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Subject: {ASSM} Real Fantasy Baseball Chapter 2 Davis Irons
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I always enjoy writing stories where I do not have complete control of
the outcome.  So I started writing a story that is following the 2009
Major League Baseball season.  I am an Atlanta Braves fan and so I
picked the Braves and the Mets as the teams in this game.
The plot deals with a wager a married man makes with his single friend
over his wife's fidelity.
I have no idea where this will end up as I do not know the future.  As
the season progresses, I will post updates to the story (if it holds
my interest).  I welcome your feedback as this unfolds.
Davis

Real Fantasy Baseball (Chapter 2)

May 6th

	It had taken more than two weeks and cost Lewis another $240, but a
terse conversation with Jonathan  had cleared the way for Lew to take
up his conquest of Ashley again.  After a two-game sweep of the Braves
by the Mets, the New York based team had a game and half lead over the
Braves.  Lewis rang the doorbell to the Strong's home knowing that
Ashley would be alone for the next two hours.  Jonathan was forced by
the terms of the games to yield to his friend's demands for Ashley's
undivided attention.

	"Hey Lew, Jay's not here," Ashley welcomed her husband's friend into
her home without reservation.

	"I'm sure he'll be along in a minute.  Haven't seen you in a while.
Everything going ok?"  She picked up the conversation while the pair
moved toward the living room.

	"Yeah, everything's great, incredible even,"  Lew replied absently.
His mind was following his eye's focus on the undulating movements of
Ashley's captivating ass.

	His tone revealed too much about his thoughts.  A sharp glance over
her shoulder and Ashley caught Lewis in full-stare.

	"What?  Like I've never stared at your ass before."  Lew protested
her remonstrative look.

	"I know.  You've looked every chance you've had for years.  I know
your after my ass.  I know all your tricks Mr. Henderson."

	Ashley and Lew had reached the living room and had Ashley taken a
seat against the left-arm of her leather sofa.  Lew took a seat at a
respectful distance on the far edge.

	"Look, you've got a great body and sure I'd fuck you in a minute.
But you're Jonathan's wife.  There's no way I'd ever lay a hand on
you.  But y'all have to gouge my eyes out to keep me from looking."
Lewis assured Ashley.  In his mind he was laying the foundation of her
seduction.  It was a plan of praise and protest.  A few weeks of
constant attention to and praise of Ashley's beauty while protesting
her complaints about his intentions would lead to an innocent kiss and
then to so much more.  And based on Ashley's flushed appearance at the
other end of the couch, Lewis was sure his plan would work.

	"You're so full of shit,"  Ashley shot back harshly.  "I don't
suppose the Mets being up on the Braves has anything to do with Jay's
not being home and you just 'happening' to drop by today, then?"

	Lewis' face went pale.  Jonathan told his wife.  The little pussy
couldn't handle the pressure and told his wife about the bet.  The
color in Lew's face instantly returned under the heat of his growing
anger at his friend.

	Ashley could see the wheels spinning in her paramour's mind at her
revelation.  "No, Jonathan didn't tell me a thing.  You boys are so
stupid.  You didn't think I'd notice your stopping by everyday for the
last month.  Fuck, I found Jay's stash of money probably the day he
started keeping it.  It didn't take a lot of work to hear you
talking.  You two are louder than a train when you get to huffin' and
puffin' 'bout something.   So yeah, I know your after my ass and I
know that soon to be dead husband of mine sold my pussy for $30 a
day."

	Lew's lips stammered  out a broken and shocked apology at Ashley's
revelation, "I can't....It was...It was just for fun....I'm...we're  sooo
sorry."

	Ashley stared coolly in the eyes of a grown man who was groveling
like a school-boy pleading to his teacher.  She knew their game was
just beginning.  Patiently she allowed Lewis to continue his tortured
confession.

	"Done yet, Lew?"  Perplexed by her flippant tone, Lew quieted his
groveling and nodded meekly.

	"Good.  You need to know how pissed I am at Jonathan.  I think I need
to teach him a lesson that I can't be taken for granted like this.
That little prick does not think I'll cheat on him - no matter what.
Well, if your Mets are good as you think, then I'm sure as hell gonna
cheat on his ass."

