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Authors name: Argus (argusx2002@yahoo.com)
Story title : House Hunting
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House Hunting (MMF, voy, wife, cuck, intr)
by Argus (argusx2002@yahoo.com)
***
We went looking for a new place and some one else took
my place.
***
"But I don't want to move. It's not fair."
Well, this wasn't going good I thought to myself. My
company had offered me a promotion but it meant moving
to DC in a few months.
"The kids like their school, I like this neighborhood."
Ok, I had to think of some other way to make this sound
good but I couldn't really think of any. "How about you
and I go up and look at houses next week? We'll get the
feel of the land and see if there is anything we like."
"That wont work, what will we do with the kids?" She
asked.
"I bet I can get my sister to watch them." I answered.
Well, at least that was all I could think of as I was
standing there. The rest of the week didn't go a whole
lot better, but my sister did come down to watch the
kids. Diane and I drove up on a Sunday after noon so we
could start looking the next day.
I'd even arranged for us to stay in a pretty nice
place. A buddy of mine from college had a huge town
house down by Dupont circle. It was one of those older
ritzy places that that is only a couple of blocks from
the white house and every other neighbor has gobs of
money. It was a little outside our price range, but it
was really nice. Mark, the owner, was a lawyer at one
of those Washington power brokers that is on the take
from every major corporation that wants something from
its local congressman.
The congressional schmoozing paid well but the hours
sucked. He was always off to some conference or another
and put in those 60-hour weeks. That was probably the
reason his wife left him after three years. Money can't
buy everything, but it did buy a really nice place. He
was off for the whole week lining the coffers of Dewey,
Cheatem and Howe by getting the congressional
delegation of New Hampshire agree to some sort of
federal subsidy for maple sugar candy. Or at least that
what he told me. It didn't really matter to us as long
as he let us borrow his place.
I pushed open the front door and we sort of peered in
like kids in someplace we knew we shouldn't be. The
damn place was bigger than our house and was three
stories high.
"Very nice," Diane remarked. "I'll take one of these."
"Yeah, you and me both," was all I could retort. We
walked slowly through the halls past the kitchen that
looked like you could roast an OX in, up the stairs
past the study to the top floor where the guest room
was. It was nicely done, probably by some hired
interior decorator.
Mark didn't have taste nearly this good. Everything was
neatly arranged, probably by some cleaning lady who
came by once a week. I did notice that all the pictures
of Mark and his wife and kid were gone. He'd still had
some the last time I'd visited but it had been over a
year since she'd left.
"Hey, come look at this." I heard from down the hall. I
headed for the sound and found Diane standing in the
middle of what must have been the master bedroom. A
cherry king bed sat in the middle of a rather sizeable
room that that had pale blue walls long curtains. A
mirror covered one wall opposite a set of bureaus that
had to be antiques. Diane walked up to the bed and ran
her hand across the navy satin sheets. She giggled and
flopped on top.
"Want to do me?"
"Come on, get up, that not where we are supposed to
sleep. Get off the man's bed," I sort of wailed.
"Spoil sport."
She actually looked disappointed. We finished un
packing and went out for a bite at one of those trendy
bistro places that isn't really any better than
McDonalds, but cost ten times as much. When we got back
to the house we found his bar. I had to admit it was
very well stocked. In fact it had everything needed to
make a long island ice tea.
After the first drink I was feeling a bit more relaxed
as we sat on the couch. I leaned over and kissed her
gently. She responded with one of those soft warm
kisses that make the back of my neck warm. I could
smell the hint of her perfume behind her ear as I
traced my lips gently down her neck to the area next to
her collarbone. A little nibble there and she arched
her head back and sort of sighed.
She took my hand and pulled me to my feet.
"Want to go up stairs?"
Damn right I did. We scurried up like two horny
teenagers whose parents were out. Diane went over to
the suitcase and got out some clothes and went into the
bathroom. I slid out of my jeans and kicked off my
shoes. I stopped to look when the door opened. She'd
put on a blue camisole that came with these awesome
little blue panties. Little spaghetti straps covered
her shoulders that were just next to her blond hair
hanging down to her neck. The best part was that the
camisole did nothing to cover her long legs and there
was just a hint of ass.
