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Subject: STORY:  Consenting Adults, Part 3/3


    I went back to the foyer, near the restroom entrance, and  waited
for James. As I finished my cigarette, I saw him come up.  "Just follow
me," I told him as we left the club. "I live about  twelve miles north
of here."
    James nodded. He had a hungry look in his eyes.
    The drive home was maddeningly long; I ached to be in James's  arms
again. Finally, I reached my street; I pulled onto it and  noticed that
Daniel had arrived already and had parked about three  houses down.
    James followed behind me as I pulled into my driveway. He  reached
me as I unlocked the door.
    "Have a seat," I called over my shoulder as we came in. "I'll  make
us a drink. What would you like?"
    "Scotch," James said. "Anything."
    I was dying with anticipation as I mixed our drinks. Well, I
thought to myself, this is really it; you're going through with  it.
    I brought the drinks out, handed the scotch and soda to James,  sat
down and crossed my legs. "Do you do this very often?" James  asked.
    I opened my cigarette case and took out a cigarette.  "Do what  very
often?" I asked innocently.
    He lit my cigarette and sipped his drink.  "Invite strangers  over
to your home."
    I took a long drag on my cigarette, looking into his eyes.  "Often
enough," I said.
    He put his hand on my thigh. It felt very warm. I took another  drag
and expelled a blue cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. I put  my
cigarette down. "Kiss me," I said, and James leaned over on top  of me.
I opened my lips into a wide O and our mouths met. I was  hungry for
him, and him for me; our tongues met and probed the  other person's like
sweet serpents. His right hand slid beneath my  dress, found my warm,
pulsing clit. I moaned at his touch, slid  down and pulled him over me.
God, I was hot!
    After torturing ourselves like that for what seemed like an
eternity, I pushed James off of me and sat up. Picking up my  cigarette,
I took a drag on it, then stood and crushed it out in  the ashtray.
    "Come here," I said, smiling. James rose and took me in his  arms; I
could feel his throbbing cock straining against my pelvis.
    I undid his tie and threw it on a chair, then began to  unbutton his
shirt.
    "You're a hot little bitch in heat, aren't you?" James said,
smiling.
    I pulled his shirt off and laid it over the chair back. "Shh,"  I
said, "do you want to talk, or fuck?"
    James's cock fought even harder against me.
    He kicked his shoes and socks off, and I knelt down to remove  his
pants and underwear. When I saw his cock, I gasped with  pleasure: It
was thick, veined and meaty.
    "Suck it," James ordered, and I did: My lips encircled it and,
grabbing his ass, pulled him deep into my mouth.  James groaned  when he
felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.  "Goddamn, that
feels good," he muttered. He buried his hands in my  hair and moved my
head rhythmically back and forth. As he fucked  my mouth, I sucked his
cock and teased it with my tongue while  thinking, God, Daniel, I hope
you're enjoying this as much as I  am.
    "I want to fuck you, Elizabeth," James said. "Oh, God, I want  to
fucking pound you!"
    I gave his cock one last tease, then pulled him out from  between my
lips and stood up. Our eyes locked together as I undid  my dress and let
it fall to the floor. James watched me as I went  behind the sofa and
leaned over it.
    "Ball me," I said.
    James came up behind me and cupped my breasts. "Ohh, fuck," he
moaned as he slid into me. By this time, I was so moist that  rivulets
of juice were sliding down my thighs, and when his  luscious cock slid
past my vaginal lips and his hands grabbed my  hair and pulled my head
up, I began to come.
    I must have pealed with delight; James ground his cock deep  into me
and pinned me over the sofa. His balls slapped against me,  and I moaned
again.  "Fuck me, James," I repeated gutturally,  almost senselessly,
"fuck me!" I began to grunt louder, and he  cupped his hand over my
mouth. My muffled cries got louder as he  impaled me with that huge cock
of his.  They weren't forced cries,  either, although I knew Daniel
would be getting off on them.
    I held off on my peak as long as I could, but between being  held
immobile, and feeling James's slick cock pounding into me -  and knowing
that Daniel was watching the entire scene -  I  couldn't hold onto it
any longer. My back arched, and a massive,  profound orgasm wracked my
body. At the precise moment of its  pinnacle, James spread my ass and
buried himself in me.  I almost  blacked out, it was that good.
    The delicious shuddering subsided; a light, warm cream dripped  down
the back of my thighs, and I fell over onto the sofa. I  looked up at
James and smiled. "God, that was incredible!" I  whispered.
    James's cock glistened in the shadows, still hard and  throbbing. I
looked down at it and purred, "Come over here."
    I turned over onto my back; James came from around behind the  sofa
and positioned himself near my head. I leaned backwards and  took his
cock into my mouth. It had a sweet taste to it; I sucked  and savored it
as it filled my mouth.
    James made a low groan as he slid in past my lips; I put my  hand on
his ass and pulled him even deeper into me, and that drove  him wild.
His tempo increased; he put his hand on my breast and  squeezed my
nipple.
    "That's it," he said.  "Suck it, bitch." I sucked him hard, my
tongue playing with the head of his prick.  I wished he would talk  even
dirtier to me - I knew that that would really drive Daniel  wild,
hearing his wife being called names.
    James's orgasm came suddenly.  He made one last, loud groan,  pulled
out of my mouth, and sprayed come over my face and chest.
    His cock was still hard when I leaned up and took it into my  mouth
one last time, licking his semen off and enjoying the final  throes of
his orgasm.
                  * * *
    I woke up slowly; Daniel was on top of me, making slow,  languorous
love to me.
    I looked up at him and smiled. "Hi," I said.  "What happened?"
    Daniel thrust into me, making me shudder. "You fell asleep.  James
left a few hours ago." He lifted my legs up and pushed deep  inside me.
"How was it?"
    "Unbelievable," I said. "How was it for you?"
    "It was," Daniel said, "more incredible than I'd dreamed it  would
be."
    I put my hands on his ass and pulled him deeper. "When do we  get to
do it again?"

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