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>
>
>LATEBIRD (M/F, tease, light semi)
>
>
>Copyright May 1998 by Sam Hammer
>
>The usual disclaimer applies.  If it's illegal, immoral or under the 
>legal age of consent where you live then don't read the following text.
>Archive okay as long as its not sold for viewing.  If you do, then I
>will want my cut too!-Sam Hammer
>
>Comments and Reviews are alway encouraged.  No flames please.
>
>********************
>Sam Hammer Presents:
>********************
>
>                                Latebird
>
>
>I never should've agreed to such a stupid act.  Now I'm trouble.  Big 
big 
>trouble.  The worst part is that it's not my fault.  Well, not all of 
it,
>some of it must belong to my husband, the latebird.
>
>   Yes the latebird.  That man was late for everything.  Our first date
>the first day at his job, shoot, everyday at his job.  The slowpoke was
>even late for our wedding.  But I do love the little lug.  Yes, Ward
>is pretty short, only five feet five but since I'm only five two all
>men seem tall to me.
>
>   The stupid thing?  I gave in to my husbands fantasy of teasing other
>guys.  The first time it happened was at his companies christmas party.
>I bought three different dresses and just happened to settle on the
>shortest one.  I matched it with my highest heels.  The result was that 
>his boss never left his side all night just so he could keep his eyes 
on 
>my legs.
>
>   I mean I'm not a super model, but just a small framed female with a
>decent proportional body.  Not giant jugs but better small ones.  I do
>swim almost every day, weather permitting, so I've pretty much kept my 
>college co-ed figure.  
>
>   It took me a while to admit it but I really did enjoy the all of the
>attention both men lavished on me.  I mean I never had to get my a 
drink
>and it was so nice to have my chair pulled out for me when I finished
>dancing.  It was the dancing that did it.
>
>  It was a slow dance and his boss asked Ward politely if I would
>dance with him.  Ward agreed, but I thought he would be really pissed
>by the way he was holding me so close.  The lecher took every chance
>to look down my top and I know he was trying to see my reaction when 
>I felt his erection press into me.  I hoped he didn't hear me gasp
>when he actually rolled my hips to make sure I knew I had aroused him.
>
>   Big deal.  Ward gets aroused if I lower my voice a bit.  I think all
>guys get aroused pretty aroused easy and said so.
>
>  It was on the way home that Ward nodded.  "Well, we're men, what can 
we
>do?"
>
>   I should've been pissed at his lack of action.  "So you think it is 
>okay if some guys rubs himself on me?"
>
>   He sorta shrugged and changed the radio station.  "It was just an
>innocent squeeze, besides I know married a hot little broad, it was 
>fun seeing you order my boss around. butthole never returned with a
>single drink for me, just you and him."
>
>  I snapped back.  "He reached down, cupped my asscheeks and pressed
>me into his hard on.  That was an innocent squeeze?"
>
>  He turned slowly back to me with a smile.  "Well, okay you teased him
>a bit.  I didn't know he did all that."
>
>  I found it hard to believe he didn't see his boss groping me on the
>dance floor with all of his coworker watching.  "What do you mean
>you didn't know?"
>
>  "I was late getting back with the drinks.  Sorry I missed it."
>
>  Now I was getting a tiny bit pissed.  "He had me for two slow songs.
>I kept expecting you to cut in and now you tell me you missed it?"
>
>  Another shrug.  "Well, did you like it?"
>
>   "No."
>
>   My husbands knows pretty me well.  "You mean you didn't like the 
fact 
>that you were cockteasing him?"
>
>  Now it was my turn to smile.  "Well, it was a little fun and I think 
he's
>pretty safe.  He even protected me from Frank, then Frank protected me 
from
>him."
>
>  "Frank Gordon?  He tried something?  What?"
>
>  I sighed a bit.  You see Frank Gordon is his main competition at 
work.
>Both are always trying to outdo the other.  The problem is Frank isn't
>married and is willing to spend extra time at work on projects.  Ward
>is always late with his projects despite the fact that I told him it's
>okay if he works late.  I'm not the type of woman that has to have her
>husband under lock and key.  I'm a housewife and I depend on Ward to
>work and move us ahead.
>
>   "Yes, he tried to cut in several times.  I remembered some of the 
things
>you said about him and wondered if you would return and cut in 
yourself. But
>your boss wouldn't give me up so easily.  Remember later in the parking 
lot,
>Frank left before you could get to us?"
>
>   Ward nodded slightly.  "Yeah, so?"
>
>   I snapped at him again.  "Well, your kind old fart of a boss was 
giving
>me every reason to slap his face.  He propositioned me and was not even
>hearing out not interested I was.  Frank left his own date, came over 
and
>wouldn't leave until you came out.  As soon as they saw you, they both
>left."
>
>   Ward shrugged his shoulders.  "What could I do, the damn coatcheck 
girl
>made me late.  Still, looks like that A-hole is good for something, but 
it
>does give me an idea though."
>
>   His ideas are normally trouble for the two of us.  "What kind of 
idea?
>Ward, what are you up to?"
>
>  He looked as if he had some master plan already devised.  He took the
>time to ogle his wife and cleared his throat. "Well, the two of us are
>involved with a big project at work.  He's ahead of schedule and..."
>
>   "You're behind schedule?  Why am I not surprised?"
>
>   Ward shrugged his shoulders again.  "I think I have a lot more to do
>then he does.  Anyway, I could arrange for some data that he needs to 
be
>'accidently' left at the house.  I'll bet you anything that he drops
>whatever he is doing and will rush out our way.  When he arrives, you
>just make him late.  For once, I'll be ahead of him."
>
>   I raised my eyebrows and lowered my chin.  "How am I supposed to 
make
>him late?"
>
>   "The same way you worked my boss.  Just talk sweetly and let him 
look
>at you.  The guy is a major league pussyhound once he gets a gander at
>you in that dress..."
>
>   I stopped him.  "I'm not wearing a cocktail dress in the middle of 
the
>afternoon!"
>
>   My husband changed the radio station back.  "Yeah, okay, I'll put 
>somethings out for you to wear.  Don't worry, I know what men like."
>
>   "Ward, Do you realize that you are planning to dress me up to turn 
on
>your worst rival?  Is that what you want?"
>   
>   "Krist, you don't have to fuck the guy just work him a little.  I 
mean
>I don't hate the guy.  We're just friendly rivals.  Besides When I get 
home
>and see you in what I have in mind.  I'm gonna do a lot more then get 
teased
>by you.  Margo, will you do it?"
>
>   "I'm sure.  You WANT me to put on some display for your friend."
>
>   Ward thought about that for a second.  "Y'know, every day the guy 
has
>some new story about some supermodel conquest.  He acts like he doesn't
>want to say anything but the info still gets out.  Hell, one of the 
girls
>keeps calling him at work.  The arrogant sunavabitch said something 
like
>he never gets enough rest cuz they always keep calling up him up for 
more."
>
>   I snorted.  "Hmmph, he is arrogant."
>
>   Ward nodded in agreement now.  "Every guy who thinks he's hung like 
a
>horse is arrogant.  It sure would be nice to put him in his place.  
Honey,
>will you help me?  Remember the pool?"