	Lew's face struggled to hold back a smile at Ashley's suggestion.
"If you're game, I'm willing to let you have your fun.  But its gonna
cost ya - its gonna cost ya a lot."

	"Fuck yeah, I'm game.  I got money.  I got lots of money.  How much
do you think that sweet pussy of yours is worth?"  Lew was flush with
hope that capturing Ashley was going to end up being far easier than
he had ever imagined.  His mind was already filling with images of his
cock driving into Jonathan's wife making her cry out his name in
ecstasy.  Ashley was counting on his lust to line her pockets well,
while teaching her husband a  lesson about respecting her.

	"And if along the way,  I get the shit fucked out of me -all the
better,"  she mused to herself as Lewis finished up his question.

	"Lewis, I'll play along with your game with Jay.  I'll let you go a
little further with me each time the Mets move another game up on the
Braves.  But Jay apparently doesn't think my body is worth what I
think it is. Let's hope you do.  Understand, I'm not negotiating
here.  This is take it or leave it offer, ok?"

	Lew nodded his eager agreement.

	"Fine.  I want $100 per game every time we're together.   So you want
to play with me today, I'm gonna need $100."

	"No problem.  So I get to make love to then for $100?"

	Ashley cackled in laughter that Lew's answer, "That's funny.  No
sir.  I said you could go 'a little further' as your Mets get ahead of
the Braves.  They're only up one game.  I think I'll let you make-out
with me of for that.  Get up two games and we'll see then."

	"I'm gonna need to you when I get to fuck you before we start this.
I want this shit written down or something.  I'm not gonna be yanked
around by a cock-tease all season.  I'll pay up.  But I want to see
the terms to make sure you'll put to."

	"Fair enough.  How about 10 games - once they have a 10 game lead,
you can fuck me."

	"That's too many.  That's $1,000 a fuck and a lot of small steps
along the way.  I'll give ya 5 games," Lew countered.

	Ashley had said no negotiations, but the contest was proving too much
fun.  She countered his offer, "I'll do seven."

	Lew had not gotten where he was in business by being bad in a session
like he was having with Ashley right then.  The tenacious negotiator
asked for one more concession.  "Ok, seven.  But I want to name what I
get for games 8, 9 and 10."

	"Let me hear 'em."

	Lew thought quickly about things beyond just normal fucking that he
could envision doing to Ashley.  Images of her full-round ass popped
into his head.  "Once I'm ahead eight games, I get to fuck your
ass....." He paused and thought further.  "....and for nine games, I get
to use you however I want in front of your husband....and fuck, let's
just say at ten games or more that you have to do whatever I want you
to do - you'll be my little bitch when I want."

	"Wow, you want a lot there sir.  I think those last three should cost
you even more.  I'll  agree to your offer but eight will cost you
$1,000, Fucking my ass in front of Jay, we'll call $1500.  And a no-
limit day, shit that's got to be at least $3,000."

	"Fine.  I'll pay it.  We got a deal.  You control the pace for the
first six games, on seven we fuck and eight and up, I make the calls,
right?"

	"And we keep it a secret from Jay until you're up nine games or until
I'm ready to let him know he's been busted, ok?"  Ashley extended her
hand to Lew's.

	Lewis Henderson rapidly extended his hands in return.  "Deal," he
said as the pair shook to their new agreement.

	With the deal sealed and Jonathan still not expected home for another
hour.  Lew reached for his money-clip.  Moments later and crisp $100
bill emerged.

	"I believe this will cover our first session,"  he said with a greedy
smile.

	"I believe it will."  Ashley snatched the bill from his fingers and
tucked its folded form into the cup of her bra hidden behind her
shear, ivory blouse.

	The couple met in the middle of the plush, burgundy sofa.   Lew's arm
confidently slid between Ashley's supple shoulders and the smooth
surface of the leather cushion against which her body  was resting.
His grip smoothly tightened around her torso and moved their faces
within inches of each other.

	He paused just as her lips were destined to brush his for the first
time, "I'm getting such a bargain,"  he whispered to punctuate that
last moment of anticipation.

