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I'll send this to you at work but you already know that if you've just got it. Silly me. That's your fault isn't it. What did you say you'd do? Ride me silly? Oh boy I think you did that for sure. And you know it too don't you. I hope you're looking forward to this Saturday as much as I am. We might even make it to the bed this time. So you liked my black stockings then. I might wear them again. But only if you promise to control yourself. Is reading this making you as horny as writing it is making me? I'd love to think you were sitting there at work with your prick all hard and you feeling so horny you want to pull it. Save it for Saturday. I want all your lovely hot spunk. I wasn't lying when I told you I'd never seen so much spunk before. You're a right horny one. They say it's always the quiet ones you should look out for. You weren't quiet yesterday were you. I loved it when you were saying such dirty things to me. You have a dirty tongue on you. You were right. I did need a good hard riding. And you gave it to me too. Oh Gerald I miss you. I miss your lovely prick up me. Are you hard now? Poor baby. If I was there I'd be under your desk giving you a good hard sucking. I'd probably choke on all that spunk. Don't worry. I'd drink every drop. I wouldn't want to ruin your suit. Or maybe you'd have me over the desk. A good hard ride right now would give us both an appetite for lunch. Another ruined pair of stockings would be a small price to pay for such a good time. You and your spunk!! Spunky Ger I think I'll call you from now on. Well you save it all up for Saturday. I wish it would hurry up and get here. Just think. A whole day? What will we do to pass all that time? I'm sure we'll come up with something. Kisses and miss you and your lovely hard prick. - Janet Valerie folded the letter and put it once more into a small compartment in her bag. She didn't know why she'd kept it. It was a painful reminder of an affair her husband had had some years ago. An affair that was long over. It had been a rocky time, but now their marriage was strong again. Still she found herself reading the letter sometimes when she was alone. It no longer roused strong feelings in her but she could never bring herself to throw it away. She got up and made coffee. It was after 5 PM. Her husband would be home soon. Almost on cue he turned the key and entered. He started talking - immediately -- a long outpouring. "Val, I should have called, but it happened so suddenly. Mister Williams called me into the office to meet a chap from our US parent company." "Relax and tell me," she said as she handed him his coffee. She bristled inwardly to hear him refer to his boss as Mister but she let it pass. "Anyway he's over here for two weeks and they asked me to recommend a good hotel and as I was telling them Mister Williams just said to me "didn't you used to take in guests?" and I said 'yes, but not in some time and the damn Yank started saying he hated the formality of hotels and would be much more comfortable in a guesthouse and well, before I knew what I was doing I was inviting him to stay here." "What?" Valerie was stunned. "You can un-invite him. Let him go somewhere else." "You know how yanks are. He was fucking impossible to put off and before I knew it he was getting in the car," her husband explained. "You mean he's here? NOW?!" Valerie said, alarmed. "Yes," her husband bowed his head. "Waiting outside." "Well you better invite him in then," she said, angry, but resigned. James was aware of the burden this was placing on Gerald's wife. To have a stranger descend on you completely by surprise, uninvited, probably unwanted, really. He had suggested that he wait a minute in the car, while Gerald prepared his wife. "Not that she can have much choice with me standing out here with my luggage," he thought wryly. But he was accustomed to occasional discomfort as he traveled the world. It is such a pleasure to live in a home instead of a dumpy little hotel in some of these small towns. It was too inviting to resist, so sometimes he accepted. To be fair, he had seen Gerald's wife from afar at lunch, earlier in the day. Gerald's boss, Gordon Williams, had pointed across his pint of bitter and his plate of Plaice, peas and chips at the pub. She looked well put together and pretty, sitting there, knees tight together, on the stool by the low round table in the corner. He had to admit that was part of his reason for agreeing so eagerly to accept Gerald's rather forced invitation. She looked quite inviting, sitting there listening to her three friend's comments. He judged that she was rather quiet, letting others babble on while she thought things through before speaking. James thought also, that her thoughts might be surprisingly intuitive, probably taking the conversation in surprising directions compared to outward appearances. The possibility of that was irresistible as he so enjoyed women who had a mind of their own without being so boorishly intent on appearing assertive as was the popular tendency these days. He judged her to be in her mid-thirties, liked the softness a few extra ounces gave her figure, liked the way her smile came quickly when it came, the way her teeth showed when she smiled. "Pretty, isn't she" he said to his host. "Yes, yes... I suppose she is... hadn't paid that much attention, I guess," the older man commented idly. James suspected he was lying in the bullshit way the Brit business men have about them. Still, Williams was a decent sort and he was very hospitable and determined that James' stay should be as comfortable as possible. James found himself distracted from Williams's business talk, by watching Valerie, as he found her name to be. She had crossed one knee over the other now and was leaning on it; her hand cupping her chin as she listened intently to the attractive blond speaking animatedly across the table from her. He could just see the translucent, warm natural color of the nylon over her knee, the white spot caused where her crossed leg rested against the other one. Her breasts, under her big fluffy sweater, seemed medium sized, not overwhelming the rest of her; you were just aware of them, of their potential for discovered beauty. He could see from her profile the loveliness of their curve, so subtle and restrained as her bra supported their weight, helping, enhancing their natural opulence and grace. "Yes," he said aloud to himself. "I noticed Valerie!" The cool evening air stimulated his thoughts. 'Oh, James, can you come through now?" Gerald was calling from the door. "It's all right, she is not going to bite! He laughed, then muttered to himself, "Either of us!" He dropped his bag at the door and followed toward the large country-style kitchen where Valerie met him at the door, her smile perhaps slightly forced, but a smile anyway. She had an apron over the sweater and skirt she had worn today in the pub. I saw now that it had grayish flecks in it and was of soft luxurious looking lambs wool that draped down the upper slopes of her breasts, rounding the prominence of her nipples hidden someplace there at the summit. The neck cuddled her neck in a wide roll. The effect over all was of quiet quality. Her reddish brown flannel skirt, buttoned down the side, hung just above her rather nice knees. Her tights are charcoal in this light, whereas I had thought much lighter from across the pub. Still, he hadn't been so far off, he thought, pretty. "Val, this is Mister Carmody," her husband introduced him. He took her hand, warm and firm. "Call me James, please, he smiled. Mister makes me sound like a Grandfather." Already he could see her softening toward him. He could feel a warmth toward her already, he thought. "Come sit down, then, James, is it?" she had a natural warmth and genuine-ness that was appealing. It probably surprised her husband how this seemed to come through to strangers. How she was so much more quickly a friend with others than he was. James noticed that she had changed from low heels at noon to her flat shoes tonight, making a slight but perceptible difference in the look of her breasts against the lamb's wool. Less prominent - no less promising than before - he smiled at using the words together rather cleverly. James was fond of entertaining himself in this way. He followed her slightly swaying hips under the flannel skirt, gazing at the hollows at the back of her knees as she lead him to the dining room. The table was set with two candles, his place was at the side and she and Gerald sat on the ends. Her smile was easier now. James realized that he was being seductive. He really liked her. She was being seductive in her own way, too. "Seductive" in the way they were trying to draw each other into and through the joy of conversation, not so much the way the word is usually used in trying to get some one into bed as quickly as possible. Though, looking at her through the candlelight, watching the candles dance in her eyes, he realized that he might mean that as well. Her cheeks were rosy now in the candle-glow. Perhaps it was the hot oven she had taken the chafing dish from. Or something else. Chapter Two Valerie was serving coffee now. The conversation over dinner had warmed to something close to a budding friendship. Gerald had become expansive and talked easily as if to an old school friend now, now that they had shared a number of lubricating drinks. They were on brandy with the coffee now and James found himself staring at Valerie's breast so close to him as she stood close warming his coffee with a dollop of the brandy. He thought sardonically, that it was not only the coffee she was warming. "Ah, fair maiden, you warm the cockles of my heart!" he said, perhaps a little too theatrically. Valerie smiled back, so he knew it was all right. "I think you're warming more than his cockles, sweetie. Eh, James?" Gerald said it with a show of the camaraderie of men, winking broadly to James and swatting her lightly on her ample bottom, hugging her to him with the next wave of his arm. James was too cautious to fall in the trap of going completely on the side of "all men are swine," with Gerald, but he chuckled quietly to show that he did indeed appreciate Gerald's wife and that he appreciated Gerald's humor. It was a bit stronger than appreciation, he thought, but no need to let that out! She let him press her close, laughed as he nuzzled the side of her breast, not too obviously, but a bit too much in front of this stranger in their home. Valerie suggested going off to bed. "Morning will be here before we know it." "Yes, me for an early bed!" James responded. "I'm all screwed up on the time since I got off the flight. I'll keep you up to all hours if you let me." "Too late for an Early bed, James! It's after midnight and Gerald will be expected in on time, though you should have special consideration and not have to be there at the crack of dawn." She looked up into his eyes with a warm "good night" sort of smile as he stood up, offering to take his cup to the Kitchen. "Never mind, James, I'll take care of all that in the morning!" James protested, but Gerald was on his feet, if a bit on the wobbly side, they both were, he and James. "Off we go, James, it's no good arguing with her, has her own way of doing things does my Val!" He watched as Valerie stretched toward the ceiling with a show of weariness. Her breasts were pulled up and cradled by the gesture, sort of centering themselves in a lovely curve like a large necklace or south sea island hammock around her lovely neck. He was having trouble keeping his eyes off her. He decided to make his way upstairs before he made some blundering mistake and spoiled it. Gerald had his arm slung low around her hips now as she stood next his chair, where Gerald had sat down again. "Yes, well, I'm afraid I will need to turn up pretty early, as well," he assured her, watching as she encouraged her husband toward his bed. They had put his luggage in the small bedroom next to their own, the other bedroom being under alteration. James unpacked, stripped off his tie and shirt, and examined his diary for