Meeting Pam

Meeting Pam
By: Wifelover (plm073151@msn.com)

How I met Pam

Last Tuesday I had finished up the "out of town" project that I was working on and only needed to wait until the next afternoon for my flight back home. I returned to my hotel room and ordered a pizza delivered to my room. I sat in front of the TV watching nothing but re-runs and boring game shows, while I ate. It was around nine when I decided to clean up and head down to the hotel lounge for a drink or two before turning in for the night. I had no way of knowing what that decision would mean to me before the night was over.

I walked into the lounge and took up a seat at the bar, ordered a scotch and water, then sat back to relax. There was a couple sitting at the other end of the bar, chatting quietly and another man about half-way between me and them. I glanced around the lounge and came to the realization that a Tuesday night in this lounge was not likely to be anymore exciting that watching TV back in my room. It wasn't long before the couple left, followed shortly by the single guy. I ordered another S & W and tried to strike up a conversation with the bartender, but it soon fell flat and he wandered off to wash glasses. I finished my drink and was about to leave when a young woman, that I figured couldn't have been over twenty-five, sat down beside me. She turned towards me and extended her hand. "I'm Pam", she said. I took her hand and told her my name was Peter. "She then asked me if I was willing to buy her a beer. "Sure", I replied.

I ordered another Scotch for me and a Corona for her. The bartender asked her for an ID which she promptly produced for him. She thanked me for the beer and then she emptied it in three long pulls. She gave me a look that said, "well, are you going to buy me another or not?" I called the bartender over and ordered her another Corona. She drank this one as quick as the first one, but while she was at it, I had an opportunity to look her over.

She appeared to be a few inches over five feet tall, average build, nice breast, and dark brown hair. She was attractive but I wouldn't have called her beautiful. Certainly easy to look at though. She finished the beer and asked if it would be asking too much for another.

Soon another Corona was sitting in front of her. She took her time drinking the beer this time and told me that she had come to the bar with the intention of getting intoxicated. I of course asked her why. She said it was a long story and that she didn't want to bore me with it. I assured her that I was willing to listen and that perhaps that was better than her getting drunk.

She told me that she had suspected that her husband was seeing someone else. Sex had become non-existent and he was spending more and more time away from home, using the excuse that he was working long hours. She had tried on several occasions to call him at work and he had not answered his phone. When she questioned him about it, he told her that he had been too busy working to bother answering the phone. She hadn't bought his story and she started checking the bank accounts on a regular basis, figuring that if he was working so much overtime, then it would be reflected in his pay check deposits. There had been no evidence of an increase in salary. She drove to his place of employment on a couple of occasions and looked for his car in the parking lot. She had been unable to locate it, but since she didn't want him to accidentally she her checking on him, she had not driven in to the parking area, which meant that she might have missed his car. Finally, she had decided to spy on him. She had started parked her car across the street from where he worked each afternoon. Then she waited until he left work. The first three times, she had simply followed him far enough to be sure he was going home and then she had taken a short cut to arrive home first. In fact, after having followed him those three times, she had almost called it off, thinking she was over reacting. She decided she would follow him just once more. This time, he had turned right out of the parking lot, instead of his customary left turn. His cell phone had rang almost immediately. It was Sean, her husband, and he told her he was going to work late, that he loved her, and not wait up.

She followed him to the very hotel in which I was staying. He had parked on the second level of the parking garage and she had found a spot on the first level. She backed her car in and waited. She could see the elevator and stair well that served the upper levels from where she parked and she waited. In a few minutes she saw her husband walk out of the elevator, hand in hand, with some "blond bimbo looking bitch", her words not mine. Following from a safe distance, she had witnessed them laughing and holding on to each other as they made their way to the lobby, climbed into an elevator, and disappeared to an upper floor. She picked up a magazine and found a seat in the lobby where she could watch the front entrance and still not be easily seen by someone causally glancing around. She had sat there waiting and wondering for several hours before deciding to enter the lounge, which is where this story began for me.

I bought her another beer and asked what she intended to do about her situation. She told me that she planned to sit there and have another beer, if I was willing to buy it for her. I went to order another for her and the bartender told me he was closing up for the night. He had already counted the money in the cash register. I told him I would give him fifty bucks for a six-pack of Corona and he could keep the change. In roughly the same amount of time it took me to type that last sentence, there was a six pack in a paper bag, sitting in front of me. I asked Pam if she wanted to share the beer with me in my room and she hesitated a moment, before saying, "what the hell, let's go."

We walked into my room and I opened two to the beers, handed her one, and placed the rest of them in the room's compact refrigerator. I sat on one side of the king-sized bed and she sat in a chair across from me. As she drank her beer she told me that she was twenty-three and that she had been married to her high school sweetheart for five years. She went on talking about her husband for a few minutes and then she said, "Do you think he undresses her or do you think she does a striptease for him?" I felt uncomfortable answering this question and tried to tell her that she shouldn't think about it, but she insisted that I answer her question, so I replied, "I would think that she would do a slow, seductive, striptease for him."

She appeared to ponder my answer for a moment and then she stood up, set her beer on the small table next to her chair, and smiled seductively at me. She reached up and began to unbutton her blouse, beginning at the top. I started to protest, telling her that she shouldn't be doing that, but I admit that I really didn't want her to stop and probably didn't have much conviction in my voice. She continued to unfasten those buttons until she reach the top of her skirt. I could see a lacy, white bra partly exposed where her blouse gapped apart. The contrast between the white of her bra and the tan of her skin, caused a familiar stirring in my loins.

She kicked her shoes free and then moved her hand to the zipper on her black slacks and pulled it downward and with a quick twist of her thumb and forefinger, the button holding the waistband together, no longer did its job. Slipper her hands inside her slacks, she pushed them down her legs to her ankles. Lifting first her left foot and then her right, she was free of her slacks. She wiggled her shoulders and the blouse, now free of her pants, slipped from her shoulders and feel to the carpet. She gently nudged the pile of clothes out of her way and moved closer to me, until she could rest her hands on my shoulders. I wanted in the worst of ways to explore her body with my hands, but something was stopping me. Was it my morals getting in the way (assuming I really had any) or was it my fear that she would suddenly grab her clothes and run, screaming from my room. As it turned out, it didn't matter. She removed her hands from my shoulders, straightened her posture, and reached for the clasp between her breasts, that would liberate those mounds. Unsnapping the clasp, she slowly, very slowly, removed the bra. Her firm, medium sized breasts burst loose, swinging slightly down and to the sides. Large pink nipples, abruptly exposed to the air conditioned coolness of the room air, became erect.

She leaned forward, again placing her hands on my shoulders. She spoke for the first time since she began undressing; almost a whisper, she said, "touch them." I put my hands on her waist and began a slow movement upward. That stirring in my loins was back and nagging at me. After what seemed like several minutes, but was certainly no more than a few seconds, I took each of her breasts into my hands simultaneously. I marveled at the firmness and the heat coming from within them. My thumbs found her nipples and rolled them gently back and forth. Oh, it had been so long since I had felt the warmth of a woman's body. I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth. I could feel the texture on my lips, while at the same time the remnants of her perfume entered my nose. Ah, I thought, a woman how dabs a bit of scent between her breast. I savored both the nipple and the perfume. Not wanting to show favoritism, I moved to the left breast and gave it some attention too.

Pam softly pushed me back, disengaging me from her nipple and said, "do you think his bitch is the aggressive one or do you think it's him?" I thought for a moment before answering her. "If I had to venture a guess, I would think she would be the aggressor, because she would most likely believe that is what he would want." Pam seemed to ponder my comment and then with out another word, pushed me the rest of the way back onto the bed.

She pulled my shoes and socks off first, then when to work on my belt and zipper. She pulled and tugged at my slacks in an effort to get them off and with just a little help from me, she accomplished her task. She then climbed onto the bed, straddling my body. Her breast hung nicely and I marveled at her young body. This all seemed like a dream to me. She pressed her lips softly to mine and I felt her tongue force its way between my lips. Her kiss was delicious and sweet.

Pam shifted her weight to her left and used her right hand to un-button my shirt. She had trouble with the cuffs and had to sit back on her heels to allow the use of both of her hands. She dealt with the cuffs and then I peeled the shirt from my body and tossed it across the room. She once again pushed me back on the bed and resumed kissing me. We were both naked now except for my boxers and her panties.

I moved a hand to the back of her head and pulled her mouth to mine. We kissed passionately, like two teenage lovers. I moved my other hand to the small of her back and gradually slid it towards her butt. My finger tips touched the waistband of her panties, and then slipped under it. Creeping lower, I felt the cleft where the two cheeks meet. My loins were on fire with desire. My hand moved lower, sliding over the rounded, firm shape of her rear. Finger tips barely brushing against the crevasse separating the two halves. My hand involuntarily squeezed the mound and pulled thus pulled her tighter to my body.

Her lips left mine and moved to my cheek, then my neck, and then to my chest. She gently nipped and nibbled on my nipples, while her fingers played with the hair on my chest. She must have grown tired on it, since it was only a moment before that hand began working slowly downward to my boxers.

I forced my hand to leave that heavenly rear of hers and start a journey to the other side. I felt the hard curvature of her hip bone and then the silky softness of her pubic hair. I felt, almost sensed, the nearly imperceptible movement that allowed me access to her most private and intimate area. As I slipped a fingertip between the folds of her labia and for the first time, heard a soft moan come from her. The tip of my finger was bathed in her heat and wetness. I explored further and found her clitoris; then stimulated it gently.

My fully erect and throbbing penis felt her grip as she pulled it from my boxer shorts. She sat on the bed gazing at it for a moment and then bending over, engulfed it with her mouth. The sensations of her mouth and tongue working their way up and down my penis, nearly caused me to lose control and I desperately didn't want that to happen so quickly. I focused my attention on the ceiling light over the bed and began counting the shiny little decorations around the perimeter of the light. It was a huge undertaking, as I was repeatedly losing count and having to start over, but it was working. I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I pulled it from her mouth and rolled her over onto her back. She smiled seductively as I wiggled her panties free and tossed them across the room. She was completely nude now and I moved over the top of her. Using my knees to encourage her to spread her legs a bit, I then knelt between them and lowered my mouth to her and began to work her clitoris with my tongue, slow and easy at first, then more insistently. It wasn't long before she began to moan softly and squirm around a bit on the bed. She began bucking her hips against my mouth. This just made me work her clitoris more vigorously. She had an orgasm and used her hands on the back of my head to pull my mouth firmly against her. I could feel her shudder a couple of times and then relax.

