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Musical Moans
by Esperanza (cungy55@hotmail.com)

***

Married cheaters. Wife's friend teases another woman's 
husband and then is herself teased, leading to hot sex. 
(MF, reluc, exh, voy, mast)

***

It started innocent enough. I went to pick up my wife’s 
friend Allison in order to bring her to a ‘girls only’ 
Deck and Pool Party at our home. My job was to drive 
home whoever was feeling tipsy. Allison always got 
tipsy so she did not even bother to take her car. And 
this is where I came in.

On my way to pick-up Allison, my wife rang my cell 
phone and said that she just talked to Allison and she 
promised to be ready by the time I arrived. 

I said, "Honey. You know she always keeps me waiting. I 
am going to Dunkin’ Donuts and spend 45 minutes with 
donuts and Iced Coffee. It’ll an hour and a half or 
so." I figured my Sunday afternoon was ruined. Boy, was 
I wide of the mark.

However, as fate would have it, Dunkin’ Donuts was 
closed for repairs, so I drove directly to Allison’s 
house off Redondo Drive Parkway. 

When she answered the door, Allison was dressed in a 
simple robe. She said, "Well, if it isn’t Gary. I am 
not exactly ready yet, but I can put you to good use. 
Follow me."

I did not move, but said, "I can’t stand waiting for my 
wife to get ready so like, ah, how long you going to 
be?" I was frustrated and let it out, not caring since 
she was my wife’s friend, not mine.

She said, "Well, it can be fifty minutes or five 
minutes depending if you cooperate." 

Waiting fifty minutes was out of the question, so I 
followed her up the stairs. At this point, I was too 
pissed to admire her jet-black long flowing hair or her 
very feminine round sexy ass. 

As far as appearances, Allison’s face was average, but 
a turn off to me since she seemed to be always sad, 
like she suffered all her life. I never knew what kind 
of figure she had since I only saw her in bulky jeans, 
sweatshirts and dress suits. She did not dress sexy, 
but I sort of could tell that she probably had a nice 
figure but did not want to show it off. I doubted she 
was a looker. Like she was at least three years older 
than I was, pushing 33 to 35, and older chicks don’t do 
anything for me. So quite frankly I didn’t give a rat’s 
ass for her except to please my wife.

Anyway, I followed to her upstairs study when she said, 
"Sit here, I’ll be right out."

She returned quickly still in her robe but let it drop 
to the floor and said in a worried tone of voice, "How 
do I look? I need a second opinion." 

Underneath the robe was a bathing suit since she was 
going to a Pool Party. It was a one-piece pale green 
swimsuit, conservative in style. This was the first 
time that I had seen her in a bathing suit and quickly 
averted my eyes from her body as she’s my wife’s 
friend. Yet I saw enough to know that she had a hot 
body. Usually I gawk at young chicks, but here was an 
older woman who was stacked. For the record, I’ve never 
had sex with a chick older than me.

I replied, "Great. So I guess we can go now."

She snapped, "Smart ass. Men really don’t have any fun 
with clothes."

My reply. "I ain’t a fashion critic and besides you 
look okay, Allison."

But Allison was having none of my praise. "I feel like 
a fat cow."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Sure I heard 
that kind of women talk from my wife, but my wife while 
attractive has nowhere a sexy body. Nowhere. Period.

I said, "Not too big, not too tight, no holes in the 
suit, so what is the problem? " As soon as I said it, I 
knew I made a mistake. Never be flippant with a woman 
who is insecure about her figure.

Allison said, "First, I know you didn’t mean it. You 
said it fast without looking."

I gave her a once over from head to ankles. "So I 
looked, already."

She wailed, "Oh, bull, Gary. My butt, belly and boobs 
are the problem."

I soothed her by saying, "No one will notice. I mean 
it’s a girl only pool party."

Allison was unyielding, "Oh, they’ll notice. You don’t 
know how cruel us woman can be behind our backs"

"If you say so." I laughed. 

She added. "Oh, I know women! But seriously, Gary, how 
do I really look?"

I gave her an okay gesture with my hands and my face. 

She growled, "Gary!"

I said, "Okay, I’ll look you over real good although my 
wife might kill me if she knows that I checked out your 
body. "

She liked hearing that for some reason and seemed to 
relax for a few seconds while I looked her over. 

This is the exact moment where I began to falter. So I 
took my time and thought about how she looked before 
answering. As I said, she’s around three years older 
than I am; I’ll be 30 in a few months. Yet in spite of 
her advanced age, Allison still had a sexy figure. 
Maybe it was her tiny waist that made everything else 
seems so hot. Her tits looked large and firm, her ass 
was very shapely. In fact, that was the best part of 
her body. 

I gawked at her tits, saw her nipples in the one-piece 
bathing suit that covered a lot but I was still able to 
make out enough to know that she was built much, much 
better than my wife was. She was built to fuck. As a 
young man, I’d do anything to fuck a chick as good 
looking as her and now in my twenty-ninth year, I’d…no, 
no. I’d do nothing. I’m married. Happily. Period. No 
affairs for me. 

"Why are you taking so long to answer me, Gary? Oh, 
god, is it really that bad." Her voice was now alarmed. 
And most importantly of all, she was very unaware that 
I was gawking at her body. Chicks get like that; they 
are so consumed by their inner thoughts of not being 
attractive that they miss the obvious.

Somehow I was losing it, maybe it was her figure, maybe 
it was that I was resentful for her making me wait, but 
I was no longer diplomatic especially with my eyes. I 
was yearning for her body like crazy. I said, "Want the 
truth or..."

She said nervously. "Tell me the truth and then I’ll... 
I’ll hide in the closet." 

She had been divorced for over six years. As far I knew 
her seldom if ever dated. So her self-esteem as far as 
being attractive to the opposite sex was probably low.

She continued, "Gary! I can’t let them see me like 
this. I’m sagging all over."

I said, "Allison. Your figure’s better than my wife, 
but you better not tell her I said that." Then I added, 
"You’re pulling my leg, right. Like angling for 
compliments?"

Now she really smiled. "Gary, I appreciate you saying 
that. Really, I do. Give me a sec to let that sink in, 
but I liked hearing that. And no, I won’t tell your 
wife. So yes, you can say what you like, and not one 
word will get back to her. Of course, they better be 
complimentary." 

I felt relieved but not sure why. Her smile changed her 
appearance for the better.

She turned her back to me, letting me take in her long 
legs, superbly shaped butt, and a finely tuned back and 
that flowing long dark black hair. But it was the ass 
that had me reeling. My cock was twitching. Allison may 
not be as pretty in the face department as my wife, but 
her body was the body of a twenty-two year old babe. 

She asked, "Give me a guy’s point of view. How do I 
look? I mean has gravity taken over. Be truthfully 
honest."

Maybe if I waited another second I would have never 
blurted this out.

"I got a hard-on." I whispered, but she most certainly 
heard me. I quickly turned my back on her and headed 
for the door to go downstairs. 

She blubbered, "Oh, my god, oh, my god. Wait. I can’t 
believe you said that to me. How could you? Gary that 
was..."

"The truth." I replied. I was standing in the doorway 
of her upstairs study and felt like a fool, a man about 
to be beheaded, with a hard-on. 

"Yeah but..." She was now getting embarrassed, her face 
was getting a rosy color. Her eyes took in my jeans. I 
knew she could see my hard-on pushing my pants out. 

She continued, "No one ever said something like that to 
me. That was crude, Gary"

I was worried what she might tell my wife. "Yeah, maybe 
but I’m not coming on to you. All I did was tell you 
the truth and now what, you put me down." 

I wanted to get away from her and quickly walked down 
the stairs. The whole episode since I arrived in her 
home took less than five minutes.

I felt she was right behind me and her voice was 
insistent. "Wait. So if you’re not coming on to me, why 
use those words? Why mention your, ah, your sex organ?" 

I knew I had to be diplomatic or she might tell my wife 
some bullshit story about me coming on to her. I 
replied. "Because it was the truth. You did ask me from 
a guy’s point of view and I hate to inform you, 
Allison, but for a guy, a stiff dick means you’re a 
turn-on. Like you’re very attractive and so my damn 
dick got hard." 

I stopped, thought for a second, then added, "And in 
case you forgot, a hard-on is meant as a compliment. 
You got that. Compliment, not a come-on."

