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Upstairs
by Major Havoc (address withheld)
***
A husband on his own for a week succumbs to temptation
and falls into an affair with a stranger. (MF, cheat,
anal-play, toys)
***
My wife was out of town for the week, which left me
without much to do besides watching TV or catching the
basketball games on the radio. So when rush hour hit, I
headed to a nearby bar and sat at the rail to check out
the traffic, ordering a gin and tonic to pass the time.
It was an upscale crowd - yuppies, business men like
myself, you know the type.
As I swiveled my barstool around, getting a quick 360
of the clientele, I realized there was a woman sitting
next to me. A good-looking brunette in a well tailored
business suit. And unless I was very much mistaken, she
had been giving me the eye.
I turned around, and she was there all right, looking
at me with an expression I couldn't quite fathom.
"Rough day?" she asked, and I relaxed and moved into
the "office work" routine with half my mind while the
other half tried to figure what she was looking for.
She was friendly enough, and I tuned back into our
discussion just in time to hear myself recommend a
little Chinese place for dinner.
We ate at Yank Soo's in one of the booths overlooking
the river. Separate checks, of course. She told me
about life in the field of accounting and how hard it
was for a woman to get ahead in a male-dominated area.
We talked about college and career, and found a mutual
interest in old jazz. Turns out she had some early Blue
Note disks I had been looking for, for years, so I
asked about taping them for my collection and she
invited me to come over and give them a listen first.
Her "little place" was a Victorian brownstone in one of
the more expensive neighborhoods. I pulled into the
second bay of the two-car garage since it looked like
rain. She showed me into the music room as she went to
fix something to drink. I was impressed - her jazz
collection was something incredible, from rare Bird to
just about every Monk album ever released.
I found the records we had discussed and put one on the
turntable, then sat on the couch and listened. Cool,
sweet, jazz - I closed my eyes and drank in the sound.
At some point in the first track she put a drink in my
hand, and I sipped as I listened.
The first track ended, and I opened my eyes to see her
beside me on the couch. Somehow, taking her in my arms
was the easiest thing to do, and when the second track
began we just naturally rose to start dancing. Her
hands drifted down to the base of my spine, and I
became aware of the points of her breasts through the
silk blouse she wore.
We turned so she was dancing with her back to me,
moving her hips back into mine. I cupped her breasts,
and heard her sigh as she leaned into me. She turned
around, and as our dance went on she unbuttoned my
shirt, then removed it and my jacket. Next to go was
her jacket and blouse, and we danced through the next
solo with her hands inside the back of my pants.
"Come upstairs," she breathed, running one hand between
my legs, and I didn't have the will to resist her. She
unfastened my pants there in the music room, leaving me
in shorts alone, took off her bra, and kissed me long
and deep, my hands roaming over her back and down
farther. She led me up the stairs, one hand in my
shorts, and opened the door to her bedroom.
There was a large bed there, a music system equal to
the one downstairs, and a low metal Sixties-style bench
with a fur seat by a curtained wall. She asked me to
sit on the bench, and as the music from downstairs
continued, used her own fingers to bring her nipples
into proud erection. "Kiss me," she said, offering a
ripe tit, and I cooperated, drawing it into my mouth
with lips and tongue. "Harder," she moaned, and I used
my teeth and tongue, feeling it become stiff and
swollen. She pulled away, then offered the other breast
for the same treatment. She pulled away this time, her
face - indeed her whole upper body - was flushed. She
beckoned with one finger, and I came to her to slip her
skirt off, revealing a black pair of crotchless-
panties. I slipped a finger between her thighs, finding
that she was already warm and wet.
She asked me to turn around, so I did so, facing the
bench and wall as she dragged my shorts down, my penis
spring free to smack audibly against my belly. I felt
her hands move down my legs, and then a clicking sound.
I looked down to realize that she had just fastened a
set of fur-lined cuffs around my ankles and snapped
them to the bottom legs of the bench.
She pushed me forward, and as I fell she grabbed one
arm, then the other, fastening them similarly to the
other end. I began to appreciate the design of the
bench in a different light now. The seat of the bench
ran from just below my neck to just above my waist,
then the bench legs went out at an angle, leaving me
open to the air from the belly button to mid-thigh. I
couldn't see what she was doing, but I could still
smell her private aroma, and that maintained my
flagging erection.
She slid a footstool beneath my chin, lifting my head
so I could see the slit in her panties and smell the
juices that were already gathered there. As she slid
forward, I stretched my tongue out to meet her, finding
her hot and wet inside. She gripped my head as I kissed
and licked, and ran trails with her nails around my
ears, the back of my neck, my armpits, each nail
leaving a trace I could feel as clearly as reading a
map.