If I had known how to whistle I certainly would have.
She handed me my toothbrush and said "I don't plan on
getting out of bed once I get in."
That was fine with me. I went into spit and finish
while she waited. I came back out but the bed was
empty. Ok, where is she? I looked out in the hall and
headed for the light at the end of the hall. What was
she up to? I came to the room we'd been in earlier,
only now the comforter was pulled back and my wife was
sitting in it.
"Get out of there." I said. "Our room is down there."
"Oh, you big baby. This bed is so big compared to that
one in the guest room. Besides, if you are worried
about staining the sheets, I'll wash them before lawyer
boy comes home. Now come here."
She did have a point. I slid over next to her and ran
my hand up the silky blue fabric of her camisole to
where her nipple was clearly trying to poke through. I
peeled back the sheets a bit and admired her legs set
against the backdrop of the navy satin sheets. I kissed
her again and slid my left hand down to her thigh,
relishing the slight moan as I slid it up to the
elastic of her panties. I could taste the alcohol on
her lips. I moved one hand to each side of the thin
fabric that covered her and lifted it slowly over her
head. I tossed it on the chair in the corner.
"You won't be needing that," I told her. Her smile and
kiss told me I was probably right. My hands slid back
along her body again and explored every inch of her
skin. Her breasts cupped in my hands as I traced small
circles around them.
I leaned forward and kissed her nipple, feeling it get
harder to my tongue. I kissed each as I continued down
to the little clothing she had left. My finger slid up
to slide under the remaining fabric and touched her. It
felt different. I looked up and she had a huge smile
on. I touched her again. My fingers slipped under the
little strings that held the bottoms on and pulled. She
lifted her hips slightly to make it easier. I stopped
and my cock got even harder. There wasn't any hair
there. She'd only done that once before.
"You like it?" she asked.
"When?"
"I did it this morning when I took my shower before we
drove up. I figured you deserved a little treat for
your big promotion."
I ran my finger over it and slid it down between her
lips. She was soaking.
"It makes me hot too," she said.
I smiled and pushed her back onto the pillows. I slid
my face lower till I was inches from her and I knew she
could feel my breath against her wetness. My tongue
slid forward and just barely touched her skin. The gasp
told me all I needed. I traced my tongue from the very
bottom of her opening, up, up to the slightly swelling
at the top.
She tasted sweet and sexy. My tongue slid from side to
side and her hands griped the pillows over her head. I
licked her slowly up and down using my tongue to
separate her lips and make small circles as I tasted
her insides. Another moan told me I was doing good. I
moved my tongue faster and faster until she grabbed my
head and pulled it up.
"I want to feel you in me."
I sat up and pulled off the rest of my clothes. Shit,
I'd left the condoms down in the bag by the back door.
"I'll be right back," and I ran down the hall. I'm not
sure she knew where I was going. It was good thing it
was dark in the rest of the house as my friend was
sticking up in front of me as I went. Now, where in the
hell was that bag. There it was. I grabbed the bag and
turned to go back up the stairs. Click. What the hell,
the front door started opening. This wasn't a good
position to be found standing in. I leapt back around
the corner so I could go around the other way and close
it.
My heart raced as I realized that someone was coming
in. This was going to be embarrassing. Mark was home.
Not supposed to be here. Especially as I was hiding
bare assed naked in his hallway. He tossed his keys on
the table and threw his coat over the chair. Ok, if he
goes into the study where the bar is I'll run upstairs.
I wondered if Diane heard him and made it back to our
room. He didn't go to the bar. He's heading for the
stairs. Ok, this is where I jump forward and over come
the awkward moment before he goes up. But I couldn't.
I'm still not really sure why. He slowly walked up the
stairs to his room. The back of my brain said, "Go
after him."
I heard her voice, "Hurry up, I'm waiting."
He stopped, looked down the hall towards the guest room
and then stepped into his room. I stood at the bottom
of the stairs.
"Well, hello, you must be Diane, I'm Mark."
I could only picture the scene. She'd pulled up the
sheets to her chest covering her self. He noticed her
clothes on the chair and walked over to them.
"Expecting someone else I suppose," he said.
"Well, yes" her voice. "I'm very sorry about this, we
were, well just, you know..."