She seemed flustered and raised her voice, "But 
tasteless. You got to admit."

My cock was no longer hard. I sneered. "Whatever. Do me 
a favor, don’t ask me how you look next time." Then I 
thought of how not to let my wife get involved and 
cover my ass. I added, "Wait until I tell my wife about 
this."

She asked incredulously, "Really? You’d tell your wife 
about this?"

I waited a moment, said, "I got nothing to be ashamed 
of. When I got married, I didn’t lose my manhood. Point 
is, Allison, just because I was turned on doesn’t mean 
I am going to hit on you. Sally and I’ve been married 
over seven years and I haven’t cheated. I still think 
she’s hot looking. But we tell each other our sexual 
fantasies. Just because someone turns you on, doesn’t 
mean you have to fuck her. But it doesn’t stop me from 
getting a boner when I see a hot looking chick." I was 
talking excessively much. 

She sat down and looked up at me with her big brown 
eyes. "Sorry. You’re right, I think." She was pondering 
and that made me worry. "Listen, I got to think about 
it; sit in the car, I’ll be out in a minute. I got to 
change into street clothes anyway."

I should have left to sit in the car, but being a 
stubborn Taurus I wanted to argue my point of view. 
"What is there to think about, Allison? I meant it as a 
super compliment of worship. Can’t you get that?"

She seemed amused now, "You’re irritated with me?"

I said, "Damn straight I am. Like you asked me to look 
at your body. I did. My cock got hard. That means you 
look great as far as I’m concerned and now you are off 
on some ego trip or something."

She said, "Sorry. Maybe you’re right." She paused, then 
continued, "Maybe? Not sure. I think you could have 
used more delicate words. But, sit for minute." 

When I did, she spoke, "Yes, it was a compliment and I 
no longer feel like a fat cow." She smiled and gave me 
the peace sign. "You know, I don’t socialize since my 
divorce. This is the first time I put on a bathing suit 
in years. That was my second divorce, you know. I feel 
I’m no longer attractive to men. You understand that, I 
hope, Gary. And you’re really a sweet man for sharing 
your thoughts with me."

I replied, "Just remember it was meant as a 
compliment."

Her voice got soft, sweet. "It really has been years 
since a guy looked at me that way. I guess I-I... I 
guess..."

I asked, "You guess what?"

She shifted her legs, and now I had an open view of her 
body as she lounged in the chair in her bathing suit 
that had turned me on. Her tits were prominent, her 
pubis mound pushed out at her crotch. Her legs were 
wonderfully long. 

She asked, "Can I share something with you. I mean it 
goes no further than the door. Not your wife, 
especially not your wife or she and I might n longer be 
friends. Can you give me your word, Gary?"

"Sure." I replied.

She insisted, "I won’t share my feelings with you 
unless I can be one hundred percent certain of your 
loyalty. Not ninety-nine percent. Your word?"

"Okay, I give you my word. Swear not one word to my 
wife or buddies."

She said. "I liked it. To my amazement, those few crude 
words make me feel good. I feel like a woman again." 

"That is what compliments are supposed to do." I was 
still unsure and had to defend myself. "I didn’t mean 
to gross you out, Allison. Really didn’t think before I 
spoke. You said speak as a man would and my reply came 
out of my gut. No harm, right?"

She was still sitting over ten feet away but I felt we 
were touching. She said, "Oh, I like what your gut had 
to say. It was pure, real, simple and powerful."

Then she really, really blushed. She continued but was 
not looking at me. Her voice low, almost a whisper. 
"Hearing you say your were erect. And seeing how you 
were looking at my body and then seeing, you know, 
seeing the bulge. I got scared, Gary. I guess I should 
have said thanks and left it at that."

I laughed, "But then we wouldn’t have had this 
interesting conversation."

Her voice was soft. "Gary, I need a favor. Don’t tell 
Sally about this. I have my reasons, please." 

I quipped, "No problemo, Allison. I mean like she isn’t 
going to be too happy with me if she hears I got a 
boner from looking at you."

She smiled in a soft feminine way. Something I have 
never seen her do. She said, "Gary, I got to change 
into street clothes. I’ll put the bathing suit on at 
your house so give me a minute. Really, one minute to 
change and we’ll go." At the top of stairs, she turned, 
said, "And give you time to calm down."

I knew that she had seen my hard-on through my pants. 
Now I could enjoy being turned on, and not fear her 
wrath. I joked, "Good idea. This one is a real beauty."

At the top of the stairs, she again requested, "And 
don’t tell Sally. I really need for you to promise me."

I felt in control and said, "I won’t if you answer me 
one question."

She paused and said, "Sure. Just ask."

I was still sitting near the door, sprawled out on a 
sofa, "I don’t want to ask it unless you will really 
answer it. And I got my reasons for making you promise 
me, fair?"

She said, "I’ll answer."

I didn’t let up, "But truthfully?"

"Of course, Gary."

I looked at the ceiling away from her; it was getting 
to close for comfort. "I don’t know why I want to know 
this but I do." I said defensively. 

She was still standing on the steps, posed, giving me a 
full frontal view of her tits, her belly, her prominent 
mound, and long feminine legs. It was a sexy, tease 
pose. I had it done to me before so I knew it rather 
well. 

She asked, "What could be more threatening to say then 
you got an erection from looking at your wife’s 
friend?"

I was unsure. But I saw her waiting for an answer. 

"Did you get wet?" I spit it out. 

"Jeez! Oh, my god." And Allison sat down on the top of 
stairway steps. Her eyes searched my face for a clue. 
She said, "You’re incorrigible."

I shrugged, then blushed. "Okay, that was way out of 
line." I got up and walked to the door to leave, said. 
"Listen, I’m turned on again and please forgive me 
Allison, like, it’s not me talking. I’m coming across 
like a jerk, but hard-ons do that." I lowered my head 
in shame, but hadn’t left the house yet

Still at the top of the stairs, she spoke. "Wait, Gary, 
don’t leave. Let’s talk this out, please." She took a 
breadth, then continued, "To answer your question, no." 
Her voice was again soft, feminine. "I-I wasn’t... 
wait." She paused. "Give me a sec." She closed her eyes 
and then continued, "When you first told me about your 
erection, no, I did not get ah, you know, ah, sexually 
excited. In fact, I was stunned and totally taken 
aback. But now, in the last minute or so, well..."

I waited for her to finish but she did not. I asked. 
"Well what?" 

"Well, yes," she answered.

All I could say was, "I take it you mean..."

Allison said, "Yes… okay, yes. That is what I mean."

I said, "Wet?"

We were the only ones in the house, yet she whispered 
only for my ears, "Very wet."

I stammered, "Don’t tell me that."

Allison was smiling, playful. "You told me your 
erection was a real beauty this time. I didn’t know 
there were different types of erections."

I said, "Listen, Allison, while you change, I need to 
go to the bathroom and give myself a hand job or a 
gallon of cold water. This talk is getting too much for 
both our sakes. I don’t want any problems. Like I’m 
married, and my wife is your friend."

"I agree." Then she said, "You can use the bathroom 
downstairs. I’ll be finished before you or... ah, how 
does it take to do what you need to do?"

She was giggling. Playful. She actually looked 
attractive when she smiled. Ever since I’ve known her, 
she had that long sad, face. 

Then her demeanor changed, she looked thoughtful, then 
said, "I’ve never seen a guy do that to him self. 
Always wanted, but no guy would let me watch. Know 
something, I have two big fantasies actually. One is 
watching two guys suck each other, and the other is 
watching a guy masturbate."

"Rent a fag porno." I immediately felt stupid for 
saying that.

She asked, "Are you really gong to do it?"

I looked at her, not sure what she meant.

"Masturbate?" She clarified.

I replied, "I better or I might get in trouble."

She said, "Can you actually masturbate in the 
bathroom?"

My reply. "Sure. All this talk, and especially how you 
look, got me very, very hard. I know I shouldn’t be 
saying this, being married."

She asked, "What I meant was can you do it in the 
bathroom instead of the bed room? It’s so sterile 
looking. Usually people masturbate in their bed, I’d 
think."

When I didn’t reply, she said, ‘Okay. Do what you have 
to, I’ll be just a two minutes or do you need more 
time?"

"A few minutes are fine. I’m ready to burst."