>
>   I remembered a lot of things.  The pool was an example of what 
happens
>when Ward really applied himself and received it as a gift from the 
company.
>It was really special to see the look on my neighbors faces when they 
saw
>the crew show up to start digging.  Besides I was behind my man one 
hundred
>percent.  Still, it would be a sacrifice and I let him know that I was 
doing
>it somewhat against my will.  I have to admit a small part looked 
forward
>to teasing his "friend" a little bit.
> 
>      "I suppose I don't have much of a choice.  Yes, Ward, If it will 
help
>your career, I'll do it.  I'll make your friend late."
>
>   That big grin of said it all.  "Hell yeah!  That's my little babe!  
A
>little innocent sabotage and I'll be home in time to collect my reward 
just
>after it's been dangled right in front of him."
>
>   I rolled my eyes.  "My Ward the master planner.  Just be sure and 
let
>me know what your boss said.  If I'm going to do this, I want to know
>everything that happens."  Sure it was a vicarious thrill, but it beats
>sitting at home watching soaps (well, almost)!     
>
>***
>
>   That morning I felt a tapping on my shoulder.  When I felt his hand 
grip
>my shoulder and squeeze, I turned over onto my back and spread my legs.  
No
>real foreplay, but I already had my normal morning moistness.  I was 
hoping
>Ward would take the time to lick me, but instead I felt his thigh 
straddle
>my stomach and then my chest.
>
>   A moment later I felt his hard penis glide over my face.  I opened 
my
>sleepy slits seeing his meat partially block my vision.  "Suck me a 
little
>first, honey?"
>
>   I do normally enjoy sucking Ward.  I knew my man so well.  If I'm on 
my 
>knees, bobbing my head, feeling his crisp pubic hairs against my nose, 
I 
>get absolutely soaked.  This was gonna be a little rougher.  When he 
took 
>my chin I knew to open my mouth and let him have his way.  Awkward and 
>quick, I readjusted my pillow.  A second later, he probed gently at my 
>lips, feeding me a little more each time.  One last stroke and he 
buried
>his big four inch prick right in my face.  Maybe half a inch sticking 
out,
>my eyes wide and scared.  Just the look he taught me.
>
>   Yes, I am a well trained wife.  Look I don't work so giving my 
husband
>timely on demand sex is counted as one of my chores.  I really don't 
mind
>him using me and dumping me first thing in the morning.  There is 
normally
>some cuddling when we make love at night and besides, I like sex as 
much as
>he does and I vowed he would never masturbate as long as I was around.  
I 
>know that if I tell him, he'll eat out my snatch and not stop until I 
tell
>him.  I don't cum from regular straight sex, but the feeling I get of 
being
>pumped and filled is always pleasant.
>
>   "Sunavabitch.  What a great face.  Honey, do you like sucking my 
dick?"
>Do you like it when I fuck your face?"
>
>   I shook my head no and felt him expand in my mouth.  This was a 
treat
>for Ward.  He isn't very tough.  So when he told me that it turned him 
on
>a little when he thought he was forcing me.  It was actually very cute.
>
>   His small sack banged into my chin, filled with his morning load.  I
>kept my hands on his loins to make sure he didn't choke me.  Four 
inches
>is plenty for me and Ward is nothing if not obedient.
>
>   "Mmmh!  Awn muh fach!"  Having a load on your face is much easier to
>clean up and sometimes I just didn't feel like tasting his salty 
discharge.
>My husband pumped my mouth a few more times and moved back.
>
>   "I'm gonna do it.  I'm gonna sperm that housewife face of yours."
>
>   "I'm trapped again Ward.  I can't stop you."
>
>   "Open your mouth, honey."
>
>   I opened my mouth obeying without thinking, when he is this close, 
you
>just help him along.  I was going to get mine as soon as he was 
finished.
>"Give it me, Ward, c'mon now."  I lowered my voice to a whisper. 
"Ward," 
>I whined, "don't make me wait."
>
>   He didn't.  I watched in amazement as I saw a slight drop, leave his
>slit and then another a quick shot that landed above my head, another 
that
>hit my neck and then a messy dribble along his fist.  
>
>   I grinned up at him.  "You missed."
>
>   He grinned back, only slightly disappointed at his missed target.  
"Damn
>that was great.  Damn I'm lucky."
>
>   "Luckier then you think.  See the time?  I set the clock back an 
hour so
>you'd could start off your morning right." 
>
>   "You did that?"  The look on his face was priceless.  A wife who 
will 
>really does think about his needs.  He was still learning about my mine
>but I'm patient.  He moved back with my gentle push, he knew what I 
wanted.
>
>   "Yes, Now if you don't mind.  Don't make me wait."  I leaned back, 
and 
>put a foot on his shoulder.  Sure it's a routine.  Maybe a bit of a 
rut.  
>I do change things on special occasions, but we have a pattern and it 
does
>work.  "Besides, I set your clock ahead a half hour."
>
>   "Uh oh."
>
>   "What do you mean 'uh oh'?"
>
>   "Well, I set the clock back.  I thought it had just gotten a power 
hit
>or something."  A slow look at the clock and I see the expression I've 
seen
>so many times.  "Shit! I'm Late!"
>
>   I gripped the bedsheets.  "Ward, are you forgetting something?"
>
>   I lowered and raised my ass on the bed a few times.  I didn't care 
if
>I was eaten or taken, but I needed it now.
>
>   Ward looked like a man who couldn't make up his mind.  Ha!  I pity 
the
>poor wife who can't make her husband late.  His choices were really 
easy.
>My sweet peach, the gift of pleasure that no man can resist or fighting
>traffic to be greeted by a boss who wants what he can't have and a 
rival
>who delights in friendly torture.  
>
>   That man nearly knocked me out of bed, the way he dashed to the 
bathroom.
>He was shaving, brushing his teeth, combing his hair and getting 
dressed all
>at the same time.  I rubbed my suddenly neglected nookie and painfully 
got 
>out of bed.  
>
>   I was waiting at the door with a cup of coffee to go and a kiss he 
forgot
>to take as he rushed to his job.  Darn that latebird!  I was going to
>make him pay for leaving me frustrated!  It's a terrible situation.  I 
can
>deny him sex, but I since I want it too, I have to give in and punish 
him 
>with what he loves best.  Fine.  That man is going to be my sex slave 
when
>I'm done yelling at him.
>
>   A quick shower and then into town to pick up drycleaning.  I had 
gotten
>a haircut, manicure and pedicure the previous day due to the company 
social
>function.  Ah the hell of being a trophy wife.  I was enjoying my 
coffee 
>and danish when my mind began to dwell on what I had to do this 
afternoon.
>
>   However, the conversation in the next booth behind me is what 
captured
>my attention.  The first woman started.
>
>   "And did you see what Ann Pham was wearing?  Her breasts were all 
but
>falling out for the world to see.  That woman is too small for breasts
>that large.  She should have a reduction."
>
>   The second woman chuckled.  "Breasts are in this year and hers are
>certainly big enough.  Did you what Opal Brazil was wearing...and what 
>she brought.  I heard he's a common junkman."
>
>   A snort from the first woman.  "The black guy?  Well, you know why 
she
>is with him.  I spoke with him.  He's crude and even hit on me when 
Opal
>wasn't listening."
>
>   "Why was she was with him?  That old thing?  I think it's a myth."
>
>   "Well, his son is some kind of big football hero.  Pro 
scouts...money.
>You never know where the gravy train is going to stop.  If it's a myth, 
>I'll tell you tomorrow.  If not, I'll know where I'll be getting it 
>regular."
>
>   A giggle from her friend.  "It doesn't make that much of a 
difference.
>Size doesn't matter."  A moment of silence.  "Let me know if it true, 
>though maybe I'll get start getting it regular too!"
>
>   Both women laughed at that.  I rolled my eyes to no one in 
particular
>and left with thoughts of their conversation fresh in my head.  Truly I 
>wasn't interested in size.  My own cunny is small and is quite used to
>Wards member.  I wouldn't even know what to do with a thick long penis.
>In my two years at junior college, I was fortunate that the first three
>men I slept with had no more then five inches and were rather thin even 
>in comparison to Ward.
>
>   However, the next man had seven big inches, almost an inch across.
>I was fascinated with his size, it being the largest penis I had ever 
>seen.  The fascination turned harsh as he seemed more interested in 
>trying to ram me then getting me ready for such a big one.  I was 
>grateful when he got it halfway in and came.  After him came Ward, a 
>funny guy with promises that he eventually almost always kept.  The 
>sex didn't hurt and he could lap my cunny with the best of them.  
>
>   I stopped and blinked.  I couldn't believe I wasting more then a few
>spare thoughts on this stolen conversation.  I concentrated on my 
favorite 
>sport, shopping!  Ward makes the money and I spend it.  Still even my 
>favorite past time was interrupted by the sight of a construction crew 
>working inside of the mall.
>
>   I was sitting, putting entries into my checkbook when one of the 
workers
>looked at me.  I wasn't wearing anything stimulating.  A pair of 
shorts,
>a blue blouse and sandals.  I could see he was staring at me so I 
started
>swinging my leg a bit and watched him in the corner of my eyes.  He 
leaned
>to his pal and they both moved their position so they could watch me.
>
>   My sandals were slight things.  Merely a blue strap across the 
wooden
>slipper.  When I dangled it from my toe, I saw one guy adjust himself.
>He was smooth and it hid what swelling I had caused well.  I began to
>lightly twirl my ankle and the other man adjusted himself as well but 
he
>was very obvious.  I'm glad I managed to catch my reaction as my eyes
>drifted back and forth between the two men's crotches.  When I stood 
and
>smiled at them, both broke into wide grins, smiling back.  A brave one
>actually waved.  A very brief fantasy of construction workers and then
>onto the Freeway to get stuck in an unexpected traffic jam.  I
>wondered briefly whether it would affect Ward on his way home,
>then turned my thoughts to spending an afternoon with Frank Gordon.
>
>***   
>   One good thing about not having a job is that being late for me is
>strictly a relative term.  After all, it's not like I have real boss to
>worry about, but I wanted to make sure I had a little time to prepare
>myself for Wards rival.  The traffic cleared up as I entered our 
suburb.
>I checked my watch as I closed the door and smiled.
>
>   Not bad, really. I had made it back in plenty of time.  I looked at 
>the cheap outfit my husband laid out for me and thought about changing
>into something different then this sausage dress.  I swore under my
>breath when I heard a car pull up in the driveway.  Just great! Unlike
>my husband he was a half hour early!
>
>   Grabbing the dress I snugged myself into it and made a mental note
>to lose a few pounds.  It was a little tight and it made my breasts 
bulge
>out over the top.  No hose without runs and already a second knock on 
the
>door.  Well at least, I had shaved my legs yesterday and they were 
still
>smooth.  I watched myself in the full length mirror and turned.  A 
short
>dress, naked legs and heels.  Hmmm, I look easy.  Really easy.  Too 
easy.
>Good.  Suffer Frank.  A second to step into the heels and smooth the 
dress.
>
>   I hurried to the door to make sure he didn't leave.  I shouldn't 
have
>worried.  I had to remember a guy like this guy wasn't going to miss 
out
>a chance to ogle a female.  Even if she was married to his coworker.  
>
>  Opening the door I thought of the previous night. I didn't really 
notice
>that Frank was so tall.  I was looking right into his chest.  I looked 
up
>and saw his handsome smiling face.
>
>  "Margo?  I'm Frank Loggins.  I'm here to get some disks for the 
project."
>
>  I smiled back.  "I remember you Frank.  Come in."
>
>  He hung back a bit.  I'm sure he took a moment to check out my well 
kept
>housewife body.  No I do not sit around eating bon bons all day.  Since 
I
>don't work and we don't have any kids yet.  I think I should keep 
myself
>in good shape for my hard working man.
>
>  I pointed to a chair.  "Would you like something to eat?  Something 
to
>drink?"
>
>  The look in his eyes said he what he really wanted to eat.  Me.  Well
>no way.  He's the one who is always one step ahead of Ward.  There was 
no
>way I was going to let him beat my husband this time.  
>
>  "Not really.  I just came to get the disks, back to the office and 
then
>I'm hitting the beach.  Perfect day to be outside."
>
>  I sat across from him crossing my legs.  "I agree.  I wish I could 
out
>sometimes.  But I'm always finding something to do around the house."
>
>  He slapped his thigh with his big hand.  "Ha!  At least you have a 
house.
>I think Ward is pretty lucky.  Nice house and a beautiful wife."
>
>  I felt slightly charmed by him.  "Nice house, okay wife."
>
>  "Margo, are you kidding every wife should be issued one of those 
dresses.
>There wouldn't be any divorces."
>
>  I stood.  "Oh this thing.  I just didn't want to look like a bum when 
>someone stops by.  Do you like it?"  A teaser fishing for compliments,
>but I had to keep him here.
>
>  He sat back in my husband's chair.  "I'm not sure.  Turn around."
>
>  I did a quick turn, not thinking that he didn't ask me. He told me
>what to do and I did it.
>
>  He laughed.  "Margo!  If you're gonna model you gotta take it slow. 
Now
>try it again please."
>
>  Well at least he said 'please'.  Once again I obeyed and turned 
around
>slowly for him.  "How's this?"  A silly question.  Every man loves a
>woman in a short dress and high heels.
>
>  Whoa, I could see him undressing me with his eyes.  "Much better.  
Like
>I said, Ward is one lucky fella."  He looked thoughtful for a second. 
"Uh,
>Margo, I think I can still make the beach, do you know where Ward put 
the
>disks?"
>
>   Maybe the guy wasn't as big a pussyhound as my husband says. A quick
>glance at the clock told me I had to keep him longer.  A lot longer. 
"You
>don't have to drive down to the beach.  We have a pool right in the 
backyard.
>Why don't you just swim here and keep me company till Ward comes home."
>
>  Frank really took the time to think it over.  "Well, there are two 
things
>stopping me."
>
>  Here it comes. The sexual innuendo that guys can't help.  I smiled
>sweetly.  "What two things?"
>
>  "One, if you swim with me."
>
>  "Easy enough.  I need to get some sun anyway.  What else?"
>
>  "Margo, I don't have any swim trunks.  I don't think your hubby would
>take kindly to me skinny dipping in his pool."
>
>  "You can use one of Wards.  You're a lot taller, but I think you two
>look about the same in the waist.  Gimme a minute."  I could feel his
>eyes follow me into my bedroom.  When I turned to see, he had just 
>turned his head away.  Hmm, that was nice, but rather easy to keep
>his attention in this dress.  I wondered what kind of attention I
>could get in my one piece.
>
>  I opened my drawer and was horrified to see that the only swim suit
>I could find for me what a thong bikini.  I relaxed and reminded myself
>that I was only being an obedient wife.  Ward said he would buy me all
>new ones and tossed my old ones away.  I held up the bottoms and my 
next
>thoughts were much more wicked.  I remembered the obscene tent of 
Wards's
>boss when I glanced down.  Yes I loathed him for making me look, but I 
did
>remember a slight dampness in my own panties when I realized the effect 
I
>had on him.
>
>  I wanted to see the effect I was having on Frank.  I picked up a thin
>pair of tight swimming trunks, speedos and imagined what he what he 
looked
>liked compared to Ward.  As I peeled out of my dress and I noticed that
>I was damp again.  No doubt from all teasing and daydreaming I had 
done,
>not to mention the stud waiting for me in the living room.
>
>  A minute later I was back and held up the skimpy trunks.  "This is my
>fault. I teased Ward about the baggy trunks and bought him these as a 
joke.
>But I do think they might fit."
>
>  "HA!  Frank has a locker full of shorts at the gym.  I told him to 
bring
>his junk home."  He gripped the trunks.  "Speedos?  Do I look like a 
Euro
>to you?"
>
>  I giggled, not giving him a chance to change his mind.  "Oh you'll be
>fine.  Just go into the bathroom and I'll be outside.  Just come on 
out."
>
>  Frank scrunched his face.  "Margo, these trunks don't leave much to 
the 
>imagination."
>
>  "Do mine?"
>
>  Now the look was a deliberate leer.  "Can't tell.  That top is 
amazing
>but another turn if you don't mind."
>
>  I narrowed my eyes at him but obeyed, turning slowly around for him.  
I
>heard his sharp intake of breath when my exposed asscheeks presented 
>themselves to him.  Even when I turned back around Frank eyes were 
fixed
>on my barely covered breasts.
>
>  "Frank, up here."
>
>  Now he blushed, his grip tightening around the speedos.  "Whew, um, I
>um, sorry.  I'll, um go change."
>
>  "Sure Frank, take your time."
>
>  Another pleasant smile and I sauntered toward the sliding doors that
>led to our pool.  I saw in the reflection of the glass that he remained
>long enough to check out what he could before he disappeared himself.
>
>  Five minutes later, his head poked out.  "Margo. I don't think this 
is
>gonna work."
>
>  Shy?  A supposedly major league pussyhound and he was shy?  "Frank,
>come out and let me see."
>
>  He let out a sigh of resignation.  "Okay, but it's gonna be gross."
>Taking one step, he closed the sliding doors and turned around.  I did
>notice that in the speedos his bum looked delicious, but when he turned
>around, I covered my mouth with my hand and let out a gasp.
>
>  The bulge Frank made in those thin trunks was absolutely huge!  He 
took
>a few steps out and gave me a chance to ogle the rest of his body.  
Whew,
>he wasn't really body builder large, but he seemed cut at just the 
right
>places.  Those washboard abs must've taken a lot sit ups. Whew.
>
>  He seemed to walk in slow motion, stopping till he was just in front 
of
>my face.  I had to blink when I heard my name.
>
>  "Margo?  Up here."  
>
>  I couldn't help myself.  My eyes would dart from the lean six pack 
stomach
>to his bulged out crotch, back to his chest softened with a glaze of 
hair,
>back to his crotch and finally settled on his eyes.
>  
>   "Huh?  Oh."  I know I blushed.  It was obvious that I wasn't just 
staring
>at his heavy endowment, I was hypnotized by it.  "Sorry, um, I bet that
>happens a lot."  Ohmigawd!  Did I just say that?
>
>   "I wish.  I spend all that time doing sit-ups and stomach crunches 
and 
>every girl I date doesn't say a thing."
>
>   My eyes dropped down to his crotch again.  I couldn't help myself.  
When
>I looked up he smiled down at me as I blushed again.  "Uh, Margo are 
you
>sure this is okay?  I would hate to get beat up by some jealous 
husband."
>
>   Ha!  Ward probably couldn't beat me up.  "Oh it's nice to have some
>company.  I'm sure Ward won't mind."
>
>   Frank put this somber look on his face.  "Maybe I should go."
>
>   What?  I'm sitting here wearing nothing but a bikini and he wants to
>go.  Too soon.  Way too soon.  He'd be back at work, finish up, steal 
my
>husbands compliments and be at the beach thinking of the show he saw.
>Of course!  I'm the show!  I grabbed a bottle of suntanning oil and 
held
>it up to him.
>
>   "You can leave if you want to, but I'm sure Ward would want you to 
stay
>and enjoy our hospitality.  Besides, if you leave, who would put oil on
>back?"  Direct.  Obvious.  If that doesn't make him stay longer then 
nothing
>would.
>
>   Frank didn't disappoint me.  "Well, if you're sure it's okay.  Turn
>over honey."
>
>   I smiled and flipped over onto my belly.  Frank surprised me and 
>straddled me.  I started to object but remembered that I invited him to
>oil my body.  He was surprisingly light as he nestled in.  My legs were
>spread and simply plopped himself right behind me with his legs 
covering
>mine.  I felt the oil squirt upon my back and his hands rubbing my thin
>shoulders.  I realized at once, he wasn't just applying oil but giving
>me a first rate massage.
>
>   His hands worked my upper torso rubbing the oil into my skin.  I 
placed
>my hands under my chin and relaxed.  In a way this was becoming a much
>sweeter tease then I planned.  He could handle my body, but he couldn't
>have me.  "That feels nice Frank.  I bet you do this for your 
girlfriends.
>Ward tells me you have a few."
>
>   His deep voice soothed me.  "I guess.  But it's hard to find someone
>as nice and petite as you.  With this body, I bet you still have to 
beat
>the guys away.  Do you want this all over?"
>
>   Such a nice gentle touch.  "All over, sure."  I knew I was supposed
>to be teasing him, but the way he started at my feet and worked up each
>hip, the extra gentle care he took as he oiled my inner thighs was just
>perfect.  A warm squirt of liquid and for a moment I thought he had 
just
>cum on my butt.  A second later he was massaging my ass, taking his 
time
>as felt me up, oiling my ass.  I almost protested when he didn't dip 
down
>the final inch to oil my little love trap as well.  His strong hands on 
>my thin ankles and he put my legs together.  What a gentleman.  I might 
>not have complained had he lifted my ass and removed my bottom.  He was
>just that smooth.
>
>   I heard the lounger groan and creak as he settled his large form
>on top of mine, straddling my butt with his thighs.  More oil and he
>concentrated on my shoulders again working to the back of my neck.  It
>was then I felt him.
