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A Trip To Remember

By: PixieChick



It was enough of a cliché to make me blush later. I mean, the business trip, the hotel room, the camera, and the website . . . but I'm getting ahead of myself. It all started with the business trip. My husband of almost a year was going to New York, pardon this other cliché, and at the last minute I managed to clear my work schedule to accompany him. We spent the train ride down regaling each other with tales of what we were going to do. All the things we'd only talked about in bed each night, but were unable to demonstrate outside of our imaginations due to living in a small town. 

An hour outside of New York our stories were getting too much for us, and for one business traveler sitting behind us. Winking at my husband I raised my whisper a little bit more and said, "Honey, I can't take it any longer, I have to touch myself." My husband leaned closer then, sliding his hand over my breast as I bit back a gasp at the feel of his hand on me even through the thin cotton. When he leaned over me to put the seat back I felt his cock against my thigh and this time didn't bother trying to hide the moan it elicited. With a grin he settled back down in his chair and then took off his jacket to drape over my lap. Once this was done he leaned over and kissed me. As his tongue parted my lips and sought out mine his hands undid a couple of the buttons on my blouse. Reaching in he slide the lace cup of my bra down and exposed my breast. I felt my nipple tighten as the cool air inside the train car touched it and moaned again. 

With the chair back the man behind us could just see my breast and the way my husband's hand covered it, squeezing and kneading the flesh when he wasn't pinching my nipple. At the same time, my hand slid under the jacket and with a few wiggles of my hips I had my skirt up and my hand inside my panties. Already soaked from the hours spent teasing each other I knew soon they would be even wetter. As my husband continued teasing my breast and the lucky man behind us I roughly sought out my clit. 

My thumb found it and started rubbing it immediately. I slide a finger inside my pussy and used it to fuck myself for a little bit, but it wasn't what I wanted. Doing my best to be quiet, not an easy task, which is another reason why my husband and I have shied away from public sex before, I started using my whole hand to rub my clit. Sliding my palm over it and then my fingers I gasped out in a whisper that I was going to come. My husband lifted his head from where he'd been licking my nipple and grinned. His lips sought out mine, his only attempt to quiet me down and when I opened my eyes I could see the man behind us, his cock straining through his pants, leaking enough to give me a nice wet spot to remember. Just as I felt the first spasm overtake my I caught the man's eye and winked at him. He blushed and stood up quickly, making his way to the back of the car and I assume the restroom to take care of urgent business. 

When I had recovered from my orgasm, I whispered to my husband. We both laughed as he helped me remove my panties. We stood, gathered our things and slipped off to new seats, but not before sliding my wet panties under the traveler's paper. I hope he enjoyed the memento. 

Moving to a different car I stayed behind my husband, knowing anyone who saw him would notice how his cock was straining against the fabric of his suit pants. Since I hadn't bothered redoing my blouse I gave plenty of men a view of my tits too, but I didn't care, we were on a vacation of sorts, after all. The train slowed down for a stop as we took our seats and I placed my husband by the window. "It's your turn now," I whispered as I arranged his jacket over his lap. People were walking back and forth by our seats and I doubt they missed the sound of his zipper sliding down. I know the couple walking by didn't miss the deep masculine groan that escaped my husband's lips as my hand wrapped around his cock. I ran my finger over the tip of it, catching the pre-cum oozing up. He gave me his best little boy pout when I pulled my hand away, but he stopped it, his eyes filling with lust again as I slowly licked my finger clean. Grabbing the back of my head as the train started moving again he kissed me roughly and growled, "Enough teasing, slut, and suck my cock." 

Well, if there is one thing this girl doesn't need to be told twice it is to suck cock. My husband jokes that it is the only reason he married me, that and my fuckable tits. His fingers tangled in my hair now he guided my mouth to his cock. In the back of my mind I worried that someone would see, but it was the hard cock at the back of my throat that had my full attention. I knew it wouldn't be long, anyway, before he pumped my mouth full of cum. My head in his lap, I used my tongue while I kept his cock in my mouth. Flicking it across the head and then sliding it up and down the shaft with the movements of my head. With a low groan, after barely a minute, he unleashed his load into my mouth. Eagerly catching it all I swallowed until he was done and then licked him clean until he had to laugh and pull me away. 

We spent the last leg of the trip just cuddling and getting back under control. A couple of stops before ours I saw our old friend from a couple of cars back. Feeling decidedly naughty by now I whispered to my husband I wanted to give our friend a good bye. With a grin my husband squeezed my tit and when I stood slapped me on the ass affectionately. A couple of steps and I was to where he was waiting to leave. Without saying anything I pulled my blouse apart some and gave him the full view of my tits. As he gawked I closed the last distance between us and, rubbing my body against his, captured his mouth with mine. 