It was my turn now for relief now, but I was beginning to hear a nagging voice in my head. I slipped my boxers off and tossed them onto the floor. I positioned myself between her legs and placed the head of my penis against her labia. The lips were glistening with her moisture, but I paused, I was hearing the voice and it was causing me to feel guilty about what I was about to do. Here was this young married bride, emotions all tied in a knot, and I was about to use her state of being for my own pleasure. I looked into her eyes and she must have read my thoughts, because she simply smiled and nodded her head slightly. I pushed my hips forward and watched as the lips spread apart to allow my penis entry.

I watched as it disappeared slowly inside her. Inch by inch. I could feel the searing heat of her woman-hood as her vagina encased my penis. When I could enter no further, I slowly withdrew from her. I gazed into her eyes as I began to re-insert myself into her. She had that look of lust on her face that some women get when engaged in sexual actives and it turned me on, nearly to the point of overwhelming my self-control. I leaned further forward so that I could kiss her while at the same time I was taking her. I re-inserted. Then once again withdrew. I didn't want to rush this. I wanted it to take hours but I knew that in my frame of mind, and given the number of years since I was last in a similar position, it wasn't going to take very long.

It had been four long years since my wife, Victoria had died in a car accident and I had avoided physical contact with women until now. I was primed and ready and knew it. I willed myself to take my time. To maintain a slow pace. To make this last. Nature finally took over and I found my pace increasing along with the power of my thrust. I changed my position and lifted her legs over my arms, resting them across the inside elbows. I leaned forward and began thrusting even harder. Her head was lightly striking the padded headboard with each insertion. She began moaning again, this time louder than before. She spoke for the first time since we began our lovemaking, but only to say four words, "harder, do it harder." I followed her instructions. To be honest, it wasn't voluntary on my part anyway; my body had taken over from my mind. It was being driven by pure animal lust.

Fine beads of perspiration were popping up on her forehead and my arms glistened for the same reason. I was pumping for all I was worth now and she was trying desperately to match mine with thrust of her own. This had become a job; the most pleasant job I had ever worked at. I managed to cup her breasts with my hands and squeezed them ever so gently. No small feat in itself. I thrust and withdrew, my entire body engaged in this one pursuit. And then I felt it. I felt it in the pit of my stomach first, then from within my testicles. My penis stiffened even more than I thought possible. I'm sure Pam knew what was about to happen because she placed her hands on my butt cheeks and pulled me deep inside her. I felt my testicles contract and then relax. My muscles in my rear tensed. The penis inside her twitched, contracted, and emptied the sperm from my testicles deep inside her vagina. That orgasm was followed immediately by one of hers and then another of mine. I was done, but I held my position wanting to continue to feel her warmth encase my penis. Slowly it softened and slipped from her. A telltale drop fell from the end of it onto her thigh.

We collapsed beside each other, chests heaving from the exertion, our breathing rapid and raspy. I took her hand in mine and began to stammer an apology. I felt bad for playing on her emotions. She stopped me and said, "I used you just as much."

After we had rested a few minutes I got another beer out and we shared it together. She was looking around the room and noticed my laptop computer sitting on the table. She said, "You wouldn't happen to have a digital camera would you?" I got up and retrieved one from my briefcase. She asked me if I would be willing to take a few pictures for her and I said I would. She jumped up and went to the bathroom. When she came back she had a wet wash cloth in her hand. She used it to clean up my penis. She then returned to the bathroom and cleaned herself up.

I still had the camera in my hand when she dropped to her knees and took my penis in her mouth. She looked up at me and I knew what she wanted. I took a couple of pictures. Then she climbed up onto the bed on her hands and knees. She asked if I had one of those automatic picture taking buttons on my camera and I told her yes. I sat the camera on a table and pointed it at her. She asked me to press the button and then take up my position behind her. I was already erect by this time and pressed the button. I climbed up behind her and let it slip in. The shutter clicked and I saw the flash, both happening at the same moment. She pushed her rear against me and I thought, "What the hell." I began making love to her again. I knew I could last much longer this time and thus, moved more aggressively. After a couple of minutes, she told me she wanted on top, but wanted me to press the button on the camera first. I got up, pressed it, and threw myself on the bed, on my back. She climbed on top and I positioned my hands on her breast. The photo was taken and then she made love to me like it was her first time in years. It was fantastic and I couldn?t have been happier.

When it was over, we took a shower together and then got dressed. Then we checked out the pictures. I hadn't realized that she had turned towards the camera and smiled when we had taken the second picture. She said she was going to show them to her husband and wanted to make sure that he knew it was her. She wanted him to know that if he could screw around so could she.

She gave me a hug and a peck on the lips, said she had a good time and thanked me. I gave her my phone number in case she needed or wanted to call me and then she was gone. I tried to get some sleep but it just wouldn't come. Morning finally rolled around and before I knew it, I was back home. It was an experience I will never forget and hopefully Pam will call me at some point and who knows, maybe we will hook up again. Yes, I do feel somewhat guilty about her being a married woman but I'm rationalizing it by remembering her husband was responsible for it happening.

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Aunts In My Pants

Aunts In My Pants
By: gotfun

My wife wanted to spend our vacation visting family in the Chicago area. It wasn't what I had in mind for a vacation but what was I going to do, she had her heart set on it. We were staying at her Aunt Kathy's house. Aunt Kathy is married but her husband way overweight and has a medical condition that keeps him on oxygen most of the time.

When we first arrived it was a hot summer day. Aunt Kathy greeted us at the door wearing a white t-shirt and cut offs. She was older but she had a very nice figure. She had long red hair, very nice legs, nice perky tits, and large nipples. I could tell she had nice nipples because they were protruding from her shirt. It was very obvious she also wasn't wearing a bra as well.

Aunt Kathy gave my wife a hug as we entered the house. She looked at me and said, "You're not going to get away without giving me a hug either!" Her arms wrapped around me and she held me close to her longer than I thought she would. I could feel her hard nipples press into my chest and her hot breath on my neck. She then took us to the room we were sleeping in and told us to make our selves at home.

All that night she was very playful and grabbed anyone she could so she could tickle them. Her husband got mad and told her that he didn't want to be tickled. My wife took her aunt's tickling as an act of war and tickled back. As her husband huffed back to his room my wife and her aunt were tickling each other on the floor now. Something happened that I didn't think possible, Aunt Kathy's nipples were now even bigger. The two women then looked at me and then smiled at each other and attacked me. My wife knew where I was ticklish and went right for those spots. I was trying to escape but Aunt Kathy pinned my arms down while stradling me. I could feel my cock harden as I hoped nobody would notice. Aunt Kathy leaned forward to put more leverage on my arms to keep me down. By doing this her shirt was in a position where the bottom of the shirt was right over my face. When I looked up I could see two of the most beautiful tits I have ever seen. Boy, did she have erect nipples too. My wife stopped the tickling so Aunt Kathy rolled off me. I was doing all I could to hide my massive erection.

Aunt Kathy announced it was getting late and she was heading off to bed. My wife grabbed me by the arms and said we should head that way ourselves. When we got to our rooms we changed and got into bed. My wife gave me a weird smile and kissed me good night.

The next day when I awoke my wife was already awake and not in bed. I got up and heard laughing outside in the back yard. I went to the back door and there was my wife and Aunt Kathy splashing each other in the pool. My wife's Uncle had left for work which left just the three of us in the house. Both women were wearing t shirts over their swim suits because they both burn easily. I stepped outside and the two women were wrestling each other and splashing each other in the water. My wife grabbed her aunts legs from below and pulled her under water. Aunt Kathy came up coughing as she took in water. My wife looked up to me and was flaunting her supremecy in the water. Aunt Kathy was sneaking up behind her and pushed her shoulders down forcing my wife under the water. She held my wife under what seemed like forever. When she finally let my wife up my wife was coughing and gasping for air. She angrily splashed her aunt and left the pool in a huff.

As my wife huffed past me towards the house she said to me, "what is she trying to do drown me", then stomped into the house. I walked down by the pool and sat in one of the chairs pool side. Aunt Kathy was lasily swimming about the pool. She floated on her back towards me and I couldn't help but notice those hard nipples. She was wearing a pair of blue bikini bottoms with no top under her t shirt. She looked up at me smiled.

I heard a car door slam as I saw my wife drive away in our car. "You must have really pissed her off for her to drive off", I said to her aunt.

"She will get over it, she's always had some drama in her. She's just pissed that someone old enough to be her mother is in better shape than her and got the best of her", she said. "What do you think am I still in good shape?"

I just stammered because how do you answer that question to your wife's aunt. I can't tell her my cock grows hard when I'm around her.

She just laughed at my stammering. "Pussy got your tongue?"

"You mean cat", I replied.

"No I mean pussy because that was what you wanted last night and judging by your shorts I would say you want the same thing now", she said.

Wow, was she blunt but also correct as I looked down and my shorts were a tent. I tried to tell her that I was turned on by my wife and not her. She then asked me to take a swim, the cold water would help my condition. I came up with some lame excuse why I shouldn't get in the pool with her. She laughed at me and asked me why I wouldn't get int the pool with her if I didn't find her attractive.

"I won't hurt you and if you don't find me sexy then what's stopping you. Prove to me that you can be in the same pool with me and handle it", she challenged. I can't be challenged like that and she knew it.

I walked over to the edge of the pool and jumped in. "Are you happy now", I shot back to her. She smiled at me and swam away from me. The cool water was not helping my hard on at all. Boy, was she sexy and I knew I was in trouble.

"Since you don't find me attractive then you won't mind....", as she dove under the water. Then all of a sudden I saw her t shirt float to the surface. Then I noticed a lean body swimming towards me. I felt a hand on my rock hard cock as she surfaced. Her tits were gorgeous and her nipples were an inch and half long. "Your cock is still hard", she said. Without saying a word I reached up and touched one of her nipples. She closed her eyes and let out a small sigh as she stroked my cock through my shorts. I looked at her and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Our tongues delved and entwined in a kiss that left me gasping for air. I looked her in the eye and told her, "I'm going to fuck you right here and right now!" She looked at me and just nooded as she reached down and pulled off her bottoms. Some how were now by the edge of the pool, so I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the pool. She spread her legs to show me that she had a shaven pussy. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and she cooed. After a few minutes of that she pushed my head down to were wet pussy. I ran my tongue over her swollen lips as I took in her wonderful sent. My tongue found her clit as I slowly ran it all around and over it. I then took her clit into my warm mouth and sucked on it. I could feel her thighs tremble with excitement. Her clit grew bigger in my mouth as her breathing was deeper and she laid back and I knew she would cum soon. I slid my tongue deep into her wet pussy and lapped at all her juices. This sent her over the edge as her whole body quivered with excitement as she exploded in a way I didn't think was possible.

