Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Houseguest (MMF, wife, cheat)
Date: 8 Oct 1995 06:01:57 GMT

			    The Houseguest

	A message on the answering machine was the only notice of his
impending arrival. Less than twelve hours from now, Doug would be here
to stay for a mere forty-eight hours. She sighed heavily in
frustration. Twice before she had come on to him. The first time, many
years before, she had been soundly rejected. It had hurt her ego
pretty badly. The second was during a visit when he'd had surgery on
his shoulder. Can't really blame him for not being sexually
interested. He was is considerable pain. But she and Greg had
repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with. He was certainly
a fantasy of hers. Whether it would become a reality would be another
story.

	Of course, she'd had to work both evenings he was in town. As
they readied for bed the first night, Greg was telling her how he and
Doug had spent the evening in a bar, discussing a multitude of
subjects. They were longtime friends, having been on a ship together.
Neither had ever seen the other do anything sexually incorrect with
another woman, but they had a running joke about an incident where a
friend had sent away a girl from their room without even asking if it
was okay. Throughout the evening, Doug made reference to wishing the
girl had stayed, as well as other sexual topics. Greg had chuckled,
said "You never know", and made passionate love to me as if to be loud
enough for Doug to hear in the next room.

	The following evening, Greg and Doug had again hit a bar for
drinks and conversation. At some point in the conversation, Doug made
the comment that he wouldn't have a problem having sex with another
woman in this town, as he no longer lived here. He made it clear that
he was more than interested in me. I joined them at he bar, and the
sexual undertones were awesome. He eyed Greg warily, but did gently
touch my arms and knees while making a point. We returned to the house
and just sat and talked for several hours. As the conversation lagged,
Greg began to doze in the chair. With a shake, he stood and announced
he was going to bed and wished Doug a safe trip home. He was so
obviously tired that no one thought about it in the least. At first.

	The words literally stopped and we looked at each other. "Why
are we doing this?" I finally asked. "Because we're both a little
scared," he replied. I gestured, and he moved to my side On the couch.
"Silly," I said as leaned towards him. The gentle kiss I had intended
quickly became much more. The intensity flared as his hands began to
touch and caress my body. I moaned, arched my back, allowed him total
access to my still clothed body. We broke our kiss, only to have him
begin kissing my neck. I felt his hands slide beneath my shirt so I
leaned downward to aid his search for my breasts. My bra I had removed
earlier in the evening, so his fingers discovered my hardened nipples
and warm skin. He toyed with me, sliding and slipping his hands and
fingers over and around my body.

	Soon my shirt was gone as well. He glanced at the staircase
and we discussed going to the spare bedroom. He said he didn't want to
be near the children's rooms, so we retired to the family area.
Beneath a five by six foot, floor to ceiling window we began anew. His
mouth fastened on each nipple in turn. His shirt followed mine to the
floor. I tongued his nipples, sucking almost harshly. His response was
immediate and positive. He arched his back so that my mouth pulled his
nipples outward. My shorts and pantyhose were quickly discarded. My
pussy was on fire as his hands played with me, and in no time I was
sopping wet. His face descended and I gasped as his tongue worked it's
magic. "I want you to come for me," he said as he gazed up from my
pussy. He immediately returned his mouth and I moaned loudly. With
broad strokes and gentle flicks, his tongue drove me onward until at
last, I arched my back and cried out. My orgasm was overwhelming, an
electric arc!!! I ground my pubis into his mouth as a string of
orgasmic shaking took me.

	He stood, and I dropped his trousers and underwear to his
ankles. He kicked them off and I stroked his hardness. Thank you,
thank you. He wasn't immense, but his cock WAS a lovely specimen. I
darted my tongue across the head, tasting the pre-come gathered there.
I slowly encircled the crown with my lips, running my tongue around
the edge. He groaned as I lifted my lips and began to tongue the
underside from crown to balls. I stroked him very slowly as my saliva
lubricated him. My hand just slid as if greased, my fingers rotated
and twisted. I returned my lips to his cockhead, suddenly engulfing
the length (as best I could). I began to suck him, using my mouth like
a very tight pussy and my hands slipping and sliding. In a matter of
seconds, he pulled away. "Oh, no," he said with a gleam in his eye, "I
HAVE to fuck you." With that, he pushed me backward on the couch and
guided his hardness towards me.

	His cock's entrance gave off incredible sensations. I groaned
repeatedly as it slid within me. At last, I could feel his balls
against my asshole. It felt so good!!! So full!! He withdrew a bit,
and drove it home. I grunted in appreciation, pushing myself against
him to gain maximum depth. Again he stroked in and out. I felt my
orgasm rise rapidly. "This won't take me long," I thought to myself.
Suddenly he stopped. "I can't do that," he muttered, "the floor is
killing my knees."

	"I've got the cure," I said as I stretched out on the couch.
"Come here." He did. Lord did he. I came at least twice more as we
fucked. The moonlight blasting through the window gave constant
reminder that anyone who wanted could see me getting totally and
completely fucked. Could see me acting like a slut in heat. As my
second orgasm subsided, I had an evil thought. "God, I'm going to
wake Greg up when I go upstairs and make him eat my pussy and fuck me
again," I thought to myself.

	So I did. But that is another story.