Allison disappeared into her bedroom. I heard the 
rustling of coat hangers and shoes dropping on the 
floor.

I looked at my watch. Less than twenty-five minutes had 
gone by since I arrived. Wow, what a turn of events. I 
caressed my dick and thought of her body.

It was less than five minutes when she came down the 
stairs dressed in a colorful blouse, a tennis skirt and 
sneakers. Around one shoulder she had a gym bag with 
her bathing suit inside. 

At the bottom of the stairs, she paused. She looked to 
her right where the down stairs bathroom was, listened 
for sounds. Then she turned her gaze to the living room 
and screamed as her gym bag fell from her shoulders. 
"Oh, god! Oh, Gary!"

I was sprawled on the same couch as before but this 
time I was naked from the waist down, except for my 
boots, and my hard cock was in my hand. 

She said in a shaky voice, "Please tell me you are not 
doing what you are doing."

I said nothing but continued to stroke my very erect 
cock; I felt it get harder and longer since she 
arrived. 

She begged, "Say something."

I said, "You said you always wanted to see a guy do 
it."

"Well, yes but... I can’t look. Really. It’s not 
right." Her voice trailed off.

Most importantly she had not left the room; she had not 
called the police, and she had not screamed rape. 

I said, "There is no harm in watching me. I’ll enjoy it 
as much as you will." Then I added most prudently, "As 
long as we both agree to not let this go any further."

"But you’re married to my friend." She was thinking 
hard and looking harder. "And how can I trust you?"

I said, "I can finish in the bathroom. Would you rather 
that I did?"

She stayed put at the bottom of the stairway and 
nothing, "I mean if I watch, Oh, god, Gary, this is 
difficult. I want to watch but I might be turned on and 
I can’t do that. Not to your wife, really." 

I said, "I feel a lot more excited that you’re in the 
room and watching me do it." 

She squeaked out, "You’ll just masturbate and …. and …. 
ah, cum and that’s it?"

I said, "If you watch, I’ll cum a lot more. Sit next to 
me. Let me see your face."

Her face was knotted up, but also had a nice rosy 
coloring to it. "Okay. I’ll come closer. And I’m 
putting my trust in your word. 

She had decided. Allison walked unsteadily to the chair 
next to the sofa. 

She said, "Are you an exhibitionist?"

I said, "I never did this before. But for now, I like 
it."

She said, "And no fucking. Seriously, no fucking. I 
can’t do that to Sally."

"Just want to cum." I said, then added, "Got any lotion 
in your bag. It feels better when my cock is 
lubricated."

She took out a bottle of lotion, took off the top, and 
handed to me. Her eyes never missing a beat. She seemed 
enraptured; we both were.

I rubbed the lotion onto my cock. It glistened and 
seemed to grow another two inches, or so I like to 
think. 

She asked, "Do you mind if I talk while you do it?"

I motioned no.

Her voice was softer, sweeter, and very, very feminine, 
"Your cock is beautiful. It’s shape. It sort of is fat 
and long. Lovely really. Must make Sally very happy." 
She paused and stared at my cock and hand, then added, 
"Does she suck it?"

I felt my cock stir. "Oh, yeah. I like blowjobs. She 
sucks well enough."

Allison said, "Do you want me to go on talking?"

I quickly replied, "You bet."

Allison asked, "Do you cum in her mouth?"

I struggled to answer. "Lately, a real lot. She likes 
it more than fucking."

She absently said, "Some girls don’t mind the taste."

"Oh, Allison, oh, god. Oh baby, my cock is busting. I’m 
going to cum. I’m going to cum, baby. Here I cum. Look 
at my cock; it’s going to burst for you baby. Make me 
cum, make me cum!"

And then it blew. The cum shot out, hitting me on the 
chest, on my chin, as four powerful squirts erupted. 

It might have been a minute or two that went by, for my 
eyes had closed and I let the orgasm overtake me and 
calm me down. 

Then her whispering and so, so feminine voice was 
talking to me. 

"That was so, so beautiful. Gary, I loved it. Oh god 
that was, was RAW."

She had moved closer and keenly observed my cock go 
soft. 

I milked my cock to the last drops out. That gesture 
was especially pleasing to her. 

