going through
a divorce, but there was no other way, it had to be done.
As I showered, I thought about our future. I'd transfer to a
local college and get a part-time job. Stacy would probably have to go
back to full-time in the salon until I graduated. We'd get an
apartment big enough for the two of us and the boys. We could make
it. I was sure of it. It wouldn't be like living in this house, but we
were young and in love.
I dressed and went downstairs. The boys were finishing their
breakfasts in front of the TV and Stacy was cleaning the kitchen. I
walked up behind her and reached my arms around her, filling my hands
with her tits.
She pulled away from me and held her hands up in front of her,
"No, Brian! Stop!"
"Stacy, what's wrong? Everything'll be alright."
She still held one hand up like a cop directing traffic.
"Yes, everything will be alright, Brian. But in spite of last night,
not because of it."
I felt my throat tightening, "What do you mean?"
Her eyes filled with tears, but her voice was coldly level, "I
mean last night was the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life,
Brian. I should nev-"
"No, Stacy! It wasn't a mistake! It was beautiful!"
"Let me finish, Brian. It was a mistake. It was all my fault,
and I'm sorry I complicated your life like I have. It was wrong!"
"I couldn't be happier, Stacy! I love you!"
Now she broke into sobs but continued, "That's just what I
mean, Brian. I wish last night never happened. I felt your hurt and
wanted to make you feel better, but I picked the worst way I could to
do that. I wasn't thinking right. Don't you see, Brian? What happened,
shouldn't have, and can never, NEVER happen again."
She just stood there, looking at me. I felt my chest tighten.
My breathing was shallow and rapid. "You're just upset now, Stacy.
Maybe a little guilty. It'll get better. After we tell dad, we - "
"NO! We will never tell your father ANYthing!"
"Stacy, we have to! We're in love - "
"I love your father, Brian! Can't you understand that? Being
his wife is what I want to be!
"Last night isn't your fault, Brian, it's mine. But it would
crush your dad to know. I will never hurt him again, Brian. As far as
he's concerned - as far as I'm concerned - last night never happened!"
Now, I saw where this was going, and I didn't like it, at all.
"So, what was I? Some charity fuck? Give me a little piece of your ass
and I'll be all better? That's bullshit, Stacy! I saw your face last
night, and I felt what happened to your body. You got off on it as
much as I did. Maybe more!"
She broke out in a full-fledged cry and ran from the kitchen.
I followed her upstairs. Her bedroom door was locked and she wouldn't
answer my calls and knocking.
I went into my room to do my own thinking.
* * *
At night I get down on my knees and pray
Our love will make that other man go away
But he'll never say goodbye
Two faces have I
("Two Faces")
* * *
What was I going to do?
When dad got home that night, it was like nothing out of the
ordinary had happened. His loving family was awaiting his return. His
beautiful, sexy wife had his favorite dinner waiting and his three
sons were all happy to see him.
I tried, but I never was able to make eye contact with Stacy,
again.
* * *
I wanna read your mind
To know just what I've got in
This new thing I've found
So tell me what I see
When I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a brilliant disguise
("Brilliant Disguise")
* * *
Over the rest of August, when dad or the boys were around,
Stacy and I developed a relationship where we were cool but cordial.
When we found ourselves alone together in a room, we didn't talk and
one of us left in a hurry - usually it was her.
The summer ended, and I packed up for college. Dad and I moved
me back to campus.
* * *
EPILOGUE
That was five years ago. I never went home to live, again.
The following summer I got a job on campus and the two after that I
worked internships out of town. I see the family for most holidays,
but they are short visits. They have their life and I have mine. I
still occasionally think about those handcuffs, manacles, and dildo s.
Dad's happy and I guess I'm happy for him. He has a loving,
beautiful wife and four great sons (Yeah, dad adopted Robby and Ben,
and Stacy gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby boy, Jeremy, three
years ago.).
Yes, he really has the life. I guess there's only a few things
that would spoil it for him. One definitely would be for him to find
out about that night of total sexual abandon and passion Stacy and I
shared that time he was away. Maybe another, a little farther down the
list, would be to find out how often I enjoy masturbating to the nude
Polaroids he took of his beautiful, new wife on their honeymoon and I
stole from their hiding place in their empty luggage.
Well now the years have gone and I've grown
From the seed you've sown
But I didn't think there'd be so many steps
I'd have to learn on my own...
Now I'll do what I can
I'll walk like a man
And I'll keep on walkin'
("Walk Like a Man")
(c) J. BOSWELL, July 1992