Message-ID: <3880eli$9709081113@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3880.txt> From: Bookman Archives <readebks@wolfenet.COM> Subject: RP: Party mf Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <3412F68B.65BB@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author, just the archivist. The following story contains scenes of explicit sex. If you're not old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it. Scram.) The Party by Dulcinea With practiced skill, she breathed her proposition in his ear, watching him shudder as the idea passed through him. No one else in the party could have heard her; to anyone watching, nothing would have appeared out of place. That was how she wanted it. She excused herself, quietly disappearing into the crowd, moving away from the onerous conversation they were having with the base commander. No one paid her any undue attention, no one questioned her destination. She slipped past old friends with their insincere smiles, quietly making her way to the master bedroom. She hated giving parties, hated having to play hostess to all the phony people her husband had to deal with. The plastic people, she called them. And she was the plastic hostess. The nice house, the comforts that came from his rising rank all paled beside the longing of her heart. Simple romance. Simple affection. She wanted to be in love. Oh, friends had warned her against marrying the brash young officer. He had only needed an attractive, intelligent wife to further his career, but she had ignored them, stubbornly insisting on having her own way. She'd believed in the fairy tale, in the fantasy, happy to be swept away by the handsome prince to his castle on a military base. Her reflection in the mirror made her turn and look, barely seeing the woman she had been in the carefully-coifed image. Her face showed little sign of her years, her body the envy of women half her age. Where had the suntanned, free spirit fled to? Where had the girl who believed in those fantasies disappeared to? Shutting the dark thoughts away, she slipped out of her evening dress, laying it over the chair by the bed. She dropped her slip on top of it, sliding between the sheets wearing only her panties, bra, and garter belt with stockings. The wait was not long. He slipped into the room silently, his muscular shadow creeping across the room to her side. She reached up and helped undo the collar of his dress uniform, his mouth seeking hers. Sparks filled the air between them, the heat between them swelling to a crescendo. Pulling his shirt open, she ran her tongue across his chest, smelling the muskiness that belonged to him. His hands caressed her breasts through her bra, feeling the nipples leap to attention, her back arching invitingly, pressing her breasts towards him. He played her skillfully, spreading warmth through her body with his touch. Her breathing came faster, panting against his chest. He moaned, feeling her tongue flicker across his nipple, her hand sliding down to cup the hard bulge in his pants. She wasn't shy, opening his pants to release his hard cock. "We don't have a lot of time," he whispered. She nodded. Giving his cock one long caress, she lay back, pulling him down with her. His weight pressed her into the soft mattress, his body warm against her skin. She felt his cock wet against her thigh, his hand shredding the thin underwear she wore. She gasped as he entered her, burying his hard cock in her wetness. For a heartbeat, he remained like that, running his thumb across her clit, feeling her body jerk and spasm under his touch. Her legs clasped around him, her thighs soft against his waist. Slowly, oh so slowly, he slid out of her, feeling the muscles of her pussy clasp around his cock, trying to keep him in place. Laughing silently, he kissed her, penetrating her mouth with his tongue as he plunged back into her softness. Her hair came unbound, the long tresses scattering across the pillow. Her moans encouraged him, making him pump harder, faster, trapping her little screams of pleasure under his kiss. He didn't want anyone stumbling into the room, looking for the missing hostess, maybe alerted by the sounds of their passion. He couldn't afford to be discovered in here, during the biggest party of the year. Her hips thrust up, her body convulsing through wave after wave of a powerful orgasm. He would love to have ridden this out, to have fucked her hard until she climaxed again, but tonight, he didn't have the luxury. There would be other chances, other opportunities. Biting his lip to stifle his own cry, he came, shooting her full of his cum. They separated, rolling away from each other, each trying to calm their breathing. He cupped her ass, squeezing the soft cheek, watching her body experience one final shudder at his touch. "You are the hottest woman I know, Mrs. Colonel," he whispered, moving away to get dressed again. "Still as sexy as the day I married you." She lay back on the bed, saluting him, her breasts bouncing jauntily as she moved. She smiled up at the brash young officer she'd married, feeling the love in his eyes like a caress. She hated the parties, the politics it required to help him maneuver to the rank he wanted, but she loved the man and wanted to be in his life. He dressed quickly, efficiently, every inch the military man he appeared. "I'll be out in a few," she whispered, kissing him again before he could disappear back to the party. "It seems to take me more time to put myself back together." He left her, tweaking her nipple affectionately as he passed. She looked again to her reflection, seeing the messy hair, the smeared make up. She cupped her breast, watching her image do the same, pinching the hard nipple the way he had. She saw again the suntanned free spirit, alive in her eyes once again. Smiling softly to herself, she began the long process of hiding that impish girl, once again reclaiming her place as the officer's wife. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /