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From: mariapollick@usa.net (Maria Pollick)
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Subject: Maria#3-Best for Bubba (wife, mf)
Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 18:49:59 -0700
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Maria#3-Best for Bubba (wife, mf)

"Bubba is Best in the Bedroom"

I left hubby's to meet Bubba at a bar last night. I felt it was his turn to get
my best.  I got there early, kicked off my shoes, and waited.

      Bubba on my right put his hand on my forearm and pointed to a
well-dressed gentleman sitting at the corner of the bar. "I think he wants to
buy you a drink," he said.

      I took a long, luxurious drag on my cigarette holder and looked up at
him. It was Bubba.  "What do you want?"

      "I want to fuck you," the he said, not missing a beat.

      Right then, I thought to myself, I need this crudeness tonight bad!

      "Why shouldn't I just slap you?" I asked, blowing a thin stream of smoke
upwards.

      "Because," Bubba said, "you want to get fucked." He finished his drink,
motioned to the bartender for a refill. "Do you need another?" he asked me.

      "Not yet," I said, and sipped my martini. "Are you usually this crude?"

      "As a matter of fact," he said, "I'm not."

      "How do I merit this particular honor?" I asked him.

      "Well," he said, "apart from being the most spectacular woman here
tonight -- and looking good enough to eat, I might add -- you're putting out a
message that says you're just trying to find some meat."

      He nodded toward the dance floor. "Let's dance." He stood and held
his hand
out to me; I took it without thinking, and followed him out to the floor. I saw
hubby there watching, too!

      On the dance floor, he held me closely, his hands toying with the small
of my back and my ass. Men from around the room looked disappointed that they
hadn't asked me first. The touch of his cheek brushing mine, as Eric watched,
excited me. It wasn't long before he was gently pressing his groin against
mine. I was fighting to control my gasps as I felt his firmness growing beneath
his slacks. My face burned at his brazenness, this openly sexual gesture, but
soon in excitation, I was brushing my mound against his hardness. I could feel
my nipples tingling against the material of my dress, erect and rock-hard. His
lips followed the line of my neck, causing me to shiver with pleasure. I tilted
my head back, offering my neck to him, and felt those soft, warm lips bearing
against me. Bubba whispered, "Let's do it alone tonight."

      I allowed him to press me closer. His skin radiated a heat like my own.
The female singer's long, slow melody of adulterous longing seemed dedicated to
our intertwined bodies. Bubba put his lips to the shell of my ear and whispered
-- desires. What he'd do to me if we were alone; how he wanted to feel my
nipples between his teeth, how he wanted to look into my eyes as I came. By
this point, I was his. I brought his hands up to the heavy undersides of my
breasts, let him feel the heat, and the softness. He told me more things,
degrading and horrible and extremely arousing things.

      I told him things as well: How I liked to be tied and gagged, how I
wanted to be with black men, how I liked to dress like a slut and tease men, how
I feel so sensitive about my bare feet being exposed, and how when they are,
I'll do anything for anyone, how I love to be tickled, and how I love sex!
Submission fantasies, dark hidden thoughts. I told him how I wanted to seduce
another woman.

      That excited him immensely. He pulled me tight and kissed my open lips.
"God, I'd love to see you on top of another woman, Maria." His hands slid down
my chest, and he subtly slipped his fingers underneath my dress. He quickly
found out about my lack of underwear; he traced my mons and brought his finger
out.

      I smiled, opened my lips, and let him slide it into my mouth.

      When the song ended, I pressed into him and we kissed again. His breath
felt hot on my neck, and I lied, "My husband's at a convention. We can go back
to my place." His swollen cock was now massaging my clitoris, and my body was
responding involuntarily. By this time the dance floor was almost empty, but I
was oblivious to it, to everything except the sensation of Bubba and the
knowledge that Eric was watching excitedly.

      Bubba looked into my eyes. "Let's get out of here."

      I was breathing heavily, my eyes slightly wild. My throat throbbed,
choked with increasing desire. "All right," I whispered, "let's go to my
place." I paused, thinking for a moment. "I need to go to the ladies' room
first. I'll meet you back by the entrance."

      Bubba nodded, then went to the bar to tab out.