tomorrow, thinking he would give them a little time to settle down with their preparation for bed. He found his shaving kit and strolled down the hall for the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. He always felt a bit awkward in an unfamiliar private home. He quickly realized that the bathroom was occupied, the door open just by a few inches, the light shinning through the opening. He started to retreat, then halted as his eyes adapted to the bright and the dark of the hallway. Through the opening, he could see the mirror on the wall. And in it, his reason for pausing rather than beating a hasty retreat to his room. Valerie was there, her image clear in the large mirror. She was leaning to remove her tights, or just finishing. His heart beat heavily as he gazed transfixed at the view down the front of her bra, her breasts falling away from her chest as she bent from the waist. The brilliance of her white bra was slightly dazzling in his eyes, the darkness between her breasts an inviting abyss to fall into. As she stood erect, she dropped the tights and panties in a fluffy pile on the top surrounding the sink. She turned, giving him a sidelong view of her hip, smooth and round, the prominent curve of her mound and the dark curls proudly bristling out, softening the line of her body, emphasizing the curve, tantalizing his eyes. He snapped back from his reverie as she raised her arms over her head and dropped a clinging cream-colored full slip down over her head, settling on the high points of her breasts and her hips, delightfully falling in place. Quickly, he stepped back to his room and slipped quietly inside. He could almost feel her scent as she strode past toward her room. When he heard the door close quietly, he stepped into the hall again and returned to the bathroom. It was getting on toward being a matter of urgency, given the quantity of liquids he had drunk without making a stop. He snapped the door closed, then realized that the lock was not easy to make secure. You had to lift it a bit to make it close properly. So that was why it had been open and gave him such a richly rewarding view of lovely Valerie and her opulent curves. Unzipping, he fished out his cock, noticing that his admiration of Valerie had left him with indelicately referred to in "man talk" as "Lovers' Balls." He had been so aroused for so long, gazing at Valerie more or less steadily or as often as he could safely turn her direction, that his balls indeed ached with the pent-up tension which had gone unrelieved. That, plus the fact that thinking of her had given him a partial erection again made it impossible for him to piss. He stood laughing quietly to himself, waiting for one or both problems to subside enough to permit his water to flow and at least relieve that part of his problem. He was still smiling to himself, leaning an elbow against the wall, the other hand holding his cock to direct the stream, when things cleared and his stream of water splashed loudly into the pool of water. "Loud enough to raise the devil" passed through his mind and he aimed for the side of the bowl away from the water. "That's better," he muttered. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" It lasted quite awhile, so full was his bladder. His cock was still half at attention. "Wow, he thought, not sure... can live this close to someone... soft and attractive." He had begun to slur a bit, leaving out the shorter words in his drunkenness, but it felt good to be so loose. He brushed his teeth after a fashion. Staring at his image in the mirror, he imagined her image in the mirror alongside his image. Noticing how the overhead light was so bright that it made the scattered gray stand out among his dark hair. He was aware that it was not really that unattractive, though he was always surprised when he noticed it under such a light as this. "Bloody prematurely gray," he muttered, grinning at his vanity. He took an aspirin and packed up his kit, turning off the light before opening the door to avoid waking his host and hostess. He slipped silently down the hall. He thought he heard something and stood still in the hall like a wild animal in the forest, his ears straining. The noise was coming from their room, not far away from his. James started into his room, then stopped again and listened. He could not resist it. "I hope it's warm for me," he heard Gerald's voice. Not too loud, but delivered with a certain quiet forceful fullness which made it carry clearly. "Shhhh!" James smiled at the husband and wife dialog, he a little drunk, she wanting it too, but not as a public spectacle, she was quieting him. He imagined the man's hand on Valerie's breast, the nipple now coming to prominence, hardening, stiffening under the rolling touch of his fingers. "You want this do you? Want my big cock up your cunt? Got you a bit randy, didn't he?" Shhhh! Please! Here, let me!" Then a masculine laugh carried through the house. "yes he did, that Yank son of a bitch was charming your pants off, wa'n't he? Well! Wa'n't he?" His voice was teasing, urging her excitement higher as his hands would have found her wetness by now and that she had taken off her panties, her ass soft under the wonderful feel of her slip. He heard their laughter now, muffled. Now that his eyes had become accustomed to the dark, he could see a little bit in spite of the dark and he slipped closer. First the bed noises came to his ear, bodies rolling over. Kisses, slightly too noisy in their enthusiasm and his drunkenness. James moved just too close and touched the door, which gave way slightly, making a loud clicking sound in the night silence. He froze. Would he be caught? The noises resumed, though. He imagined the eager scene beyond the door. His hands on her round ass cheeks, her hands finding his cock and trying to keep him under control and still hard. She would have to work hard to keep his cock hard enough to help her to her release, as drunk as he was. James smiled there in the dark. "Oh, that's it dear, that's it, kiss them. Kiss my nipples! Yes! More, more! Oh yes, you're so good with my breasts... ahhhhhhh, yes ... but not so hard, dear... better..." her soothing voice was musical to James standing so lonely there in the darkened hall. "Want this? Sure you do! Bring that over here for me... Yes!" "Shhhhhhh..." Her hand would be on him now, James thought, guiding his clumsiness to her center. Urging him to make the most of her excitement; to help her reach that glorious release. James came closer still peering in at the little crack in the door. He could see a shape in the darkness. With a shock that took him aback, he realized that he was actually seeing Valerie, the whiteness of her bra now standing out in the darkness. She was upright, straddling Gerald, his hands on her breasts, her back ramrod straight as she lowered herself over him. James could see her hand disappear between their bodies, and knew that he was right, she was guiding him to her now. It was excruciating to see this little bit of their sex, filling in the details in his mind. Her wet, wet, wet pussy lips had been parted with his hardness, she would have forced his semi hard member up along the slit of her pussy lips to kiss her clitoris, let the wetness of her lubricate his cock, making it slip easily as possible into the snugness which was her cunt, past the tight little muscle at the entry, into the deep and warm tunnel of her love. She had turned her face toward the door as she began riding up and down on her now lifeless lover. "Does she see me?!" James wondered, slightly alarmed. "no!" he reassured himself, it was too dark.. Besides she would not be one to be so brazen as to look at him while he watched her in this most intimate of moments. Still, it was discomfiting enough to make him wish she would look away so he was more comfortable backing away and slipping back into his own room. But she did not. she was rocking up and down on his shaft now, taking her pleasure in spite of her drink-spoiled husband. Again and again she rose and slipped back down his shaft. James could hear the quiet slap of her bottom hitting his loins. Then he heard her sigh of release. A quick intake of breath, more stroking up and down,, the unmistakable twitching of her legs against the sheets as she thrashed in her tight orgasm. "OH YESSS!" In a strange way it was almost a release for James, so much empathy had he developed so quickly with this pretty stranger with the ready smile. Then there was silence. Followed by the sound of her moving to her side of the bed. James backed silently down the hall, slipped into his room. Slowly and quietly he got into bed. Then coughed to cover the sound of swinging his legs up under the cover. It would be a long lonely night after what he had listened to. "Wowowo!" he muttered in spite of himself. "Valerie. Valerie. Valerie. He muttered silently to the ceiling there in the darkness. Chapter Three James was wakened by a knock on the door, rousing him from a brief troubled sleep, tossing and turning. "Mr. Carmody, good morning! 6:30," it was Valerie waking him for breakfast. "Yes, thank you!" He lay there thinking of his, what should he call it, spying seemed too harsh. Yet what else could one call it. It still bothered him that she had been looking into his eyes in the dark as she assertively rode her husband's maleness in the middle of the night. She had ridden up and down his hardness, while he lay a bit under the weather, not helping or participating much. Still she rode on until at last reaching her climax. He remembered exactly what she had said, how she said it, loved the sound of her soft intense sigh. Oh yes, it had been soft but firm, full of pleasure, soul, and meaning, almost enough to include him in its universal release. "Will we be embarrassed looking into each other's eyes this morning?" he wondered. He shook his head, "Don't be ridiculous, she isn't even aware of how our paths have crossed." He could smell bacon frying as he came down the stairs. "Good morning!" he smiled at her across the large kitchen, picking up a cup from the table and crossing toward her, trying hard not to show any discomfort at her gaze. "Good morning," she smiled. Her eyes held his perhaps a moment too long, examining him carefully. Perhaps she had been looking at him. He couldn't take his eyes away from her breasts, perky under a crisp floral blouse. The pleasure his host had had, they both had had so noisily during the night was burned into his mind and sprang back easily. "Not sure, His Lordship is not feeling too lord-like this morning!" she said rolling her eyes skyward. James enjoyed her smile as well as her ready, somewhat sharp wit. "Yes, I saw him in the hall, he looks, as the cowboys say, like he has been rode hard and put away wet!" His last word was clipped as he remembered just what double meaning that might conjure in her mind. He thought lamely and unsuccessfully for a subject to take the conversation in another direction. She smiled in his direction, that warm toothy smile. "Very apt!" she said, leaving it open to trouble his mind. Gerald arrived looking sad eyed and tired. "James says in America they would say you had been 'rode hard and put away wet!' what do you think dear? I said it was an apt expression." Which of us was she mocking, James wondered, having trouble keeping his thoughts together. "I feel like something was done to me," he leered at James. You can't trust birds, can you, get you drunk and think they can have their way with you. Do anything they bloody want! It's a crime, that's what it is! Well, he was awake and full of the devil, that was clear. James wondered again: 'Who is being mocked here?' Not sure that it was not him on both counts. He just couldn't be sure. He went to his room to pick up his coat, briefcase and other things. James readied himself to go to the office in a very unsettled, tense frame of mind. On the other hand he had thoroughly enjoyed his participation, or at least his intrusion on their sex life. Thoroughly. It had already sprung back into his mind several times. Valerie's breasts hanging down away from her body into the slings of her