The Wedding Guests - Closed for Wickedpen

[Homerun2611]

The private plane left Minneapolis an hour ago, and traveling at almost 600 MPH at 55,000 feet, they should land in Palm Springs in just over two hours more.

I am Rebecca “Becky” Johnson, I looked over my shoulder and saw the “happy couple” sitting on the couch, laughing with a few other execs of the company, and some friends all invited to the wedding.

Jamie Oakton, my Chief Operating Officer, as well as, my heir apparent, should I ever step down as President, was getting married. The wedding was at his beautiful vacation home in Palm Springs, overseeing the spectacular PGA West Stadium course. I had volunteered my, well the Company’s plane to bring the Minnesota based guests and members of the wedding party.

I liked Jamie, we were close. I thrived in a man's world, using my brains and I must admit my looks, to gain advantage, and it was nice to have a lieutenant beside me I truly trusted when I went to battle in the boys club that was Wall Street and Corporate Finance. With Jamie, I could let my hair down, be a woman, even show moments of vulnerability, and never worry it would boomerang back and cost me.

I looked at the young 28 year old bride to be, and shook my head. This would be what, number for or five, and I was confident this wouldn’t be the last. Jamie always explained away the failures on the young women, his personal kryptonite, however, as I had enjoyed Jamie between my legs only 24 hours earlier, and as he had enjoyed me, I knew the insatiable sexual appetite of the man, and the young girl didn’t stand a chance.

However at this moment my thoughts were on another man, Rick. As Jamie explained him, they were running mates, with kindred souls. Brothers from another Mother. Jamie had arranged a beautiful four bedroom house, I would be sharing just a half mile down from the bride and groom’s place. There were two other couples, one our CFO and his wife, the second a long time friend of Jamie’s, a scratch golfer and big time gambler, with an upscale, beautiful but conservatively raised wife, who knew a mere fraction of her husband’s relentless debauchery.

And then there was Rick. He was an Investment Banker in Boston. I had heard the absurd story of how they met through a group of friends, young Turks raising hell, on a flight to Vegas when they were 21 or 22. I had heard lots of stories that sounded as much like Penthouse Forum letters as possibly being true. However, I also knew Jamie and had a feeling it was all legit. Supposedly, although he had been married many years, Rick and Jamie had run hard up until 6-7 years ago, easily separating love and sex, and casually leaving their vows packed in their suitcase until they arrived back home from their various escapades

“So is this a set-up?” I asked, unsure if I really liked the sound of that or not. “I think he is a pretty good boy now, and if he wasn’t I would know.” Rick and Jamie held no secrets from each other, and these men held secrets from everyone. They were their one harbor of nonjudgmental, unconditional friendship. If they were in trouble, real trouble, and only had one call, it would be to each other. The trust was beyond question.

Becky had been sucking Jamie’s cock when he had texted Rick the weekend agenda and room accommodations in the luxury home. He got back a single response, not thanks, not looking forward to seeing you, but the cutting to the chase between men who knew each other so well, “Is she hot?” Jamie showed me, and I stood up, letting his eyes feast on my dark, silver hair, my sculpted and toned body, nicely muscled and defined legs, arms, ass and abs, my slightly enhanced tits and my smooth, youthful looking mound. Some necessary plastic surgery had removed all evidence of child bearing, and my perfectly waxed mound, manicured nails, pedicured toes, and all body sprayed on tan showed a woman who was, if I do say so myself, spectacular, head to toe, inside and out. I knew I was a specimen, 8-10 hours per week with Joseph, my personal trainer, in my own gym, kept me that way. Professionally, you could read my bio annually in Forbes.

I took his phone, “Yeah, I guess she’s all right, but remember she’s older than us, why?” I showed the response to Jamie who almost doubled over in laughter before I hit send. The answer came back quick, as intellectually honest, confident and self aware as I somehow imagined him, “Well, a dog always has to sniff!” Jamie laughed, "that’s my boy."

But now here I sat, as powerful as most any woman in America, President of one of the top 6 banks in the U.S., my pussy wet, my nipples hard, and one thought on my brain, ‘if the married dog with the impressive pedigree did want to sniff, did I want to be his bitch?’ I laughed silently at the vulgar metaphor, but it also made me hot. I had probably made too much of this, he was seemingly now happily married and a recovering womanizer. Did I really want to encourage him 'off the wagon'?

And now we were a mere hour out of Palm Springs, beginning a prolonged descent...

 

[wickedpen]

"Jack rocks" I asked the bartender in the Gold Crown Sky Lounge my VIP status afforded me as I waited for the commercial flight to Palm Springs for Jaime's wedding. Jaime's forth wedding. He is my best friend that I am mostly forbidden from seeing as my wife knows of some of what we used to get into. It was the Feds investigating our land deals that brought down her hammer. It was Jaime or here and although I loved Jaime, he was not my type on a cold night in Boston.

"This times the charm!" he had told me as his boss as licking his balls. I shook my head as I watched the planes out the windows on one side and turned to watch the stewardesses out the other.

"Down boy" I laughed to myself as I felt the old stir of my cock in my pants. "We don't do those any more., remember?" I thought to myself as I took a long draw on the whiskey. This weekend should be fun without the extra curricular. As if scripted my phone buzzed and my wife's picture appeared. She told me to have a good time, but not too good. My wife, Karen, was a wonderful woman with the patience of a saint, temper of a blue blood Boston bred Irish red head and the memory of an elephant. If she were not so strong, gorgeous and clever "I might have left her for one of those" I thought as a Norwegian Air barely legal stewardess walked by with a smile and a tremendously hot body for me. "She might be the end of me" I thought as I turned watching her wiggle by pulling her small suitcase in her tight navy skirt.

I boarded the flight and settled in to first class with a mature, over forty, cabin mistress who brought me a second Jack and a nice view down her uniform as she leaned over to serve me with a name tag that read "Margie". My cock was already hard and I had not even left the ground. "How am I going to be a good boy on this trip?" I thought.

I looked at the itinerary Jaime had texted me, after telling me this one was the "charm." I was staying in a house with his boss and that was not by accident. I knew Jaime had been fucking his boss and everybody else he could get to spread their legs or lips since he was twelve. The man was a legend and I was right there with him, for many of the best years. If he was setting me up like this it must be something special. There went my little head thinking for my big head. I did look at the pic he sent me of Rebecca. Taken as she was crawling into bed with him. She was exceptional for her age, both physically and professionally. Could be an advantageous partner, both heads began to get into sync and that was a problem, a big problem.

The third Jack relaxed me and Margie tucked me in and I slept until we got to Palm Springs. I awoke to Margie with a warm towel and a errant hand across my blanketed lap.

"I have a lay over tonight" she said as she dropped a napkin with her number on it. I smiled but if this dog is going to hunt it will be for bigger prey than her. I took the napkin and tucked it in my pocket being sure to discard it before I went home, or my wife would discard me.

The driver was standing with a sign "Rick" which I recognized as Jaime's shorthand for we are alpha dogs and don't need sir names. I laughed and felt that testosterone start to flood my body, just seeing the sign. I had been domesticated over these past years. Was I still the alpha dog, leader of the pack? I laughed and gave my bag to Jimmy, the driver.

We arrived at the amazing glass house on the famous golf course just before sunset. I got out and tried to pay the driver. He refused my money and even my tip.

"It's all taken care of sire. Have a great weekend, I will see you Sunday. Good luck." he said and drove off into he sunset. I picked up my leather bag and walked to the door. It was open so I walked in feeling like I had just won the Superbowl and it was time to celebrate.

 

[Homerun2611]

There were three limos ready to take the guests to their respective locations, I was with my CFO, and Ron, Jamie's golf and gambling buddy, and their wives. I felt like a bit of a fifth wheel, I must admit, although in looking how not only Ron, but my subordinate looked at me, it was more their wives who the men were ignoring. Wearing an attractive sundress, white with bright flowers, no nylons, and matching orchid colored high heels and lipstick, the men watched my every move.

I remembered some tough Board meetings when I would be delivering less than stellar news and remember joking with Jamie, "olay, this is a leather skirt and low cut leopard print blouse day, with black stilettos, black stockings and garters just in case. Basically men are easy, older men are easier, desperate for a tease and the feeling of their old cocks twinging, I could feel their eyes on my ass, as they adjusted and smiled in their seats. Yes, men were easy, if my body was talking to their cocks, the big head willingly followed.