>
>   It was big, it was hard and it rested right between my string 
covered
>asscheeks.  My Gawd, he's fat.  I felt him rock gently as he kneaded my 
>thin shoulders with a perfect practiced ease.  "Margo, you skin is so 
soft,
>you feel like silk."
>
>   I groaned trying to turn the conversation from me.  "I'm sure you've
>felt softer.  How many girfriends do you have?"
>
>   "None really.  None as pretty as you.  They just call me up and use 
me."
>
>   "Use you?  What do you mean?"
>
>   I felt another lurch at my ass.  I guess that got to him a bit.  He
>stopped for a second, then continued his soft motions.  "You know.  
You're
>a married woman."
>
>   I knew and it hit me what where I was and what I was doing.  I 
raised
>up a bit.  "I know, I just like hearing about what goes on in the real
>world out there.  Not too much excitement being a housewife."  I craned 
my
>neck just a bit.  "That was nice.  Maybe you should take a dip in the 
pool
>and cool off."
>
>   I swear I could feel his disappointment.  He lifted himself, our 
patio
>lounger squeaking its thanks.  To my surprise, he stepped past me 
before I
>could turn around and quickly hit the water.  I admit I was more then a 
>little disappointed at not seeing the effect that my body on him.
>
>   Walking over to the edge of the pool, I dangled my legs in the water
>and watched him do three laps.  I figure he was really burning away his
>ardor the way he tore into the water.  He finally stopped besides me,
>dunking himself once before speaking.
>
>   "Great Idea.  Things were getting pretty hot."
>
>   "I'm sorry, Frank.  I hope I didn't embarrass you too much."
>
>   "Margo, putting that oil on your back did a lot more then embarrass 
me.
>If I didn't know better.  I'd say you were teasing me."
>
>   "Teasing?  Me?  I don't know what you mean."
>
>   Treading water a bit, he looked me right in the eyes.  "I'm sure you
>don't all of your husbands guests access to your body."
>
>   "Well, I suppose that's true.  Suppose I am trying to cocktease you 
a
>bit?  Would you deny a bored housewife a little fun?"
>
>   A look of lust in his eyes.  "Not when they look like you.  I guess 
we
>have a bit of an understanding then."
>
>   I leaned back feeling the sun cook my skin and then looked back down
>at him.  "I guess we do.  Do you feel a little cooler now."
>
>   "Much cooler."  With that he bobbed down once and lifted himself 
from
>the side of the pool.  Spraying me with small droplets of water as he
>twisted himself up and out of the water.  When he stood, my mouth 
dropped
>open and I felt a sharp intake of breath.
>
>   I mean I was sitting while he stood above me, moving the water back   
>from his his hair and I didn't have to look up much.  His limp fatty 
was
>dangling a good six inches and moved with a slight sway.  I looked at 
the
>pool and could see a darkened material at the bottom and then looked 
back
>at his cock.
>
>   I knew he was big from the way his cock bulged out the thin swimming
>trunks but that view did not do him justice.  Limp he was two inches 
>longer then my husband when hard, but he was thicker then my wrist as
>well.  It was just impossibly fat.  I found myself staring with at his
>big cock with the same fascination that I had in college.  I didn't 
even
>try to hide my shock at seeing something so large less then a foot from
>my face.
>
>   "Jeezus Krist!  Frank, um, I Jeezus...uh whew Frank."
>
>   He had a smirk on his face.  One that said he seen this reaction 
many
>times before.  "Guess I forgot something in the pool, huh?  Margo?"
>
>  I heard my name but still remained hypnotized by such a thick fat 
dick.
>That's when it began.  I watched him lengthen and thicken and thicken
>some more right in front of my eyes.  That it was stunned me the most,
>the way he fattened with each upward movement of his shaft.  They were 
>small obscene lurches that drew a gasp from me each time it would bob a 
>bit.  It didn't stop until he was stiff and pointing that pudgy weapon 
>at my head.
>
>   When I didn't say anything.  He actually took a step closer.  I 
heard
>him sigh.  "Well you wanted to tease me."
>
>   I stammered.  "I...I guess I did."  I took his wrist and looked at 
his
>watch.  I still had a good hour left.  
>
>   "Do you want me to leave?"
>
>   I still had to keep him here but things were escalating fast.  My 
eyes
>remained fixed on his crotch.   "No...no.  I think I...I think I need 
some
>more oil."  I quickly turned away and back on my belly so I couldn't 
look 
>at his big sex machine.
>
>   My head was so light I didn't even think of telling him to go back 
in
>the pool and get his trunks.  I felt his hands on my hips and then his
>deep voice commanding me.  "I did your back already Margo.  I think I 
>should do your front as well, don't you?"
>
>   I didn't want him to go.  There was still some time left before my
>hubby would come home and I wanted to be hot for him when he came.  I 
>wanted him to know that his rival had been there, been unmercifully 
>teased and then went home frustrated.
>
>   All of these rationalizations entered my mind at once.  I let him 
>turn me over.  "Yes Frank.  Please do my front."
>
>   I flipped over onto my back.  Frank leaned down, gripped me right 
>behind my knees and lifted.  "Spread your legs Margo.  I want them on
>either side of me so I can get in close."
>
>   I let him lift my legs so that they were bent at the knee.  He moved
>in quickly and I could see the top half of his fat sausage sticking 
above
>my crotch.  My lord, he could simply move the thin strip at my nookie 
aside 
>and slide that monster if he wished. 
>
>   He didn't.  At first he just gazed down at me.  Laying on my back, 
my
>legs spread and I'm sure he could sense how wet I had become.  No 
wonder.
>The women's earlier conversation, the teasing of the construction 
workers
>and his expert handling of my body had left me more then aroused.  But 
big
>Frank wasn't finished yet.
>
>   "Margo, lift up your arms.  I'm going to remove your top."
>
>   Once again I obeyed.  Raising my arms and wriggling a bit so he 
could
>slip the top from my oil slick body.  When I settled back he was all 
smiles
>as he enjoyed the view of my small tits freed for his enjoyment.  In 
keeping
>with the scenario, he squirted some oil on my chest and started his 
next
>massage.  "Man, Margo you have absolutely perfectly tits."  Me?  I had 
no
>reply for his appreciative appraisal of my breasts.  I was already 
letting
>out sighs of pleasure as he cupped my small breasts in his big hands.
>
>   He kneaded my twin apples as if they were dough, still gentle but 
there
>was no mistaking that he was doing more then just applying oil.  The 
way 
>my body jerked each time he flicked his big thumbs over my nipples, 
making
>them stiff and thick would cause him to grind the big tendon at my 
crotch.
>That tendon had split my labs and was already causing light friction at
>clit.  In other words, he was making me crazy.
>
>   I managed to look at his wristwatch and could see there was only a 
half
>hour remaining till Ward got home.  Frank thrust his hips a couple of 
times
>at my clothed vee, making me pant.  When he started a deliberate fuck 
motion
>I rocked back at him making us both gasp and moan.
>
>   He leaned back.  "Margo, lift your hips, I have to remove your 
bottoms."
>
>   I hesitated for a second.  "Uhm, Frank, I don't know..."  I could 
feel
>his tremendous hardness calling me.