bra cups as she bent from the waist before him in the mirror. The almost tangible feel of her riding up and down on Gerald's cock there in the intense darkness. It was breathtaking, except for the uneasy sense that he may have been caught spying. "Well, if I was, she seems to have enjoyed my spying," he decided, at last. Returning downstairs, he found plans had changed. "Hope you don't mind, James, I need to go a different direction this morning, so Valerie will take you to the office on her way to her jumble-sale job." "Oh, sure, sure, no problem," he smiled as she bounced down the stairs pulling on her gloves. "Ready?" she smiled up at James. James opened the car door for her and waited as she sat into the car and swung her legs into her car. He noticed that she rolled her eyes up to catch him staring at her legs as she swung her legs in. Did she open them just a little wider than necessary? Did she pause just an instant with one in the car and the other still on the ground? He wasn't sure. He closed the door firmly. She was still smiling. It occurred to him that he had to get over the tension of worrying about what she was thinking and go back to just taking things as they come. Still, it wasn't as easy as it usually was. Her thighs looked so invitingly creamy in her tights, her skirt fluffed up to about mid-thigh. James decided to relax and enjoy it, whatever the hell was going on. "We're off!" he intoned, trying to sound his usual bouncy self. "Right you are. How did you sleep, Mr. Carmody?" There it was again. His tension level soared. "James, please, you make me feel old!" "Oh, sorry James," she gazed over at him, that angelic smile on her face. "How did you sleep, James." He decided to give as good as he got. "Well, fine, once I got to sleep, that is! And you?" "A leading question, sir," she bit her lip, suppressing her smile for the moment. Somehow, he thought that she had been probing for something, and had gotten it out of him, or so she thought. James was so confused, he wasn't sure whether he had answered her or not. He stared as she spread her legs wider, touching the clutch and downshifting the little stick shift. They arrived and she turned toward him to wish him a good day, with some little joke. Without meaning to do it, he touched her nyloned thigh as he laughed at her joke. An electric charge, literally leapt between them. "Oh, I am sorry," he muttered. The static electric charge was an accident, but after exchanging a long glance, they both burst into laughter at the same time. He really hadn't meant to touch her thigh, had he? He wasn't sure anymore. He was confused. She turned more toward him, her knee elevated slightly and bent over to look up at him through the opposite side window, giving him a good look up her skirt along the taut nylon of her thigh. He thought he caught a glimpse of lemon colored knickers at the end of the tunnel. She roared away, leaving a bewildered American standing on the wrong side of the street, thoroughly confused and quite tense. Quite different from his usual cocky certainty. - That evening - Gerald and James arrived home to find the aroma of dinner strong in the air. "Wow, this is a bit of all right!" Gerald said, beginning a string of jokes about not getting anything to eat when the Americans went home again. Valerie didn't seem to see the humor of it. After dinner, they were invited to the local pub for a drink with friends. James tried to beg off, but they insisted that he was probably the guest of honor as far as their friends were concerned. It made a nice evening. Gerald spent a lot of time playing darts and chatting with his mates, leaving James alone with the two girls. James found himself concentrating on Valerie. They found a lot to talk about, nothing terribly deep, just movies and books they had both seen and then the funny coincidences of life and so forth. Midway through the evening, Valerie began touching his wrist when she wanted to emphasize a point, and James was doing the same. It was clear that they had established a bond. "Come on James, I'll give you a game of darts!" There was a lot of laughter in their game and a lot of reason to touch each other as they reclaimed darts from the board. James became quite accustomed to the feel of his arm around her waist as she explained the rules and guiding her to her turn, any excuse seemed to be a good one to touch her firm full curves. The touches were light, not meant to attract too much attention, but each one was warm and sealed their friendship a little bit more. He found her finding reasons to press her breasts against him, guiding his unpracticed tosses of the darts. Laughing at his jokes, then pulling his arm against her. All in good fun. Back at home they were all ready for an early night. It had been a nice evening; each having had had a good time in his own way. "You're sure lucky, love, having two of us blokes taking you out, you know!" Gerald had said in his joking banter. "Gerald bought all the beer, you know, and I told all the jokes! We should both get a goodnight kiss, you know!" "Oh, stop, Gerald." She smiled. "you two could turn a girls head, though! But, James was a good date while you were off with your mates all night, so, why not?" She tipped her head up and James bent for a quick thank you kiss. "There's for being my white Knight!" "Thank you fair princess!" he grinned. "There she goes, James, give her an inch and she takes a yard! You be careful, mate! she'll have her way with you!" Gerald stopped in the bathroom and Valerie patted him on the arm as she slipped past to her room "Night James, it was lovely talking with you tonight." "Yeah, me too!" James slipped into the little guestroom. He bit his lip, tasting the little lipstick left there by her kiss. He liked the sweet taste of it, and he found himself rolling it round in his mouth. He waited until he heard Gerald go past, knocking and saying "Good night James, see you in the morning." Then waited a while longer with the door ajar. Hearing Valerie sweep by, he opened the door and walked down through the cloud of a lovely feminine scent that brought a smile to his face. He found Valerie's panties and tights piled in a puffy pile on the vanity, and fondled them lightly, enjoying the way they made a colorful little mountain that seemed to be full of her warmth and her essence. Before turning off the light, he picked them up and touched them to his cheek then tested them against his nose. Lovely. He undressed, hanging up his clothes, turned out the night, and picked up the panties to put them back in the bathroom. He was accustomed to sleeping nude and so he wore nothing, now that he was feeling comfortable in the house. In the hall he again heard noises from the adjoining room. He paused, listened, then moved close to their door again. Gerald sounded a little drunk but mostly just amorous. James realized by the sounds that someone was standing against the wall or against the door itself. "Oh, dear, you are very good. Ahhhhhhhhh! That's it sweetheart, suck me, suck me, suck me harder. Yes, yes! That's it! Jesus, take it, take it suck it suck me." There was scraping noise against the door creaking from someone leaving heavily against it. James imagined Valerie there on her knees, hands on his thighs, Gerald's cock deep in her mouth. One hand slipping up to grip his balls, her cheeks sucked in by the amount she was sucking on him. James found himself holding his own cock, listening at the other side of the door. He realized suddenly that his grip included Valerie's soft panties and tights he intended to leave where he had found them. He continued stroking himself with her soft panties. "Oh, sweet Jesus, suck harder dear, it is great! ARGH! YES! Wonderful." "Shhhhhhhh!" "Oh fuck, never mind Shhhhh! Give us your tits love. Give us your sweet tits. Let me fuck your big tits!" A move away from the door and it quieted down. "Here, love, on the edge of the bed. Give us your big fucking tit. Come on, hurry up now dear. Give us those big tits. "Oh yes... Ohhhhh! You've got a lovely pair of Bristols. Great for fucking me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuck! Unnhhhhh... That's it. Squeeze those things together... make me a titty-pussy ohh YES! There you are my girl... Hot enough for you? Love my spunk, eh? Love my spunk?" "Yes! YES! Sshhhhhh!" James realized he had come in the excitement of listening to them making love on the other side of the door. His cum was in her panties! Now what? What to do with the evidence? He hurried down the hall and dropped them back in the pile as he had found them. "Just have to trust she won't find them until they have dried," he thought, a little sheepishly. He made it back into his room just before the light lengthened down the hall and he heard Valerie pad down the hall to the bathroom. "Oh, my gawd!" he thought. He slipped into bed, pulling up the cover over his pounding heart. Valerie rinsed her mouth, brushed her teeth and took an aspirin from the medicine cabinet. As she drank the water, she noticed in the mirror that she had forgotten and left her panties and tights. She started to rinse them out, first the tights, then... "what?" She felt the panties. They had a large spot on them, but... Examining them closely, she realized... could it be? She looked at her strange expression in the mirror. Suddenly it came to her. It is James's spunk! "Had he been listening then?" "Yes!" she heard herself answer. Her eyes were wide open in the mirror. In spite of herself, she sniffed it a little. 'No doubt what it is.' With a quiet little smile, she slipped the wet panties up over her hips into place. She touched the spot he had left, patted it into the curls at her Venus mound. When she had washed the tights, all the time with a smile on her face she was slightly ashamed of her brazen act. Slipping another man's spunk against her body, just for the sensation! She smiled impishly into the mirror and stared at the dark spot on the front of her panties. She hung the tights to dry, turned out the light and slipped down the hall. She dragged her nails lightly on his door, a final affectionate farewell. She slipped into bed beside her now relaxed and sleepy husband, devilishly grinning, she moved up close behind him and pressed the wet spot against his behind. Gerald squirmed a little, and she pressed even closer. She grinned in the dark. "Serves him right!" she said to herself. Chapter Four Wednesday dawned in a quiet Grey blanket. James awoke slowly, longing for a little more sleep. He hugged the pillow to him and closed his eyes against the light. His hand on the plump pillow reminded him of his hostess, the lovely, round, soft, firm bosomy Valerie. Suddenly he was wide-awake. The events of the previous night sprang into his consciousness, her panties, left crumpled and loaded with his cum on the sink. The sound of her husband's moans as she pleasured him, pressed him between the enfolding softness of her breasts until he came with a loud moan, spurting his sperm hot and thick and heavy on the flat above her round perfect breasts. His mind came back to how it had made him feel separated from this pleasure just by the thickness of the door, driven to a huge wave of envy. Driven also to bring himself to orgasm with her panties clutched around his cock. He thought ruefully of whether he would be able to face her without letting her know all this, or would it be immediately obvious at Breakfast? Guilt written over his face in huge red letters? Or would it just slip by unnoticed? One way to find out he thought, springing bolt upright in bed, ready to face the world. Again this morning he could smell breakfast on the stove. As he shaved before the mirror, it came to him. Her tights were hung freshly washed in the bathroom, but the panties were missing. He turned slowly, looking carefully around the bathroom, in the widow sill , not in the tub, on the floor, in the hamper. NO... No, they were simply not there. What could be the explanation? He searched for a logical reason, hoping to avoid the obvious that he had been caught! But, no, in the end it was the only conclusion. He thought about that rather