      I made my way through the crowd until I was at the bar, standing next to
Eric. He sipped his drink and said, "I think you're making a good
impression."

      I caught the bartender's attention and ordered a martini. Without looking
at Eric, I asked, "Are you getting off on this?"

      "Incredibly," he said. "Are you?"

      "Oh, yes," I said. "I think I've wet myself about three times tonight."

      Eric sidled closer. "Yum...does he have the personality you want to
be alone with?"

      I nodded, taking my cigarette case out. "Definitely." I inserted a
cigarette into the holder and held it to my lips as Eric lit it for me. I
looked over at him teasingly. "Are you okay with this?"

      Now it was his turn to nod. "God, just seeing him with you on the dance
floor almost made me come."

      "Really," I said, taking another drag on my cigarette holder. "You're
enjoying this, aren't you? Seeing him kissing me, putting his fingers in me --"
Just talking about it was making me warm and moist again.

      "Has he told you what he wants to do with you?"

      "He's said what he's going to do to me," I said, "if I give him the
chance."

      "Are you?"

      I smiled again and took a long, luxurious drag on my cigarette holder. "I
will be the BEST."

      "I want you to."

      "In that case," I said, looking at Eric's watch, "you'd better get
going. I -- I mean, we -- will be leaving in a few minutes." "Got it," Eric
said. He motioned to the bartender for his tab. "I'll see you back at the
house."

      "Good," I said, smiling, and gave his thigh a squeeze. "I hope you enjoy
the show."

      I went back to the foyer, near the restroom entrance, and waited for
Bubba. As I finished my cigarette, I saw him come up. "Just follow me," I told
him as we left the club. "Eric isn't home tonight."

      Bubba nodded. He had a hungry look in his eyes.

      The drive home was maddeningly long; I ached to be in Bubba' arms again.
Finally, I reached my street; I pulled onto it and noticed that Eric had
arrived already and had parked about three houses down.

      Bubba 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," Bubba 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 Bubba, sat down
and crossed my legs. "Do you do this very often?" Bubba 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 to fuck."

      I took a long drag on my cigarette, looking into his eyes. "Nope.
You all are breaking me in," 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 Bubba 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 Bubba 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. Bubba rose and took me in his arms; I could
feel his throbbing cock straining against my pelvis.  I started the undressing
by kicking off my shoes.  I loved having my bare feet exposed to this stud!

      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?" Bubba said, smiling.

      I pulled his shirt off and laid it over the chair back. "Shh," I said,
"do you want to talk, or fuck?"

      Bubba' 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," Bubba ordered, and I did: My lips encircled it and, grabbing
his ass, pulled him deep into my mouth. Bubba 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, Eric, I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am.

      "I want to fuck you, Maria," Bubba 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. Bubba watched me as I went behind the sofa and leaned over it.

      "Ball me," I said.

      Bubba 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; Bubba ground his cock deep into me and
pinned me over the sofa. His balls slapped against me, and I moaned again.
"Fuck me, Bubba," 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 Eric would be getting off on them.

      I held off on my peak as long as I could, but between being held
immobile, and feeling Bubba' slick cock pounding into me -- and knowing that
Eric 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, Bubba 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 Bubba and
smiled. "God, that was incredible!" I whispered.

      Bubba' 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; Bubba 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.

      Bubba 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 Eric wild, hearing his wife being
called names.

      Bubba' 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.
He had my BEST.  He left after some cuddling/kissing and an old fashioned
shower fuck.

      I woke up slowly; Eric was on top of me, making slow, languorous love
to me.

      I looked up at him and smiled. "Hi," I said. "What happened?"

      Eric thrust into me, making me shudder. "You fell asleep. Bubba 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," Eric said, "more incredible than I'd dreamed it would be. 
I feel
married to you, and understand what Jay sees in this."

      I put my hands on his ass and pulled him deeper. "When do we get to do it
again?"

Jay, I got his number, and we are going to do it again!  This is the second man
to ever make me cum from fucking me.  It was incredible.  I think I can do
this with many lovers in my life.  I knew you'd love hearing about this. :)

love (with Eric right now!),
Maria

FINS (and my bare feet) UP!