>
>   The big man interrupted me.  "Do you want me to leave?"
>
>   I couldn't look him in the eyes.  I turned my head and whispered 
back at
>him.  "No.  Please stay."
>
>   It wasn't an arrogant look, more of a knowing confidence.  "Then 
Raise 
>your hips for me, Margo."
>
>   "Yes Frank."
>
>   Once again, he was quick, thumbing each side of my bikini bottom and 
>tugging gently.  His cock did an extra bob as he cleared my feet, 
leaving
>naked, exposed and aroused for whatever he wanted next.  
>
>   Frank settled back in, moaning at the sex to sex contact.  He 
gripped 
>each arm and then started sawing that big fat organ between my pussy 
lips.  
>He was using my pussy to masturbate and it felt too good to tell him to
>stop.  In fact I was hunching back helping him. 
>
>   This wasn't part of Wards master plan.  It certainly wasn't in mine,
>but I allowed the man to get me hot and nothing was going to stop him.
>
>   Or me.
>
>   In breathless tone, I gasped out to him.  "Frank <Uhnnn> 
Frank...stop!"
>I had to stop him, slow him down before he fucked me in broad daylight.
>
>   Immediately he obeyed but he spoke in a lowered voice as well.
>
>   "I guess it's time for me to leave."
>
>   "NO!"  Did I just yell at him?  "No.  I just think we should go 
inside."
>
>   "You tired of cockteasing me already."
>
>   When he stood, I raised up and found myself looking at his large 
rack.
>   "No Frank, I think we still have a few more minutes till Ward gets 
home."
>
>   It would take less then a minute for us to enter back into the 
living
>room.  One glance at the clock told me I only had fourteen minutes to 
go
>before Ward would come home and end my teasing days.  Certainly I could
>hold out from having Frank take me for that long.
>
>   I sat on the couch, but Frank remained standing.  He reached over 
and
>grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and dropped it in front of him.
>His voice was still gentle but still issued commands.
>
>   "No Margo.  Here."
>
>   A pillow thrown at his feet.  Every woman knows what that means.  I
>hesitated trying to make every second count.  He seemed to enjoy my 
internal
>struggle, but I knew I couldn't make him wait too long.
>
>   "You want me to kneel in front of you Frank?"
>
>   "Yes, Margo.  Is there a problem with that."
>
>   My own words hit me.  I shook my head.  "No Frank.  Whatever you 
say."
>
>   "Whatever I say?  Really?"
>
>   "Yes Frank."  I kneeled down on the pillow and looked straight 
ahead.
>It probably looked like I was talking to some meat microphone.  "I'll 
do
>whatever you say, till Ward gets home."
>
>   "Then would you mind leaning forward a bit?"
>
>   "Maybe."
>
>   "MAYBE?"
>
>   A look of surprise on his face.  He shouldn't be though.  I was very
>doubtful that I was going have my wifely virtue intact if my husband 
wasn't
>on time.  A quick look of disbelief at the jawbreaking fatness bobbing 
in
>front my face and then a look up at the king.
>
>   "I will if you do me a favor first."  I looked at the clock again.
>
>   "Frank, I want you to watch you wack off."
>
>   A chuckle.  "Wack off?"
>
>   Here I am kneeling before a naked man with a thick dick and I 
blushed.
>"Well, it's what Ward calls it.  I love to watch him to do it.  If you 
>can wack off..."
>
>   "Jack off, it sounds better."
>
>   "Of course, Frank as you say.  If you can jack off for..." I looked 
at
>the clock, in his eyes, then stared at his big dick, "...say ten 
minutes,
>then I'll lean forward for you."
>
>   I said ten minutes because Ward should be home in nine.  If not, 
well,
>I warned him not to be late.  For Frank, it didn't matter, it all 
seemed
>like great fun to him.  "Ten minutes, as you wish."
>
>   Frank spat in his hand, gross but my lips parted as it seemed to 
>grease his cock for him.  It made a grisly sound as he slow pumped his
>organ in front of me.  He would stop ever so often, pull his big log
>down to stop his orgasm and then start again.  I seemed to take a deep
>breath every time he pulled his meat at me.  My nipples hardened when
>a single white drop slipped from the slit and he used that to grease
>himself as well.  
>
>   At nine minutes, his head was turning from side to side and he would
>close and open his eyes as if he couldn't look at me.  I knew Ward and
>wanted to see if Frank was as typical.
>
>   "Cum for me, Frank."  I said softly.
>
>   "GAWD...DAMMIT...NOT...FAIR"  A word per stroke, poor guy must be 
>really close.  I licked my lips in case he was watching and then edged
>him closer.  
>
>   "Frank...don't me wait.  I want to see the big one explode.  C'mon,
>cum for me big boy."
>
>   Ten minutes.  Frank removed his hands and I watched in amazement as
>his thick can schlong pulsed and bobbed up and down on it's on.  His 
>hands were balled into fists and his teeth wre gritted, his abs flexed
>and his body shook for a few seconds.
>
>   And then he stopped.
>
>   Frank looked down at the clock and then down at me.  A big smile of
>victory.  He slapped his steel hard cock.  "Good boy."  That look of
>confidence as he regarded my kneeling form.  Damn he's impressive.
>"Margo, now then, would mind leaning forward a bit."
>
>   A deep breath.  "No, I don't mind at all."  At that point I gave in
>completely.  Leaning forward, I nuzzled his fat cock with my nose and
>let him move the big one all over my face.  He pressed especially hard
>against my the side of mouth and I wondered if he was trying to smear
>my lipstick a bit.  He seemed contented to do that for about a minute 
>before giving me more commands.
>
>   "Open your mouth honey."
>
>   I wish I could say that I did it because it was the same thing that 
my
>husband said to me almost every day.  The truth is I would've done it 
even
>without any prodding.  I opened my mouth and kissed his fat head 
lightly
>before sucking in his thick head.  I made a smacking sound each time, 
he
>fed me another inch.  I pulled back when he started to choke me a bit, 
but
>he just wrapped his hand in my hair and warned me before he thrust 
forward
>again.
>
>   Wrap your hand around so you don't choke.  No honey, use your left 
hand.
>That's it...better...better.  C'mon honey, use that other hand on 
these."
>My wedding ring hand.  The smooth bastard wanted to see my wedding band
>glistening on his thick chunky.  A turn-on of forbidden pleasures.  I
>was sucking another man and I still hadn't been kissed.  Frank kept his
>hands in my hair while I used my mouth and hands to service him.  
>
>   There was no other way to put it.  I was servicing him better then I
>serviced my husband.  A well trained wife, I kept my eyes open and on 
him.  
>Frank certainly loved the sight of my head slowly bobbing back and my 
mouth
>filled with more meat then I could handle.
>
>   I frowned ever so often at the sight of my hand not able to go 
around
>half of his thick shaft, but I made sure that I kept my mouth moving 
back
>and forth and I kept my hand stroking what I could not suck. 
>
>   He wrapped his other hand in my hair and started thrusting harder.  
Now
>there was no other way to put it.  He was taking long strokes and slow
>fucking my face.  When he somehow managed a little more cock it hit my
>gag reflex and I opened my eyes wide and scared.