embarrassing aspect of it. After thinking about it, he decided, 'forget it, you've certainly survived a hell of a lot worse problems than, this, been in more embarrassing situations, done dumber things. What the hell. Let's go face the music.' He bounded down the steps with enthusiasm and came into the kitchen as if he hadn't a care in the world. "Valerie, the lovely Valerie, how are you this fine morning, my British beauty? Fine day again, eh? British sunshine, again, though, in a steady drizzle?" "Good morning, JAMES! I'm fine and how is my American cousin, then! Fit? Sleep as well, again did you?" "Hmmmmm," he thought. "Does she suspect him of listening? Hard to tell." "You'll have to forgive my leaving things in the bathroom, I keep forgetting my undies. Hope they're not in you way" she smiled archly. It was the first time he realized what they meant in the books when they referred to "smiling archly." Well, he thought, I've surely been caught. Still, she seemed to be amused, perhaps even slightly titillated about him and his discomfort. "Oh, not at all, Valerie. I can't pretend not to notice, can I?" He smiled. "So pretty and colorful. Kind of decorative, I thought!!" He stared boldly back at her. Valerie looked steadily into his eyes, her smile never wavering. She decided she liked this amusing Yank. Enjoyed his blithe overconfidence. Charmed by his easy going and open admiration of her. Pleased that he seemed to care about her and what she thought, in spite of knowing her only a few days. She thought of what must have lead up to his depositing such a lot of sperm on her panties. Thought of how her knickers had probably felt so pleasureful against his hardness. Her scent against his cheek, probably. Finally the sound of them making love just the other side of the door. She had enjoyed it so much she had not yet changed, wanting to be wearing them with this memento of his passion there against her mound for this moment of shared confrontation -- and now she saw it was good. He couldn't know, of course, ... but she did! It made her feel powerful and loved and sexy and slightly naughty. "Yes colorful, that would be right! Yellow weren't they?" She laughed. "Well, not to put too fine a point on it, no, they were red, actually!" "Oh, nice of you to notice," she laughed gaily. "Now what will it be for breakfast? Eggs and ham? Nice fried tomato? I brought some of our fine Devon Clotted Cream and Strawberry Jam for your scones. How's that?" "Wonderful, perfect, all those things, thanks." Gerald joined them for just a cup of coffee, seemed to notice an air of tension, but didn't comment on it. They were soon off for the office, leaving Valerie staring out the window after them. She turned slowly and went up the stairs, down the hall into her bedroom. Quickly, she slipped her soiled panties down her legs and selected a fresh pair, pretty lemon colored, with a little see through lace at the sides, from her drawer, pulling them up her legs and snapping them over her hips. She stared at the soiled panties, full of James' cum, smiled and retraced her steps down the hall and into the little guestroom. Curious, she lifted the top of his suitcase. What secrets does a man carry around with him, she wondered. A book, couple magazines, extra ties, nice colors, a box of twelve condoms - "ribbed for her pleasure, thin as gossamer for extra sensitivity" Valerie pondered the promise of the advertising on the box a moment, thinking what James might feel like in those. She sank upon the bed, lying in the hollow of the bed that had so recently held his body. "He must have lain here thinking of me!" she suddenly thought. The penny dropped. She touched herself between her legs, finding her own moistness brought so quickly by her flirtation in the kitchen and her thoughts of what must have been here last night. The masculine, musky scent of him, the remainder of his after-shave lotion. Valerie buried her head in his scent, drinking it in, fondling her mound. She realized she had the soiled panties still with her and pushed them between her legs, rubbing her pussy furiously, wildly, pressing as if to represent his weight on her mound. She rolled onto her hand with the panties rolled into a ball and soon found a wonderful release. She lay spent, and feeling luxurious there in his bed, She slept so peacefully... for an hour or so... before rousing herself, stretching like a large satisfied cat and got on with her day. Happy. Later that night, James again made his way to the bathroom to brush and get ready for bed. He was disappointed this night, no beautiful curves in the mirror, no pile of undies left on the sink, things are back to normal, he thought ruefully. He was soon in his bed staring up at the ceiling. He tried reading awhile, but it was no good, his mind was preoccupied. Then, suddenly, he thought he heard sounds from the master bedroom yet again. He listened tensely. Yes, he was sure of it. He sat up to hear better. Turned of the light so the light would not distract his hearing. Their bed creaked, like it was being battered by the enthusiasm of driving thrusting sex! He stepped across the room, unable to contain his curiosity. There was a different sound to the conversation. Valerie "Sushed" less often he noticed. He heard her comments a little more clearly. Heard her moan her pleasure, he thought. The bed groaned under their fucking. "Oh, darling! Oh yes! So fine. More shove it in me. More." Her words were clipped, not quite loud, but he had hardly heard her at all the previous night. "Tell me about it then, my girl!!" the male voice commanded." Tell me what you want. Want more, want this? Want my big cock? Tell me, then..." The words punctuated by the sound of his grunting in time with his thrusts. "OH YES! YES!" Valerie again, a loud whisper. "More... please... more," Valerie said urgently. * "Ohhhhh, There, that was good," the male voice again, obviously spent. Silence. And then masculine snoring. James listened. Nothing more/ No feminine muffled scream of pleasure. No sound of feminine orgasm. Or perhaps she was just quiet. Nice quite orgasm. He lay back on his pillow and thought how it exhausted him listening to them fuck. Sure, he felt slightly guilty to be spying, but not a lot. He thought of how it would be to lie with Valerie's head on his arm, his hand holding her breast as they went to sleep. He hugged the pillow into his face. "What's this?" His hand touched something under the pillow, something silky and unlike the sheets and pillowcases. Something soft. He turned on the light to examine what was in his hand. They were -- pretty lemon colored, with a little see through lace at the sides! His head reeled slightly. They were Valerie's , but not the ones he had cum in last night. They were hers. Left here by her -- for HIM! James realized his heart was pounding. Finding her panties was one thing. Exciting, but having her intentionally leave them under his pillow was something else again. Something wild, something wonderfully erotic, something so sexy, he could hardly believe it. A treat, a joy, A pleasure, a delight, wonderful! He lay back and stared at the gift. There was a little stain where her pussy lips had been, a formed hollow where her finger had been rubbing the panty into her pussy lips, fondling herself, bringing herself to completion. Dare he think it? Thinking of HIM? "Yes" he answered. He thought of her here in his bed,. quietly slipping her hand between her legs, feeling our wetness there as she brought herself to orgasm. Chapter Five James had taken them out to dinner tonight. It had been a happy meal, lots of wine and lots of laughter. Now that they knew each other so well, the conversation came easily. James had felt Valerie's foot touch his several times during dinner and returned her tentative touch with a firm and knowing pressure. They had slipped their shoes off and as the wine took its toll, their toes became more active, fondling each other. He liked the feel of her toes turned under in her tights and smoothly rubbing his ankle as she smiled across the table at his jokes. Gerald needed two guiding hands, getting to the car and then again as he rollicked along into his own home. He insisted on pouring them a nightcap and turned on some music. Valerie lighted two candles, casting the room into a warm glow. Gerald lay on the floor, talking with some difficulty on the sense of it all, James on one end of a small couch, Valerie at the other. James had trouble keeping his eyes off her and she returned his glance with warmth in her eyes. Gerald's breathing soon became very steady, then turned to snoring lightly. "I better get him upstairs, . I guess." Valerie said. "Yes... I guess so." He couldn't think of anything else to say. "But we should finish our nightcap, don't you think?" "Mmmmnnn hmmm." James reached for his drink and placed his hand on the couch reaching out toward her. As she did the same, their hands touched. The feeling was electric and they both pulled back briefly, then relaxed. Their hands were just touching, there on the seat of the couch, but the warmth exchanged was intense. They both sat and stared at Gerald on the floor, sleeping soundly as the tension built between them. They sat like that for a time, then James covered her hand with his, raising the level of tension still more. Valerie could feel the wetness beginning again between the lips of her pussy. His hand over hers was the longest contact that they had had, yet she felt that they had an intimacy that was extraordinary. She turned to look into his eyes, which seemed to be fastened on her constantly. She enjoyed smiling at him, then seeing the warmth with which he returned it, they were kissing with their eyes, it seemed. Taking another casual look at Gerald on the floor, James leaned toward her in the gloom of the candlelight. She paused a moment, unsure, glanced at her sleeping husband, then leaned to offer her lips. Their lips touched gently, then opened and pressed closer. James' lips pulled at hers, pulling her into him gently. Her tongue found his, and the effect was immediate and electric. She was shocked at the special shudder she felt, like her first kiss when she was young, she felt that she was on a roller coaster that streaked down over her breasts, leaping off the nipples down her tummy and zooming into the split between her legs. The kiss lasted a long time, their tongues tasting each other for the first time. At last, James broke away and stared over at Gerald for a moment, then turned again to renew the taste of her sweet lips, squeezing her hand as he did so. "Well, .. I guess we should . get him up to bed." Valerie said at last, not really wanting to end it. Gerald was soon roused, rubbing his eyes and fumbling with the hi-fi. "Well, had to wake me up, did you? Wanting some of my John Thomas are you?" Winking at James. "Always gets randy in candlelight, you know!" He was still sitting on the floor and now was running his hands up her legs and under her skirt. "You want to help me with this horny little bunny, James, or do you have to get up early!" "Now, Gerald, off you go," his wife urged. His hands continued to fondle her ass as she preceded him up the stairs and down the hall. "Night James," he slurred over his shoulder, bumping from one wall to the other down the hall. The door closed behind them and he heard their talk continue. She was bawling him out for suggesting that James join them in bed. "Gerald, what are you thinking of, saying such a thing in front of a guest, for heaven's sake. I've never been so embarrassed!" "Thought you liked him, sweetie! Might be ah... ah bit of fun, you know. Come on, admit it Ha! Ha! Ha! You'd love having the both of us. Eh? What'll you have then, love, me in the back and old James in the front?" "Gerald, for heaven's sake, not a chance!" he heard her trying to shush him. "Oh, come, on love, let's see that big sweet ass of yours!!" "Eeeeek! GERALD!" "Ohhhh, feels like you are ready for my ... Big old John Thomas!!! Let's see that big round wonderful ass under these knickers, oops, HA! HA! HA!Oops, they tore!! Ha! HA! HA! Oh, it is wet and wiggly hot pussy... hot