	Ashley was amazed at the serenity she felt.  When she first had
realized the deal that Jay had made over her faithfulness, she felt
betrayed and vengeful.  As she stewed  in her anger, this plan that
she just consummated with Lew slowly emerged in her mind as the best
way to get even.  Now that it was finally being done, her conscience
was eerily quiet.

	"Jonathan deserves this,"  her mind smugly announced to her lips as
they parted, reading themselves for Lew's touch.   She felt fully
justified in committing the like betrayal to her vows that Jonathan
had done in making his bet.

	With those feelings coursing through her psyche, Lewis' claiming of
the moist, pliable curve of her lips by his was a welcomed feeling.
She felt at home in his secure hold.  The light grazing of his roaming
tongue in the narrow slit of her parted lips coaxed goose bumps to dot
the skin of her toned arms.  Its probing found no resistance.  Instead
it was greeted by the warmth of Ashley's tongue pressing out from
behind her ivory teeth.

	"mmmmmm......"  she purred in contentment at Lewis touch.

	His eyes beamed in recognition of Ashley's acceptance and even
enjoyment of his touch.  He was going to enjoying this claiming of his
close friend's wife.  He had dreamt of this moment for years.  He just
knew that a women who so naturally exuded sexuality would be powerful
complement to his own intense focus.  And with her in his arms, in
that moment, he knew that she would be everything he had ever
imagined.

	It was time to find the limit of their first encounter.  His right
hand, which had reached around the front of Ashley's torso, retracted
back across her chest.  His foreman slid across the swell of her
impressive chest until the base of his hand felt the outer curve of
her left-breast molding itself to his hand's form.

	Ashley reluctantly broke their heated oral dance, "Not yet, Lew.  You
can have those next time."

	The couple remained in their embrace until the sound of the Strong's
garage door opening announced Jonathan's arrival at his home.  Ashley
gave Lew one last peck on the cheek and darted to the bedroom to
repair the smudging of her make-up an hour's worth of Lew's attention
had caused.

	"Welcome home, Johnnie,"  Lewis greeted his friend with a smirk.

	"I see you're alone.  Hate that for you."  Jonathan was glad to see
that Ashley had avoided Lewis' grasp.

	"Yeah man, she's gonna be ball-buster.  But I got time yet."

May 9th

	"Hey sweetie, I've got $200 I'm looking to spend today.  You think
you could make it over here?"

	Lewis' early morning phone call on Saturday was prompted by two
things.  The Braves had lost the night before 10-6 to the Phillies
dropping them 2 ½ games behind the Mets and two afternoon games by the
competing teams meant that his new lead could easily disappear by
sundown that evening.

	Ashley had spent the night tossing in her bed after watching the
Braves fall another game behind and increase her obligation to Lewis.
The sensations of her  new lover's touch from just two days before
still simmered in her mind.  She had risen early that day and hovered
near the phone all morning.  The ring of the appliance's electric
chime startled the expectant wife and warmed her body with the full-
sharp blast of the heat of her barely contained arousal.

	"Sure thing, Lew.  I'll just tell Jay I'm going shopping.  See ya in
bit."

	Her arrival had taken longer than promised.  She had needed far too
long leaving the house.  Every strand of her shoulder-length chestnut
mane had to be perfect.  Settling on just the right blouse that
highlighted her ample cleavage, but still left her a touch of modesty
meant searching her entire closet.  The choice of bra was even
harder.  She knew Lew's hands would soon be running over its fabric
and slipping into its cups to massage and claim her mounds.  Their
presentation had to be perfect.  So none of bra were deemed as
perfect.  In a huff, she settled on plain black model whose cups
lifted her chest so that it swelled enticing out of the scooped
neckline of her blouse.

	"You look marvelous," Lew welcome Ashley with a sincere complement
and full hug in his doorway.  Ashley again found herself craving the
validation the attentions of her lover  gave her. She ignored the
suggestion the $200 Lew slipped into her hands carried.  In her mind
it was no payment to an escort.  It was a testimony.  A testimony to
her desirability.  With his charm and money, Lewis Henderson could
have bought and paid for any women.  He could have claimed hundreds of
younger, fresher faces.  But he was willing to part with his wealth
for her.  The transaction was a symbol she needed in her mind.  Her
husband was willing to trade her away for a few dollars.  But in that
moment, she found herself in the arms of a man willing to pay much
more to possess her.