When she caught her breath she just looked at me. I then told her I was going to fuck her now with my hard cock. I climbed out of the pool and pulled my shorts off. My hard cock sprung out as she let out a sigh. She got on all fours and just looked back at me. With that I slid my cock into her warm wet pussy slowly, as she sighed. I started fucking her nice and slow at first. She kept thrusting her ass into me so i started fucking faster and harder. Her pussy was so warm and she was flexing her pussy walls around my hard shaft. I fucked faster and harder now as she cried out, "My fucking head is going to explode, cum inside me now!!!" I couldn't hold it anymore as I felt my balls tighten and then all of a sudden I flooded her pussy with my hot cum.

We just laid there and said nothing to each other. Just then I looked up and saw my wife standing at the other side of the pool just staring at us. Boy, am I going to hear about it now.

NOW!! Chapter Five

NOW!! Chapter Five [part 5 of 6]
By: Alison Aware (alisonaware@yahoo.com.au)

NOW!!

By

Alison Aware

Chapter Five

SIMPLY, SUBMISSION

"Soon" is a pliable word. If asked when you are going to breathe again, "soon" is seconds away. If it's your turn to take out the trash, "soon' is hours away. Washing a car "soon" is eight months out.

For a hard cock, "soon" is the straightest line between A and B. And that was David's "soon."

No time for much romancing...that had happened on a Saturday evening at the cottage almost twenty years ago. Even though David wouldn't ignore the niceties he wasn't going to have to start from scratch.

No need for much foreplay...it was obvious to both he and Sue that Roslyn was drowning in her own sexuality, her desires almost visually bubbling up from between her legs.

It was time to clear the air, to stop tuning up and start playing.

Besides, a wet pussy may not be painful but a constantly hard cock can be a hassle after a while. And David had a constant boner. He was as ready for an erotic coupling with Roslyn as she with him. He couldn't, and wouldn't, wait!

Daily phone calls were in order. David couldn't exactly just phone Ros and make an appointment to seduce. Instead he had to weave through their schedules, waiting for the moment at hand. He knew he had to, almost on a daily basis, see how their week was going, what their plans were.

The deal on the house was closing quickly, enough that the broker gave them a set of keys. Between that and the boat the Elliot's showed up often and without notice at the Faber's, inviting them to lunch and to look at the two acquisitions with them and talk about what was to happen with both. Although Glenn cared little about the imminent furnishing of the house Roslyn genuinely did, taking interest in Sue's project as if it were an expensive toy for which she did not have to pay.

The boat was entirely different. All transactions were complete...David and Sue owned it. Other than perhaps a passing interest in fabrics or something Sue had no interest in any changes in the décor. Let David and Glenn take care of it.

She was too busy with the house, not to mention the twenty six year old brunette lady who lived in the apartment two floors above where they lived. A chance encounter in the parking lot tipped off Sue that there was noticeable dissatisfaction in the lady's life. After that, Sue made sure that there were enough "accidental" encounters with her that invitations to visit were surely to come. At that time she would ascertain as to whether the woman's dissatisfaction was sexual or not.

The invitations came. For all her previous concerns, in less than a month Sue had already struck up more than a passing conversation concerning the woman's sex life and she knew it was more of a waiting game than anything else.

Glenn loved the boat. In comparison, his little craft was not more than a dinghy. He was a little overwhelmed when David's broker called him at home and asked him to meet at the pier. There, in David's absence but with his blessings, the two experienced sailors went through the craft for several hours, with an ever more interested Glenn being shown all the features.

When they were through, the agent handed Glenn all of the service manuals and said, "Good luck. Feel free to call me."

Then, under his breath, he laughed and said, "Take good care of her. David's a super nice guy but as far as boats go he's an idiot!"

Glenn smiled and took it to heart. Days later when David asked him about the interior decorations Glenn looked about casually and said he wouldn't change a thing. Why waste the money?

David laughed.

"You don't know Sue. I've got to do at least something new or she won't be able to stand it. Maybe I'll get by with just new linens."

Glenn threw up his hands.

"You'd have to talk to Roslyn about that. I'm colorblind to that stuff."

Thanks, Glenn. It was an excuse for an invitation, one that David had not considered and Glenn would not question. It took him only forty-eight hours to act.

David quickly determined Wednesday afternoon would be the target. Glenn had casually informed him that he would be out of town for two days. The school system was closed for the day. Ros would not be at work.

When David showed up unannounced at her door at noon she wasn't surprised at the sudden intrusion. It was starting to be common. However, she couldn't help but react nervously about the fact that this time they were alone...no Glenn or Sue as a buffer.

It took her a full fifteen seconds to remember that she had just gotten out of the shower and her hair was soaking wet. Worse still, she had casually donned an old gray sweat suit and it was much less than complimentary on her. All of this David could see. That she was wearing nothing underneath was a secret.

David broke her tension.

"Love the "do", he smiled and pointed to the damp mop on her head. "Who's your hair dresser?"

She laughed and let him in. What was in the bag he was carrying?

"I need help," David admitted. He opened the bag widely and she peered in to see a number of different linen samples.

"I was supposed to have made a selection two days ago. Now I got to do it this afternoon. Glenn said that you might give me a hand."

Roslyn tried to come up with a plausible excuse but she knew they would all be waved away by David. She knew it would come across as exactly what it was...she was loath to be alone with him.

"Sure," she relented softly. "Let me spruce up a little."

"No, no. Don't do that!" David liked her as she was. For some reason it only added to the ambience of innocence that was so appealing to him.

"You're perfect. All we're going to do is have lunch and hit the boat for a few minutes. I really, really need to get this done by the end of day."

In fact, he had months to make any changes if ever at all.

Roslyn relented but threw him a warning.

"David, I swear if we see anybody I know while I'm out and about with wet hair and a strange man in the middle of the day I'm going to kill you!"

"We'll hide," David promised.

He lied. An hour later they were having a wonderful but expensive lunch at a little deli that the Faber's had never visited before. The two glasses of wine she drank mellowed her and for the first time in more than twenty years she had an extensive one on one conversation with David Elliot.

She was as impressed with the man as some of the stuff he confided in her. David Elliot was a nice guy. It was that simple. Now, in his later years, he apparently wished that he and Sue had children. It wasn't just that he it admitted it but also it was in the detailed questions he had concerning Libby and Heather. He was especially interested in Libby.

When asked, he told Ros of their plans to start a new company from the ground up. They had done it before, had loved the challenge, and had prospered greatly from it.

Roslyn became bold.

"David, we see all this stuff...the house, the boat. If you don't mind me asking, just exactly what are you worth?"

David didn't just mind...he was going to volunteer that information at some time but he was hoping she would ask. He wanted every little thing he could to impress her... no, to overwhelm her. He wanted her totally off balance not just today but for some time to come.

He answered. She wasn't ready for his answer, having to let it settle a little bit in her mind.

"Twenty two million dollars. Twenty two million dollars?" For a struggling working mother the sum was too overwhelming to be absorbed so it just sort of bounced around her mind. How some of it ended up between her legs was beyond her.

A very detectable little twitch landed right in her pussy. If his goal was to overwhelm her he just did!

"My God," she said softly.

David smiled a little. It had obviously worked.

"Don't forget we just sold a business we had our whole life invested in," he pointed out.

When he paid the check and Ros realized they had just wolfed down a fifty-dollar lunch it didn't seem quite so expensive as it would have fifteen minutes before.

The rest of the ride to the boat was a little bit quiet. Roslyn was still trying to absorb that sum. David knew it and smiled inwardly. If she were distracted with that thought she would be less attentive to others.

When they stepped aboard the yacht Roslyn realized that no matter how expensive this toy was, to the Elliot's it was little expense at all.

That David was laying out all of the colors and styles seemed surreal. This little housewife was being asked to tastefully decorate a million dollar craft. She hoped it didn't show but she was a little overwhelmed. Her taste was not accustomed to such luxury.

David watched. He waited. He was already sure of one thing. Unless his senses betrayed him not only was she off balance at the time but also there was nothing under that sweat suit except an inviting, hopefully receptive body.

David knew she was ripe and he was certainly ready. As he carefully sipped from his bottle of water Roslyn never saw him when he downed the little pill. It was something she would never have thought of, was not a part of her life.

It was for David. Viagra was just one of the many little enhancements that had come along in the last twenty years. David had used it often, especially when involved in one of Sue's little threesomes. There was no way he could have stayed involved for hours in their sexual games without it.

And this afternoon David had no intention of it being a "Wham bam, thank you maam," affair. He fully meant for it to be a statement...that David Elliot was somebody that Roslyn Faber could not possibly live without.

Six hours later he had his wish. After he dropped her off a block from her house Roslyn wearily stumbled inside to come face to face with a concerned Libby.

"Are you alright, Mom? You look beat!" Libby thought her Mom looked limp as a noodle.

"Ran one kilometer too much," Roslyn lied before going straight to the shower. Both she and the sweat suit needed a thorough cleaning. As she let the hot water cascade over her saturated body she tried to fully absorb what had just happened.

She remembered that she was holding a piece of fabric high and away from her body when David approached her from behind. She felt two things simultaneously...his hands gliding smoothly around her waist and under the sweat top and the unmistakable presence of his hard cock pressing against her ass.

He had nuzzled her neck with his mouth.

"David," she protested softly. She had been afraid it would go in this direction.

But it was too little, way too late. Roslyn had started to respond to his presence long before they walked on that boat. Now, her body reacted to his touch, the sudden chills causing her nipples to immediately become hard as she instinctively fell back against him. Worse still, though, her mind exploded in an erotic rebirth so to speak. Even as she tried to will herself that she was not to let this happen again deep down she knew it was already a lost cause. It had been lost twenty-five years before.