pussy... hot... ready for this, love... Bend over there, let me have it you slut! There, you like it deep. I'll give you deep. There! Deep! And again! And again!" "Oh, yes, yes. Shove it in! GIVE IT TO ME! YES! MORE! HARDER! HARDER! Shove it in my love. Give me all of that big thing... I love it. No, no, no, don't stop... don't stop, put it in, more, again, again Ohhhhhh!" The sounds stopped. It left James hanging, seemed incomplete. He thought he heard snoring. James went to his door, listened. It was snoring. Gerald, being a little worse for wear, had obviously fallen into a deep drunken sleep, having satisfied himself. He felt rather than saw Valerie slip down the hall, heard the light click on as she closed the door, heard water running. He thought he heard her stop briefly in the hall, listening at his door, then move to her room. He waited for the sound of the door latching, but it didn't come. He opened his door, could smell Valerie's perfume or lotion in the hall, pleasantly deep in his nostrils. He stood for a long time, tensely imagining the scene he had just heard take place. He wonder just how daring he should be. Gerald's snoring was loud and deep. Suddenly he was in the hall. Listening. Straining to hear, to feel Valerie there ten feet away. She had not closed the door completely. His decision was made. James slowly pressed the door. It creaked, sounding loud in the night tension. He pressed again, another squeak. But Gerald continued his snoring. It was a dark night again and he could see nothing except the outline of the white sheets on the bed. Slowly he felt his way across the room, invading the mating room of his host and hostess. Standing beside the bed, he stopped to listen again. He felt that you could have cut the tension with a knife. His breathing, when he dared to take a breath was labored and stuck in his chest. His heart was pounding. Valerie lay staring into the darkness, too. She heard the door open with a squeak. She knew that he was there. What was he doing, though. Surely he won't come in, she thought. 'Should I get up and go to him? No, I don't think so,' her mind raced excitedly. She could see his bulk now close beside her. Her heart was pounding with excitement. Half of her wanted him to touch her, half was scared, frightened that her husband would wake. She listened, realized that he was drunk satisfied, and probably could sleep through an earthquake. But you never know. The danger was a presence like a wall there in the room. James stood a long time there beside her bed. Finally, she felt the presence lean over her. His lips touched her ear. She turned to meet his lips with hers, felt his tongue touch her. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, savoring its wet roughness. James felt her tongue, felt the excitement of her touch shoot through his body from his tongue to the tips of his toes. He felt disoriented, not sure if he was standing or on his head in the darkness. He felt her hand on his cheek, now, ,gently encouraging him. Just touching. Fondling his face.. His hand found her breast under the silky slip. She wore no bra and her nipple leapt against his palm. He fondled and pinched it lightly, feeling the round hardness of it, felt it get harder, more rigid, more defined in his touch. He loved the way it formed an almost separate part of her breast, a distinctly separate little mound on top of the rich mountain of her breast. He slipped his kiss down her chin, along her neck to the swell of her left breast, nearest him, and up to the nub at the very tip of her breast. Her hand guided his head now, asking him unspoken to suckle her, to take her womanhood and let her nurture him. Valerie felt the curly hair of his sideburns, musing that he needed a haircut, pressed his head to drink her breasts. She wanted him to suckle there, to taste her nipples, wanted him to have her roundness, wanted to feel his hands fondle her big breasts, hold them, lift them, smooth them with his rough hands, nibble on her. She wanted to feel his breathy desire spill over her breasts, feel him nuzzle the valley between them. She felt his lips slipping down her neck, along the slope of the top of her breast. She listened for any change in her husband's snoring. It was steady. She pulled James to her ample bosom. His cheek felt so wonderfully masculine against her. Valerie loved having her breasts fondled. James held them in his hands, started with the very base of the now swollen orbs, moving along them, squeezing them as he worked his hands toward the peaks. He pulled slightly on her nipples as he reached the summits. Gerald's left hand slipped down to rest on her belly. The band of her panties was under his thumb as he rubbed lightly on her tummy feeling the soft silkiness of the full cut panties. Valerie's hand caught his hand, slipped it under the band of her panties, pressed it down into the curls protecting her mound, letting him play there for a moment, enjoying the feel of his fingers combing her little patch of dark brown hair. His finger just touched the top of the crease made by the lips of her cunt. 'What had her husband said about having them both?' she thought to herself. Well, she liked it, he was right, though not quite the way he had phrased it. James felt the coarse short curls of her pussy thatch. Fondled it in his fingers, scratched her mound gently, teasingly with his fingernails. Her scent was warm in his nostrils, his heart beat wildly in his chest. He knelt beside her, touching her lips with his again. Then, slipping downward, he kissed her other lips, just at the beginning of the place where they split her body, inviting him. His lips explored them, felt that they were nicely swollen with excitement, pouting at him. James slipped his fingers in the band of her panties, pausing to see if she wanted this, then slipped them down her thighs and off her leg. Valerie took her knickers off the other leg, moving as quietly as possible. She stuffed them into James' briefs, feeling his hard cock against her hand. She paused there, examining his length. Her touch was light as a feather. It seemed large, swollen, excitedly hard and erect. Her hand touched his balls, lifted them in their sack between his legs. They were large and heavy in her hand. He left her panties there stuffed next to his cock and balls, as she felt him parting her legs. Valerie was terrified of waking Gerald. She put her hand to his head cautioning him. He paused a moment and continued his journey up her thigh toward her open pussy. Her lips were swollen, her hair soft to his lips as he planted a kiss on her closed pussy lips. Her scent was delicious to his nostrils, perfume and natural scent mixing together excitedly. His tongue touched her now, he realized she was moist for him, waiting for him to taste her. 'The tip of his tongue slipped easily between her lips, traced a path down one side, crossed over to the other lip. - Valerie spread her thighs wider for him. His tongue widened and spread over the width of her large luxurious pussy lips. James was enjoying making her squirm slightly under his tongue. He found her clitoris, circled it with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it between his lips. He let the wetness of his mouth make a warm slippery sheath for her clitoris, now firmly protruding in the flower pedals that were her pussy. She was so wet. So Warm. So Sweet tasting. The wet heavy cream of her juices spread on his cheeks as he opened his mouth so that it was covering her clitoris, her lips so wide apart now, and down to the opening to her vagina. He lingered that way, his tongue fondling her entire channel. His nose rested now on her Venus mound, it's curls tickling his nose and her scent intoxicating him. Valerie felt James surround her with his open mouth. It was hot and exciting, everything was so wet and warm, and held, and fondled -- all those things at once. It was truly wonderful. His tongue had her clit standing so rigidly that it felt like she was pointing toward him -- reaching for him. It actually felt like it was straining to get closer. Silly -- but that is how it felt to her at that moment. She had never felt more completely fondled. His hands crept up her sides and held her breasts firmly but still gently. James was being as aggressive as he could while trying not to move the bed for fear of waking Gerald. He sucked her pussy, slipped his tongue into her cunt, circled it, pressed deep into her, tasting the slight bitter sweetness there. His tongue went lower on her body, then circled the little rose of her anus. He felt her squirm with pleasure under his tongue. Her breasts were large and swollen in his hands. Valerie was engulfed in a luxurious bath of pleasure and feelings. Her heart was beating firmly, her juices were flowing. Her clitoris felt so lovely as James loved it, swirling it around and around. At last she felt his finger slip into her cunt, another just touched her anus, fondling it. She felt her pelvis involuntarily squirm closer to get more of him. She felt her orgasm begin to build in her groin. His finger continued slipping in and out, then found the round little mound just behind her clitoris. He was sucking her clit now and rubbing the swollen bit inside her pussy, just under the root of her little man. The sensation was unimaginable, it spread through her loins, suffusing them with warmth, her tummy cramped slightly as if he were drawing on her in this way. She felt his tongue flicking her clit back and forth, her body shuddered under his attention. How long had she been engulfed in these sensations? How long could it go on. She was shivering now with pleasure. Trying desperately not to make too much noise or jiggle the bed too much. But James kept pulling on her clit, rubbing behind it, kissing her pussy lips now so sensitive and leaping out to him. She squeezed her thighs around his face, her orgasm rattling through her; she clamped onto him, trapping his head, shuddering against him, loving the feel of him there between her legs, there fondling and sucking her sex, lingering in the bath of all her juices, devouring her, devouring her juices, fucking her with his tongue and mouth and nose. She exploded with as controlled an orgasm as she could manage, driving her vibrations into his head as she held him clamped in the vice of her excited thighs. She felt the bed move with her tremors, but there was nothing she could do. Finally it subsided. She lay completely happy and completely satisfied, relaxed, feeling... well... just wonderful... it was the only word. James silently covered her bare, wet mound with the covers, kissed her one last lingering good night and slipped silently out of her room, her panties still tucked into his shorts. Chapter Six James awoke with the scent of Valerie in his nostrils, her panties silky under his ear and cheek. Slowly waking up, he passed his hand under the panties, smiling at his memories of last night, the excitement of sneaking into her room, bringing her to a ringing orgasm, then slipping away silently without waking her husband, asleep by her side. He wondered what she had done after he left. Sleep well? Anguished night tossing and turning? He finished shaving, but couldn't get her out of his mind. The events of the evening still played like a movie through his mind, the feel of her breasts, soft and heavy, her round bottom squirming on his hands, the petal-like lips of her pussy, her hand as it slipped her panties down the front of his shorts. He turned with a raging hard-on brought on by his daydreaming. He was deciding where to leave her panties. Then, an inspiration came over him, thinking about the feel of her pussy against his lips and how hard he had been as he fingered the inside of her pussy and kissed her clitoris. Slowly, he began stroking his cock into her sleek white panties. In moments, his balls tensed and shot a long heavy stream of his sperm onto her pretty panties, again and again he spewed those juices stored all night under the great pressure of his excitement. He looked down to find a large collection on her panties. He laid it carefully for her to find. When he arrived in the