"Is he coming back?" his voice from just inside the
door. That was probably my cue to come up to the rescue
but I stayed put almost in a panic. I slowly started up
the stairs and from the third to the top stair I could
see through the side of the door. Mark was sitting in
the chair and was holding the clothes I had removed
just minutes before.
"If you'll just pass me those I'll let you have your
bed back," Diane said.
He just sat there twirling her panties.
"You know" Mark said, "I was having a pretty bad day
until I got home. My deal fell through, the pissant
congressman wouldn't cave and my flight was delayed.
Until now, today was a total loss.
Damn, Rich did always have good taste in women. You
know... in general I have a rule. I get to fuck all the
beautiful naked women in my bed. That is my bed you are
in, you are quite good looking and from what I have
here it would appear that you are quite naked. Tell you
what, if he comes back before I get undressed, I'll
give you your things back."
With that he began to undo his tie. Now was the time
for me to rush in. She looked at him then at the door
with a slightly pensive look. My heart was beating
faster as his jacket hit the chair. His hands undid the
cuffs on his shirt and he set them on the dresser. The
crisp white oxford flopped to the ground.
"Are you sure he's coming back?" One shoe hit the
ground then the other. He reached down and pulled off
his socks. She could just get up and wrap the sheet
around her and walk out. Yes, that's what she should
do. His hands crossed in front and he pulled off his t-
shirt. Time for me to go in NOW. His hands undid his
belt and his pants and shorts fell to the ground at his
feet. She wasn't staring at the door any more.
"I guess he's not coming back," he said as he walked to
the bed. His left hand reached forward and slowly
grasped the sheet. She didn't move, didn't get up. He
sat on the bed in front of her and slowly pulled the
sheet back. Now it was like watching a very erotic
movie, only this was real. He ran his hand up and
touched her shoulder, flicking her hair back.
I could see her breathing heavy, fear, anticipation,
desire... He slid forward and kissed her shoulder as
his hands began to slowly explore her body. His hands
were open as they caressed and ran over her breasts.
Now he leaned forward and took her nipple between his
lips. It seemed to stiffen under his touch.
Her eyes closed and her head leaned back as he began to
kiss first one then the other, still moving his hands
across her body. Her hands relaxed and the sheet began
to slip down until there was nothing between them. He
moved his mouth up her chest to her neck until he
leaned forward and kissed her once, then again, and
then she kissed him back. I swear I could see their
tongues touching as the pace increased and the fervor
began to build. Oh god, he was going to fuck her. And I
was going to watch.
He rolled over and sat next to her so he was facing the
door and placed his hands on her pulling her gently so
that her back was facing the door.
"Do you suck Rich's cock?"
I don't think it was so much a question as a request,
but she seemed to get it. She slid down his body so
that when his head went back I knew she'd taken him in
her mouth. I also knew how good it felt. Until now I'd
been the only cock she'd ever sucked. Her head moved up
and down, his hands lightly playing with her hair. Mark
looked over at the door as if he knew I was watching.
My own cock, rock hard at the thought how good her warm
wet moth felt and the erotic excitement of watching my
wife suck someone else's cock. Her head moved up and
down and he watched admiringly as he continued to play
with her blond strands. Her head came up and I could
see a strand of precome, like a glass string from her
lips to the head of his cock. It hung there
momentarily, then fell, part on her chin and the rest
across his abdomen.
He slid his hands to her sides and pulled her forward
so that she was now straddling him, one knee on either
side of him. His cock wet with her saliva resting on
her inner thigh. She held his shoulders as he reached
down and pulled himself to align with her.
I could see the head slide up and part her lips, where
I had intended to be moments earlier. He slid along not
quite entering her but teasing her, seeing how wet she
was. He planned to take full advantage of my tongues
preparations. It was liked the tip of his swollen cock
was being kissed by her lips. The absence of hair, and
her shaved smoothness highlighting their skin together.
Then he moved one hand to each hip and pulled her down.