Oh, she could try to give herself some solace in that for the next thirty minutes after that first encounter she had brushed him away, had made at least some attempt to thwart his intentions. But when it got right down to it she knew without a shadow of a doubt that her impotent excuses of rejection was no more than a futile attempt to maintain modesty.

She relented.

David fucked her.

As the hours passed had there had eventually been a great deal of late foreplay, of romance, but not at first.

When he was ready for her and had allowed her reluctance to gracefully run it's coarse he just took her. Her sweat top came up, her bottoms went down and he mounted her. There were kisses and caresses but the foreplay was already decades in the making.

And there was no grace period...no time for Roslyn to adjust to her new source of pleasure. Once he had her on her back and was suspended over her with his cock nudging her waiting vagina he looked at her expectant face and then just sort of dropped.

"A-u-u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h-," poured out and her head came up as she grasped his head in both hands and his legs with hers. Memories of the past, all the erotic thoughts she had secretly harbored over the years, none of it was like real life. This was real life...a hard, vibrant cock slamming without mercy into her willing but unprepared pussy.

Roslyn Faber loved it!

Standing in that shower and thinking back over those few hours, she knew nothing else would have done as well, nothing would have been as satisfying and sexually dramatic as what actually happened. After all these years that huge cock had just crashed into the waiting walls of her wet pussy. Her hunger for it was so intense that all discomfort had been waved aside as insignificant.

Within minutes they had both exploded in a frenzied ecstasy!

Then, a few gentle moments of tenderness? Soft kisses enhancing what was now a gentle, wonderful intrusion?

Hell no! David had continued to drive on her like a jackhammer, giving no care as to how she would react to his cock stretching the walls of her pussy without pity, without consideration.

Roslyn probably would not have written the script that way but went wild with David's rewrite!! She bucked her body forward and back, thrusting hard on his rampaging staff as if it had to be consumed rather than just accepted.

Fifteen minutes. It took only about fifteen minutes before she came again, easily dragging David's explosive orgasm with her. She screamed obscenities; he roared. They both stopped, exhausted.

For about ten minutes. It was more to catch their breath and slow their beating hearts rather than anything sexual. Then David flipped her over on her stomach, pulled her back up on her knees, and started it all over again.

Two hours later, her body totally expended from a fourth orgasm, Roslyn gasped for breath and pondered the man as her eyes were still rolled back into her head. How did he do it...how could he stay with her so long, thrusting that never ending cock into her time after time even though she knew she was totally draining him, exhausting him as indeed she was?

Welcome to the world of Viagra, Roslyn. You have entered the twenty first century.

Roslyn turned off the hot water. Oh sure, after they had practically raped each other there was finally an hour of quiet solitude, a quietness with small talk and touching that was totally void of any penetration.

Bringing herself back to reality Ros stepped out of the shower to face an inquisitive Libby. It was hard to carry on a conversation with her. Deflecting Libby's questions, Roslyn's thoughts were already on what was next. Would it ever happen again? Should she ever allow it again? Could she walk away, especially with him now being so close?

Four days later on a quiet Sunday afternoon she got her answer. Glenn had invited Libby and Rob to join him on David's yacht. Even though David had already told Glenn that he couldn't be there with them that afternoon Roslyn still didn't want to go. She knew she would not be able to step back aboard that craft so soon without an obvious reaction so she'd rather they go without her.

An hour after Glenn and Libby had gone it was a surprised Ros that answered a knock on the door to open it and stare at David. She glanced around. No Sue.

"Glenn's not here," she weakly informed David. After saying it she felt stupid. He already knew that.

There were a few minutes of small talk, whimsical nonsense of which neither was interested. Both knew what was going on.

If you could choose a specific time, a very instance, that Roslyn Faber once and for all conceded totally to David it was right then...that Sunday afternoon. After that, there was no retreat for Roslyn. No reversal of fortunes.

She was wearing a light shift, a short dress of no particular interest that one would wear around the house for comfort if nothing else.

David dropped down to her knees and without a word slowly ascended Roslyn's legs with a hot mouth. In a wordless gesture she closed her eyes and gently clasped the back of his head in her hands. For the next two hours hundreds of kisses followed the first. That day, unlike the time before, it was time for extensive, luxurious foreplay; teasing and touching meant to make their senses soar and reach as never before.

After extracting orgasm after orgasm from her with his light teases it was almost anticlimactic when he finally entered her gently with his lumbering staff for the sole purpose of emptying his come into her.

It would be the second time he came that afternoon. The first time was an hour before when she lovingly took him in her mouth, barely being able to cover the head of his cock with her stretched lips yet with enough touch, enough talent to coax him to drench her palate with his salty come before she swallowed hard to dispose of the fruit of her labor.

When it happened it had seemed a monumental time, the first time she went down on him. Very pleased with herself for taking him into her mouth without gagging she had no idea that, within months, it would be just about as close to his cock as she would get.

AN EROTIC RANSOM

Over the next few months there could be some discussion over who was fascinated the most...Glenn with that new floating toy for which he was given total authority or David with the Faber women.

Glenn remained delighted with his new venture. He had quickly called upon old and experienced friends to assist him with David's yacht. It was great fun and David had no qualms whatsoever about the "free" crew. For all of his inexperience and money he still fit right in and the guys loved his generosity and quick wit. Besides, all of David's old friends and business acquaintances were in his past. Most of his friends were now "borrowed" from Glenn.

Glenn was blind to all other things in his life. At first he had been excited about the possibility of Roslyn and David doing a middle aged rematch of days gone by but after watching them show no interest in each other he ruefully submitted that it was over...that it was something in the past. After all, no matter how great Roslyn looked to be forty-eight she wasn't near the Goddess appearance of Sue. He assumed David no longer had interest in the female Faber.

But not all was lost for Glenn. David's new boat provided even greater access to his two girls, their men and their scantily dressed female friends. He had always been amazed at what women would wear on a boat that they would otherwise deem totally obscene. But now it appeared that the more expensive the boat the more daring they became. He was extremely grateful to David for his "open house" invitation on the craft. Glenn never felt uncomfortable inviting last minute friends to any function. Especially the ones wearing thongs and more and more that included his two daughters.

David didn't mind. Sometimes the scenery was spectacular. Glenn had concluded that David no longer had interest in the "female Faber." He was right. But David had great interest in the female "Faber's." All of them...especially Libby. Her frequent appearances on his yacht gave him more and more exposure to her and the more he saw the more he fantasized. At times she was with Rob and his time with her was limited. At other times he was able to slyly engage her one on one for long conversations of which over a matter of time became very personal.

Meanwhile, taking every viable opportunity while watching their backs very carefully, David and Roslyn became almost a weekly thing. Of course Roslyn had no idea that Sue was aware of their affair and assisted David time after time in "opening the door" for it to happen. You can bet it only took a hint from Sue to an anxious Glenn that she would enjoy a day on the craft to send him and all of his friends into a joyous frenzy. Like twenty-five years before, they gave her movie star treatment!

That her appearances were nothing more than a ruse to distract Glenn from his wife's activities was never discovered.

David paid great attention to Ros, delicate details including secluded impromptu seductive meals and lavish sexy gifts she was not allowed to refuse. Most of all, though, he provided that never tiring, seemingly never flaccid rampaging cock to which Roslyn Faber became immediately addicted.

For the first five years of her marriage she had thought of that cock almost daily before getting a full taste of him in the cottage that one night in 1987. For the next eighteen years after that it had been nothing more than an erotic daydream...a memory that allowed her to bring herself off with only a few touches of her fingers.

But now it was different. Now, almost once a week, it was a wonderful albeit forbidden reality. Even then, every time they were finished she promised herself it was over. Never again would she allow it. That promise was as good as her next shower. That's about how long it took her to start thinking about him again.

A woman that satisfied, that dedicated to a cock, would never notice the little changes at first. Never pick up on it when, after a few months, more and more often David would forego a secluded rendezvous with her to instead meet in public around their crowd with no sex. And even though he spoke of Heather often, she didn't realize for a while how often and how detailed his thoughts were of Libby.

It wasn't that David didn't appreciate Heather. In fact he found her lush body to be, purely from a sexual standpoint, much more sexy than Libby. And like Glenn, his generous invitations to Heather and Bill to spend the night at first their apartment and then their house always provided sexual sideshows.

David and Sue never missed a chance to watch them secretly and their unabated sexual noise was a turn on to both. He knew that Sue wistfully wished she could be a part of that but she wisely declared them off limits. Heather and her man were happy, sexually satisfied people and Sue drew the line between intervening and interfering.

But Libby was different. What little David couldn't surmise about her virginity and innocence Roslyn volunteered to him during the moments of quiet the two shared. It was Libby's innocence that attracted David. It was the admission by Roslyn that she wished Libby would open up, to be taken by somebody other than just her perspective husband, which got his attention.

If Roslyn wanted Libby to share her charms with somebody other than Robert Lee, David felt he was certainly the man. It was a matter of when and how. After all, she was soon going to be a blushing bride and certainly all then would be lost. Libby would be a project, he knew. A "maybe" at best and erotic tantalizing thoughts at the least.

Concerning Libby, at first he viewed Roslyn as just somebody to fuel those erotic flames by sharing her deep concerns about Libby's lack of sexual experiences. Within a couple of months, though, as his and Roslyn's arrangement started to lose some of it's luster, he started looking at "Mom" as a possible comrade in his new endeavor. Maybe, just maybe, in the near future Roslyn would be the key to Libby. Not much chance there but just...maybe.

David wasn't a fool. This arena was not new to him. He may look much younger than he was but his birth certificate would show him to be fifty-one. Libby Faber had just passed twenty-two. He was more than twice her age even though he was fortunate enough to be able to mask at least some of those years. However, that still left him older. There needed to be an equalizer and he knew exactly what it was. He had played that trump card for years.

Money!

People who think that wealth has nothing to do with sexual attraction are certainly not wealthy. When it comes to sex money talks and it talks real loud. Young, vibrant beautiful women are very quick to ignore shortcomings in wealthy men. This includes age, appearance, manners and a hoard of other disconcerting attributes.

In the case of David and Libby, it was all age. Libby quickly thought he hung the moon. "Uncle" David not only teased her and spoiled her like an only child but he left a definite, indelible impression. In short, Libby not only regarded him just as a friend but a very attractive one indeed. She smiled at the difference between David and her own Dad, how such great friends who were the same age could be so different. Oh, she'd take Glenn as her Dad anytime over any man in the world but David was so different.