kitchen, Gerald had beaten him to the table. He examined Valerie's eyes as she poured his coffee. As she finished, her eyes found his and James found himself drowning in them as she gave him a self-confident smile, full and warm. When they had left, Valerie hurried upstairs to the guestroom where she found the panties, loaded with his fresh spunk. Most of it had landed in a huge dark streak in the gusset. She was pleased. She slipped the soiled garment into place over her hips, feeling the now cool pool of sperm next to her pussy lips. In her mind, she could still feel the strength of his suction on her nipples as well as on the sensitive lips of her pussy. She sighed with remembered pleasure, and slowly pressed his cum to her pussy, matting the copse of her hair once again. She lay there fondling herself, spreading her legs wide, teasing her clitoris firmly in the wetness he had left for her pleasure. Her finger circled round and round then a steady back and forth motion across the firm erect bud protruding from her lips, back and forth, back and forth, then pressing harder and intensifying the movement with pressure. Valerie realized she was beginning to feel a need for the American visitor, a need for his cock inside her. She came quickly, it was a bright, tingly feeling like champagne, a lovely sweet warm feeling with it's own charm in the shade of the monumental orgasm he had given her with his eager and inventive mouth in the dark of the night. Valerie fell into a luxurious sleep, her hand pinned under the mound of her pussy as she lay on her stomach enjoying the man-scent of warmth he had left in the bedclothes. Sleep came like a comfortable glow. Gerald had had a bit of a blow-up with his boss and was in a rambunctious mood. When he had finished reading him off to James he was a bit calmer. But he was still in one of those "kick the dog' moods where you come home and pick on people you like because of what someone else has done to make you angry. This made him argumentative through dinner, and as he got himself round three or four beers, began to get openly randy in his comments. "I told her James, that what she needed was you and me both to get up her. Finally make a real woman out of her. That'd be all right with you, eh, James?" "GERALD STOP! What will James think?" She tried to turn the subject away. Her face was crimson with embarrassment, perhaps mixed with excitement. "Uh, I think I'd better not answer that one!" James laughed lightly, " I don't think I can do anything but get on the wrong side of one or both of you!! "Ah, c'mon, James boy, you're among friends. I see you looking her over pretty good all throughout dinner. Cor' she's a bit of a sweet, isn't she?" he laughed uproariously at James' discomfort and at his own bawdy humor. "Now that, I shamelessly admit, Gerald, I have absolutely been admiring your lovely wife. And yes, I agree completely with you, she is not only 'a bit of a sweet,' but gorgeous and sexy in the bargain. " James smiled warmly at Valerie, playing that it was all a game. Then turning to Gerald, "I humbly apologize m'lord!!!" "No bloody need, mate, you're alright by me and I am willing to share ol' Val with you. Might turn her really wild, you know, having a yanks' charm and my good solid British 'longbow' to entertain her." He laughed heartily again. But it was becoming clear that his joking about the subject was meant to be taken seriously or at least that he would really like to find a way to have both of them in bed with Valerie! James continued to steer out of harm's way and Valerie, dodged with her face still crimson. She decided to counterattack. "You'd better be careful, my man, I may just take you up on that. Our James is a bit of a dish, you know. I might just fancy him." She smiled at her sudden assertive ploy, her eyes lingering a bit longer on James' eyes than necessary. Lingering and communicating with him privately. Gerald could not know that she had already had him in her mind's eye. Nor could he guess that she was still wearing the panties which James had left for her with the silent reminder of him still close to the lips of her pussy. "Oh, getting frisky are we, well, we'll just see about that when I get you upstairs!! She loves it, James, just loves it! Can't get enough of a good seeing to, can Valerie!! Am I not right, Valerie?" "Yes, always right," she replied sardonically. "Right, are we off then?" Gerald rolled his eyes toward the bedroom. "Yes, I'm tired out. You, James?" "With James, or will you just have the big one tonight, Val?" Gerald roared with laughter as he headed up stairs. Valerie followed James up the stairs, her hand touched his back as they walked slowly. When he came to the door, he turned to her and looked into her eyes. Valerie placed her hand on his chest lightly, affectionately. She leaned close, "Good Night James." James brushed his lips against the top of her head. She paused, patted his chest, and moved on to her own door. As the door closed, he heard "Come on lass, bring it over here!! You know you won't be able to sleep until you've had a good seeing to! I'm your man." James couldn't hear her comment. "Sure you don't want me to call old James and we'll give you two up you at one time? Ha! Ha! Ha! I think old James is going to sleep with a "stiffy" from looking at you every night! Sure we should waste it?" "Oh, Gerald, give it a rest, you know I would never do that. What are you playing at? Still, I think you really would like that, wouldn't you?" "Well, I wouldn't mind. It'd make a change from the old push pull, you have to admit. Might put some excitement into the evening!" "Well, It isn't on, now is it?" "I do not know why you can never just admit what you want and ask for it! Pisses me off!" The door opened and Valerie went down the hall to the bathroom. James stood next the door and listened as the sounds of running water drifted back to him. He could hear Gerald settle into the bed, the spring groaning under his weight. The light went out in the room. James opened his door and stood in the opening, silently in the dark. The bathroom light went out and the door opened silently. He could smell her perfume preceding her toward him. She touched his chest in the dark and his arms were immediately around her. Valerie pulled him to her bosom, her head buried in the hair of his chest. He felt her lips on his chest, then turned her face upward and they kissed a long, lustful, wet, tongue-tangling, mouth-exploring kiss. Electric shocks ran up and down his spine as his hands slipped downward to find her bottom. Quickly, James knelt in front of her and slipped under her slip. His mouth found the softness of her mound and he kissed her through her panties. The cushiony froth of her patch of hair felt delicate under the nylon. He pulled the gusset aside and kissed her again, his finger again finding it's way into her wetness. James found her clitoris with his tongue and his finger inside her cunt found the mound just back of the clitoris. Finger and tongue worked together to tease her to a higher stage of excitement. Valerie felt her juices begin to flow, felt the warmth of his tongue on her clitoris. She languished in a pool of pleasure. James gently worked his wonder on her poor defenseless clitoris, surrounded by his attack - not that she had any thought of pulling away! It was wonderful, truly wonderful. She opened her legs to him, felt his excitement as his tongue sprang forward, deeper along the track made by her pussy lips. She felt a little tidal wave building down there and pulled him up by tugging at his head, fondling his hair and body as they stood face to face, nipples to nipples once again. She kissed him and reached for his cock, now prodding her in the tummy. She slipped her panties down in the front and led him by his cock head into the slit where his tongue had been preparing her for him. James felt her lips part, accepting the broad head of his cock. He loved the heat of her as his cock slipped along the lovely valley between her pussy lips. He took pleasure in the copious amount of pussy juices he found there. He had made her very excited and her lubricated channel was a delight as he felt her wetness bathe him. She had pulled the front of her panties down to let him enter, leaving them in place so that his cock was pressed up against her waiting lips by the elastic. James slipped it further along her crease, loving every inch of it. She moved up on her toes and pressed the head of his cock into the entry of her cunt. "Her little sigh of pleasure thrilled him. He only had an inch of her, but that inch was delightful, hot, and tight. "Val, where the hell are you, then." They heard from her bedroom. She jumped away and silently slipped down to the bathroom and turned on the light, then off again. "Coming." James had stepped back a few inches, but felt her reach for him, touching him through the darkness as she went past, on the way to her "being taken care of." "Sorry..." The closing of the door cut off her words. James' heart was still a bit in his throat, but he managed to start breathing again. He leaned against the wall to listen again. "I thought you'd changed your mind! Come on love, bring it over here to me. Ohhhh, I can see by the condition of this that you are needing a good takin' care of! I'll have no trouble slipping up you tonight!! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Been thinking about it haven't you, girl?" Valerie, was indeed ready for him. James' tongue on her clitoris had been a lovely sensual awakening. The excitement of him taking her there in the darkness only feet away from her marital bed was exhilarating on one level, but the fondling and caressing, were still another. What was there about the way that his tongue found her most sensitive spots, her tongue, her clitoris, the lips of her pussy, her nipples, wherever his tongue and lips found her, she felt loved and completely fondled and folded inside something warm and delightful and wonderful. Her wet tightness was pulling on Gerald's cock now, holding onto it, squeezing it and milking it. She thought, "Please, please don't die on me yet! Please stay hard, just a little longer, a little more... a little harder, there, that's it... Now again. Again! Again! Again! Fuck me! Oh fuck me! Please... oh, YES! YES! YES!" His cock was deep in her and she opened wider to get every last inch of it and angled to press it's top against her surging clitoris. James had brought out its sensitivity with his tongue and his finger deep in her cunt. Now it was about to fulfill its purpose. The center of the storm that was her orgasm. It rumbled up from this lightning rod of hers between her lips down there, rolled along her tummy, hugged her breasts, ringed her nipples and burst into her throat, forcing a guttural, "YESSS!" As Valerie slammed her arms down on the bed, thrust her hips onto him one last lunge and felt his cock pull out of her and then him slamming down on top of her as his juices spurted out on her tummy. Yessss, it felt good, complete. Full. Valerie lay there thinking ruefully, that it had taken both of them to satisfy her fully. Gerald's arm went over her and he muttered "I always know how to please you, don't I, lass!" "Yes, you do." But she smiled there in the darkness a smile that he would not have understood. The smile lasted a long, long time that night as Valerie fell into a deep, deep sleep. All this time James had stood watch, waiting for her orgasm on the other side of the wall. The bed creaked, banged against the wall a bit -- on the harder strokes of their love making. He heard two groans as the thrashing, pounding, fucking noises reached a loud crescendo in the next room. He heard at last, Valerie moaning loudly, "YESSS!" James, knew that it was meant for him, too. Chapter Seven James awoke with a strong erection and heaviness in his scrotum. His mind reeled back to the previous night. The scent of Valerie was still ripe in his nostrils. She had smelled so delightful there in the hall. The scent of the perfume freshly dabbed on her body, her hair with the scent of apple blossom shampoo. His hands had filled with her