I could barely hide my smile at the men's reactions, but was disappointed when our car pulled up to our house and "my partner" for lack of a better term had not arrived. it was 5, the sun would set at 7, and we were all to be at Jamie's for cocktails, heavy hors d'oeuvres and dancing or even swimming at 8. I had decided I would likely skip the larger swimming event, but as the temperature broached 100 at 4 PM, I slipped into my suit, a two piece number, nothing too revealing, but sexy in the way it held my breasts and framed my hips and abs, and a sarong that I quickly discarded to enjoy the sun. The pool was beautiful as was the house, modern but with a nice flair, lots of marble and flagstone, perfect for the desert climate. With a margarita that the full time staff whipped up, I went outside to relax.

I don't care what they say about dry heat, 100 is hot, and my skin glistened with perspiration. I found myself constantly checking my watch, as if I was waiting for a date. Why I was so curious I don't know, God knows I could have all the suitors I wanted if I let my interest be known. I finally took a dip in the pool feeling some of at least the external heat release. It was probably just enough time to get ready, but as I walked in the sliding doors I heard the front door open. Soaking wet and glistening was not what I intended, but I am sure it mad a striking intro, I walked toward the handsome man, I could feel his self control to not pan up and down my wet body, or perhaps, although doubtful, he wasn't interested. "Hi, I'm Becky and you must be Rick" I did gasp, just a touch, but it wasn't the strong hand extended, or the electricity the touch elicited, no it was the deep blue eyes, I found myself just staring, thinking how much I would like to be swimming in those.

 

[wickedpen]

"I see you started with out me, I will have to catch up" I said with a smile as Becky introduced herself. Her physical presence was introduction enough but her tone and ease was enchanting. "You must be the magical princess of this glass box castle I presume?" I said with a smile as I bowed and took in her gorgeous glistening abs, nicely slung breasts and legs, oh what legs. I regained my upright posture now accompanied by my small head having risen to the sight.

"I am Rick, I guess Jaime may have mentioned me?" I said with a devilish smile, "it's all lies. whatever he said, I can attest to none of it." I quickly went with a humorous denial of what I knew to be a long and open relationship between them.

Eyeing the margarita she held in her hands, with the salt cleared from half the rim, I could only imagine the pleasure that glass got from that tongue and those hands. "Any more where that came from?" I said nodding towards the margarita or her chest depending on ones interpretation. I was all in on the cleavage but others, perhaps church tethered straight women may have seen the glass.

Her smile was amused and her stance casual as she sized me up. I rarely met women who were confident enough in a social situation, especially soaking wet and dripping on the marble floor, to make me feel like prey instead of predator.

"Jaime has a cocktail party planned for tonight, if I remember from his text, although I was quite occupied with the pic he had sent moments earlier" I said with a knowing smile. "You don't have an older sister cause the woman he texted looked so much like you but you are so much younger in person?" I said working the flattery.

It was either the air conditioning or my studly self but her high beams were bright and undeniable. "So where are the bedrooms? I assume there is more than one? If not, no worries I am man enough for the couch..." I said bringing another smile to her face. God she was amazing and I soon realized everything Jaime said about her was not simply conquest bragging, but honest and jealous attraction. I also saw why Jaime could never be with her publicly. She was sophisticated and respectful and Jaime was a dog, an alpha but a dog none the less.

I held out my arm and asked "May I escort you to your room ma lady?" with my prize winning, deal making smile. Of course just as I am ready to close the deal and give this woman my best offerings as a man, my phone started ringing and a waitress appeared to escort me to my room or get me a drink.

I looked at my phone and "Karen" was on the screen. "Excuse me" I said politely and a little embarrassed as I stepped away to answer my wife's call.

 

[Homerun2611]

I knew I looked good, orgasmically good. In their heart, or souls, wherever fantasy lingers and festers most furtive, what man doesn't want their woman dripping wet for him, and as I stood there, thinking about the stories I had heard of this man, my pussing was quckly surpassing the wetness o my skin, dripping idly on the Italian marble floor. "Would you like a towel madam?" the young woman came up, trying to keep me comfortable. "No, I'm good, don't you think Rick...I'm good that is." I laughed and turned, letting him gaze at the ass that he would likely go up and jerk himself off to, before we headed out. I knew he loved to take women anally, lube them up and enjoy their tightest and most forbidden hole, so I spread my legs just slightly wider than shoulder width as I leaned over the bar and grabbed a margarita glass. I considered licking the rim before applying the salt for him, but realized that was too outlandish even for me, and certainly within the first five minutes of meeting.

The bartend on staff could have easily taken care of the drink, but he was enjoying my show as much as I was confident Rick was. It is so easy to turn men's lust to your favor, and no one knew how to do that any better than I. A talent forged in a world of high finance where political correctness was still somewhere circa 1980.

"Here you go...I assume this is what you wanted to taste?" I pushed my breasts out just a touch, fully aware of how erect my nipples were, and playing to his naughty tongue currently licking his lips and the naughtier mind I knew lay behind it.

"May I escort you to your room ma lady?" and I smiled, Rick was different than Jeff, slightly less hunky with a brutish sexuality, he was sleeker, more refined and much less intimidated by my status. It set me back on my heels a bit, 'so who are you exactly Mr. Harris? I am intrigued, I think' I thought as we were quiet for a second, our eyes consummating their own mating dance. He was refined, like I was, comfortable with silence to knock your adversary or target out of their comfort zone, we were like too old master swordsman, walking in a slow circle, eyes on each other, neither wanting to seed advantage with a premature or uncalculated move.

As I started to extend my hand for his offered escort, I winked "I also heard you sometimes go by Walker, or does that not apply unless I am a stewardess?" I saw his eyes flash, she knew he must think. Jamie had told me of their first meeting, randomly seated together on a flight to Vegas, they were 21 or 22, and full of themselves. They hit it off on the Southwest flight immediately and three drinks later were unabashedly flirting with the stewardess. These were the good old days, when Southwest hired almost exclusively on looks and personality, and the girls had fun with the flirtatious twosome. "So what is your name?" The young blonde blue eyed girl asked as she bent over their two seats, letting them enjoy the view. "Walker Lambiott", Rick piped up and Jamie almost spit out his beer. Walker Lambiott was a random power forward on the Northwestern basketball team. Jamie then responded, "Johnnie Dawkins" an all american african american guard from Duke. "Well Walker and Johnnie, Tiffany over there..." and she pointed to the hot little brunette in the mini dress and white boots that was their uniform then, "...is getting married in two weeks, and we, and and a few other girls who are flying in a bit later are throwing her a bachelorette party, and we...well we'd like to invite you to come along?" The two of them looked at each other incredulously, not believing their good fortune. They barely knew each other, just having met 20 minutes before they boarded, but both knew not to pass up this once in a lifetime offer. So when they landed, as their buddies went one way, they went the other. They never checked in to their place, instead spending the weekend, eating, dancing and fucking any of the women who were anxious to hang part of their anatomy on them. Every great friendship tends to have a pinnacle bonding moment, that was theirs, and lifelong blood brothership was formed.

He didn't get a chance to respond, and I was curious if his story would completely jibe with Jamie's but the look alone let me know that there was at least some large kernel of truth to it.
Suddenly his phone rang and I saw the screen and chuckled, "saved by the wife I guess...seems I will go shower by my lonesome...we should leave in 45". I took my hand back and watched as he composed himself before answering...she was probably going to tell him about the boys, or some issues with the gardening staff...and as he transitioned back into husband and Dad mode, I went upstairs. I needed a nice hot shower, and I had a bit of relieving to do myself....

 

[wickedpen]

"Holy shit!" I thought although my poker skills kept my face from giving up the fact that Jaime had obviously told her quite a but about us. "Did he tell her about ....? never mind" I thought as she put on a show my little head could not but perk up further for. I was ready to whisk this older, wiser and super sexy woman to her bed when, as though her spidey sense was tingling, my lovely wife called.

I turned away excusing myself and you could audibly hear the air leave the room.

"Hello Dear" I said as cheerfully as I could glancing back at Becky's fine ass move elegantly up the stairs with the other men in the room. I could hardly concentrate on her call as Becky had flipped some switches I had not allowed to be flipped in a long time. I grabbed the drink and walked upstairs as the little maid wiggled her way in front of me to a door at the end of the hall. She opened it and let me brush by her full endowments before closing the door quickly. I dropped my bag and sipped the margarita and let my wife finish explaining her day as I looked out over the pool and then down to the gorgeous fairway.