So gentle, so kind, so suave...so rich! She might not have faced it head on and admitted it to herself but it was impossible not to acknowledge how attractive that wealth was. To an innocent twenty-two year old, that kind of wealth was downright sexy!

Between the boat and the new house there were ample times for David to have Libby either totally alone or when only Sue was in the vicinity. Maybe it was the luxury more than anything else but when David touched her in a way that was a little more than casual Libby couldn't ignore the little sexual tingle she felt. When his fingers rubbed her neck and shoulders in a way that was more than just a friendly massage. When his fingertips brushed lightly against the side of her breasts and went much lower on her back than a twenty-two year old might expect from a mature family friend.

David timed everything carefully. This was a fragile, unlikely situation with little likelihood of success. What were disconcerting little electric caresses to Libby were tantalizing challenges to the older man.

Libby's wedding day was approaching fast. They were now counting in weeks rather than months. And approaching as fast as the vows were Libby's thoughts of the nuptial bed that went with it.

It confused Libby but she had to ruefully admit that, whether she wanted to or not, she was responding to a man's stimulating touch that was other than her perspective groom. Without Libby knowing it, she was tiptoeing into the realm of her sexuality that was her Mother's worse nightmare.

But Roslyn became well aware of it.

Over a period of time David very slowly, very carefully began to withhold the hard charging sex for which Ros had quickly become totally addicted. Where there had once been a devastating cock almost on a weekly basis there was now often only tantalizing foreplay without sex that was even more devastating to Ros than having no access to him at all.

Each time she would rendezvous with him she anticipated a hard cock that would make her soar into oblivion. But more and more often she instead walked away with a silent whimper after he had coaxed her into a sexual frenzy only to leave her hanging in frustration. He primed her carefully, taking Sue's advice concerning signs of Roslyn's submission that would be without boundaries.

Even though it came as no surprise to Sue it amazed David how quickly it happened. After withholding his cock from her most of the time for just a month or so Ros started taking little chances that were extremely out of character for her. Little things at first like the subtle touching of hands when they were around people. Then the occasional brushing of his hard cock through his pants when she thought nobody was looking...an open invitation that he reluctantly never accepted.

Eventually, she was about to the point of pleading. She felt like a sexual slave that was never required to perform. When it hit that point Sue mentally nodded. Roslyn Faber was ready.

The next time they were together David filled her to capacity, slowly sliding in and out of her and listening to her continuous moans and appreciative babbling. Waiting until he knew her first orgasm was imminent he slowed down, teasing her with slow short strokes that kept her at the very pinnacle of pleasure yet not quite allowing her to release.

It was during this sexual high that, for the first time, he clearly brought Libby into their sexual life.

"Have you been watching Libby around me lately?" he softly whispered in here ear.

"Huh?" came the surprised and muted response. Why was he talking about Libby at the moment she was about to explode in orgasm?

"Just wondering. You know, I've been teasing her a little and she doesn't exactly push me away."

Before he allowed her to respond David suddenly gave her ten or fifteen hard, fast strokes that drove deep inside her begging walls.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!..." Ros grunted with every shove. He had driven her to the edge of eruption again and she could feel her stomach muscles begin to convulse.

When she grasped him tightly it was the signal for David to back off with the strokes. Immediately he pulled almost all the way out and slowly moved his head around the very lips of her vulva. The sudden departure from deep inside her was obviously frustrating.

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o," Ros moaned with disappointment. She had been so close, had already felt the very first signs of what she knew would be heaven.

"She lets me play with her nipples sometimes," he whispered with a husky voice. It was a lie but Ros wouldn't know. And he knew she sure as hell wasn't going to ask Libby.

There was a definite little body jerk from Ros after he planted the little thought. David decided why not press a little?

"They get real hard, real long when I roll them in my fingers."

"No-o-o, you're just teasing me," Ros slowly replied. She was trying her best to grasp the possibility, to imagine her innocent Libby responding to him like that. David pushed deep inside her again and used his cock to control her thoughts, her reactions to his suggestive statements.

"M-m-m-m-m-m," she mewed. She quickly forgot about Libby in lieu of his deep strokes.

David wasn't going to let her forget. He pulled all the way out and used his head to rub her sensitive clit before crashing back in again, driving all the way to the hilt.

"I think she'll let me take her." David stated it bluntly.

What was he saying? From where were these crass words, this suggestive vulgarity coming all of a sudden?

"What do you think, Roslyn? You said she needed some strange cock." He made sure her reply would be tempered with the long, hard strokes he suddenly gave that made her wail.

"Hum?" He wanted to keep her focused as well as he could. He got his wish.

"O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h, I don't kno-o-o-ow," she drug out her answer just as her impending eruption was being drug out within her. Daughter or not, at that very moment Libby was not the most important thing to her. His cock was. If his teasing her about Libby was the key to her release she resigned herself to it.

She didn't know that her resignation would be very long lasting, something she would have to deal with later.

David did and it was enough for him. Over the next five minutes he teased Ros relentlessly, alternating his strokes in exact concert with detailed lascivious suggestions concerning Libby. His lies concerning how far he had already advanced with Libby were punctuated with powerful strokes at exactly the prescribed moment to get the hopeful response from her. His goal...an initial submission from Roslyn. One that hopefully would lead her to move off the inevitable "No" to a more manageable "Maybe."

Sue had taught him in no uncertain terms that when dealing with a sexually saturated woman "maybe" is nothing more than the leading edge of "yes."

He had no intention of leaving Roslyn that day without hearing words of encouragement.

His pounding began, this time to never waiver. It was time to take her over the top.

"Do you think Libby would love this," he suggested to a writhing Roslyn who by then was out of control with her approaching release.

"Y-e-e-e-s-s-s-s, yes-yes-yes," Roslyn knew she was responding verbally but couldn't control the content. Visions of her daughter in the throes of orgasm with David flashed through her mind but all she was really concerned with at the time was her body that was starting to quiver with orgasm, one that had been denied to her for so long.

"Do you think Libby will come like this?"

Roslyn was confused, her brain trying to absorb the ravaging sensations and yet deny his lewd suggestions at the same time. Her exploding body won out over her misgivings.

"Ye-e-s-s, ye-e-e-s-s, o-o-o-h m-y-y-y-y God, yes! She'd love it!"

There. It was out. Later, she would remember she said it but David heard it right then.

For the next two hours she was rewarded for her verbal gift...her initial submission to the idea of Libby not just getting some strange cock but getting David's cock.

Hours later she cried. How could she have done that?

Three days later, after David's head had been between her legs for twenty minutes, she whimpered again her approval of his lewd and extremely descriptive intentions with her daughter.

After that, it never changed. How much cock Roslyn got was directly related to her vocal submissions concerning Libby.

In reality, they both knew it wasn't going to happen. In Roslyn's tortured mind it was no more than an erotic game he was playing with her and, bluntly speaking, the nasty, uncalled lewd suggestions from him concerning Libby were starting to be a bit of a turn on for her. She correctly assumed that all the descriptions of the little sexual things he and Libby had done together were fantasies, made up to either inspire or tease her. It was starting to work.

It stayed that way until the first Saturday of October. The wedding was only two weeks away. Roslyn was being tortured with another mentally hostage coupling with David, punctuated with her visions of David's body slowly posturing over a quivering Libby. When he left her hanging again without orgasm Roslyn finally got the nerve, had taken all she could of the punishment of David withholding his cock unless she flamed permissive thoughts of Libby, and she approached him about it.

It was then that an astonished Roslyn Faber realized for the first time that David Elliot was not just playing an erotic game with her concerning Libby. He not only fully expected to have Libby, married or not, but he also expected Roslyn to be at least an approving party if not part of the solution.

"You expect me to help set you up with Libby? My virgin daughter getting married in two weeks?"

Her mouth was open with disbelief. The very idea! How cheeky, not to mention how disrespectful of her family. Did he think his money and his cock could buy him such entitlements? How dare he! She failed to ruefully admit that it was David's cock, not his money, speaking volumes.

And, uh, actually, Roslyn. Maybe you should have paid more attention to what was going on around you. Your husband was!

Glenn wasn't going to make a big deal of it but he had, over the past six or seven months, detected a very obvious relationship forming between David and Libby. He was totally unaware of David's stated intentions, of course, but even to a casual observer it was obvious that Libby had fallen under the spell of the Elliot money and charm. It wasn't lost on him that, in Rob's absence, Libby wore unusually provocative clothing in David's presence that was not in her nature.

Glenn's way of ignoring it was that Libby seemed to be as smitten with Sue as she was with David. In short, Glenn decided that Libby just really, really liked the Elliot's and that was that. He shrugged. They were old friends and if a girl was to have a little crush on an older man why not a multi millionaire? What the heck!! Not only was she not a kid but also she was going to be married in weeks.

Glenn smiled. What a racket! Libby would be getting all that cock from Rob and be the target of both men's affection...and rewards. After all, Rob's family was anything but broke. She had it made!

Glenn had no idea that a good deal of the provocative apparel Libby wore was selected and purchased by Sue and presented as a gift.

"My God, Libby. Show that body a little! You're only young once!" Sue encouraged. Libby wasn't as confident as Sue about her new risqué style of dress but didn't turn it down, either. Even as she brushed aside the erotically charged comments that both Rob and David made concerning her new wardrobe deep inside she couldn't help but tingle with the new attention.

Roslyn wasn't tingling inside with her new predicament! She was torn apart, totally disgusted with David's blatant suggestion while at the same time sexually devastated from his absence. She tried her best to use Glenn as a surrogate but, just as in years past, the love was warm and tender but not very fulfilling or exciting. Before, she always had to grin and bare it...there was nothing she could do about any of it. But now she knew all she had to do was approve of David's ridiculous erotic notions concerning Libby...to ignore that she was being asked to help rather than just not interfering.

Although she found the whole thing deplorable, there were definite times of weakness when she at least pondered the possibilities before chastising herself for such despicable notions. Maybe if he were just asking her to turn her head rather than being active!

Thank goodness for the wedding!! At least she had something to soak up her attention. And did it ever do that!

As down to earth as the Faber's were, as strapped for cash, the event was lavish to say the very least. Every time she turned around it seemed that Rob's mother or Sue had added a little something special, always expensive, always at their own expense, and never coordinated.