	Her lips welcomed his touch as the door latched shut behind  them.
And this time as Lew's rugged hands slid along the fabric of her
carefully chosen blouse, she offered no resistance.  Her breasts  were
his to claim that day.  His thick hands pried their way between the
couple's entangled bodies until they reached the swell of her chest.
One breast was engulfed in each of his palm while his fingers began
massaging their tender, sensitive forms.

	"Hope you think they're worth it," Ashley cooed in reference to the
monies she had just received for this favor.

	"I know they will be.  But let's have a look at them."  Lew replied
and spun Ashley in his grasp.

	Her back was pressed into his chest with his arms wrapped around her
sides still caressing the precious mounds of her beauty in his hands.
The couple faced the gold-framed mirror decorating Lew's foyer.  In
the reflection Ashley watched as his hands drifted down to her waist.
His eyes never blinked from her inviting cleavage that she had so
carefully crafted earlier in the day.

	"Damn," he muttered as he took in the sight from his perch over her
shoulder, "I can't wait to get lost between those."

	He didn't.  His hands immediately grasped a hold of the bottom of
covering.  Swiftly they pulled on the clingy garment and it bunched
briefly under her neck, while Ashley raised her arms high above her
head.  Lewis easily finished its removal and discarded it to the
floor.

	His hands ascended back to the Ashley's chest as they engulfed her
frame again.  His touch on her breasts was more immediate and his
fingers seized the newly exposed flesh in their hold even before
Ashley's arms made it back to her sides.

	Her new condition did not last long.  While her first breath sparked
under the new sensation of  his touch, Lewis attentions moved to the
thin straps of her bra.  Kisses wetted the length of her neck and down
her left shoulder while the first strap was lowered.  His hands and
lips moved immediately to her right side and skillfully completed
baring Ashley's shoulders.

	His hands lightly  kneaded the flesh of her shoulders, delaying the
final unveiling of her chest.  "I would love it if you would unhook
your bra.  Having you offer your body to me like that would be
incredible," Lewis whispered huskily into Ashley's ear and continued
peppering her neck and shoulders with light kisses.

	Silently Ashley's hands reached around her back and found the sole
remaining bond securing her modesty.  Their pause as each grasped one
side of the clasp was almost imperceptible.  The wave of sensuality
washing over her in that moment kept any lasting thought of fidelity
to Jonathan from emerging in the soul.  Opening the clasp and allowing
the garment to fall to the floor felt natural and instinctive.

	A simple, "wow," barely escaped Lew's lips when Ashley's natural d-
cupped breasts sprang into his view once the black bra drifted to the
floor.

	His hands moved cautiously toward her chest.  There was no reason to
startle his prey now.  She was his to own.  His first touch of her
heavy mounds was deliberate.  Each cupped-hand held their weight in
its hold.  Lewis' mind was racing to record every sensation they
reported back.

	Almost reluctantly, they moved upward and spread their fingers to
encompass as much of Ashley's healthy glands as they could hold.  But
even his masculine hands could not prevent her cleavage from spilling
out around his hold as his hands pressed against her chest and moved
Ashley back against his chest once again.

	Long minutes passed as Lew's hands learned the feel of her chest and
his touched urged her nipples to fill with blood and stand proudly
from their rosy bases.  All the while his lips persisted in their
attentions to her receptive neck and shoulders.

	"This feels sooo good," Ashley cooed at his expertise.

	"Come with me,"  Lew took her by the hand and led her deeper into his
expansive and lavish home.  In his living he took his seat on the
sofa.  Ashley was directed to straddle his legs and sit facing him.
Her breasts hung directly in front of his face.  She did not have long
to wait for his final conquest of her tits.  In heated succession each
nipple was sucked deeply into Lewis' hungry mouth.  Ashley's passions
were growing quickly within her and threatened to weaken her resolve
to keep Lewis' advances in check for the day.

