Article 80860 of alt.sex.stories:
From: gkrell@ix.netcom.com (Glenn Krell)
Subject: The House Guest: True story of a friend's visit M/F
Date: Sun, 27 Aug 1995 13:03:14 GMT

[The following is a true story. All of the people's names have been
changed to protect them. I hope you enjoy it. I certainly did!!!]

			    The House Guest

	A message on the answering machine was the only notice of his
impending arrival. Less than 12 hours from now, Doug would be here to
stay for a mere 48 hours. She sighed heavily in frustration. Twice
before she had come on to him. The first time, many years before, she
had been soundly rejected. It had hurt her ego pretty badly. The
second was during a visit when he'd had surgery on his shoulder. Can't
really blame him for not being sexually interested. He was in
considerable pain. But she and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a
man she could be with.  He was certainly a fantasy of hers. Whether it
would become a reality would be another story.

	Of course, she'd had to work both evenings he was in town.  As
they readied for bed the first night, Greg was telling her how he and
Doug had spent the evening in a bar, discussing a multitude of
subjects. They were longtime friends, having been on a ship together.
Neither had ever seen the other do anything sexually incorrect with
another woman, but they had a running joke about an incident where a
friend had sent away a girl from their room without even asking if it
was okay. Throughout the evening, Doug made reference to wishing the
girl had stayed, as well as other sexual topics. Greg had chuckled,
said "You never know", and made passionate love to me as if to be loud
enough for Doug to hear in the next room.

	The following evening, Greg and Doug had again hit a bar for
drinks and conversation. At some point in the conversation, Doug made
the comment that he wouldn't have a problem having sex with another
woman in this town, as he no longer lived here. He made it clear that
he was more than interested in me. I joined them at he bar, and the
sexual undertones were awesome. He eyed Greg warily, but did gently
touch my arms and knees while making a point. We returned to the house
and just sat and talked for several hours. As the conversation lagged,
Greg began to doze in the chair. With a shake, he stood and announced
he was going to bed and wished Doug a safe trip home. He was so
obviously tired that no one thought about it in the least. At first.

	The words literally stopped and we looked at each other. "Why
are we doing this?" I finally asked. "Because we're both a little
scared," he replied. I gestured, and he moved to my side on the couch.
"Silly," I said as Leaned towards him. The gentle kiss I had intended
quickly became much more. The intensity flared as his hands began to
touch and caress my body. I moaned, arched my back, allowed him total
access to my still clothed body. We broke our kiss, only to have him
begin kissing my neck.  I felt his hands slide beneath my shirt so I
leaned downward to aid his search for my breasts. My bra I had removed
earlier in the evening, so his fingers discovered my hardened nipples
and warm skin. He toyed with me, sliding and slipping his hands and
fingers over and around my body.

	Soon my shirt was gone as well. He glanced at the staircase
and we discussed going to the spare bedroom. He said he didn't want to
be near the children's rooms, so we retired to the family area.
Beneath a five by six foot, floor to ceiling window we began anew. His
mouth fastened on each nipple in turn. His shirt followed mine to the
floor. I tongued his nipples, sucking almost harshly. His response was
immediate and positive. He arched his back so that my mouth pulled his
nipples outward. My shorts and pantyhose were quickly discarded. My
pussy was on fire as his hands played with me, and in no time I was
sopping wet. His face descended and I gasped as his tongue worked its
magic. "I want you to come for me," he said as he gazed up from my
pussy. He immediately returned his mouth and I moaned loudly.  With
broad strokes and gentle flicks, his tongue drove me onward until at
last, I arched my back and cried out. My orgasm was overwhelming, an
electric arc!!! I ground my pubis into his mouth as a string of
orgasmic shaking took me.

	He stood, and I dropped his trousers and underwear to his
ankles. He kicked them off and I stroked his hardness. Thank you,
thank you. He wasn't immense, but his cock WAS a lovely specimen. I
darted my tongue across the head, tasting the pre-come gathered there.
I slowly encircled the crown with my lips, running my tongue around
the edge. He groaned as I lifted my lips and began to tongue the
underside from crown to balls. I stroked him very slowly as my saliva
lubricated him. My hand just slid as if greased, my fingers rotated
and twisted. I returned my lips to his cockhead, suddenly engulfing
the length (as best I could). I began to suck him, using my mouth like
a very tight pussy and my hands slipping and sliding. In a matter of
seconds, he pulled away. "Oh, no," he said with a gleam in his eye, "I
HAVE to fuck you." With that, he pushed me backward on the couch and
guided his hardness towards me.

	His cock's entrance gave off incredible sensations. I groaned
repeatedly as it slid within me. At last, I could feel his balls
against my asshole. It felt so good!!! So full!! He withdrew a bit,
and drove it home. I grunted in appreciation, pushing myself against
him to gain maximum depth. Again he stroked in and out. I felt my
orgasm rise rapidly. "This won't take me long," I thought to myself.
Suddenly he stopped. "I can't do that," he muttered, "the floor is
killing my knees."