"A gift for our sweet Libby," they always confided in her after it was already done. They wanted to help and were so sweet about it that Roslyn could never seem to say, "no."

Sue and David were particularly lavish with their gifts.

"We'll never see a wedding in our family," they said with a rueful smile.

Of coarse, Libby reveled in it all. That the Elliot's surprised her with little things was both acceptable and greatly appreciated. In a carefully determined pace the personal gifts from the Elliot's became more and more sexual, graduating until she was red faced in her acceptance of lingerie that easily crossed into the category of "raunchy."

Her face was red with more than just appreciation, really. More and more these little "gift giving" ceremonies were in the sole presence of David and it was accompanied with some casual touches, subtle caresses that Libby didn't miss. Most of the time she shrugged it off. After all, he was as old as her father.

But there were a few things she couldn't ignore. More and more often instead of just slightly brushing her breasts his fingers instead lingered, and the times he slowly slid his hand up her shorts to briefly caress the lower cheeks of her ass...she couldn't ignore. No, it wasn't just a matter of not being able to ignore. There was also the matter of the little tingle of excitement David's forbidden touches seemed to evoke from her tantalized and now highly anticipating body.

But she certainly stopped short of "trying on the outfit for him" as he often playfully suggested. Yet, through all of it, it had all become sort of fun for Libby, especially just before her marriage. It was if both Rob and David were priming her for her special night. It took her over twenty-two years to second guess herself but the two weeks just before the wedding for the very first time she seriously started to wonder...what if?

The question would not be answered. The wonderful occasion came and went in what eventually became a whirlwind week. Ros didn't know who was most anxious for it to be over...she or the new couple.

They appeared to be very happy, all tied up with the special occasion as newlyweds should be. Roslyn was so happy for Libby. When their honeymoon was over it was obvious that finally her waiting, her patience, had paid off. Libby was a satisfied, happy bride.

Roslyn was not. As much as she decided to avoid David it was just impossible. Their lives were too closely entangled. And deep down it was becoming more and more apparent that she couldn't mentally shake him. It was a hard pill to swallow but she acknowledged that it wasn't so much him as it was she. It was obvious to both Roslyn and the Elliot's that she wanted him much more than he wanted her.

David took advantage of the obvious mismatch. Every chance meeting he teased and tantalized, firing up her libido like a coal furnace only to shut the damper and allow her only the ambers and smoke rather than the fire she so badly wanted.

She wanted him. She wanted him badly. Thank God Christmas would give her something to think about besides the cock she wasn't getting. But even then every time they were together for even a moment he would tease her relentlessly with his fingers and mouth only to leave her hanging before leaving her a subtle but erotic notion about Libby. Yes, she soon realized that Libby's new marriage did not quell David's lust. Not in the least! She found it disgusting.

But for Roslyn the straw that broke the camel's back was the secret gift David gave her for Christmas. Carefully wrapped in an expensive gift box was a beautifully engraved card with nothing but a telephone number on it. When Ros saw it she looked at him as if to say, "What the hell is this?"

"That's a private number. Nobody else has it. Only you and I. It's our Libby Lee hot line."

She was appalled. How disgusting, how despicable! That son of a bitch!!

But that wasn't all she got from David for Yule that afternoon. With her still grasping that number in her left hand, he literally tipped her over on her back on her kitchen table and for the next half hour gave her a Christmas fucking that she would certainly remember...one that she had been without for months.

It was a message. Roslyn understood that. A promise from David Elliot to Roslyn Faber.

Play along with me and I'll let you play with me.

She put the number in her purse. She knew she would never use it but she needed a reminder of how wrong things could go.

At least things were wonderful with her children. Heather and Bill, Libby and Rob.

And that was Roslyn's state of life when her new bride daughter sat across from their kitchen table and stunned her in January 2007.

It was those events of months before, years before, which led an emotionally saturated wife, Mother and lover to relent and pick up a phone to whisper that one ominous word.

"Now."

CHAPTER SIX IS READY FOR PUBLISH.

THE LIBERATION OF LIBBY!!!

The Unattainable Shelly

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AFTER ALL, WE'RE FAMILY!

AFTER ALL, WE'RE FAMILY!
By: DarthGator (darthgatorone@yahoo.com)

This is a work of fiction. If you are under eighteen or do not wish to read sexually explicit material, exit now. All rights reserved.

I argued vigorously against it with my Uncle Mike. It was just wrong, and I didn't want any part of it. However, my big, burley uncle with the killer good looks and matching personality finally wore me down. The clincher was when he put his arm around my shoulders, gave me a hearty squeeze and said, "After all, we're family." Against my better judgment, I agreed to make the call.

At that time I was fresh out of law school, had passed the bar exam, and was recently admitted to practice. I was fortunate to snag an associate's position with the largest and most prestigious firm in the state and was assigned to the insurance liability section of the firm's trial division in the main office in Miami.. The firm represented a number of large insurance companies, and the trial lawyers defended the companies' insureds when they were sued. On the plus side, it was exciting work, and I loved it. I was assigned to a team working under one of the best lawyers in America, and the experience that I was accumulating was invaluable. On the down side, it was highly stressful work, and I had to put in long hours at the firm. All of the young associates, including myself, were expected to sacrifice their personal lives upon the altar of "billable hours", and it wasn't at all uncommon for me to put in six twelve to fourteen hour days per week at the office. During a trial where I was involved, the work days often stretched to sixteen, eighteen and even twenty hours.

So here I was, a young, relatively good looking professional guy with a good wardrobe, a nice car and a great apartment, but I had almost no social life. Oh, I sometimes downed a few drinks with my fellow associate-slaves after work and had an occasional date or attended a party on the weekends, but, for the most part, my personal life was a virtual desert. The only oasis in that desert was my Uncle Mike's home on Sundays. I spent almost every Sunday afternoon there with Mike, his lovely wife Jennifer, and their three year old son, Jason. I would join them after they returned from church, and usually Jennifer would then cook and serve the most marvelous meals. Sometimes, however, we dined out at a restaurant. Afterward, Mike and I would watch a ball game, play with Jason, or we would all do something together. It was a welcome break from the daily stress of my life.

Mike was my Dad's youngest brother. He was the baby of the family and was about thirty-four when I took the job in Miami. His intelligence, good looks and personality had made him a rising star in the firmament of the power company where he was already a vice-president. People just gravitated to him, and I'm told that Mike had been quite the ladies' man prior to his marriage to Jennifer. Ah, Jennifer! She was the perfect compliment to Mike, for she was loveliness incarnate. She had been a model until she became pregnant with Jason, and after he was born she and Mike decided that she should stay home and be a full time mother. Yet even at thirty-two and after the trials of pregnancy and childbirth, Jennifer had not lost her model's figure. Her long blond hair flowed onto her shoulders like honey, and her creamy complexion was offset by her azure eyes and full pink lips. Her smile was like the sun bursting through an overcast, and when she laughed the gods sighed. Her figure was, in a word, "succulent". Although moderate in size, her breasts were full and insolent. As Jackson Browne wrote, "She had points of her own, sitting way up high". Her hips were trim, and only God could create something that could move the way that they did. Her shapely legs went from here to eternity, and her ass...... her ass! Helen of Troy's face may have launched a thousand ships, but Jennifer's tight, heart-shaped buns could have launched at least ten thousand more. Moreover, her beauty was matched by her intelligence and wit, and her very best feature was her kind, generous, and loving personality.

As you may have guessed by now, I fell hopelessly in love with Jennifer the moment I first saw her notwithstanding the fact that she was at least six years my senior and was my Uncle Mike's wife. However, my fall was nothing unusual. There wasn't a heterosexual man alive who, after having met Jennifer, didn't fall in love with her or at least lust after her in his heart. I did both, but as beautiful and sensual as she was, Jennifer never even hinted that she was anything other than a loving and faithful wife. And until that fateful Sunday, I was content to worship her from afar.

I slept late that Sunday, a luxury that I permitted myself one day of the week, but when I awakened I felt uneasy. I felt guilty, and I hadn't even done anything wrong yet. I tried to drown those feelings in coffee and distract myself with the Sunday paper, but it didn't work. I'm basically a very honest person, and I was very unhappy that I had agreed to do what Mike had asked of me. But there was no way out. Finally, around eleven, I showered, shaved, dressed and otherwise prepared to go over to Mike's place. Around noon, just before I left, I made the call. Mike picked up the phone.

"Hey Uncle Mike," I said cheerlessly.

"Hello Bob," he responded. "What's up?"

My name's not Bob, and I knew that I didn't need to reply. However, I said, "I'm about ready to leave to come over there."

Then Mike went into his litany of lies. He went on about generators and emergency procedures and asked about the extent of the power outages, etc. It was total bullshit, and I was helpless to do anything about it. As he went on, however, my anger rose in my gorge, and I finally interrupted him to say angrily, "You know, Uncle Mike, you really are a pluperfect prick! I can't believe that you're pulling this bullshit on Jennifer."

His only response was, "Okay, I'll be there in about an hour." Then he hung up.

As I drove to his house I was shaking with anger and fear of discovery by Jennifer. However, as I parked my car in the driveway of Mike and Jennifer's happy home, I pulled myself together and put on my best trial lawyer poker face before knocking on their door. Mike answered the door with a big smile on his face, and Jason came running and wrapped himself around my legs. Jennifer came up behind Mike and welcomed me with her usual hug, but she wasn't smiling. I held my breath, but Mike quickly interjected, "There's an emergency down at the Turkey Point nuclear plant, and I have to go down there. Hopefully, you don't mind entertaining Jennifer and Jason for the day. I hate like hell that I have to go, but it's my job."

He then turned to Jennifer, lifted her off the ground in a bear hug, kissed her on the lips and told her not to look so glum. When she questioned him about how long he would be, he shrugged and said that he didn't know, that it could be several hours or it could be all night. Then he was out the door and gone. When I turned to Jennifer, she smiled wanly and told me to come on in the house while she put the meal into the oven. I felt very uncomfortable under her piercing blue gaze and said, "Jen, I don't want you to have to entertain me all day. Why don't I just go on back to my apartment, and we can do this another day when Mike is home."