	Her position on his lap did little to steel her resolve.  For the
first time, she felt the evidence of Lewis' true desires for her.  The
knee-length pencil-skirt she had worn had ridden up her velvety thighs
as her legs spread around her suitor's lap.  Only the thin fabric of
her Brazilian-cut panties shielded her heated pussy from the erection
growing in Lew's pant.

	"My god, he's huge," Ashley struggled not to exclaim aloud at the
realization of his presence between her legs.  Instead she managed to
hold back the words and profess her arousal with an elongated,
"fuuuuccckkkk."

	With his mouth bouncing from breast to breast, his hands were free to
roam.  They purposely found the exposed skin of Jonathan's bride's
thighs.  Slowly they worked their way around to the back of her spread
legs and up underneath the bunched fabric of her displaced skirt.
They found the waiting swell of Ashley's ass open to his touch.

	"gooooddddd."  Ashley moaned at his touch.  She was slow to release
that Lew had crossed the set limit of the day.  So his fingers managed
to meet at the center of her ass and starting descend down the canyon
created by her ample and compressed ass.

	"nooooooo," Ashley again managed to protest at the liberty he was
taking with her body.

	"That's for next time, baby...next time...."  Ashley admonished Lew as
she struggled to her feet.

May 17th

	"Jonathan, I got a gift for you."

	"Great," Jonathan replied happily.  Gifts from his friend were rarely
common.  So in an expectant tone he asked, "What is it?"

	"I got you a tee time at The Player's Club at 12:35.  You can thank
me later."

	Jonathan had never been to the challenging course designed for
professional players.  He was thrilled at the news, "Want me to pick
you up, or are we meeting there?"

	"No man, I got you a tee time.  I'm not going.  You can pay me back
by playing as badly as you normally do," Lewis jabbed at his friend,
"I want you out of the house for a few hours.  It's time for some more
alone time with Ashley."

	Jonathan suddenly felt less joy at his good fortune.  "Lew, if you
keep coming over every time I leave the house, she's gonna figure out
what you're up to, man."

	"Dude, she already knows I'm after her pussy.  Hell, she's known for
years that I'd have fucked her any day she asked.  Women never miss
shit like that.  You just keep your side of the bargain and go have
nice day of golfing. And don't be home before 6:00.  Got it?"

	Just moments after Lewis' conversation with Jonathan ended, Ashley's
cell phone buzzed.  She had new text message, "J going golfing.  Be
over at 1."

	A sudden lump formed in Ashley's throat.  She had seen Lewis twice
more since she had first granted him access to her tits.  His work
allowed him to trade his positions from home and to work whenever he
wanted. Since Ashley stayed home during the day, it was a perfect
setup for the new lovers.

	In the last eight days, the Mets' lead over the Braves had bounced
back and forth between 1 ½ and 2 ½ games.  Even a three games series
between the two teams had little effect on the contest as Atlanta took
2 out 3 from New York.

	The choppy play had removed Ashley's body from Lew's grasp  twice and
given it back twice.   Each time he gained access to her breasts
again, he was sure to come calling while Jonathan was at work.  He had
dropped another $400 on Ashley.

	Not counting the cost of the exclusive round of golf he had just
given Jonathan, he was about to bring his total expense of claiming
Ashley to $1,000.  A 12-0 routing of the Braves by Arizona coupled
with a 9-6 Mets' win over the Giants the night before meant that New
York's lead had reached a season high of 3 games.

	Ashley had been expecting this all morning.  She was not sure how Lew
would get her alone, but she was sure he would.  As soon as her
husband left the house, another man would be on his way over.   This
time his hands would be free to survey every inch of her body's
contours.

	"Hey babe, Hate to run out on you like this, but Lewis just called.
He got me on the Player's Club today - The Player's Club, babe.  I've
been dying to play there forever.  This is gonna be great.  You gonna
be ok?"

	"That's wonderful Jay, have fun.  Don't worry about me.  I'm sure
I'll find some way to entertain myself," she said with a playful
smirk.

	Jonathan couldn't help but think that she knew Lewis was on his way
over.  That she seemed happy at the prospect this early in the season
stole the last shred of joy from his round even before it started.