I joked, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

She tried not to, but finally laughed and laughed; I 
joined in. 

She answered while staring at my deflated but thick, 
cum- spent cock. "I loved it." Then opened her purse 
and handed me several tissues. "Want to wipe?"

I wiped off.

We sat there for a good minute without talking. Her 
eyes dreamy and sparkling. 

I said, "Before we go, I need a hug or I’ll feel that 
you used me."

She gave a little girl’s giggle, then knelt beside the 
sofa next to my head and shoulders and leaned over and 
hugged me. 

I let her squeeze me and did not make a move. She 
tightened her squeezed. I still did not move or try to 
hug her back. She even caressed my arm and my back.

I stayed passive but did mange to sit up and finally 
got her to sit next to me on the sofa. She continued to 
hug me and then I hugged her back. I gave her a non-
sexual hug. The longer it went on, the more she 
squeezed and rubbed her arms and chest against me. 

I pulled her head next to mine and whispered in her 
ear. "Do you want to cum? You might need one as much as 
I did."

She answered much too quickly. "No. I can’t."

I continued to whisper, "I know you don’t want to fuck, 
but maybe you want to masturbate?" I stayed passive, 
not making any sexual moves on her.

She hugged me tighter. "I can’t do it in front of you." 
She held me tightly. 

Seconds went by, then she added, "I might want to do 
it, but I can’t."

I stroked her hair, caressed it as if it was her tits 
and legs. 

"Close your eyes. Trust me. I am not going to fuck you. 
I promise. You know me pretty good by now. But I can 
help you get off and I would love that you get off. 
Okay, close your eyes." I continued to caress her hair 
and when I pulled away to look at her face her eyes 
were closed. 

She said ever so softly, "I’m scared."

I needed to go slow. That I was sure. I took her left 
and hand and kissed the back of It. Then I moved 
closer, was able to get my cock next to her hand, and 
placed her hand on my deflated cock. I held her hand 
and fingers there until she grasped my soft cock and 
balls without my help. Her fingers where gentle and 
inquisitive. 

Then I laid her head on the sofa and guided her by the 
shoulders so that her ass was almost off the sofa. 

I said, "I already came so I won’t’ fuck you. Just 
gentle caresses. You deserve it for giving me so much 
pleasure when you watched me jerk-off. You know you 
gave me a great deal of pleasure. Don’t you Allison. 
That was the best cum I had in years."

She relaxed in my arms.

I looked her over and made my decision. Her skirt was 
relatively short and I leaned down and pointed my nose 
between her legs. 

With my mouth, I went straight between her legs to her 
panty-covered pussy. I planted one long kiss on her 
pink panties, as her aroma made with me dizzy, like in 
joyful delirium. Oh, that wonderful gift, the beautiful 
feminine pussy smell. 

She yelped, tried to push me off, and wiggled some. I 
heard, "I don’t know if this is a good I... a good 
idea... really, I’m not sure."

I held tight and kissed and licked at the juncture 
where her panties where wet and her pussy crack was. 

In seconds, she stopped resisting and her protests were 
no more.

It went slow. I was in no hurry. 

She made no protest when I pushed aside her panties at 
the crotch and let my chin, tongue and nose make 
contact with her womanhood. I licked, I slurped and I 
kissed her pussy lips. I kissed and lick until I wanted 
to put my head inside of her. When I lifted her ass to 
take off her panties, she was as eager as I to be 
relieved of them.

Her legs wrapped around my neck, her hands guided my 
head, and I worshipped her pussy, over and over. 

Allison began to sing. Well, they were moans, but it 
was music to my ears. 

Musical moans. No doubt about it. 

She ended up on the floor with my head between her legs 
and she came, and came. I rested my head on her thighs 
or stomach, then went back to soft kisses and then too 
forceful sucking. Her pussy kept on drenching my mouth 
with girl cum. 

Her hands held my head tight, firmly, as she humped 
until her orgasm subsided. 

When she rested, I wanted to see more, and removed her 
blouse and bra. She was naked except for her sneakers. 
Me, I took off my sweatshirt. 

I worked my way to her breasts, used my tongues and 
lips to adore them. She began singing again. If her 
nipples were little cocks she would be filling my mouth 
with buckets of feminine cum. 