"Uh uhh I love you too, bye" I said and dropped the phone on the night table next to the drink and laid on the bed looking out the wall of windows. I reached down and rubbed my cock still semi hard from my brush with Becky earlier.

"I may have a mission for you yet" I said to my little head. He immediately popped up and I opened my fly and pulled him out for a little stroke. I could hear the shower next door and imagined Becky in there. It sounded like she pounded the wall and I was fully engaged stroking my shaft. Visions of her leaning against the wall, slamming her fist as her other hand worked her clit with images of me behind her pounding her in her head. I was nearly there when there was a knock at the door. I quickly covered up and said "come on." It was the little maid with some towels. She was a beautiful Hispanic girl. Had Becky not already captured my imagination she would have been imagined at the end of my fist.

"Thank you" I said as she set them on the table.

"The limo leaves in thirty minutes for the party" she said in a barely noticeable accent. I smiled as she left and the sounds from the wall had stopped. The moment was gone, but not forgotten as I quickly showered and dressed in a light blue golf shirt and khaki slacks. I opened my door as Becky did. I smiled at her.

I held out my arm to escort her and said "since I did not get the privileged coming up, maybe going down will be more agreeable?" She paused at my possibly crude language but could not object without either being a prude or having her mind in the gutter, where I knew we all preferred to be.

She smelled amazing and looked even better. I immediately realized I should have finished what the little maid interrupted, as my arousal became immediately apparent, to me at least.

 

[Homerun2611]

I knew he was watching my ass as I walked away. I wondered how long it would take until he heard, let alone remembered a single thing his wife said. How things had changed. Two years ago, I was that wife, successful in my own right, married to a successful man, trying to manage the transactional things husbands and wives discuss to keep the family working smoothly. I hated women like me. A woman unburdened by all the shit that was my life. A woman who could purely focus on the play,,the seduction of my husband, a task that for most men finds a most wanting and willing target. Who didn’t want to leave all the finances, frustrations and headache of day to day living behind and go for that first time kiss, the electricity of the first touch or the wanton eroticism of a great fuck! I should feel bad, but I don’t, we aren’t really hurting anyone. If I move ahead, I don’t want to steal him, just borrow, and return him considerably happier than when he left.

Hot from our initial flirting, the hot water felt good, the handheld pulsating shower, strategically angled at my pussy felt better. My second orgasm had me pounding the walls and moaning his name. Masturbation is so much more fun when you visualize a real person. I dressed in a bright red dress, tight on the skirt, the hem three inches above the knee, a small slit in the middle of the back. The top was a halter in design, the style showed substantial cleavage and my nicely sculpted bare shoulders. Both my scrappy sandals with four inch heels and my lipstick matched the dress perfectly, my hair slicked back away from my face, my eyes dark, my skin daily tanned, I knew I looked damned fine. As Rick and I bumped into each other walking out of our rooms, his look said it all, panning up and down, smiling...I was smoking!!

He held out his arm, and again, I noticed the confidence and surety of his every movement, "since I did not get the privileged coming up, maybe going down will be more agreeable?" I laughed at the crude double entendre, and I had every ability to be as bawdy as anyone it was a virtual must in my career, “oh I’d much rather get your assistance going down...after all now I am in heels and a short dress, imagine the spectacle” I winked and followed him out to the limo. His eyes almost burned a hole in my leg as as he watched me step in and slide around my legs. “Is there something wrong, you appear to be staring, is there a run in my hose...wait that can’t be, I’m not wearing anything tonight”.

I did not say anything more, instead I chuckled as Ron’s wife gave her husband a punch in the shoulder for leering even longer than Rick. Everyone was nicely dressed and it looked like it would be a fun evening. As we rode and talked, I slid my hand on Rick’s thigh. I turned to hi and saw the look, “How was your call, is everything okay at home?”

 

[wickedpen]

Taking Becky in was both a pleasure and deeply disturbing. My wife's voice still echoing in my ear, but slightly drowned by the pounding on the wall from my red menace. Her mention of spectacle did what she intended and extended my boxers uncomfortably. We walked and I inhaled in her perfume, both sprayed on and her natural pheromones. This creature was unique in a high finance world of beautiful women and powerful men, she was both beautiful and powerful. Her body echoed this as her muscular shoulders brought a wobble to my knees as she stepped into the limo. Then to try and redirect my attention which was already uncomfortable I looked down as her legs opened as she slid into the leather seat. I felt like a starving man offered steak he could never have.

She, never missing a trick, said . “Is there something wrong, you appear to be staring, is there a run in my hose...wait that can’t be, I’m not wearing anything tonight”. Her smile, more of a smirk knew she had me hooked. She was letting me run but knew at any moment she could lean back into it and set that hook deep and hard.

"Nothing wrong at all" I said smiling back at her like a valet hoping to carry her bag. "Jesus Rick get a hold of yourself. This piece of ass wants dick like every other bitch. Stop licking her boots!" my testosterone fueled ego grabbed me by the short hairs and set me back on track. I slid in next to her and greeted the others and shook hands and made small talk. I felt back on my game. I had take a few jabs but was back on my toes and starting to dance.

Then the roundhouse I never saw coming. She set it up with a feint of her hand on my thigh which set me on high alert. Then the right from behind her back, “How was your call, is everything okay at home?”

"Oh yeah, nothing important. just making sure I managed to get here without getting lost or distracted" I answered with a glance down her gorgeous neck to her perfect cleavage. I managed to keep my feet but had to shake the cobwebs.

"Counter Rick Counter!" my fight managing ego cried from the corner.

"And your husband? Will he be joining us?" I said knowing she had signed the final papers on her divorce recently after a blood bath of anger rage and worst of all, greed. I looked in her eye as two alphas met, equal but unwilling to admit it.

Ron interjected to diffuse the tension he knew from the stiffness now in both our spines and clear energy between us. "Some place Jaime got us huh?" Ron said. His wife echoing his sentiment, "gosh it is beautiful. Almost makes me want to give up the gold coast." in her less than affluent Midwestern accent.

"Now don't go getting any crazy ideas honey" Ron said with a smile.

I turned from Becky reluctantly,, had we been alone we might have found out who deserved to be on top, to Regina, Ron's wife who was well kept for a first wife and must be something in the sack to have held on to Ron this long. I smiled as her nipples showed an attraction to the scene of be and Rebecca or the limo air conditioning was blowing on her. Her green eyes sparkled as I looked into her eyes and said "it's nice down here but the restaurants are nothing compared to Chicago and there is nothing like a night on Lake Michigan in August." Her hand went to her throat as my energy transferred her to that place married women forget about. That place when a man's sexual charge is focused on them.

"Wouldn't you agree Rebecca?" I said turning back to my seat mate. "I bet you have taken some midnight cruises on the lake, no? The way the waves can rock you, so nice to sleep out there under the stars." I said letting my eyes subtly run down her before she answered.

 

[Homerun2611]

God damn this was fun. He was the man Jamie had alluded to and more. He had taken my shot, and not blinked, not willing to give me the satisfaction of seeing him truly uncomfortable and off balance. I loved it, he was a man worth engaging, and my nipples got hard and I needed to recross my legs, in my own form of a tip of my cap to his valor. I was glad I had chosen to not wear panties tonight, as the wetness sliding down my thighs caught the cool breeze of the limo’s AC.

I was sure he wanted me, his eyes got lost in my cleavage a bit too long, and the quick but nearly constant peaks at my long, smooth tan legs, amply displayed as my skirt roused u, had his tent fully raised.

He tried a diversionary tact, just after Ron tried to be the cooler in a room that was getting so deliciously overheated. Regina was vapid in Becky’s eyes, an ornament on Ron’s arm when he needed it. However, she didn’t know the real story, no one did. I enjoyed watching her exchange with Rick. As Ron couldn’t have cared less, in her own way Regina threw herself at the man, it was fun to watch how quickly he got her to mentally submit, like a big game hunter warming up with sporting clays, before going to bag a grizzly.