With that, she gave me a genuine smile and swatted me gently on the face with the dish towel that she was holding. "Don't be silly," she said. " I'm cooking your favorite, homemade lasagna, and I enjoy your company. Besides, Jason will be heartbroken if you leave now, and Mike will be angry if you leave me all alone. You heard him; you have to entertain me until he returns!" At that point, I relaxed and followed her down the hall. As I tagged along behind her, I couldn't help but notice that she had changed out of her dress that she wore to church and was wearing jean shorts and a halter top. While she padded along in her bare feet, my eyes were glued to the sensual movements of her sumptuous ass. Hey, a guy can look can't he?

I offered to help her in the kitchen, but she declined. Instead, she suggested that I play with Jason to keep him out of her hair while she prepared the meal. She said that she hoped that I wasn't too hungry, because the lasagna wouldn't be ready for a couple of hours. I told her that I was starved, but that I would wait until hell froze over for her lasagna and went to play with Jason. Shortly thereafter, she came into the living room and indicated that she wanted to feed Jason and then put him down for his afternoon "n-a-p". I joined her in the kitchen and sat down at the dinette table while she fed him. We talked and laughed, and I tried to keep up my end of the conversation in order to impress her with my intelligence and charm, but I fell silent several times. I couldn't help it. I was entranced with her beauty and sensuality even as she did something as uncomplicated as feeding her son. During one pregnant pause, she caught me looking at her breasts and the impression of her nipples in the material of her braless halter top, and something strange happened. She looked back at me, and her eyes softened. For a millisecond, electricity flickered in them. Then she blushed and lowered her eyes. I was embarrassed; she was embarrassed; but we both knew that something happened between us at that instant. I realized that she had just looked at me as a man for the first time..... not as her husband's nephew, but as a man, a man who desired her. Then the moment was gone, and she went to put Jason down for his nap. When she returned, I was still sitting at the table in the kitchen. She acted as if nothing had happened and offered me a glass of wine.

"Only if you join me, I replied.".

"Of course," she said and asked me if I preferred a Merlot or a Chardonnay. I responded that I would prefer the Chardonnay even though the red wine was more properly served with the lasagna. "Me too," she laughed. "I guess that neither one of us is very proper."

She retrieved a bottle from the refrigerator and handed it and a corkscrew to me. For the next hour and a half we talked, and the chilled white wine flowed along with the conversation. I was in heaven. I was more hungry for her company than for the lasagna, and believe me, I was damn hungry for the lasagna. The wonderful smell of the baking pasta dish filled the room. Until that day, I never considered the smell of lasagna to be sexual, but, mixed with the sights and sounds of Jennifer, its odor was absolutely erotic. Finally, as the lasagna came out of the oven and was cooling on the counter, Jennifer asked me to set the table while she prepared a salad and some Italian bread. I suggested that we eat at the kitchen table rather than in the dining room where we always ate when Mike was present, and she agreed. . When I stood up to get the silverware, etc. I realized that I had a nice little buzz on from the wine, and I mentioned it to Jennifer. She simply said, "Me too." However, our respective highs didn't stop us from opening a second bottle of the Chardonnay and having more wine with the delicious meal.

When we finished eating we talked and laughed and drank some more. Then, for the first time Jennifer fell silent. A look of intense sadness appeared on her face, and a tear rolled down her cheek. The hand holding her wine glass began to tremble, and she set the wineglass down on the table. Alarmed, I said, "Jen, what's wrong? When I spoke the dam burst, and Jennifer began to sob uncontrollably. I immediately arose and quickly rushed to her side. I pulled her out of her chair and into my arms in a comforting hug. She reached out for me, and her sobbing increased as she buried her head into my chest. I felt helpless and just held her as she cried. Ultimately, the tears subsided, and with considerable trepidation I again ventured the question, "What's wrong?"

Jennifer pulled her head from my chest and said, "I think that Mike's cheating on me." I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. My guilt washed over me like a tsunami as I groped for something to say. I released her, and we both resumed our seats.

"What makes you think that, Jen? Mike would be a fool to cheat on you."

Jennifer raised her eyes and looked steadily at me as she recited the litany of clues that typically raise the suspicions of spouses everywhere. She recounted that during the past year, Mike had become increasingly disinterested in her sexually. While they formerly made love at least five or six times per week, it suddenly dropped to once or twice a week and sometimes not at all. As I squirmed , she told me that Mike hadn't made love to her for almost a month. She also recounted that he always seemed to be working late and made excuses about meetings that he never used to have. When she tried to talk to Mike about their decreasing sex life, he just brushed her off with remarks about the stress of the job, patted her on the head, assured her that everything would be all right, and acted as if nothing were wrong.

I told Jennifer that I had a lot of personal experience with work interfering with one's personal life without actually vouching for Mike's fidelity, and I asked her if anything had happened recently to arouse her suspicions. She looked sadly at me and said that during the past month she had answered the telephone numerous times and found no one there. I offered that such calls could just be coincidental.

She then fixed me with those blue eyes and said, "We have ?Caller-ID' on our phone, and all the calls have come from two phones. One is at Mike's office. It's his secretary's direct line, and the other is her home phone. I know because I went to a pay phone and tried both numbers. Alice answered the line at the office, and her answering machine at home picked up the other call."

"Oh, shit," I thought as I recoiled at this last little bit of information. I wondered if Jennifer checked the call from "the office" that Mike received earlier that day. Hopefully, Mike had erased it.

Just as I was recovering from that shock she hit me again, "And I'll bet that Mike isn't at work now. I'll bet he's fucking Alice." She began to sob again as I cringed with shame at the thought of my participation in Mike's fraud.

Although I was afraid to hear her answer, I asked,"What are you going to do about all of this?"

"I don't know," she sobbed. "I really love Mike, and I'm afraid to confront him with my suspicions." She sighed and said, "Hopefully, if I wait awhile, this whole nightmare will just go away. If not, I'll have to confront him with my suspicions."

I was at a loss for words, so I just said, "Maybe it's best to wait. Maybe everything will just work itself out."

She began crying harder. I arose and drew her into my arms again. As I held her and rocked back and forth, her warmth and the scent of her perfume began to work upon my libido. Suddenly my horny cock began to rear its lustful head, and just as suddenly it was pressing firmly against her belly. As I started to pull back in embarrassment, Jennifer lifted her head and looked questioningly at me. At that moment, my brain left the launch pad. For what happened next, I can only plead temporary insanity.

I leaned down and kissed Jennifer. At first, it was just a tender, sympathetic, and loving kiss, but it flared almost instantaneously into passion. My lips devoured hers, and my tongue was rapier quick, probing into her moist wetness. And then, wonder of wonders, she kissed me back. Her hands came up behind my head, and her lips and tongue reciprocated delightfully. I almost fainted. "Oh, Jennifer," I moaned.

Almost as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Jennifer put both of her dainty hands on my chest and pushed me back forcefully. "No! No! No! Stop! No more. Behave yourself." She was trembling with what I took to be fear and anger.

I turned every shade of red in the spectrum and quickly apologized to Jennifer as I cursed myself silently. "This never happened." she said, composing herself. "Let's just forget about it and get this kitchen cleaned up."

Grateful that she hadn't thrown me out of the house, I nodded in agreement and turned to clear the table, but by now I was burning with lust. Jennifer went to the sink and began rinsing the plates and cookware and loading them into the dishwasher. Neither of us spoke, but there was a palpable tension in the air, a sexual electricity that had infused both of us. I had tasted her, and I wanted more. My growing lust gave me courage. I rashly walked up behind her and pressed my body against hers, pinning her against the counter. As I reached out with my hands and began stroking her arms, Jennifer stiffened. Again she cried out, "No!" She struggled and strained to get away, but I had her trapped. I was much stronger than she, and she couldn't move unless I permitted it. "Leave me alone," she cried. My cock came alive again, and I pressed its hardness between the cheeks of her lovely ass as I leaned into her and began worshiping her neck with my lips and tongue.

"Stop it," she moaned. "We can't do this. I'm married, and I love my husband. Don't do this to me!"

She might as well have asked the Sun to stand still in the sky at high noon. I was a runaway train, and I ignored her pleas while I continued to devour her neck. As she tried to lean away from me, my probing tongue reached her ear and began to explore its interior spaces. Jennifer whimpered and moaned, this time almost in a whisper, "We can't. We can't."

As I nibbled and sucked upon her earlobe I whispered back, "Yes we can. I want you, Jen, and I'm going to take you."

I reached around Jennifer's shoulder with my left arm and hand and held her upper torso tightly against me as my right hand cupped her right breast. As I kneaded the softness beneath my hand, the nipple hardened, and I tweaked and tortured it through her halter top. She whimpered quietly as I worked the now stony nipple and the fullness of her breast. I could feel her resistance to my touch fading with each passing moment, and gradually her movements changed from a struggle to get away from my touch to a slow pressure of exploration as she pressed her body back against mine. When I released her shoulders, and my left hand imitated my right by caressing her left breast, all resistance evaporated. With another whimper, Jennifer surrendered her body to the pleasure that I was inflicting upon it. To this day I'm not sure exactly what caused that surrender. It might have been the fact that Mike had neglected her sexually for almost a month after they had previously enjoyed sex almost daily. It might have been the fact that she knew that he had been cheating on her, and she wanted some measure of revenge. It may have been the catharsis of bearing her soul to me, or it may have just been the wine and the heat of the moment. It probably was a combination of all of these things. In any event, at that moment, I didn't care why she surrendered. I was just grateful that she had and that she was mine for the taking.

I tugged upon her halter, and she silently lifted her arms above her head while I stripped it from her and dropped it on the floor beside us. My hands were trembling as they seized her naked breasts for the very first time. Her whimpers became more plaintive as my hands molded themselves around her naked flesh and my fingers pulled insistently on her nipples. She arched her back and offered her twin orbs to my adoring hands, and her luscious ass began grinding against the hardness pressing between the opulent cheeks contained in her jeans.

I whispered into the ear that my tongue had been exploring, "Do you like my hands on your breasts? Do you like the way that they feel? She nodded silently. I pressed the issue, "What's that? I can't hear you."

"Yes," she hissed.