Her head rested on his shoulder as the head of his cock
disappeared into her. He stopped and let her adjust to
his girth. He wasn't much longer than me, but he was
thicker. He pulled her lower and lower. I watched inch
by inch as her body encased it. When all I could see
was his balls and her ass, I knew he was all the way
inside her, deep up where only I'd been the last
fourteen years. I could hear small moans coming from
her body as he lifted her up and then slid her back
down. He would lift her until just the head was in her
and then thrust his hips up into her again, and again,
and again.
He was good, very good. As she slid down I marveled at
how her lips took him in and then tried to hold on as
he slid back out. Her skin against his, nothing between
them. Her ass rotated from side to side as she rode his
cock. His hands were now free to roam her body as she
fucked him harder and faster, grinding herself against
his pubic bone. Her breathing became more rapid and I
could sense she was getting closer and closer. His
hands roamed her back, one in the small of her back,
the other cupping her magnificent ass.
"That's it Diane, come all over my cock, come hard for
me."
That was enough to send her over the edge. Her head
arched back as she sat up straight, her hair hanging
down, her face scrunched up and then she threw her head
forward, her mouth open as she began to come, twitching
and gasping. Her face contorted in that wonderful
expression that only lovers share. Her ass grinding
harder and harder against him as she worked to get
every bit of release she could. My own cock was as big
as it had ever been and was ready to explode.
Mark looked up at her and continued to hold her hips.
Now he was fucking her slowly as she collapsed on his
chest. Her head rested on his shoulder.
He held her waist and rolled to the right so that he
was now on top with her legs spread wide for him. His
knees pushed her thighs apart, his balls flopping down
as he slid into her from above. He held himself above
her, his arms extended, the muscles in his shoulders
very pronounced. Her hands moving up to grab his face
and pull him down to kiss her as they fucked. His ass
moved up and down and this time it was her turn to run
her hands across his body.
She drew her knees up closer to her body like she did
with me when she wanted me to go deeper, or when we
wanted to conceive. Her hands continued to dance across
his back and I watched as they now held his ass pulling
him into her. His cock disappeared again and again into
her shaved mound. She had done that for me. He started
to groan and I knew that he was close.
His back tensed up and arched, then his ass drove into
her hard one last time and he kissed her as he came in
her. She must have felt it as he came as she whimpered
as each spurt filled her, setting off another spasm
deep inside her, her head thrashing from side to side
until he reached down and held it steady.
"Oh yes, come in me," she said between kisses, their
mouths locked together, her hips once again grinding
under him, his balls resting in the crack of her ass as
they emptied their contents into my wife. Her back
arched and her legs locked around him to keep him from
getting away, the two of them a withering mass of flesh
and intertwined arms and legs.
Her words sent me over the edge, my own balls
contracted and a rope of white shot out and hit the
floor, releasing the tension that had been building as
I watched. My cock deflating as I watched them play out
their final scene. He stopped moving and I could see
the beginning of his thick viscous fluid starting to
run down her crack and leak out from around his cock.
I silently wondered how long it had been since he'd had
any. Spent and mentally exhausted, I slid down the hall
to the guest bedroom and climbed in. The light was off.
I don't know how long I lay there before I felt someone
climb on top of me. In the darkness I could make out
her silhouette and I knew she was still naked. She
flicked her hair back and leaned down and kissed me.
"You didn't come back," she said before she bent down
and kissed me softly on my lips. I could taste him on
her warm wet lips. "Did you watch? I hope you did
because this was a one-time deal." She kissed me again,
"I brought you a present," she whispered in my ear.
"Its from Mark."
She slid up my body and held my head pulling it closer.
I could smell the after effects of their coupling. My
face was where it had been before I went for the
condoms, only now the taste was much different. Her
lips were looser and as my tongue touched the bottom of
her slit she twitched and I could taste him in her.
First a little, then more and more seemed to ooze out.
It had been a while since he'd had any. I had to make
amends for not coming back and I was determined to get
every drop. My hands slid up and held her ass. Her
crack was slippery with their juices. She reached up
and held the head of the bed to steady herself. My
tongue slid over her lips making her mine again.
As I licked I could feel her tense and her body
twitched again and again forcing small amounts of him
out until I was sure there was no more swimming inside.
She collapsed next to me and cuddled up resting her
head on my chest. I stroked her hair as we began to
drift off. She kissed me again and whispered in my ear,
"You never told me that Mark was black."
END
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