breasts for the first time. They were warm and heavy, her small nipples hard as diamonds stabbing into his palms through the thin silkiness of her slip. He had relished their softness, rolling them in his hands, toying with her rigid nipples. He remembered, as his hand comforted his cock, that he had knelt before her, lifted her slip and found the freshness of her pussy in her silky panties. He had kissed her mound, lingering to feel the cushion of the dark brown curly thatch under her knickers. His cock had slipped so easily along the crease at the center of her body as her hand guided him to her -- more than guided him! Valerie's hand had grabbed him and pulled him into her waiting wetness. She had forced him to spear her lips apart with the big head of his cock! Valerie wanted him as badly as he now wanted her! That was clear. An occasional touch on the arm, a nudge of her round hips as he passed her, that was one thing, but she had urgently grabbed him and forced his cock into the pretty little slit. She had wanted him to feel her heat; wanted to get him so hot with the need to see what her hotness could be like as it bathed him with passionate juices. She wanted him, too. She wanted his cock to spear her deep and thoroughly as he wanted to see her pussy pink with satisfaction, her breasts rolling under the grip of his hands while his cock filled her cunt; making her feel complete. She wanted him to fill her with his strength and to have him feel the strength of her vice-like grip as she milked his cock, to feel the strain in his cock as she milked all the sperm out of his hardness. "Oh, James, what do you think you're doing? Sleeping in?" Valerie's call from the hallway brought him sheepishly back to reality. He was sure she was standing there with a smile on her face as if she had caught him, but of course that was his imagination. "Ahhh, no, no, Valerie, I'll be right down." "Do you want me to start without you? " She sounded teasing. Was it an intentional double intender, or was his imagination over-working since his cock had tasted just the first inch of her magic pussy? "I am definitely going mad," he concluded and finished dressing and went down stairs. Valerie was smiling from the stove where she was fixing bacon and eggs and fried bread - a particularly potent cholesterol sandwich unique to Britain and deadly delicious. "Did you sleep, then?" she smiled at him. "Not bad, and you? The first part was a bit difficult, but later I settled down alright." He looked deeply into her eyes to find some encouragement or acknowledgement of what they had shared the night before. She smiled again, but averted her eyes. She was feeling some guilt. Natural enough, he thought. But his eyes were on her charcoal colored nylons as they stretched over her knees and thighs just visible below her short skirt. His eyes wandered to her prominent mound where her skirt played with her and teased his madness by tenting across tightly from the outcurve of her thighs across to the soft broad peak of mount Venus! His cock had split her volcano. It still burned with memory of how hot and how very wet she was. She had splashed her burning lava onto his sensitive cock head and burned the memory into his mind. He would never forget that first touch they had shared, slipping her panties away to make it possible, just for that moment. "James, James, I said More Coffee?" "Oh, sorry, my mind was, er..." "Yes, where had you gotten to?" she wanted to know. "Hmmm, I think you may know the answer to that already?" "Oh, do I? Yes, I thought I might. Mine too!" she whispered, just before Gerald came through the door. You two, whispering again, I see. More advice for my girl is it James? Well no harm done as long as you don't take her mind off her main interest, eh lass?" He slapped her on the ass, making it clear what he was thinking. "Ouch, Gerald, stop that." "You know what it is you love, now, don't deny it. Loves me to take care of her, does she, James, perfectly randy housewife, right out of the movies!" "What movies are you watching?" Valerie mock chased him with a broom. "Oh, by the way, love, I'm afraid I have to work late tonight. I won't be able to go to that concert tonight. How will it be if James fills in for me? Alright, James? I know you've looked forward to it." "Oh, we don't have to James, probably wants a quiet night." "No, that's fine, I'm sure I'd love to go. Be honored, m'lady!" "Well if you're quite sure! It's the dance troop of Irish Step dancers, you may have heard of them, Riverdance? So It will be quite lively." "Yes, I'd like that." James drove the longish trip to the concert and they found a little pub nearby for a quick bite and a drink or two before the concert. Their seats were a bit distant, actually in the back row and in a remote corner of the theater, but it wasn't a large theatre. They had to lean forward to see the very front of the stage, though. Their knees touched and stayed comfortably against each other. James was pleased that she did not pull away. It had not been wholly accidental. He realized he was pushing it a little. The lively dance scene was really a bit erotic, the sound of their tapped heals and toes and the fast, fast music were exciting. Valerie's hand found James' and they smiled at each other, there in their rather secluded part of the theatre, all eyes were away from them, so no one was likely to recognize them as they held hands. Now their thighs were in contact steadily along the whole length. James put his hand on his own knee and touched Valerie's knee in the process. Her tights made for a delightful feel, and he let his hand stroke both of them, feeling the warmth of her under the nylon. She placed her hand over his and pulled it more onto her knee, slipping her skirt a bit higher in the process. She held his hand that way for quite a long time, fondling him as he fondled her knee. Their tension was rising with the pleasure of these stolen caresses in the secluded but public place. He leaned closer and kissed her ear, whispering that he was loving being here with her. Valerie smiled, looking toward the stage. Eventually she turned and looked into his eyes, deep into his eyes and nodded yes. They enjoyed the concert, but much of their attention was absorbed in each other. Shared little touches, hands caressing each other at each opportunity. They sat back in their seats and James' hand reached under her arm so that his fingers were against the side of her breast, she held him tightly there, holding is hand with hers and pressing him to the softness of her breast. On the drive back, James slipped his hand under her thigh on the seat, letting the back of his hand fondle her leg. Valerie squirmed in her seat, then touched his arm, confirming his caress. "Gerald will be home by now, I think," she said. "Yes," James agreed. They were holding hands now, clinging tightly to each other. His hand squeezed hers between his thumb and his fingers, rolling his thumb deep into her palm, passing an erotic feeling from him to her. He trailed his handling of her hand into a light caress rather than gripping her tightly. Every touch exchanged was an erotic tease. The sexual tension between them built and built. "I need to stop a minute in this lay-by, OK?" "Oh," she began to reply but stopped. Feeling an urgency to get back home since Gerald would certainly be coming home by now. They both used the toilet facilities and James was standing leaning against the car when she returned. "Nice Night, James," She stared up at the starry sky, felt the breath of a breeze on her cheek. "Almost a shame to see it ending." "Yes, I'm having a bit of trouble with that, too, hating to see our evening out together end, is what I mean. I've really enjoyed being with you. And the concert wasn't bad either!" He smiled down into her brown eyes. "Oh, how nice you feel the same way!" Valerie was really pleased with that and showed it by quickly pressing close to him and hugging him, laying her head against his sold, broad chest. His arms were around her immediately, his lips in her hair , on the top of her head. "Yes..." his voice trailed off. He could feel the softness of her pressed close along the length of her body, felt his cock stir at that feminine feel of her skirt slipping against the silkiness of her slip, tights and panties. That was a unique feel and it was one of the most erotic things he knew of. His hands were at the small of her back, only inches from the loveliness of her round bottom. Testing, he slipped his hands a bit lower, then took the moment and pulled her closer pressing his hands on her bottom. Valerie felt her body responding to his hands. She was fond of having her bum fondled. It was one of her erogenous zones and she relished James' hands as they teased her sensitive flesh. "Ummm, I like that James. MMMMM. My bum is one of my erogenous zones , so be careful how big a fire you light!" she giggled into his chest. "It's the only thing I like about the loosing battle I have with the size of it! There's more for you to play with and drive me mad!" "Valerie, why do you keep bringing that up? You look very attractive. You should be happy with that. But, of course, we are always our own worst critic aren't we?' he laughed. Chapter Eight "How was the concert, then?" Gerald asked as he came into the house with a smile. He was slightly loose from the dinner and drinks of the business meeting he had had. It had agreed with him apparently. James replied that it was terrific. Valerie had slipped up to the bathroom to rinse her mouth and brush her teeth when she heard his car come into the drive. She had quickly inspected James for traces of lipstick before going. Now she bounded down the steps, with a welcoming smile, "It was brilliant, Gerald, I wish you could have been there, you'd have so enjoyed it. Wouldn't he James?" She bubbled on at length about the show. "If I know you, lass, knowing how these things affect you, you'll need a good seeing to tonight!" he smacked her bottom and grinned at James, who looked away, trying to think of something to say. Valerie nudged him hard in the ribs. "Stop that, Gerald, you're naughty! What on earth will James think of you?" "What should he think, then, just two married people, one of them a randy wife!" he roared at his joke, then pushed her toward the stairs "get along with you, and your big bum!" he followed her up the stairs, his hands following the swiveling of her hips. "You're incorrigible, you are," she muttered. James watched as Gerald's hand disappeared under her skirt slipping up to the space between her legs. In his room, James lay back on the bed still in his clothes. Staring at the ceiling, feeling completely relaxed, warm and comfortable, he recalled the feel of her body against him, the way her lips had teased him, pleased him. A long sigh escaped his lips, but it was replaced with a satisfied smile. But then he heard them in the next room and knew they would soon be fucking; He was sorely jealous of the joy and pleasure Gerald was able to have while he lay there only dreaming of how it might be if they, Valerie and he, were allowed a little time alone. How they would make it into a wonderfully expressive thing, this fucking, this loving, this deep probing, long and deep, He heard Gerald's voice "here's what you've been wanting , Isn't it, love?" "Yes." "Come and have it then, always ready, satisfaction guaranteed," he laughed. "Come and suck it my girl, suck it for me, suck me off, give it your mouth, then. Come on now, That's it, pull away, Lot's more to have, there now, that's better, Got it all then? You randy little tart, randy little slut, always wanting this then, aren't you, Love to suck, don't you? Say it. Say it, say you love to suck my big old John Henry. Tell me, I say!" "Yes, I do, dear." "Tell me or I'll not give you more, my lass!" 