I knew then that it was time to up the ante, and my right hand trailed down her belly. As I teased her naval with my index finger and then rubbed the area immediately below, her firm, smooth belly began to flutter under my touch. Her breath caught in her chest when I unbuttoned her shorts, lowered the zipper, and reached under the elastic of her panties. I was more than pleased when my exploring hand discovered that only a small strip of hair remained on her otherwise naked mound, and as I cupped it in my hand, her breathing became ragged. I lightly caressed her mound, and when my hand moved lower, she held her breath as I traced a digit along the lips of her pussy. I gently pressed a finger into what I found was her dripping wetness, and she squealed aloud and began to shift her weight back and forth from foot to foot. When I began to play with her clit and then inserted another finger into her, it elicited a one word response from her lips..... "Yes!" Then, as I removed my fingers and hand from her dripping pussy, she cried out again, "Nooooo!" Her lustful interior was only deprived momentarily as I stripped her shorts and panties over her gorgeous hips and down her lovely legs. They joined her halter in a small pile on the floor. Freed from the confines of her clothing, Jennifer broadened her stance to afford my loving hand better access to her needy pussy. As I began to finger fuck her in earnest, the only sounds heard in that kitchen were Jennifer's whimpers, my heavy breathing, and the squishing sounds of my fingers plunging in and out of her body. It was too erotic for words, and I almost came in my pants just from the aural and tactile sensations assaulting my brain. Jennifer must have felt those same sensations, for suddenly her body tensed.

"Oh, Oh, Oh! I'm cummmmiiiiiiinnnnnnggggg," she screamed. She writhed upon my fingers as her first orgasm in a month roared over her like a freight train. As the violence abated, I held her slumping form and gently fingered her as her fluids ran out and down her legs.

I turned her around, and she looked up at me and said, "Wow!" I laughed and kissed her again. This time she didn't withdraw from me. Instead, her mouth and tongue eagerly sought mine, and her hands had a mind of their own. Before I knew it, my polo shirt had been stripped from me, and those busy little hands had my pants and briefs down around my ankles. I stepped back kicked off my loafers, leaned down and removed my socks. They joined the growing pile on the floor, and those tiny hands wrapped themselves around my hard cock while our mouths tried to suck the lust out of each other.

Then to my surprise, Jennifer dropped to her knees in front of me. She gently stroked my rampant prick with both of her hands and then leaned in to plant a kiss on its head. Then she proceeded to lick from its tip to my balls and back again. Looking up at me with her big blue eyes, she then opened her pretty mouth and engulfed me within its vacuuming warmth. I was again overwhelmed as I watched her head bobbing up and down. I reached down into her golden tresses and held her head as I began to gently fuck that beautiful face. Just as she and I were establishing a good rhythm, my balls began to tighten, and I could feel an orgasm building within them. I pulled away from her eager mouth, because I had other plans for that orgasm and the seed that it would generate. Over her protests, I picked Jennifer up and sat her on the counter top next to the sink. When she understood what I wanted, she pulled her knees up so that her heels were braced against the top of the counter and opened her legs wide to me. I leaned in and blew softly upon the lips of her pussy that were now exposed to my lustful ministrations. When she moaned and squirmed, I held her hips to keep her steady for what was about to occur. I then began to orally worship the wet, pink altar of sex there in front of me, and Jennifer reached down with her fingers and opened herself even wider to my probing tongue. She whimpered and squealed as I lashed her engorged clit and then sucked it between my lips and teeth.

Jennifer cried out, "Eat me, you bastard. Eat me!" I eagerly complied with her command and ate and drank at her sexual fountain until her second climax came crashing in upon her. She came screaming at the top of her lungs, "That's it! I'm coming again! Ohhhhh my God! Ahhhhhh!" She practically pulled my hair out of my head as she pulled my face into her opening. It was so wonderful that if it were possible, I would have crawled into her and stayed there forever.

Before she could fully recover from her latest orgasm, I lifted her off the counter, turned her around and had her brace herself against the counter with her hands. I moved against her and, holding my cock with one hand, moved its head up and down against the lips of her dripping pussy. She arched her ass upwards and back against the teasing probe, and I gently slipped it home into her depths. She and I both moaned at the sensations rippling through her pussy and around my cock. With my other hand on her back I pressed her downward against the counter top. I began the eternal in-and-out rhythm of cock and cunt fucking, and her vaginal muscles sucked at my hardness with each outward stroke in an attempt to prevent its escape from her molten depths. It was an exquisite feeling, and while I held her hips and slowly moved into and out of her steaming swamp, Jennifer reached between her legs with one hand and began to finger her clit. I would have loved to have stayed right there, fucking her unto infinity, but it was not to be. I felt the heat rising in both of us. I picked up the pace and began to stroke and pound into Jennifer with increasing speed and ferocity. She began to grunt in time with the inward strokes, and soon my own loud grunts began to match hers. I knew that we were both rapidly approaching the precipice of a mutual climax and increased my efforts to ramming speed.

She screamed, "Oh, yes! Give it to me. Fuck me with that hard cock. Fuck meeeeeeeeeee! I'm cuuuummmiiiiiinnnggg! As her third orgasm arrived and raged through her body, it triggered mine immediately, and my cock lurched within her and spewed streams of my seed into the deepest corners of her clutching pussy. My cock spasmed again and again as it emptied the full reservoir of my ballsack into her hungering cavern.

"Oh my," I was finally able to exclaim. "That was wonderful."

Jennifer simply moaned in agreement as I kissed the back of her neck and collapsed upon her. We finally slithered down to the floor and remained there, tangled together on the cold tiles, for several minutes. When my shrinking cock ultimately exited her well fucked pussy with an audible "plop", Jennifer extricated herself from my embrace, sat up and began to sob softly again. I quickly took her into my arms and tried to comfort her, but it was no use. Continuing her crying, Jennifer wordlessly arose, picked up her clothes from the pile and left the room. I didn't know what to do, so I arose from the hard floor also, cleaned myself at the sink, dressed, and sat down at the table with a glass of wine to await Jennifer's return. She re-entered the room about fifteen minutes later drying her hair with a towel. Obviously, she had showered, and I could also see that she was wearing a different and more modest outfit than the shorts and halter that she wore previously. She had stopped crying, but the look on her face was anything but cheerful. The look on her face was one of determination.

Jennifer sat down at the table and began to speak solemnly, "I very much enjoyed the sex that we just shared. I desperately needed it, and you are an excellent lover. However, it can never happen again. I love Mike, and I want to save our marriage. As long as either one of us is cheating on the other, we can't make the marriage work. Therefore, no matter what happens in the future, as long as I'm married to Mike, I will never violate my marriage vows again. If you can respect me and my marriage, then we can remain friends. If not, then you're not welcome in my house or in my life."

Although I was taken aback by the vehemence of her little speech, I was quick to reply. "Jennifer, I have loved and adored you from the moment I first saw you, and that will never change. However, as much as I love you and as much as I want to make love to you again, I respect you even more and will also respect your wishes. What you say makes perfect sense, and I give you my word that as long as you are married to Mike I will never cross the line and trespass on your marriage again."

It was as if my words tripped a switch in Jennifer's body. The tension which had been manifest in Jennifer's face and body quickly dissipated, and she smiled at me lovingly. "Good. Then that's that. Now, I have a lot of thinking to do and plans to make, and I would like to be alone. Do you mind?"

"Of course not," I responded, and I arose to leave. Jennifer walked me to the front door, and before I turned to go, she reached up and kissed me on the cheek. I knew then that she wasn't angry at me, and I stepped back and smiled as I said, "Does the ?No Trespassing Rule' preclude flirting and lusting in my heart?"

"No, of course not, you idiot," she laughed.

"Good," I said as I reached out and gave her a brotherly hug. "By the way," I whispered, "you're a great piece of ass."

Jennifer screamed, "You bastard!" She pulled away from my clutches and punched me in the gut, but she was smiling. She blew me a kiss, and as the sadness returned to her face, I turned and left.

Later, I spent a tortured night tossing and turning in my bed as I chased the sleep that wouldn't come. I wondered, "What is Jennifer going to do about Mike. Is she going to confront him? What if they get into a fight and she tells him about us? These and a thousand other unpleasant questions and thoughts ran through my brain until I finally gave up and arose long before the crack of dawn. After breakfast and many cups of coffee, I dragged myself into the office long before anyone else arrived.

Later that morning I received a call from Mike. I really didn't want to talk to him. I felt guilty about my tryst with Jennifer, but I was also angry at Mike. I was angry at him because he was cheating on Jennifer; I was angry at him because he involved me in his deception; and yes, I was angry at him because of what happened between Jennifer and me. I didn't excuse myself, but I rationalized that it never would have happened had Mike not been cheating on Jennifer and had not been off chasing pussy that day. However, I took the call.

"Listen, Mike," I said angrily, "I really don't have anything to say to you."

"Wait a minute," he interrupted. "Please hear me out." There was a long pause as I remained silent, and then he began again, "I have been cheating on Jennifer with my secretary, Alice, for the better part of the past year. At first it was exciting, but lately I have been increasingly consumed with guilt. The constant lying has worn me down, and I have lost all of my self respect. I've reached the point that I can hardly look at myself in the mirror. I finally determined that the affair had to end, and I made up my mind that yesterday would be the day that I was going to end it. Yes, I used you to cover for me so that I could go and meet Alice, but not so that I could continue to cheat on Jennifer. I only did it so that I could meet with Alice and end the affair face to face. I did end it yesterday, and I went home to confess to Jennifer and beg her forgiveness. When I arrived , you were already gone and I told Jennifer that we needed to talk. I told her that I loved her more than life, but that I had screwed up, big time. I also said that I knew that she loved me, but that I had a confession to make to her that might make her feel differently. Although I was terrified that I might lose her when she learned the truth, I fully intended on making telling her everything. Then, before I could get down to the nitty-gritty and tell her about Alice, the darndest thing happened. Jennifer walked over to me, bent down in front of me, and covered my mouth with her fingers.?Shhh,' she said. ?Some things are better left unsaid. I have only one question. Is it over?' When I nodded my head affirmatively, she kissed me passionately, took me by the hand, and led me to our bedroom where I spent the most incredible night of my life. Before the night was over, I made a new vow to her. I promised her that every day for the rest of our lives I would be the best husband and father that I could be. I wanted you to know that I intend to keep that promise. I also wanted to apologize to you for involving you in this mess and to thank you for helping me end it."

Needless to say, I was dumfounded. At first, I silently blushed with the guilt and shame of my own betrayal of Mike. Then, when I felt the relief flowing through my entire body, I said, "You are one lucky bastard to have that lady for your wife, Uncle Mike. As for your apology, no problem. After all, we're family."