When I turned her over on her stomach, she did so 
without protest. I kissed and licked her lower back and 
ass cheeks and between her legs. 

She began to sing. I worked my nose and tongue between 
her buns and licked and sucked at her asshole, and then 
moved to her pussy and slurped until I felt myself 
very, very hard. 

Then I went to her face and offered her my dick. I 
simply put my throbbing dick at her mouth. She began to 
lick, then suck and slurp and had my whole cock down 
her throat. I held and guided her head, but my cock was 
too hot to go slow. I let go a blast of cum in her 
mouth, and then another and another. She continued to 
suck and kiss my dick after it went soft. 

Then we held each other, arms and legs entwined. I 
looked at my watch. One hour had gone by since I 
arrived. My soft cock was between her legs and she 
rubbed her very wet pussy lips against my cock, as she 
enjoyed the sensations.

I said, "Do you think my wife will hate you any less if 
she finds out that you sucked me off and I licked your 
pussy and asshole and tits but did not fuck."

"Of course, you jest." Then she added, "But we don’t 
have time, do we?"

I pondered. "I got an idea. You can call Sally and ask 
her what happened to me. I hadn’t arrived at your home 
yet. That you expected me thirty minutes ago.’

She asked, "What will that prove, Gary?" she continued 
to rub her open pussy onto my soft cum soaked cock. 

I said, "My wife will call my cell phone and I’ll tell 
her I’m just leaving the donut shop and will pick you 
up and be back in 45 minutes or so."

Allison gave me a questioning look. Then said, "I want 
to feel you inside of me."

I explained, "We’ll have enough time if you do what I 
suggested. But don’t call her until you are calmed 
down. Don’t give her any clues. Think you can handle 
it?

I left the room to give her time to get it together, 
then Allison phoned my wife and it went as expected.

Allison came into the kitchen where I was waiting naked 
except for my shoes. She had my clothes and hers in her 
arm, and said, "I’ll put them in the dryer with two 
damp wash clothes and those dryer fresheners to get any 
sex smell off them."

I put on the radio to a country western music station. 
My cell phone rang and when I answered, my wife heard 
the music in the background. I told her I was caught up 
in the newspaper and was leaving immediately and if she 
wanted any donuts. 

She said, "Be polite, Gary. The only favor I ever ask 
of you. Be nice to my friends."

I quickly returned to the sofa and Allison was all over 
me. We went at each other’s body with renewed passion. 
We sixty-nined until I was cock hard, and she fingered 
my ass hole which I sort of disliked but then it felt 
okay.

Then we moved head to head and finally we kissed. We 
sucked each other’s tongues and mouths as if they were 
sex organs. We kissed like lovers. I entered her. We 
held steady, felt each other’s sex. Slowly we fucked 
and slowly she fucked me back until she began to sing 
again. Her cunt tightened over my cock and she came and 
came. 

I loved it all, the sounds, the smells, the wetness. 
When she quieted down, I took my cock out and went back 
down on her very wet, very juicy, very sweet pussy. I 
licked and gulped, and loved her taste, smell, and 
moans. I lifted up her legs, licked her asshole, and 
fingered her as she had fingered me. Then I rubbed my 
cock tip at her ass hole and began to push. 

She said, "Gary, if you want to do fuck me there, I’ll 
let you, but wait, let me kneel."

She got in a doggie position and I entered her puckered 
hole, inch by inch until I was able to move in and out 
and then she tightened her ass muscles and I erupted, 
over and over. When I finally got my cock out, there 
was a whooshing sound. I moved my face to where my cock 
was, and began to lick and kiss and suck away. 

We showered, brushed our teeth, as she was very 
specific that no sex smell be on me. 

My wife was waiting as I pulled into our driveway and 
came to my open car window. Allison gave a causal hi to 
my wife and a thank you to me and walked off to mingle 
with the other ladies. 

Then my wife kissed me and said, "What is that smell?"

"Crème de Lemon." I replied and handed her a half-
filled box of donuts. 

My wife said, "Too sugary for me." She blew me a kiss 
as I drove away. 

Then it was time to think. I knew Allison would want to 
do it again, and again. 

END

Author: Esperanza – email: cungy55@hotmail.com – Love 
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