Rick finally trained his attention on the true prize, "Wouldn't you agree Rebecca?..I bet you have taken some midnight cruises on the lake, no? The way the waves can rock you, so nice to sleep out there under the stars." I smiled and looked at him, “of course summer sails are nice and soothing, but for me, I love the power of the big lake. Just before a storm, I love how the waves pound and pound you, tossing you in it’s strong grip, you lose all sense of where you are or where you’re goin, just gripping tight hoping to survive the ride it is taking you on..my God that is an adrenaline rush isn’t it!” I looked around the car at the open mouths, all except his, his eyes twinkling, his mouth in a smirk.

The ride was entertaining but soon over as we pulled up to Jamie’s beautiful house adorned in gas light torches. The party was held out by the large pool. Hor dourves of chilled crab claws and shrimp, and beef tenderloin sliders made for a tasty meal. A lovely jazz combo played in the far corner and slowly but surely couples made their way to dance to the slow smoky jazz.

I watched Rick, and knew that he knew almost no one. Yet he worked the room, making small talk and somehow sharing inside jokes with people he had no prior history with. It was an interesting show by a man who had clearly spent far too much time at cocktail parties seducing men and women alike to be clients or friends or whatever suited his purposes at the moment. The only one better I had seen first hand was...ME. The men came with extra drinks or amusing antecdotes they wanted to share, and I gave them just the right laugh, wink or hair flip to leave them hard and wanting more.

Feeling I had given enough of myself to others, I found him at the bar ordering Chevis on the rocks, “Make that two”, I smiled, “Nice band isn’t it... rumor has it you’re quite the dancer?”

 

[wickedpen]

Hearing her voice brought a smile to my lips and pulse to my pants.

"Becky my girl" I said turning to face the diamond in this rough. "Dancer? Me? Who told you that?" I said playing coy. "Perhaps, back in the day, it's been a while..." I said as my eyes had time to scan her obscene features as she smiled at the barman.

"I imagine you have a hard time finding a partner with moves to follow on a dance floor?" I said giving myself license to drink her in as I drank my scotch.

"I could try but might leave you in the stormy skies on a boat you are unfamiliar with?" I said drawing from the erotic chit chat she had stunned some of our limo mates with. I drained my scotch and held out my hand for her to take as an escort to the area in front of the quartet.

We walked calmly like confident matadors presenting the cape. The band was playing some slow nonsense as Jaime had no taste in Jazz and his fiance was unaware of it as music.

I snapped my fingers and looked at the saxophone player, who was clearly the leader and said "something with the life, some jazz..." I said turning to Becky and smiling. The band quickly transitioned as though this movie's plot was taking a high speed turn. The drummer came alive as the bassist joined in dancing duet with backbone then the keyboard brought up the middle and the leader began to fly over the whole party.

I took Becky and spun and twirled and she was certainly no stranger to dance. We kept pace with each other, drawing eyes as the band played on. Our bodies met hands and hands met body as we moved in perfect rhythm with the band. Together we all seemed in sync in one of those moments when time stops and all of use were in the flow of life, all one and all separate, like good jazz, we danced and at the end, maybe ten or fifteen minutes later the party applauded. I held Becky as we both caught our breath beaming with that afterglow, and we still had our clothes on. The band even clapped for us. We clapped for them in return.

"Note to self, make sure Jaime tips the band and extra grand" I thought as I led Becky back to our drinks and other attempted to dance in our place.

"You are an outstanding partner" I said with a big smile and a glow of perspiration on my face. "I have not had a dance like that in a while" I said giddy with that feeling. Like a game winning shot or a racehorse you bet on coming in first. And I was sitting with that prize mare knowing there was little chance we were not sharing that shower tonight.

 

[Homerun2611]

I had a sheen on my body and a smile on my face, Rick had spun me and twirled me, bent me back, then snapped me into position. All I could think was, I’ve never met a great dancer who wasn’t terrific in bed. We smiled and laughed and even gave a little bow to the applause. He had even directed the band, who, once left with a slower group was requested to slow it down.

“So is that how it works for you, if you don’t like the game you’re playing you change the rules?” I laughed, it was not so much an accusation as a compliment. “I’ll tell you a secret, I change the rules too, and break some along the way. And I don’t judge when others break the rules as long as no one gets hurt?”

The band started to play smooth by Santana, a jazzy Latin beat I loved. “Do you mind if I take you out there again, but I will warn you, you will have to to dance slow, hold me close, even accidentally rub inappropriately, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. And who knows what might happen if we break the rules?” I winked at him and led the willing partner out on the floor.

The moment was nice, the rhythms romantic, and our bodies most definite had moments of inappropriate touching. His hands worked their way around me, and we both felt the hot breath of each other on our respective necks. At least my body was red hot as we left the floor. “Thank you Rick, this has been fun, but I think I’d like to go back. I was silly not to bring a suit, as many people had hopped into the pool. I don’t think I’ll swim naked here, I think I’d rather use OUR pool...” I left it to his imagination as to what my attire might be there.

 

[wickedpen]

She had made her play and I was salivating for it, but I resisted. Ron had called me into a game of cards with Jaime and I could not refuse. I cupped her ass as you went to leave and said "I will be there as soon as I can." I watched her leave with a hard on and desire to just give them all my money and get back to the house.

The game was fun as we traded winning hands. I laughed but only to hide the aching desire hidden under the table. "Fuck Becky!" I thought as time seemed to stop and all I could imagined we that body I had danced with, caressed and teased, open and wanting me like none had in quite some time.

After an hour I yawned a few times and complained of "jet lag." Jaime saw right through it but Ron was was losing and wanted to win it back.

"Long day boys. I promise to let you win your money back tomorrow Ron" I said with a wink for Regina and headed out. Luckily Becky had sent the limo back and I jumped in with nothing but thoughts of Becky in that pool, on the end of my cock.

Just as the drive put the car in gear a quick knock on the car window next to me stopped all progress. I opened the door and Regina appeared. "Sorry but I can't sit there an watch Ron lose money. Mind if we share a ride back?" she said without waiting for a response pushed into the car.

 

[Homerun2611]

Regina watched the game play on, despite all the efforts he went to hide it, she knew how much of their and her money had been lost on his lousy gambling. As she watched the game, she sort of got it, the duel between men was sexy, but the sexiest part was being the master duelist, and that was unfortunately not her husband.

She didn’t know Rick well, they had met years before, at another Jamie wedding, but she had to admire how he had aged. It wasn’t just the handsome smile and eyes, nor the shape he kept himself in, it was the confidence and swagger, the clever lines, the salacious innuendos, that had her dripping. Fuck that was a man, and as her nipples hardened and she was about to excuse herself to slide a relieving hand between her thighs he had suddenly excused himself for the evening.

After knocking on the window, and having Rick open the door, she went around to the driver who rolled down his window, “Yes, ma’am, can I help you?” He asked the gorgeous blonde. She only smiled and slipped him a hundred dollar bill, “there are ten more waiting for you when we get back, if it takes us at least 45 minutes to get there...oh and if you want to watch through the camera, I’m very good!” The old driver smiled and put up the partition and activated the camera, “the long way it is madam, my pleasure.”

Regina hopped back in the car, and sat almost on to of Rick, her perfect store bought c cup breasts pressed into you, her hand on your thigh, her fingers tracing up and down your cock. “I have to be honest, watching a great gambler makes me so wet,, the urging sit creates, unfortunately, Ron is clearly not a great gambler, but you certainly seem to be...I’d love to gamble a little myself...” She knew you didn’t much care for her husband, and she hoped you might be quite turned on by the idea of having his esteemed wife suck your cock or willingly spread her legs for you to plunder...

*******​

I hoped that Rick would soon follow me, if he wanted, I was ready to have him take me right here in the gorgeous tiled pool. I turned on the heater for the jacuzzi, and slipped out of my cover letting my perfectly toned body, slide in and be embraced by the warm bubbles. My nipples were already hard, and a smile was across my face when I heard the sliding door. However, it wasn’t Rick, it was Susie, dark haired Italian wife of my handsome young CFO Bill.

She was a mother of two, but the more you saw her, the more impressed you were. Five foot four, she had been a college gymnast at Iowa, and her workout regimen, had her at almost her college playing weight, although motherhood had rearranged a few of the pounds. Raven black hair, and dark beautiful eyes, she had a look of a Disney Princess, in the humble body of a good wife.

I had no idea how often Bill used her to do his bidding, but in the name of his career and the future welfare of her children, she always obliged. As I had stood up and turned, it was obvious I was topless and most likely naked. “Oh Susie I’m so sorry, I thought I would be alone” I lied. She smiled, “Becky, if I had a body like yours, I’d be naked too...” she walked toward where I sat, and peeled the straps of her stylish one piece and slowly slid it down her body to reveal her tiny but deliciously attractive form, b cup natural tits, and dark two inch landing strip. “....but since you are, I don’t want you to feel awkward if Bill cums down later”

 

[wickedpen]

I sat in the back of the limo wondering what was happening before Regina opened the door and fell into me. I have to admit her body was fine and the awkwardness of three glasses of wine in her movements left my hands no option but to feel parts of her Ron would have objected to.

"Regina!" I said surprised as she reached out and pulled the door shut as I moved over the slipper black leather seat.

"So sorry Rick" she said and then opened up in a way I never expected. Her hand was on my cock before I could even get hard as my conscience took a quick assessment of Ron and the Regina and disappeared as her magnificent manicured hand wrapped around my cock.

I said nothing as I watched her. Her dress moved up her thighs and down her chest as her nipples seemed to be trying to hold it up.

"But.." I started to speak and she brought her long elegant finger to my lips and said "oh secret." She then lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. I was shocked this Ms GOP in college and faithful Catholic girl who never missed a Sunday was so talented. It was glorious as her warm wet mouth enveloped nearly half of my shaft with a sigh and a moan. I felt her soft thick blonde hair as she bobbed then slid my hand down her back. She quickened her pace as my hand slid under her dress cut low in the back and let my finger move down her crack as my other fingers cupped her tight ass.

"Fuck that's good Regina" I sighed leaning back on the seat and closing my eyes. Becky was suddenly there in my mind and my imagination had replaced Regina with her. In my mind she stopped and looked at me and said "I am naked in the pool waiting Rick?"

God it was awkward. Regina was outperforming anything I had tagged in years but my greedy mind wanted the alpha, Becky and her big bag of tricks. The woman who had danced as an equal with me. The woman free enough to match me.

"Rick, fuck me" Regina sighed as she sat up and pulled her panties down her long legs. She pulled her skirt up in a drunk and horny college girl effort. But she was in her forties and really, it wasn't doing it for me with Becky back at the house.

"What about Ron?" I heard myself say. I am not one to stand on ethical or moral grounds when it comes to pussy but this was more a matter of choice. Why settle for the sirloin when Filet Mignon is available? Keep the Merlot I will have the Cab Sav. Regina's face turned as any woman who is reminded of her husband after taking a man's cock in her mouth.

"Come on Rick, a quickee, please I sucked you" she begged pathetically.

"I am sorry Regina, you are beautiful but I should have stopped you. I can't betray Ron like this" I said trying not to laugh. Her face tightened as she turned and pulled her dress into place and looked out the window in silence for the rest of the ride. I zipped up my still hard cock, not so much from Regina's sucking but from the idea of Becky waiting for me.

The car pulled into the driveway and the driver did not say good night or lower the partition as he waited for us to exit. We did and Regina walked ahead of me. I could have tried to say something but what?

I walked into the house and saw Regina looking out the back glass towards the pool. She laughed as I closed the door and turned back to her.

"You should have take me up on my offer, looks like your dance partner is already engaged" she said then walked upstairs trying to save the last shred of dignity as I was surprised and curious to see who Becky had opted for.

At the window I looked out and saw Becky laying back on the pool deck around the Jacuzzi as a dark headed person was clearly pleasuring her. Becky massaged her tits as her legs opened wide for her partner. The thick glass kept me from hearing anything but my cock was clearly invigorated by the scene. Then the small woman stood from going down on Becky and I saw it was Bill's wife Suzie, who I had admired all night, when I was not engages with Becky. I scanned the pool and they were alone then walked into the kitchen and Bill was no where to be scene. "Asleep? With this going on?" I thought then I remembered he had been hitting the scotch pretty hard. I heard he had lost a bundle on a recent deal with Jaime and this invite was salt in the wound.

"This is indeed your night Rick" I thought as I watched the two women sit and kiss and gently caress each other's beautiful bodies. I went to he door and silently went out. I undressed and stood at full mast as I asked "how's the water?"

 

[Homerun2611]

Regina was pissed. She had practically, actually she had thrown herself at him, and been dismissed, lie some wannabe tramp, rather than the woman who could have damn neat anyone in Minneapolis she wanted. At first she didn’t understand, he had let her go down easily enough. It was a fine cock, and he had moaned as she bobbed and tongued with well honed skills. But then when she tried to fuck, let her loins suck him in and let him feed her, she, the Regina, had been pushed away. Someone would pay dearly for this affront, and Rick, and tat bitch exutive were tops on her hit list.

Of course, I had no idea any of this had happened. Susie had made quick work of stripping off her suit, to coming over and showing shocking aggressiveness. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t willing. Our lips quickly parted early into our first kiss, and her tongue was mischievously talented as it darted into my mouth, and teased and caressed mine. As we kissed, a felt that familiar tingle in my crotch, her fingers twirling my nipples, as I caressed her cheek in my palm while moaning, clearly signaling my desire for more.

As I felt her hands on my waist, and her pushing me up to sit on the pool’s edge such that she could get access to my pussy that so longed for her touch, I couldn’t help but wonder. Could this possibly be a setup. Bill was my obvious successor, could she be trying to compromise me? I thought we were very close, as we both were with Jamie, but a woman can never be too careful. I was ashamed for even considering it when I saw the look in her eyes. She was beyond aroused, and I could see the vulnerability. So afraid of being rejected, yet so turned on at the opportunity to explore her bisexuality. No man performs cunnilingus like a woman. While not necessarily less enjoyable, only a woman know exactly what a clit feels like and will most respond to. It wasn’t 5 minutes, before my hand was on the back of her head, pressing her face hard into my mound, my legs spread obscenely wide. “Oh Fuck that’s good Susie, how often do you eat pussy? I don’t ever remember getting head this good!” She looked up and smiled so sweetly, and genuinely, it was clear this was her first time on the funny express. Yet, even on her maiden voyage, she was a master, seemingly born to lick pussy. After the second, I needed a break and brought her head up and kissed her, smelling and tasting strongly of my juices.

Well, I thought this night was going to go much differently, but this was a most unexpected and welcome surprise. I awas just about to return the favor when a deep, sexy voice came seemingly out of nowhere, "how's the water?" I laughed, happy to see my ‘date’ had not forgotten me, but I was concerned about her, a protective hen making sure her chick was okay. However it took only one look at my chick, susie’s Eyes full of lust, her mouth watering and licking her lips as she stared at Rick’s magnificent beyond erect cock. “I take it you enjoyed our little show, or was the poker game that good, our little Susie has quite a talented mouth.”

Rick was already sitting down on the other side of the small hot tub, occupying a position not too dissimilar from my own. Susie glided across, a pussy eating grin on her still glistening lips and cheeks. “I do Rick...” and she leaned in to kiss him, tongue again slipping into her target’s welcoming mouth, I wondered if he realized he was tasting me, and I hoped it would only leave him wanting more. Part of me wished she wasn’t here, there were moments of intimacy and interaction I longed for from this man, moments that required us alone, in private, fully committed to only each other’s pleasure. However, we had two more days, and I was sure those moments were yet to cum.

They broke the kiss and he licked his lips looking at me, and winked. “...but I have much more experience sucking cock, I think you’ll find for a housewife, I’m astonishingly good!” We both smiled at the self deprecating humor of the wickedly delicious little wife, and then watched as she leaned in ad began giving his large swollen head, soft wet kisses. “I think he might enjoy two mouths and four hands, wouldn’t you Rick?” The question was rhetorical, no man would refuse. Susie moved to the side and we began kissing and tonguing up and down the long thick shaft and glistening head. We both lapped and played with your precum, sharing our mouths and wet kisses with Rick’s throbbing head.

Finally, Susie engulfed the entire head in her mouth, while I kissed again down the shaft. I cupped his large, full cleanly shaven balls in my palm, and danced the tip of my tongue back and forth across his boys. I began stroking his shaft into Susie’s mouth as I took one of his balls and slid it completely in my mouth, sucking lightly and swirling it with my tongue, bathing it in saliva. I ran my middle finger nail down the backside of his balls, and then tickled his taint. As I popped his testicle out of my mouth, the look on his face was priceless. I smiled and turned on my sexiest voice, “So, how’s your night going so far, do you and your wife have nights like this often?” God, I was bad....