	"I've got the cure," I said as I stretched out on the couch.
"Come here." He did. Lord did he. I came at least twice more as we
fucked. The moonlight blasting through the window gave constant
reminder that anyone who wanted could see me getting totally and
completely fucked, could see me acting like a slut in heat. As my
second orgasm subsided, I had an evil thought. "God, I'm going to
wake Greg up when I go upstairs and make him eat my pussy and fuck me
again," I thought to myself.

	So I did. But that is another story.

Article 80861 of alt.sex.stories:
From: gkrell@ix.netcom.com (Glenn Krell)
Subject: The House Guest: True story of friends second visit
Date: Sun, 27 Aug 1995 13:03:18 GMT

		       The House Guest Revisited

	Those who had seen my story about The House Guest, will
appreciate the following continued adventures. For those who have not
read it, it was the loosely told story of a friend who came to visit
and ended up with a night of extra service from my wife.

	It began as soon as the other story ended. We talked
repeatedly about our feelings and desires, finding that we both were
immensely excited by the evening's events. Marjorie spoke often of her
pleasure at being assigned the 'duties' of being the house whore,
available for the guest's use. Several months passed without
communication with Doug (he was out of the country), but Marjorie's
visualizations remained unchecked.

	At last we received a call that he was to be in town for a
doctor's visit. In the weeks preceding his arrival, Marjorie was
exuberant in her contemplation of the potential fun she could have. I
sent her the following note:

	Dearest Marjorie:

		You remember, of course, just
	what it was you agreed to. Doug is
	coming to visit, and I wanted to be sure
	you remembered your agreement. You
	agreed of your own free will. I am going
	to hold you to your agreement. To the
	letter of your agreement.

		Just in case you forgot, this is
	what I will hold you to:

		YOU AGREED THAT

	- you wanted to suck and fuck him again.

	- because he was a guest, it was your
	job to ensure he was comfortable and
	happy.

	- you would ensure he and his room were
	looked after each and every day.

	- you would make sure he had the
	opportunity to see/touch you every day
	he visited.

	- you were willing to be house-mistress:
	to provide for him, take care of him
	ESPECIALLY in bed.

	- in fact, you would make sure he had at
	least one orgasm every day (night) he
	was visiting.

		IN SHORT

		You would be a completely
	wanton, sexually oriented woman for the
	duration of his stay. You would
	willingly go to him each and every night
	and offer your services. You would be
	the house whore... when done, you would
	make sure you came to me. In fact, you
	would go to him AFTER having me, then
	return for thirds.

		You AGREED to all of this,
	remember.

	Marjorie was sheepish as she realized that I was going to
insist that she maintain her bargain. She faced his arrival day with
some trepidation, after all she was committed to a course of action.
The evening went extremely well, we are comfortable friends. At one
point, I sent him up to the computer so that he could find the file
containing the agreement above. He returned with a wide eyed look, and
announced that it was time for bed.

	Marjorie and I turned out a few lights and headed towards our
room. As we headed up the stairs, I whispered in her ear "Go in and
say goodnight to him. Accidentally loosen your robe belt and allow it
to fall open. I think he'll take it from there." She smiled at me and
kissed me before opening his bedroom door.

	She woke me two hours later and explained how he had reached
for her and dragged her into his bed. I tongued her throbbing clit as
she told how he had spent an hour touching and licking her from head
to foot. I entered her soaked pussy deeply as she described her
efforts at sucking his cock and finally, fucking him unmercifully. She
gasped in orgasm as she spoke glowingly of his attention and efforts,
how he had eventually blasted his cum deep within her.

	"Oh, God," she cried as I slammed in and out of her, "I am
such a whore! He told me to come back tomorrow night and I promised I
would. He held my head and fucked my mouth forever it seemed. Oh!! I
came and came! I'm still cumming!"

	The second night was a repeat of the first. She again went to
his room and returned several hours later. She described her
adventures in vivid words, words that inflamed my own passions as well
as hers. He and I spoke, at length, the following day. I showed him
several Variations magazine articles that I found interesting and he
finally asked what it was I wanted. I explained that I knew he was
uncomfortable with me being present, but that I wanted him to video
tape his next session with Marjorie.

	He agreed without hesitation. The tripod was set up, a light
strategically placed and the camera turned on. It was a virtuoso
performance!! An incredibly torrid 3 hours of sex... amateurs, of
course, but amazingly excellent. He touched, licked and fondled her
throughout; he fucked her face while holding her head; he fucked her
missionary style, doggie style and backwards. Her pleasure is evident
from the sound track containing her cries of passion!!

	All in all, a most successful visit!! I now have possession of
enough evidence to ensure her continued cooperation. I've told her I'd
allow certain people to obtain the film if she didn't continue to do
what (and who) she was told. She just keeps a secret sort of smile on
her face as she agrees she has no choice but to agree.