	Ashley, on the other hand, was growing in excitement.  The last few
weeks of using her body as a tool to arouse and tease a new lover for
the first time in 20 years had been exhilarating.  Today would be its
complete unveiling.  That excited her.  But it also frightened her.
She had nothing left to expose.  If Atlanta fell any farther behind,
she would have to pay up her debt by "doing" not just "showing."  But
she quickly pushed those thoughts aside - they were a worry for
another day.

	"He's gone," she texted Lew as soon as the garage door shut.

	A moment later her phone buzzed with his reply, "Be there soon. I
like it trimmed."

	Her face flushed in excitement.  Another man was making a demand
about the appearance of her pussy.  A jolt of excitement shot to her
loins at the wicked, submissive thought.

	"Should I?"  The nervous bride asked herself as she contemplated her
reply.  "What the hell!  If you're gonna cheat on your husband might
as well do it right,"  she remarked aloud as her fingers began
clicking away her response on the phone.

	"Don't have time to trim.   Guess you'll have to do it."

	Her answer was nearly immediate, "Love to.  Be there in 10."

	Ashley retrieved the Lady Gillette personal trimmer from the bathroom
of her Master Suite, dressed herself in only a mid-thigh length, ruby
silk robe and waited impatiently for her next adventure.

	Lew rung the bell and just let himself into her home.  He found her
sitting upright on the sofa with her legs curled up under her.  His
long, deliberate strides quickly closed the few feet separating them.
His eyes fought to peer into the gap between Ashley thighs and
drooping robe.  There was no need for such a struggle.  All the
secrets hidden by the smooth garment were about to be revealed. But he
found joy in the pursuit anyway.

	He reached her side.  His hands each grabbed one of Ashley's and
coaxed her supple form to rise.  Without waiting for permission, his
touch moved to her shoulders and moving with the confidence of
ownership slid the silk covering from her shoulders.  Her robe fell
down her torso, again exposing her breasts their new owner.  Only the
tie wrapped around her waist prevented Ashley's complete exposure.

	Lewis' hands' move to loosen the tie were halted just as it began.
"You're forgetting sometime, love."

	Ashley extended  her hand with her palm up.  Her companion got the
message and placed $300 in her hand.  She glibly tossed her new wealth
toward the end-table by the soda, "Now, I'm yours,"  she offered with
a flirtatious toss of her long-wavy hair.

	Lew's fingers make short work of the loose knot.  With ends of the
tie separated the robe's protection vanished and it wafted to the
floor. Lew stood in silence as his eyes took in the long awaited feast
of Ashley's body.

	"Mister, making a naked woman beg for a complement the first time you
see her that way is a quick way to ensure you'll never see her like
that again,"  Ashley's protested.

	"Oh God, I'm sorry, Ashley.  Of course, of course, you're amazing.  I
was just speechless.  You are more beautiful than I ever imagined.
God, I'm just at loss for words.....May I?"  Lew asked and glanced down
to her mons pubis to indicate the exact nature of his request.

	"It's yours day.  Just no insertion or kissing.  But you can touch
all you want, Lew."

	Ashley dropped back down to the sofa.  With her knees together she
raised her feet to the front edge of the cushion.  Lew crouched in
front of her and waited with a wide, unrestrained child-like grin.
His present was about to be unwrapped for him.

	Ashley paused before moving long enough to soak in the unmistakable
begging in Lewis' eyes.  She felt so empowered having such sway over a
man like Lewis.  So once again, there was no remorse at her marital
infidelity as she offered her body to another man.

	Ashley slowly lifted her heels from the leather cushion and moved
them steadily apart.  Every centimeter they spread opened the folds of
her intimacies for her lover's sight.

	"shit,"  Lewis mumbled in praise as her feet finished their
movement.  Perched between her opened thighs, the object of so many of
his fantasies over the years was now his to touch.  His hands met the
curve of Ashley's legs around mid-thigh and slid down their raised
lengths in unison.  They reached the edges of her slit  and paused
just at the outer border of her labia.