>
>   Frank seemed to think it was some housewife trick.  "Yeah, honey, 
yeah
>keep it up almost there.  Squeeze my nuts honey, squeeze my nuts."
>
>   "MMMPH!  MMmmPH!  Ya Chawkin me."  Not much sound to make when you 
>are having face fucked.
>
>   "AW BABY, I'M ALMOST THERE!  THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!!"
>
>   "MMMmmMph! AWN MUH FACH, FWANK, AWN MUH FACH!"
>
>   "NO PROMISES NOW, MARGO JUST...just...AWWRGH!"
>
>   The male orgasmic bellow.  He sounded like a lion roaring as he 
shook
>once, shot a Frank creme straight into my throat.  I didn't taste that 
blast
>but I did taste the next two spurts.  One went down the wrong pipe and 
I
>choked on it.  Frank to his credit, didn't continue to choke me, but 
pulled
>back from my mouth and then shot the rest of wad onto my face.  I felt 
one
>stringy warm blast after another leave a ribbon of white from my chin 
to my
>forehead, even plastering one eye shut.  Damn he was healthy.  I 
couldn't 
>feel it slide down my face, his cum just stayed put whereever it 
landed.
>
>   I felt exhausted giving him head.  My jaw ached from the strain of
>having my mouth opened so wide and for such a long time.  My one eye
>saw that fat shaft droop just a little and then restiffen right before
>me again.  I tried to catch my breath and looked at the clock.  Ward
>should've been walking through the door right now.
>
>   Damn that man he was late again.  I barely had time to get mad.  
Frank
>was already sliding down.  "Lean Back Margo.  Lean back honey."
>
>   A little dazed and more then that, the act of of a kneeling blowjob
>makes me cream my panties every time and it was no exception for Frank.
>I didn't even try to stop him as me moved between my legs and cocked
>them at the knees.  A second later he moved that big fat knob to my 
slick
>crease and pushed.  I could feel his tremendous head lodge at my 
opening
>and my ass scoot along the carpet.  Leaning forward, he rested both of
>hands just above my shoulders to hold me in place as he worked himself
>inside.
>
>   I was in trouble from the start.  Franks big cock was fatter along
>the shaft then the head and I was already feeling split in two!  I 
watched
>his face smile at the pleasure my body was giving him and the grimace 
on
>my face from already taking a cock that was twice as fat as any I ever 
had.
>My head turned from side to side as he slowly, ever so slowly began to
>pump me.  It wasn't even an inch at a time, but I knew that I receiving
>more and more cock with each firm push into my slit.
>
>   It seemed to go forever, the way he kept sliding more and more meat
>into my pussy.  I finally whimpered at gripped his arms.
>
>   "Frank...Frank I can't take anymore.  It's too fat, too long. 
Please."
>
>   "I know baby, I just had to see how much you could handle.  Can you 
take
>any more, little honey."
>
>   I shook my head from side to side.  "N...No,  you've bottomed out 
Frank.
>There's no more room...please...don't hurt me."
>
>   Another smile.  "Honey, hurting you is the last thing on my mind.  
This
>should feel better."  Normally, I can feel wards scrotum glancing from 
my
>behind.  Frank gave me all I could handle and pulled back a bit.  He 
leaned
>down and forced his head to my nipples so he could suck them while he 
just
>grinded me.
>
>   That's what it was.  A slow fuck on the living room floor.  Every so 
>often he would thrust hard, mixing it in so I wouldn't know when it was
>coming.  He moved his hips from side to side as if he were making sure 
that
>he was screwing every millimeter of my tiny pussy.  Every time  he 
thrust
>I would scoot along the floor a bit.  I had never been fucked for more 
then
>a few minutes but he fucked me long enough to move us across the living 
room
>floor until my head hit the bricks of the fireplace.
>
>   He moved back and withdrew leaving a horrid vacuum in my pussy.  
Damn him
>I was close to my first ever orgasm from being screwed.  He pinched my 
>nipples once.  Grabbed my hips and gave another command.
>
>   "Flip over Margo.  That ass of yours has been teasing me all 
afternoon
>and I want to nail it at least once."
>
>   At least once.  I had already sucked him off, he was screwing my 
lights
>out.  What else did he want.   I was so close, there was no arguement.  
I
>flipped over and remained on my hands and knees while he mounted me 
from
>behind.
>
>   Frank put that big cattle prod at my opening and pushed, entering me 
a 
>few times, causing a whimper or moan whenever he would leave.  When he 
>finally just kept moving deeper and deeper inside I was more then ready
>for him.  I hunched back at him, not able to wait for him to take more 
>pleasures.  I heard a yeah honey each time I moved back so I could fuck
>myself on his thick meaty member.   
>
>   He was so slow and so careful I couldn't take anymore.  I lowered 
myself
>so I was resting on my elbows.  "Frank, I'm ready now, you can do it 
harder
>now."
>
>   "Huh?"  
>
>   "I said, Fuck me harder.  C'mon fuck me har...ERRGH!"
>    
>   What else can you say when someone buries that much inside of you.  
He
>held my hips and thrust hard, splitting me in two again and again.  It 
was
>not two minutes that the first shudder began, a building pressure and 
then
>a blinding release that I had never known before.  
>
>   My eyes shut in orgasm and my whole body shuddered, Frank remained 
>buried inside of me and rode out my climax.  I had never cum so hard my 
>entire life.  It must've been only a minute but seemed like hours when
>I felt a slap on my buttcheeks.
>
>   I blinked a few times as I felt that same horrible vacuum again.  I
>had cum so hard that I didn't feel that excess wetness I expected nor 
the
>familiar pulse of his fat penis.  I was trying to ask him if he had 
cum,
>but the words wouldn't make sense.
>
>   "Frank...Hmmm...Um, did...um..."
>
>   "On your back Honey.  Time to get mine."
>
>    Ohmigawd.  He still hadn't finished with me yet?  I just nodded 
since
>I seemed unable to talk.  The big man had fucked me silly.  I was still 
>pretty wiped out from my hard cum but Frank just took control by taking 
>my ankles and helping me over to my back.  
>
>   The big stud held both of my ankles in one hand and slid into me.  
He
>pumped cunny a few times as if he were testing it for tightness.  Thick
>Frank rested both of my sleek legs along his torso and nodded to me 
once.  
>"Okay,  I think you're ready now.  I'm gonna bang you pretty hard, 
okay?"
>
>   Another half nod through half slit eyes and my ankles resting at his
>shoulders.  Frank stayed on his knees and gripped my waist.  My eyes 
shot
>opened as he slid into me again, once again, he started a gentle thrust 
>that picked up speed.  As if he had banged me a hundred times before, 
he
>fed each inch into me just a little at a time. I got that same 
overstuffed
>feeling as before and told him so.
>
>   "Frank...Frank I don't think I can take anymore."
>
>   "Sure you can baby, here, take a little more. Get ready...UhnF!"
>
>   "UHNF!"  I started writhing like a fish on a hook, stroking his hard
>body with my soft legs as he stroked me.  Harder and harder Frank 
banged
>me keeping his word to make me take a little more.  I gripped his arms
>turning my head from side to side as Frank steamed my small cunt with
>that awesome tool.  My nipples were cherry hard and my whining moans
>nonstop when I felt a softer slapping of my ass.