It only took a second for him to unfreeze from his initial shock. As the train rocked to a stop I could feel him grinding his cock, growing again, against my thigh. His hands slid under my skirt and cupped my bare ass, exposing it to anyone who happened to look our way. He tore away from me, breathing raggedly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. With great care he tucked it into my bra, taking time to fondle my tits and then he left the train. Sashaying back to my husband I leaned down, and cupped my tits and asked him to get the card out for me. He laughed and pulled me onto his lap, calling me his naughty little slut as he groped be. We saved the card and before I had a chance to have anymore fun we had arrived.

A Trip to Remember



Ever wondered what would happen if you just let go? I mean really let go! Who gives a fuck what the world thinks. Be yourself not who or what they want you to be. I want to let go, I want to fly free and be myself and I want to be able to full fill my own fantasy and my boyfriend. I want to whiter and gasp and beg him to never stop. Leave claw marks on his back, have sex when ever not just before we crawl in to bed. So I decided that I would, but it is a long journey to get to that point. 

My name is Lena I am 26 and madly in love with the most wonderful guy. Matt is 28 and works for the same advertising company as me in Pittsburgh. Our jobs are actually the reason we met. And that was two years ago. So let me bring you up to speed on what has been happening...

2 years before

I am not much to look at, at 5'2" I have blue eyes and auburn hair. I am passive, shy and try very hard not to attract attention to myself and I have done a very good job of it so far. That was until I met Matt. Or maybe I should say until I laid eyes on him. He (besides being male ) is the total opposite of me. He is social, can talk to anyone with out hesitation of what to say, so confident, powerful. He is a Adonis...standing probably about 6' with piercing gray eyes, when he speaks he has a deep sexy voice and with just a hint of a southern accent. Oh yea he was definitely fuckable! Not that he would ever notice me. But maybe if I want it enough I can change that. 

So I went shopping bought all the new clothes that I could afford. The newest fashions, skirts that left little to the imagination, blouses that you didn't even have to use your imagination to try to figure out what is under it. I already had nice legs but I fell in love with a pair of heels that I just had to have. I ran over to the salon and had my hair colored and cut. My new style shaped my face perfectly and the color made my green eyes brilliant. As I walked towards the mall exit I could feel the eyes on my body, checking me out. Searching me from head to toe. It got me really excited and I decided that I needed to go to Victoria Secrets to buy all new underwear and bras. And boy did I ever. 

The sales associate that noticed me first was a petite girl maybe 20 years old. She looked like a model straight off the runway. She was definitely going to help me find what I needed!

"Can I help you?" her voice was pure east coast money. Wondered what she was doing working here.

"Yes you can, I am looking to replace all of my lingerie with something new and sexy. I thought that this might be just the right place to come to do so." I knew that if I laid it on thick she would be so easy to use for what I wanted.

"Well lets get you to a dressing room and I will bring you the latest styles in your sizes." She walked away as I began to strip down. 

"Here you go, lets see how these fit you." 

She stepped into the room with me and began to expertly help me try on the clothing. I was not shocked at all to find my self get excited as her hand brushed the side of my breast, to fasten the bra. And I knew that she would be able to tell that I was excited because her hands would have to brush up against my pussy. And when they did her hand stayed there a little longer than we both knew was necessary. 

Pulling her hand away and standing up she asked what I thought. "So what do you think? I think that the color is prefect for your creamy skin color and your eyes." Creamy skin...I wondered if she said that to all her customers? 

"You're right I love it...it fits perfect in all the right places. Only there seems to be a problem with the panties." I was reeling her in and she knew it. We were playing a dangerous game but we didn't care.

"Oh? Well we don't want you to be uncomfortable do we? Let me see what you are talking about." She came around to stand in front of me and kneeled down, her hand sliding inside the thong and running down the length of it. My legs seem to spread a little further apart as she searched farther down. 

"I don't feel anything. Maybe you could show me." Her eyes begged me to let her move farther down. And I knew that if I didn't let her it would be torturing us both.

"Well it seems to be right here...just a little bit lower." I held her hand in mine as I moved it lower between my legs. By now my pussy was wet. I let go of her hand as she brushed up against my clit. 

"Oh my! I see what you mean. We can't have you being uncomfortable in these now can we?"