	With his palms nestled in the curls of Ashley's short bush, he
exhaled one last cleansing, preparatory breath.  Each of his index
fingers lifted from her skin and moved inward.  They returned their
touch to Ashley's body as they met.  They came to rest in the spot of
Lew's dreams.  With a gentle outward pressure each finger hooked onto
one her pussy's lips.  They tenderly spread open the delicate folds
and were rewarded with the sight of bright pink folds of Ashley's
vagina.

	"God is this amazing...."

	Lewis' touch hurriedly became more assertive.  His left hand cupped
her pussy and rubbed up and down its moistening length.  As Ashley's
labia swelled in response they yielded to his touch and wrapped their
warmth around the sides of Lewis' knowledgeable fingers.  His pressure
was just right to find the bundle of her clit hidden in her folds.
The growing nub dancing across his meaty palm and fired shots of
arousal up Ashley's body. Lew's right hand found her erect nipple on
her left breast and gently massaged its sensitive skin under his
touch.

	"oh god, you could make me cum so fast......but not yet...not yet...."
Ashley pleaded and feebly pushed against her lover's solid mass.

	Lew respectfully stopped his manipulations, "Yes dear....."

	Breathlessly, Ashley answered, "Do this before you get me all wet."
Her hands blindly fumbled with the contents of the end table until her
trimmer was retrieved.  She adjusted the variable settings down to
"1."  She had to.  Only the night before she had freshened the trim on
her bush.  She always kept her pussy neatly trimmed and with the
knowledge that Lewis was would be coming over in the morning, last
night she had done her usual hygiene on herself.  She did not have the
heart to tell that to Lewis.  In fact, the thought of having her new
lover attend to her in this way was far too erotic to pass up.

	That meant that only the lowest setting on her trimmer remained.  It
would mean that her bush would be shorter than she had ever gone
before.  The thought that Jonathan might notice fleetingly ran through
her mind.  It had no effect.

	Lewis took the battery-powered device from Ashley's hands.  The
process was more symbolic than revealing, but that did not lessen its
power over the couple.  Lewis quickly thinned the already cropped
triangle of hair a top Ashley's pussy.  He then stretched the pliable
skin of her labia taut with his fingers to allow the clippers to reach
each hair evenly.  It took just a few seconds in reality.  But Lewis
had now seen Ashley's pussy in a way that no man had ever seen it
before - even Jonathan.

	With the work done, the short remnants of cut hair wiped clean from
Ashley's body, and the trimmers tossed aside, Lewis' attentions moved
back to massaging Ashley's tender body.

	"shit......."  Ashley was quickly muttering over and again under his
touch.

	Lewis cradled Ashley's neck in the nook of his right arm and lowered
her body until she rested on her back on the couch.  His right hand
laced its fingers in her hair.  His face dove to Ashley's breasts and
fed on the luscious flesh.  His left hand remained cupped around her
throbbing pussy.   His assault across the length of her body had
Jonathan's spouse writhing atop the slick leather cushions.

	"oh god....." she continued exclaiming with her hands pressing her
breasts in and up to receive Lewis' feverishly dancing lips.

	"Don't stop baby , rub my pussy....oh god.....harder...rub it harder....."

	Lewis willingly obeyed her call. His hand pressed harder against her
wet, swollen lips.  Ashley ground and rotated her hips against his
hand. Her clit darted over the muscular ridges created by his
fingers.  Each compression it suffered as it crested over his nimble
digits coax another moan from her lips and pressed her body closer to
its inevitable release.

	"ooohh   gggggoooddddd......" Ashley howled as waves of excitement washed
up her body in the spasms of her muscles.  She twitched wildly,
restrained only by the encompassing hold of Lewis' imposing
presence.

	"Lew, that was incredible...oh god...I need to be fucked so bad right
now...."

	"I thought that would cost me more than $300."

	"It will baby.  I guess I'll just have to let Jay do me up tonight.
He'll think it's all about him - poor sap."

	By the time Jonathan arrived home, Lewis had left.  Ashley didn't
hear a word about his memorable golf outing.  Her mind was lost in a
maze of feelings that Mr. Henderson had created in her.  She did fuck
Jonathan that night.  They made love like they hadn't in years.
Still, Ashley's desire for a complete abandonment of her inhibitions
was just beginning.

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