 

[wickedpen]

Standing in front of the two women, clearly invigorated to say the least, like a champion cock come home to lay his hens. My cock felt enormous as I sat with my feet in the hot water. I watched little Susie swim over without hesitation as I drank in Becky. If we can't be alone..

Susie's ass felt like magic in my hand as her small mouth opened for my tongue. I slid it into her sucking mouth savoring who good a cock sucker she must be. Her skin was soft but her body firm. Her nipples were hard as pebbles as I massaged her tits. I could have easily gotten lost in this little kitten but a bigger predator watched from across the tub.

Susie was not only cute but clever. "..but I have much more experience sucking cock, I think you’ll find for a housewife, I’m astonishingly good!” she said as she slid down and began kissing my shaft. I looked at Becky who smiled and moved over to join us. Susie was outstanding but add in Rebecca's presence and I could hardly think,.

"Four hands, three mouths..." I don't know what she said but seeing these two woman pleasuring my cock like I was a king. My wife was willing but certainly not sharing or competitive in the pleasure she could provide. I ran my have over the women's heads and felt them feeding on me.

Rebecca teased my balls as Susie somehow managed to swallow nearly my full length in her small mouth and throat.

Becky's finger on my ass made me nearly burst from desire and oh if only...

My testicle popping from Becky's mouth and her comment about my wife pushed me over the edge. I stood and moved to the middle of the tub standing like Zeus with two little nymphs. I brought Suzie's mouth back to my cock as I stood with my legs spread and knees bent and Becky behind me.

I looked back at her and she read my mind. I wanted her to play with my ass. I needed her to push me further than even just these two women could. I reached back growing anxious and brought her hand under me.

"Finger me" I groaned as I felt Suzie hold me deep into her throat. "Please Rebecca I am so close" I said. Although I wanted her tongue in my ass I could not ask this elegant woman for that, yet...

I looked back as she smiled savagely and brought her fingers to her mouth and slid them in and out of her hot red lips letting her tongue follow them out good and slippery. She got to her feet and with her breast pressed into my hyper sensitive back I felt her fingers begin their deliriously slow slide down my crack.

"Oh fuck yeahhh" I sighed in anticipation.

 

[Homerun2611]

God he was a man. His eyes were ablaze, as he got up, and stood in the pool, I remembered the old Mr. Clean commercials where the man stood there, hands on hips, commanding the dirt to cede to is power. There was Rick in the pool standing like a god, and Susie and I almost fighting over each other to worship his phallus. If it hadn't been so fucking hot, it would have been hysterical.

He had no problem, requesting what he wanted. He took my hand and steered it to his ass...and I felt a tingle all over my recently climaxed body. 'My man likes anal play' I thought, just wait until it is just the two of us, but I couldn't give him the full treatment with my CFO's wife here, even if she was throat deep in his cock, and not in a real position to judge. "Finger me...Please Rebecca I am so close" I smiled and gave him a show, licking my fingers, in the most x-rated manner possible. And as I slid my hand down, tickling his ass crack, hearing him moan, "Oh fuck yeahhh"I leaned in and nibbled his ear. "Just wait until we're alone baby, if you like my fingers, just wait until you have...my tongue!"

As I spoke, my finger teased his pucker momentarily and then drove in teasing and milking his prostrate while I heard him moan and explode into Susie's slutty little mouth. "Feed her baby, feed her, cum hard Rick, cum hard for me!" I was running my other hand through his hair, my tongue and breath teasing his ear, as I watched her take a seemingly endless stream of cum.

They hadn't seen Bill standing at the door stroking his prick as his wife pleasured another man. This was a game they played often, and suddenly he was there. "You were so good baby, how did you like my wife Rick, Becky?? She's hot isn't she?" He hopped down into the water, and she went to the side and braced her body pushing her ass out, like a bitch in heat presenting. "Okay Daddy, I did as you asked...now do I get my reward..." You could have knocked me over with a feather, as I saw my voyeuristic CFO, mount his wife like a golden retriever and fucking her in return for the command performance she had just provided him.

I took Rick's hand and started to guide him to the steps out, "I think they will be fine don't you...let's go pour ourselves a drink and see if we can't have some fun on our own?"

 

[wickedpen]

Rebecca's demeanor of cool and confident extended right up my ass. Fuck she was hot and oh god did Suzie suck cock well. Her finger was magical as she found the perfect spot and I held out as long as I could but this had been a long time cumming. This hard on had started in the car to the airport looking as Jaime's texted pic of Becky. Then the stewardess in the airport and then on the plane. Dancing and flirting all night and now little Suzie using her mouth and throat better than most women fuck. My muscles we ripped as what seemed like a lifetime of foreplay surged against Becky's finger and out into Suzies's willing mouth. Sucking and swallowing as Becky's finger seemed to squeeze more and more. Long floods of cum almost buckled my knees. We would have to pump Suzie's stomach to know but I would say it was the biggest orgasm of my life.

Becky's finger slid from me and Suzie looked up with a look of appreciation that nearly got me hard again. I smiled down dumbly numb.

Bill's voice was a shock to the system, "You were so good baby, how did you like my wife Rick, Becky?? She's hot isn't she?"

"Yeah she is" I said enthusiastically. Who am I to judge? If he doesn't mind his wife servicing another man, who am I to say otherwise. I watched as she submissively leaned over the edge of the tub and ask for him to reward her for doing his bidding.

I would have stood there watching the sexy little minx take it from behind had Becky not taken my hand and pull me away.

"A drink? Sure" I said refocusing on my main target. "perhaps in your room? or your shower?" I asked remembering her passionate moans from earlier, sending life to my fully drained cock.

 

[Homerun2611]

I laughed at his compliment of Susie as I led him away. I saw his eyes, "of course if you'd rather watch than participate yourself, you just didn't strike me as that sort of man?" He spun on his heel, and I laughed. "Good boy!"

There we stood in the flag stone great room of the beautiful home, I took him into the billiard and bar area. "A drink? Sure...perhaps in your room? or your shower?" No that was the Rick I expected.

I poured two dewars on the rocks, and clicked glasses. I actually wanted to learn more about this man, and tell him my stories. It wasn't just the looks, although they certainly helped, it was the package, and I wanted to know how that package had come together.

I took a drink of scotch, but I sucked in an ice cube and put it in my mouth. Holding it in my teeth, I winked and leaned down to run the ice cube around his nipples as he held my head there, then I trailed it down until I was on my knees, and brought his cock into my far more experienced mouth and teased him with the fire and ice I held in my mouth.

I heard his groans and stood up, "Lover, my room, the shower, you will see those, but I thought you might want to shoot some here first?" With that I slid my fine ass up on the edge of the pool table and laid back against the brilliant green felt and spread my legs obscenely wide, slowly running my finger, tantalizingly slowly up and down my glistening inner lips....

 

[wickedpen]

It was as though I was writing the script. Everything going perfectly as I followed this enchanting animal into the billiards room. She poured drinks, we toasted and she pretended to be interested in my story. I was revealed as I pondered telling her of my successful marriage and three sons and a perfect life leading to this moment where I will cheat on my wife of thirty years and do things to her she has not imagined, when she moved to her knees.

The sensation of her hot wet flesh and the hard ice was incredible. I wanted relief form the ice then wanted the ice so I could get the relief again. Then she stopped. I made a guttural sound as she did wishing she had not stopped but then...

She moved to the table and rested her tight ass on the rail and opened her legs.

"Sweet Jesus" I heard myself say as she spread her legs like an obscene gymnast and ran her finger down her glistening thick lips.I watched open mouthed as she circled her clit and my cock throbbed. I put down my drink and stood. I walked to the table and let my cock lay over her mound as I looked down at her and her hand continued sliding along her lips.

"You are incredible" I said as her free hand played with her breast and she smiled up from the nest of sophisticated wet grey hair. I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth and suckled gently. Her hand moved to my cock and I felt it wet with her juices slid up and down and around the head.

I kissed down her slender abs to her belly button and teasingly circled looking up at her. She was staring up at the ceiling awaiting my arrival below.

"Shall I continue?" I asked politely as my cock felt like a stone pillar hanging under me.