I closed my eyes and let her take control. It felt like heaven as her hand moved in circles around my clit and she had a finger inside of me. I shuddered when she started to move faster. I knew that I was about to come and I wanted to give her something also.I wasn't ready for that fall yet. Grabbing her hand I pulled her to stand up and put her finger in my mouth and licked my juices off of it. I captured her mouth in an arousing kiss. We began to pull off my remaining clothes and what ever I could get at that she was wearing. Not caring if anyone heard us. 

By the time we laid down on the floor of the spacious room and began a 69 I was naked and she was fully clothed with her skirt up around her waist; that wouldn't last long but would leave us satisfied. She straddled my face and promptly placed her wet pussy on my mouth. I licked and sucked for all that I was worth. While my mouth was busy working on her clit I had managed to get a finger inside her. 

"God you are so tight and wet" my voice may have been muffled but she knew what I said.

While I was working on her she was finger fucking me to what was going to be the best orgasm in a long time. Her tongue was doing something wonderful to my clit. And it made me life my hips off the floor and bury my mouth in her pussy so I didn't scream out loud.

"AAHHHHHHHH...oh god....don't stop....you are going to make me come."

And she finished her assault on my body by pulling her finger out and removing her tongue and using her teeth to bite and nibble on my clit. And that was all it took.

"Jesus...god...don't stop!!!!!!!!!Eat my pussy and suck on my clit baby!!!" I tried to be quiet but it was so difficult. Eventually my orgasm subsided and I stopped shaking; that is when she sat up and sat right down on my mouth. She had given me what I wanted and now I had to give her what she wanted. 

"mmmmm god yes... just like that. Don't stop what ever you do don't stop eating me out. Feels...soo damn good." I remember being impressed that she managed to keep her voice steady and low as she went higher and higher. I wanted to come all over my face. She wasn't about to disappoint me.

"ohhhh here it comes...shit..." She softly screamed and rubbed her clit on my mouth 

I stuck my tongue inside her and reached around to squeeze her breast and pinch her nipples while she played with her clit. I could feel her body tense as she neared that edge she wanted to go over..

"oooooooooo shit yes god...uhhhuhhhuhh now! Don't stop." That last part she actually screamed. And I felt a sudden gush of something warm and sweet cover my face. I lapped it up like a cat drinking milk. 

She shuddered a few times and rolled over to the other side of me and laughed. " Well to bad we don't work on commission! This would be the mother of all sales..." she glanced at me "don't you think?" 

I knew what she meant and I was willing to buy the hole damn store for the great tongue fucking she just gave me. I walked out of the store with over a grand in underwear...ranging from thongs to g-strings to pairs of see through hi and low cuts...and bras and garter belts and stockings. I definitely had a nice time on my shopping excursion. And when the clerk at the counter of Victoria Secrets asked I told her I had never had so much fun or such wonderful help!!! I left the store with a big smile on my face and I knew that I was glowing. 

And I knew that tomorrow at work Matt would have to notice me...but that is another story for another time.



A Trip To Remember



the daydream beginning after.. Her thoughts began to race..  and ending with... Her own breath was quickening as his fingers inched closer and closer to her private region.

What the hell else could go wrong screamed through her mind as she glared blankly at her monitor? The mesmerizing starfield screen saver had replaced her charts but she continued to stare…

"Stephanie, Stephanie!" Marsha called out with a hand waving wilding in the air, "Over here! Over here!"

They agreed ahead of time that if they should get separated at the security check point they would just meet-up at the gate.  With all the terrorist threats, security guards were no longer tolerant of people loitering in airline terminals.

Stephanie was slowly making her way through the oncoming tidal wave of passengers. She felt as if she were paddling against a raging tide with her carry-on reluctantly in tow.

"Where are all these crazy people coming from?" Stephanie asked with a frazzled look as she finally reached her friend and co-worker at the gate.

"Who knows? Who cares?" Marsha answered with a big toothy smile. "We're out-of-here for seven days and I don't wanna hear about work, home, kids or husbands. Deal?"

"Deal!" Stephanie answered with a wink.

"Good grief girl friend!" Marsha gasped looking to the large bag half-hidden behind Stephanie. "I thought we agreed to travel light?"

"Well, I have this one project I need to finish." Stephanie confessed before lowering her head.

"NOOOOO!" Marsha screamed out with a reddening face.

A multitude of bodies turned towards them, including a security guard.

"What's the problem here?" The muscular uniformed man demanded.

"Oh nothing." Stephanie answered stepping in front of Marsha.

The crowd was dispersing as Stephanie over-flowed with information about their flight and eventual cruise out of Miami.

Marsha stood there in silence, angry at Stephanie for bringing work along on their much needed 'girls only' vacation.

Stephanie was still flirting with the handsome security guard when the flights pre-boarding was announced.