I felt something toying with the head of my penis --
she had stretched her legs and gripped me with her
toes. Now she pulled slightly away from my face, and I
had to stretch my head and tongue to reach her, as she
braced her hands on my shoulders and began working me
with her feet. I could not hold off, but as I began to
shoot I felt her begin her own spasms around my tongue.
She bent her knee, bringing one foot onto the stool,
her toes between my face and her pussy. "Suck," she
commanded, and despite some misgivings I did, mingling
the acrid taste of my own fluid with the heavy smell of
her juices. She buried my face inside her pussy again,
and I licked and nibbled until she was satisfied. She
arose, moving to my nether end, and I heard a buzzing
sound, then felt a vibrator moving over my thighs,
between my legs, between my cheeks.
She parted my cheeks and I felt her finger work its way
into the opening there, moving in and out until I
relaxed. Then her finger was replaced by something
thicker that went in until my muscles clamped around a
narrow portion. She ran the vibrator over the end of
the plug, and the sensation was so intense, that to my
surprise I found myself becoming erect again.
She unhooked the cuffs from the bench, and helped me to
stand erect, taking me in a full body kiss, tongues
fighting for space, then sliding slowly down my body to
taste and tease my nipples as I cupped and squeezed her
full breasts. Each move I made caused the plug to
wiggle, making my erection bob and jerk against her.
"Poor baby, we've been neglecting you," she said, and
sank to her knees to engulf me in the moist cavern of
her mouth.
I closed my eyes and stroked her fine hair as her
tongue and lips worked their magic on me, all the while
her fingers were pinching, caressing and stroking my
thighs, cheeks, genitals. My breath was coming ragged
as she held me on the edge of erupting.
She pulled away, holding me in her hand as she led me
to a curtained wall, then drew the curtain aside to
reveal a large metal frame with D-rings at the corners.
She backed me up and attached my feet to the corners,
spreading my legs to do so, then kissed and licked her
way up my body, finally lifting my arms and hooking
their cuffs to the top corners of the frame. By now she
was riding on top of me, rubbing her labia around my
aching member, her breasts hot against my chest.
She moved her head down to kiss and worry my nipple,
then made me gasp as she clipped something to it. She
repeated the treatment on my other nipple, then slid
down and wrapped her breasts around my erection, bring
it up harder (if possible). Now she attached some sort
of clamp to the skin just below the head, with a weight
attached to the clamp. The weight magnified every
movement I make. As she stepped away from the frame, my
attention wavered between the growing pain at my
nipples, the constant reminder of the anal plug, and
the self-jerking action of my cock. Her face was
radiant as she watched me quiver.
She asked me, "What would you like first?" but I could
not give her an answer. Remove the clips? Take me into
her mouth? Unhook my arms? She chuckled at my
indecision, then went to the side of the frame,
unhooked a bar, and swung the frame out, now
perpendicular to the wall. "You'll like this, I think,"
she said, scraping her nails up my ass cheeks, wiggling
the plug to draw a low moan from me. She took the
weight and fastened it to the anal plug, so every
motion I made was now reflected.
I heard her step away, then I could not hear her at
all. My nipples felt on fire, and all the squirming I
could manage in that frame would not budge them. But
all that movement did shake the weight and move the
plug, making my aching erection harder. Where did she
go? I began to worry how long she was going to leave me
and finally yelled, "Hello? Where are you?"
I got my answer as my ass exploded in pain. Whack!
Whack! She had re-entered the room quietly and now was
strapping my ass. I cried out from the shock, her only
response more laughter. Every jolt of the strap seemed
to run from the base of my ass cheeks to the head of my
erection.
When she finally stopped the spanking, I thanked her in
relief, asking what she wanted from me. "Aren't you
enjoying yourself?," she answered, "Oh, silly me, you
have all these tight muscles that need to be loosened."
She began stroking my ass, her palms cool relief
against my abused flesh.
She started moving the anal plug in and out, fucking my
ass with it while the attached weight pulled my cock up
and down in return. The sensations finally overwhelmed
me, and without her ever touching my cock directly I
came, long and hard, in spasm after spasm, her fingers
continuing to move until I was slumped boneless in the
frame. I barely whimpered at the pain when she removed
the clips, then released me from the frame.
Eventually I gathered the strength to get dressed - she
had done so already and had coffee brewing down in the
kitchen. We shared a cup together in silence. As I got
up to leave, she said "We really must get together
again." The thought was tempting, but thinking of my
wife, I declined. "No, I really think we must" she said
more firmly, and handed me a photograph.
I hadn't noticed a camera at the time, but the
photograph was clearly recognizable as me, naked in the
frame, nipples clipped, face locked in a rectus of
pleasure, strands of semen flying in the air. "I have
your number," she said as I left.
I think she does.
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. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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