>
>   Frank had done it.  He was screwing me hard, banging me with every
>bit of his wrist thick chunky on every stroke.  He would withdraw all
>the way before plunging back hard causing the delicious clit friction
>that was driving me toward another blast of fireworks.  The effect on
>Frank wasn't lost on me either.  When I could focus my eyes I could 
>see that he was turning his head from side to side as well, enjoying
>my silky treasures as long as he could.
>
>   The hard strokes became harder, the constant splitting melding as
>I was fucked and fucked hard.  My Frank ironed walls could feel the
>giant expanse as he thickened in prelude to his orgasm.  I came, a 
quick
>cum that I knew was the prelude for stronger, deeper climax.  My big 
man
>was a study of concentrated lust as the words left him in between his 
>pussy breaking strokes.
>
>   "Margo...Margo...gonna...cum...where do you...want it?"
>
>   I wanted it inside of me, I needed it inside of me.  I locked my
>eyes on his own dark sexy eyes.  "Inside...UhnF...inside me, cum UHNF!
>inside me, Frank!"
>
>    Frank pulled me closer, gripped my waist harder and pulled me back 
to
>meet his final powerful strokes.   I was being stuffed, overstuffed 
time
>and time again.  His stokes became ragged, my stud was too big again as 
>he shut his eyes for a second and let out a breathless grunting 
romantic
>sentence.
>
>   "GAWDDAMN UHNF, MARGO! UHNF! SHIT! YEAH YEAH YEEEAH."
>
>   All man, all sexual release.  Just what I needed as every pulse of 
his
>cock cannon coated me, the final blast, the final fuck of my well 
worked
>pussy was just what I needed.  I came and then I came again and a final
>big one that caused me to arch my body and point my toes and crack my
>bones as I became rigid.  I reeled off the mighty multiple orgasms that
>I had been chasing since Frank ravished me.  I heard his repeated 
"yeahs"
>as I rode him, grinding him deep, keeping him buried inside.
>
>   The gradual panting, I collasped, Frank collasped on top of me, 
still
>breathing hard, but still giving me gentle pumps of his not so rigid 
but
>still quite fat Gordon sausage.  I smiled at his smiling face.  It felt
>so right when it hit me.
>
>  "Ohmigawd.  My husband he'll... he'll"
>
>  "Be home soon?"
>
>  Oh the mixed feelings as we untangled ourselves.  I felt so very 
guilty,
>so very satisfied, so very bad and so very glad at everything that had
>happened that afternoon.  I looked at Frank, looking rediculous as he
>searched for his underwear and the relief as he found it.  I went to
>my bedroom and cleaned up as quick as I could.  When I left the 
bedroom,
>he was fully dressed, he was standing by the door some disks in his 
hand.
>
>   Neither one of us knew what to say, but Frank broke the spell first.
>
>   "Margo?"  He reached for me and I flowed into his arms.
>
>   "What is it, Frank?  What do you want now?"
>
>   "A kiss.  May I have a kiss?"
>
>   "Of course.  I said I would do whatever you said until Ward gets 
home."
>A perfect kiss that started soft and grew in passion.  I felt him grow
>and I reached down stroking him through his shorts.  Damn him, he was
>exciting yet somehow a gentleman and always all man.  I'm not a slut,
>this was a first for me and just feeling him up was almost what I 
wanted.
>
>   "Frank?"
>
>   "What is it, Margo?  What do you want now?"
>
>   "What do I want?  I want to suck you until Ward gets home.  I know 
it
>sounds really bad, but it's what I want.  Is that okay?"
>
>   I knew it would be.  Frank just layed back on the couch while I 
curled
>up at his side, sucking and playing with the biggest jawbreaker I had
>ever seen.  I didn't stop until we heard Ward's car pull up the 
driveway.
>Frank, of course, managed to choke me one more time, this time with his 
>wealth of thick cum that I was quickly getting used to.
>
>   He calmly zipped up and was blocking the door so my husband couldn't
>see I was wiping my chin with my blouse.  It stained my blouse and I
>hoped that Ward wouldn't ask about it.
>
>   He didn't.  He simply apologized for not coming home sooner.  It 
seemed
>that Ward was in a hurry to get rid of Frank anyway and I know that 
Frank
>wanted to beat a hasty retreat.
>
>   I sat across from Ward trying not to look guilty.  Hubby chucked his
>briefcase on the desk and plopped down on the same couch that I had 
been 
>blowing rival on, just a few minutes earlier.
>
>   "Honey, what a damn day.  The boss moved the presentation up and I
>caught hell when they found out I sent Frank off site.  Next I find out
>the boss had made copies of everyone's junk.  No privacy, but the 
A-hole
>didn't care.  The fart just yelled at me for sending Frank away for
>nothing.  Now he didn't like my presentation and is giving Gordon the
>the whole project.  Now I'll be working for him!"
>
>   I couldn't look him in the eye.  "No doubt."
>
>   Ward continued to rail.  "No doubt my ass!  Now he gets to set my
>schedule for the next three months!  Heaven knows where he'll send my
>ass."
>
>   I nodded.  "I'm sure Frank will work everything out.  He is actually
>jealous of you."
>
>   Ward slapped his forehead.  "Aww Crap!  I'm sorry honey.  You had
>to entertain the guy all afternoon for nothing.  I'm sorry.  I'll make
>it up to you."
>
>   I sighed.  "You don't have to do that.  Frank was very pleasent."
>
>   Ward got that look in his eye.  "I know what will make me feel 
better.
>Why don't you just come over here, I want to show you something.  Hey,
>what's that stain on your blouse?"
>
>   I put on my best smile.  "Just a spill, now go take a shower and ask
>me again."
>
>   I was putting him off, but he just shrugged and headed down the hall
>to take his shower.  I would make it up to him, but tonight there was 
no
>way I was going to let him near Franks pussy.  I waited till I heard 
the
>sound of the shower and went into hallway closet and picked up my 
hubby's
>thin black book.  I searched and found Frank's home and cellphone 
number.
>
>   A few seconds later, I heard a ring.
>
>   "I'm paying both ways start talking."  
>
>   "Frank, this is Margo."
>
>   A moment of silence before he spoke.  "Yes, Margo?"
>
>   "You'll be making Ward's schedule now.  Do you think you can arrange
>another visit?"  I held my breath when I heard no reply.  I heard the
>shower stop.  I made my voice more urgent.  "Frank...Please?"
>
>   A burst of relief when I heard his voice.  "Sure Margo, I can send
>Ward to Chicago for a week for starters?  How's that?"
>
>   I trembled a bit.  "That will be fine.  I...I have to go."  I 
slammed
>the phone down and hurried back to find some sports on television.  
Just
>something to divert Wards attention from me.
>   
>   I told you.  I was in trouble.  Big trouble.  I was going to be bad
>and I was going to do it as long as I could.  But it's not all my 
fault.
>Some of the blame has to go to Frank who reacted like any other male.
>Some of the blame goes to me, for giving in to my desires.  But some of
>the blame has to go to my husband.
>
>   The Latebird.
>
>             
>                                    Fin
>
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