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