"Please" she said as though I were the waiter asking permission to pour the wine. I dragged my tongue from her belly button down her bare mound. Then down barely passing by without touching her clit and down as she pulled her legs back I avoided her swollen lips. Finally I arrived and flicked my tongue against her puckered rose. She shuddered and moaned softly. I paused and then moved up and into her lips with my full tongue. Her back arched and she sighed loudly as my mouth filled with her juices. I kissed and thrust my tongue again and again.

"Oh god fuck me!" she begged but I was not some college intern pulled into the office for a quickie. I had been down this road and knew it went a long way. I slowed my tongue and then kissed her thigh and wiped my cheeks on her soft skin. I looked up at her as she was clearly ready for more but I delayed.

"You are not in a hurry are you?" I asked arrogantly.

"All fucking day and night I have waited for this" she hissed laying her head back. I smiled and let my tongue wander back to her cauldron of lust and begin pressing her button. First just laying my tongue against the hardened flesh. This brought a groan. I head it there as I brought a finger to her lips. Just the tip, enough for her to feel as I began wagging my tongue side to side.

"Oh god!" she gasped.

I am not sure if she somehow inhaled my finger or I subconsciously pushed it in but I was soon fully engaged in her magnificent folds. I was suckling her clit between my lips as she clawed at the felt of the table as her orgasm was not far off. I flicked my tongue and two then three fingers worked into her folds as her juices rolled down the side of the mahogany table.

Her legs snapped around my head as her back arched and her arms reached out for anything to hold. I licked and sucked and pumped by hand with her until she nearly broke my fingers and bucked on the table with convulsion as she came. It seemed an eternity of silence as she held my head in her powerful thighs before she collapsed onto the table with a shaky sigh of release I withdrew my hand and she soon eased her scissor lock allowing me to stand.

I stood smiling like the winner of the pie eating contest at the county fair and she was the empty dish. She beamed and held up her hand for me to help her up, which I did sweeping her into my arms in one graceful movement. I then carried her upstairs to her room.

 

[Homerun2611]

He grabbed me in his arms, and I felt like a waif, enjoying immersing myself in his power. I leaned up and kissed him, licking my juices off his lips and cheeks like a puppy, loving his master. MASTER, I was hardly a submissive, the farthest thing away really. But FUCK, the had just owned me, owned me like no other man ever had. "Jesus Rick that was so good, so fucking good...I can't ...oh fuck just so good!"

I couldn't put it into words, men simply didn't do that to me. Make me wait taunt me, have me fucking begging for it, and then god damn, he delivered. It would only be this weekend, he had a wife, and I wanted no part, but fuck, my pussy was in love. It had been tamed, owned and celebrated. "Your cock is going to be so happy you did that...just wait until I reciprocate."

In his arms, I was torn if I was a fairy princess or a whore, one quick review of what I was thinking right now, answered that question unequivocally. "Fuck aren't we in my bedroom yet?" I said in a voice that would have been suitable for an exorcism. Finally at our destination he laid be on my bed, like a gentleman, but I held on to his neck until he fell on top of me, and I was able to roll on top.

Straddling his stomach, feeling his hard cock pressed up against my ass, I leaned down and drove my tongue in his mouth, still tasting fully of me, as I still felt the aftershocks in my pussy. I reached down and pinched his nipples, and heard his moan stifled by my attached mouth. I started to kiss down, his chest sliding down until his cock ran up my slit, and I grabbed it firmly in my hand. Tender, tickling kisses were spread over his lower abdomen, while I began to pump his large cock in my hand. I slid down until I was completely between his legs, and I pushed his muscular thighs up and spread em.

He could feel my breath on his balls as I slowly stroked his cock, rubbing the tip with my palm, and twisting and pumpling the shaft. With is legs up his brown eye was staring at me, "this was what you wanted in the pool wasn't it?" I move my tongue to his pucker, and made slow concentric circles as I gave him the rimming he craved. Round and round I swirled his asshole, teasing it, while one hand fondled his balls, and the other making long strokes of his cock,

I leaned up and spit three times on his cock, lubing him until he was whimpering. The juxtaposition between a few minutes earlier on the pool table, to now in my bed was incredible, as two alphas turned over the wheel to an expert that they knew could make them contemplate selling their souls. "Tell me you want me to fuck your ass with my tongue, tell me Rick, I need to hear it". I was cruel as he could barely talk at all, but pure desperation is a great motivator and I heard, "Oh God, Oh God, yes, please, please tongue fuck my ass!"

I laughed, but then hardened my tongue and pushed it through his pucker, tongue fucking him while I jacked his rigid throbbing cock. I knew I had teased him beyond any reasonable ability to control, but the fact he held it for a few more minutes was impressive. I worked his cock, ass and balls in a symphony of arousal, and when he moaned, jerked and started to come, it was like a lion roaring in powerful climax. Rope after rope sailed into the air and splashed to earth on his chest.

I stroked and tongue fucked him until he was spent, and then climbed up and let him watch me clean him up with my tongue, swallowing every drop. "My God Becky...thank you" he moaned, but rather than come up to cuddle, I slid back down and put the semi hard cock back in my mouth. I rolled it with my tongue and gently played with it and played with it for the next 10 minutes as he moaned. I would be damned if we were over for the night, and I gave that cock the tender resuscitation it needed. Ten minutes after I had licked up his cum, I had his cock back steel hard and ready. Only then did I take a break and slid back up and kissed him. "The foreplay has been outstanding lover, but now it's time to fuck!"

 

[wickedpen]

I felt amazing. I was stronger than ever, with a beautiful free woman in my arms whom I had just given the orgasm of a lifetime to and now was hopefully going to reciprocate. She was beautiful as I laid her down like a precious little girl. She immediately reminded me I was not dealing with a little girl or even a normal woman as Becky rolled me onto my back and was suddenly on top of me. I was not resisting but surprised by her aggressive move.
She slithered down my body as I relaxed and enjoyed her kissed. her body moved down as I opened my legs welcoming.
She immediately pushed my legs up and open like I was her bride. I was pleased to follow her lead as I had had a taste on the dance floor this was different. I wanted to give in to her. And she had a dance I wanted.
Her hands fondled my balls just enough to make me nervous as I held my legs open hoping she would entertain my deepest desires. "Fuck me Becky" I thought as I laid my head back and enjoyed her talented hand on my shaft stroking my aching dick.
"this was what you wanted in the pool wasn't it?" she said then slid her tongue around and around my most taboo flesh.
"Oh fuck yeah Rebecca!" I groaned appreciatively. I expected my load to blow but I somehow resisted. "Harder" I groaned gritting my teeth against her insane stimulus.
"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass with my tongue, tell me Rick, I need to hear it" she said holding back the biggest bone from a starving puppy chained just out of reach.

"Oh God, Oh God, yes, please, please tongue fuck my ass!" I begged, selfless, pride less, I would have done anything for it. I would have divorced my wife, forgone my children and perhaps accepted death if only to feel her tongue.
Then she did and I had never felt anything so good. The build up had been amazing, the pitch perfect and now the delivery was outstanding, "OUTSTANDING!" I howled as I felt my body tightening like nothing before. I feared a heart attack as I could not breath. I could hardly move as my abs crunched involuntarily. I grimaced with strain and then her hand moved up and down my cock like a killer loading a shotgun and suddenly a fire hose of cum surged out of me. A long sustained wave crushing through me and out onto my chest. She pumped again and I felt her tongue inside me and I could not breath as another prolonged release landed on my chest. Again and again she emptied me of my seed, my strength and my desire, leaving me numb and happy as a schoolgirl on her birthday.

"My God Becky...thank you" I heard myself say out of the ether of pleasure, like an addict feeling his fix of the best dope in the world. She moved and kissed me and I felt her licking my cock but I was gone. It took ten minutes of her unrelenting oral stimulation to bring me back to the moment. Now my cock back to full strength I looked down at her, at my lover, my partner in crime, my equal as she said "The foreplay has been outstanding lover, but now it's time to fuck!" My face turned to a huge smile as strength returned to me.

 

[Homerun2611]

I saw the grin on his face, and my sense was I was looking into the face of an evil genius, and I could only hope, I wanted to be taken and I wanted him to be filthy. I had spent most of my life married to an amazing, man, but the sex, while fine had never been earth shattering. I laid back on the bed as I saw him go up on his knees.