'OK, OK be quiet now dear, what do you want? I WANT YOUR BIG COCK, I LOVE IT IN MY MOUTH, I LOVE TO SUCK THIS COCK. How's that!" "Ah, right you are, love. Right you are. You're hot tonight, aren't you? Got randy off to a concert did we. Oh good more! SUCK IT!" Silence. James knew he had come and would have nothing left to help her come, neither the spunk nor the sensitivity to find another way, all spent as he would be now. He would be asleep in minutes. James longed to go to her, but knew he could not. "Gerald is not that drunk," he thought. His cock was hard with wanting her though. He thought of how he would have pleased her now. How his cock would have found all the little hills and valleys of the inside of her cunt, how he would have lifted against her, pressing the top of his cock against the top rim of her cunt, his mound pressing her clit, his cock finally reaching her clit. Her pretty little clit, waiting to be rubbed and fondled until her orgasm radiated out from it, calling all the other sensuous parts of her body to the celebration, while he worshipped each one of them. It was a wild thought for another private time he hoped would come soon. Soon. Soon, he hoped. Valerie, disappointed that he had turned away and fallen asleep so soon, slipped out of bed and padded down the hall, not bothering even to put her slip on. She thought it safe enough. James heard her close the door of the bathroom and rose to stand expectantly in the hall just to smell her perfume as she came back. He listened at Gerald's door and heard the now familiar snoring. Too dangerous to risk waking him he thought, but he continued his dangerous course. He stood nude waiting in the hall as the bathroom door opened and Valerie was standing there nude. His eyes drank her in. Her nipples stood out in their crowning place high on her breasts that he now saw in their fullness and their naturalness. The curve of their underside being lovely in his view, their slight sag under their weight giving her body an opulent loveliness. Topped by the slope of the top of her breasts slipping down to the alert nipples his mouth longed for. She looked startled, her hand on the light switch. She didn't switch off, but stood, letting him look at her, loving the way his eyes swept over her, pausing for a long lust-filled look at the thatch covering her mound. They stood suspended in silence, listening for Gerald's snoring; it continued. Valerie continued letting him look at her. She felt wonderfully adored in his gaze. She relaxed a little bit, watching his eyes as they looked into hers, then were torn from hers by his need to look at her body, to openly and simply admire her round body. James reached out for her, she took her hand from the switch and gave it to him. They stood like that for a time, him continuing mesmerized at seeing her at last. Her loving the attention, but concerned not to wake Gerald either. She knew this was madness. And so dangerous. They really could not do this, she thought. She turned out the light and they were plunged into darkness. Gerald could still see the afterimage of her there in the doorway, painted on the retinas of his eyes. She dimmed after a moment, he took back her hand, lead her past her door. She resisted slightly. He tugged gently, reassuring her. Valerie panicked, 'No, I can't go to his room,' she thought, and came back to her senses, pulling James to stop him. He came close and they stood, barely breathing, barely touching. It was chilly in the hall and her nipples puckered in spite of herself. Otherwise she didn't feel the cold, just his hand on her breast, his breath on her lips, now his tongue in her mouth, hers in his. How was she going to stop this, short of fucking him here and now, and that was too impossibly dangerous to even thinking of. Still it was what she wanted to do. She wanted his cock so much right now her mind was spinning. She touched it, held it gently. James, turned her round, pressed close to her from behind and fondled her breasts in a lovely rolling motion, she swooned against him, felt his cock prodding her bottom. James knew it was too dangerous, too, really. His heart was in his mouth, his breathing uncertain. He bent her over so she could touch the little bench in the hall. He spread her legs. She willingly let him position her. Then he did a surprising thing. He knelt behind her, reached through her legs to pinch her nipples dangling there from her bent-over position, head down, hands resting on the low bench. She was all exposed to him and thought that her legs would not hold her much longer. She felt his tongue touch her. A shiver ran through her. He searched her now, his tongue devilishly perverse in it's seeking little way. James encouraged her legs a bit further apart with his arms as he continued to fondle her breasts, marveling at the way they hung down into his waiting, lusting hands. They were so nice and heavy. He loved them, glorified them, hefted them in his hands, warmed them, pinched their long nipples, now so distended. The blood was rushing to her head and Valerie was dying from suspense, though enjoying his lovely hands, they seem to know what her breasts wanted. So soothing, so loving, so wonderful. She thought, "I think I can orgasm just from his fondling, from this lovely man kneeling between my legs fondling and playing madly with my tits! I love this. God help me, I love it. It's mad, being here like this, naked, exposed, my fanny in the air -- exposed to this strange, weird, randy, but wonderful American who was a stranger a week ago!!" "Ah, she couldn't resist dabbing a little stopper of perfume on the peak of her mound," he thought. What a delight. Husbands are a mad lot, not knowing what can be theirs for the asking. But they can't bring themselves to simply enjoy the preciousness offered them. The scent of her pretty pussy and its juices flooded to him, blended with the perfume. He pressed his tongue a little further with its exploration. Starting at the top of her crease, the lovely buns on either side, he tested the little bone at the base of her spine, then hurried on following the centerline of her body. Valerie spread wider, sensing what he wanted. "oh, dear, I'll collapse," she thought, grateful for the support of the little bench, and pressing her head to it now, her body bent practically double before him. She had to bite her tongue to keep quiet as she felt his tongue travel down, down, down along the wide split of her bum. She thought, "Is he going to kiss me there, as well? Mmmmm, hope so... mmmnnnngg hope so... YES!" She nearly jumped from her skin as his tongue circled her rose bud of an anus! James, wanted to tease her to an hysterical peak, just short of screaming out loud. Could he do it? He thought perhaps so. Her juices were already on his chin as his tongue toyed with the little rosebud, circling it. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he teased more. She was shuddering under the terror of his tongue driving shivers from her little anus up along her body. He held her thighs, thinking she might collapse, but kept his tongue tingling along her crease. For some reason, it was lovely doing this for and to her. Just lovely. He wanted to give her such a record breaking sort of orgasm that it hurt, so great was his striving to find just the delights which would make her cum for him in a wild, torrential, rainforest style release. His tongue paused to press just the center of the rosebud, bidding it a fond farewell, as his tongue traced its treasure path along her waiting creaming slit. He had to spread her cheeks more with his hands as his tongue sought the first hint of her pussy lips rising gently from the path before him, He kissed them, then let his tongue taste again. He felt her shudder again as his tongue tasted the lips of her pussy. It was a different tingling from that she felt as he tongued her anus, yet similar, just more familiar. She relished both. He was upon her cunt now, open to him, gaping open to him, her juices spilling down the sides of the lovely spot. His tongue ran around the rim now, lustily teasing her to a wildness that made her hips buck in spite of her position, nearly standing on her head. She bit her lip again to keep from crying out with the sensations coursing through her wildly aroused body. She could not believe how aroused she was getting. She thought it must be the blood running to her head. "OHMIGOD!" She felt James tongue going deep into her open cunt, having made love to the lips and rim surrounding it he had slipped his clever tongue right into her, felling the tightness of the sphincter muscle meant for his cock! She squeezed his tongue, pressing it back out like a little cock. He pressed into her again, she played with his tongue, using the muscle training she had worked on so often over the years so that her cunt could grip Gerald's cock and give him a "seeing to", give him a "good riding". Now here it was letting her enjoy herself with James' tongue. It was truly lovely. She lingered in her mind with his wet little tongue pretending to substitute for his cock. "Lovely" she whispered. "oh god, so lovely" she mouthed the words, hoping he would understand. James savored the taste of Valerie's sopping cunt. Again and again, he slipped his tongue into her waiting tunnel. He felt her return his pressure with the firmness of her muscle, They played together, him slipping it into her, her squeezing down on it until it was expelled, then repeating his thrusting. "OHMIGOD." He thought to himself, 'what this little muscle trick must do to your cock as it slides in and out!' His mind went mad for her. Longing for the fucking they would surely do some time soon, when the time was right. He continued until he felt her legs trembling so much he feared she might give way. He moved on up the path, along her thick full pussy lips, now so swollen with her excitement and slick with her juices. Her wetness now actually running down her legs and completely covering his mouth, nose and cheeks. It felt lovely, he thought. Now he was right under her legs, head turned up sucking on her clit the way she had sucked his cock earlier. He pulled on it with his tightly clenched lips, letting it slip out at last, and he was sure that it trembled as it snapped back from his lips. His tongue found it, his teeth very gently nibbled it, very gently and she moaned slightly. James was seated on the floor now face fully upturned, sucking her clitoris, his nose pressed into the tight wetness of her cunt. He sucked hard, pulled on her, she moved her hips to help him reach her and he heard her whimper slightly. Suddenly, she could hold it no longer, James grasped her breasts, squeezing them, rolling them in his hands, supporting her as her knees gave a little, sitting right down on his face, as if on a typing seat. His mouth sucked hard on her clitoris, though he was nearly afraid of suffocating with the pressure of her surrounding his cheeks, mouth and nose. Still he held on to her, determined to see her through to a massive, earth-shattering orgasm. Valerie felt her knees going. She could do nothing but rest part of her weight on poor James there with his upturned face deep into the crease of her body, sucking on her clitoris as if there would be no tomorrow. It was mind-blowing. She shuddered, she gripped the little bench, she pressed against James' wonderful tongue. She thought how nice it would be to just let his whole head slip up into her waiting cunt, still licking her even inside. It was wild, almost psychedelic, she guessed. Her body simply took over, her orgasm rolled back and forth through her torso, through her legs, her tits tingled wildly in his hands,. She hated to do it but she simple collapsed onto James. She had to be helped up by James standing up, supporting her, still squeezing her massive swollen breasts. She turned in his arms and kissed him, her arms around his neck as if she could not be pried loose. Coming to her senses, she took one last kiss from his lips and moved back to her own room, uncertain if her legs would support her. Gerald was still snoring, so, she must have managed to keep quiet enough. She lifted her slip over her head, letting its sensual softness slip down over her hips and catch over her bra-less breasts. She thought she would go braless tomorrow as well. Her nipples were that sensitive. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 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