I raised my hands up and clasped them over my head, I arched my back and literally purred, "So show me what you've got ...stud!" My smile was wicked and I spread my legs, I wanted him to see the wetness between my legs, the slickness, that extended down my thighs. I curled my one leg up and in a move that would have challenged a yoga instructor, I ran the bottom of my foot up and down the outside of his muscular thigh. The only thing I was missing was a message written across my arched chest, pebble hard nipples and staccato breathing that said..."For Christ Sake Rick Fuck Me".

It was glorious to see that hard cock pointing up, leaking precum as his one eyed snake was ready to strike. Fuck viagra for this man, he had me, and I had his rocket steaming and ready to launch from his pad. My eyes were smouldering my body arching and grinding, below him. I wasn't trying to put on a show for him, I simply couldn't help it, my body was so on fire.

He moved so quick, so athletically, yet gracefully I never knew what happened, but the leg that had been splayed open, foot petting him wa quickly straight up and resting on his shoulder, his hand gripping my ankle, and his long, thick cock deep inside me. "How the fuck did you do that, and oh god, don't stop!"

My hamstring stretched, my cunt full, my body taken, I only wanted more, "Oh FucK me baby, harder, deeper...fuck me like a whore!" Here I was, a woman clearing seven figures in salary not including bonus or benes, begging to be used and taken by a man I somehow knew I could trust and wanted to feel his power inside of me.

Our minds were again completely in synch as I felt his amazing cock, fire into me, his abs crunching, his thighs tensing, I felt it all, and it felt amazing. Over and over, his hard prick took me, I groaned with each thrust, as did he, I saw the effort on his face, and loved how his body began to glisten, he was getting a workout, and I was the beneficiary of every muscle flex,piston and thrust.

It came on me like a tsunami, one toe curled on the mattress, the other on his shoulder, my one hand gripped my other wrist so hard I drew blood, my back arching, wave after wave of orgasm racked my body, and covered his cock. I grinded, and bucked, my god I fucked, fucked, FUCKED. It was bliss, my blood running hot, my body only wanting more. I slid my heel off his shoulder, I knew he still needed to cum...hopefully more than once.

I spun and went on all fours, arching my ass up, presenting my self, the prize hen, needing her cock, but another vision ran through my brain, a raw sensuality growing up as a farm girl, watching the black labs mate, knot and pound. I looked back over my shoulder, a wicked smile on my face, licking my lips, pushing my ass up, "your bitch is ready!"

 

[wickedpen]

It is a rare thing to find a partner who is ready, willing and able as you you to push the limits. To see what the human body is capable of. Becky was just such a partner. Her body was perfect, tight and flexible, soft and strong. I opened her further than she had expected then, unable to resist any longer, drove my aching shaft into her. And oh god, I don't know if it was the foreplay, the drinks, or what but I have never felt anything better around my cock.

"Oh FucK me baby, harder, deeper...fuck me like a whore!" he begged in a raspy desperate voice, having climbed so high and now needed a boost to heaven.

I felt enormous in her greasy tight hot flesh. In and out I moved savoring every millimeter and every subtle sigh and moan and look. We were thoroughbreds on a moonlit hill giving in to the primal. I wanted to go deeper and harder into her. I wanted to become one as I felt her tighten and her face grow desperate.

She dropped her leg from my shoulder. "You are going to cum aren't you?" I said pointing out the obvious confidently quickening my pace. She nodded and tried to look at me before her eyes rolled back in her head and she flexed with the intensity of a wild animal. The silence of her orgasm was deafening as I continued forcing my shaft into her. I love the feeling of giving a woman and orgasm and great sex so I could have gone home happy right then, but she quickly moved around to all fours. It was a dreamlike fantasy as this amazing creature was possibly more into sex than me. From all fours she looked back and said "your bitch is ready!

"Holy shit!" popped into my head as I smiled like a school boy getting seconds of desert. I took her hips in my hands and let my slippery cock lay in the beautiful crack of her heart shaped ass.

"You are incredible" came out of my mouth. I was no longer thinking as like an animal on instinct and the adrenaline of pure lust I reached under her and clutched her breasts rolling her nipples hard in my fingers. I growled into her hair and ear "I may break you bitch" then reached back and brought my cock to her lips and drove back into her sweet flesh. Her back arched and I sat back up and pulled her into my thrusts. Her hips bones were a perfect handle as I used her on my aching cock.

I can never remember a hotter moment. My heart raced as I breathed heavily. I pulled back and put my tongue into her ass hole. I was on fire and wanted to meld with her. I then brought my cock, easily lubed enough for her. I pushed into her tiny wet pucker. Her head dropped and I felt her body relax and I moved into her.

"Oh God" I groaned as I moved into her. Slowly I made long deep movements. Her low rumbling moan seemed continuous. "Does it feel good?" I sigh somewhere between bliss and nirvana.

 

[Homerun2611]

"You are incredible" Came the reply to my outrageous proposition, and I smiled back over my shoulder reflecting a woman with the strong self image and personal knowledge to make such a preposterously degrading statement, "I thought you'd like that...so are you ready?" and I tauntingly waved my ass. "I don't think Jamie would hold back..." I said playing to that competitive spirit that I knew drove this man, he would not be outdone by his friend. "Do you think he is taking his young trophy right now like this...are you sure you want this old dog, while I bet "Barbie" would let you do her as well as a little wedding momento."

The bride was young, and while not gorgeous, she had a body that would still stop traffic. Newly acquired 34 C's now finely accompanied a yoga and pilates trained body that was strong, flexible and even made me wet when we worked out next to each other. I knew that had to fire Rick's cylinders, he had most definitely jacked off at least once thinking of those new, saline induced tits, fucking his magnificent cock to sweet release all over his best friend's fiance's pouty lips.

I heard him groan to my talk, I felt the heat of his breath as he leaned into my ear, it sent chills of expectation through my body, my cunt already dripping from my recent climax, fuck I was having so much fun! "I may break you bitch", FUUUUCCCKKK!!! What music to a lusty girl's ears. "Oh try, God please try!" and mmmmm, he drove his large, hard prick deep inside me. "Use me, break me..." I urged and fuck he tried. My pussy and ass were the concrete and his jackhammer was powerful and relentless. "God Rick that's good, better than Jamie, so much better!" And my man blossomed, and suddenly a fantastic fuck, a true cocksman turned into an olympic champion. I was so wonderfully full, pushing back, as he punished me.

I felt his hands on my nipples and then, "oh yesssss" the feeling of such sweet pain, it was amazing, tremendous, and I only wanted more. He grabbed my hips and I relished it, he drove harder and I took it, and drove back for more, I couldn't get enough cock, I wanted to feel dirty, taken. I realized how much I had craved it and how pitifully few men could really deliver. But this one did, Christ how he did and I loved it. Again I orgasmed, drenched that wonderful tool of his in my juices, lubricated him to just take me harder, I so needed it.

Suddenly he pulled out, I felt empty, angry, "you haven't filled me yet, I want your cum, lots and lots of your cum" I begged, this was not like me, but it felt so good. I began to wiggle, call him back to his home for the night, the weekend, hell a short flight away if he asked nicely or better yet if he didn't. "MMMMMmmmm". He threw me a curve, a sweet, delicious hanging curve, and I felt his tongue in my ass. "Do we know each other that well?" I teased. He was as nasty and dirty as I was, oh sweet Jesus, I liked this man. What was his marriage like? Then I thought better, no marriage, not the best, created moments like this. This required newness, and something forbidden, like us, like now.

He wasn't real gentle, he didn't need to be. "God Yes, Fuck My ASSS, take me...make me your bitch!" I clamped my ass hard on him, it felt great, I loved anal, so few did it well. This man would ream me. I slid one hand under me, I found my swollen clit. I hoped he saw it, saw what he was doing to me. He began to pound me, the sound of his pelvis slapping my ass, reverberated around my bedroom. I hoped they could hear it throughout the house, know I was being fucked hard and giving as good as I was getting. "YOU WILL CUM FOR ME" I want my ass filled, then fuck me again with that dirty cock." I was dead serious, if we were going to be bad, let's be bad, the filthier the better. I squeezed his ass hard, I heard those groans, I knew those groans...this wonderful man was about to feed me...for the first, but most certainly not the last time...I was so, soooo, hungry!