"Well, you two ladies have a safe flight and a great cruise." The friendly guard said before turning to leave.

In all her excitement Stephanie had forgotten about her carry-on. When she turned to retrieve it, it was gone.

"Oh my God!" She screamed out. "Where's my bag? My ID? My money?"

She and Marsha frantically surveyed the adjacent area but her carry-on was no where in sight.

Hurriedly the security guard wrote down all the information Stephanie could give him about her baggage including her phone number and address as the last boarding call was announced.

"Don't worry Ma'am. Get on your plane. I'll do what I can to locate your luggage. Here's my card. Call me when you get back in town." He said with a smile ushering Stephanie off. 

She looked at the card while dashing toward the empty boarding area.

"Thank you Darnell!" Stephanie called back as the agent closed the door behind her.

Once on the plane Stephanie found Marsha half way down the aisle, seated on the left by the window. Lucky for them the middle seat in their row was vacant so they had some comfortable distance between them.

"Don't say it Marsha!" Stephanie warned adding a nervous chuckle as she settled into her seat. 

Marsha just grinned before turning to look out the window. 

Little did Stephanie know… while she was flirting with the sexy security guard Marsha briefly slipped away with her carry-on, removing Stephanie's ID and money before taking it to the desk asking to have it sent downstairs for Stephanie's husband to retrieve later!

Nothing was going to spoil this vacation!

The short flight to Florida was uneventful. Marsha cuddled silently up to the window closing her eyes. Stephanie was quiet; upset at her baggage having been stolen and wondering if Marsha was still angry with her for trying to bring work on their vacation. The last thing she wanted to hear out of Marsha right now was, "That's what you get for bringing it."

It troubled Stephanie to think of her laptop with all the sensitive information on it in the hands of a stranger!  She closed her eyes envisioning that handsome security guard as she clutched his card in her hand.

"Darnell…" whispered in her mind.

What a sexy name for one sexy guy. He could have been Denzel Washington's twin. He looked just like him!

Her thoughts began to race…

Darnell was standing on her doorstep returning her carry-on.

"Oh you found it! How can I ever thank you? Come on in. You can leave it here in the foyer." Stephanie said softly in her seductive voice while standing aside to allow him entry. "I can get it upstairs later." She added coyly.

"Nonsense!" He insisted heading towards the staircase with her luggage in hand. "Just tell me where you want it and I'll put it there."

The muscles beneath his tight black shirt were bulging and his pants were snug showing off his pumped thighs. 

Stephanie watched almost speechless as his nice round ass rocked from side to side in those snug jeans.

Darnell stopped at the base of the stairs turning as Stephanie almost collided into him.

"Where to Stephanie?" He asked with a grin.

Stephanie was melting inside as she stammered out a reply.

"Top of stairs… bedroom… on right." She answered with a girlish giggle.

"Not a problem." He sighed mounting the stairs two at a time like a flighty gazelle!

Stephanie scurried up the stairs trying to catch up.

Darnell was all the way inside her bedroom as she reached her doorway.

"Right here okay?" He asked setting down the bag as he looked around the room. "Your bedroom's awesome." He commented before looking to the corner seeing a bow flex machine. "You work-out Stephanie?" He asked with added enthusiasm.

"My hu... actually I just got it." She corrected herself as her cheeks began to flush.

"They're great! I have one myself." He added walking towards it. "I'm actually a personal trainer and masseuse. I just took the security job at the airport while I build up my clientele."

Stephanie could not believe her ears. Her Doctor recently suggested she find a good masseuse and personal trainer. Was this her lucky day or what?

"Let me give you a demonstration?" He asked guiding Stephanie over to her bed.

"What are you doing?" Stephanie demanded with nervous excitement.

"Well, whenever possible you should start with a good warm-up. Get those muscles limber. Let's start with a massage." He answered confidently.

Reluctantly Stephanie slid onto her stomach on the edge of the bed while her thoughts raced illicitly, envisioning him standing naked behind her. Her heart was pounding as his strong hands grasped her shoulders firmly.

An excited moan escaped her sealed lips as her eyes closed in anticipation.

Slowly he mulled the tense muscles across her shoulder blades.

"Relax this is supposed to feel good. You're still all tense." He leaned forward now whispering. "Just let go Baby. I promise I'll make ya feel real good."

Stephanie felt his warm breath on the nape of her neck and his hardness pressing into her outer thigh… before his talented fingers began working up and down her body.

Her sex was tingling as his strong hands massaged in and out, back and forth, up and down her legs.  She could smell his faint manly scent as he worked up a sweat while his talented hands moved methodically over her quivering body. Her own breath was quickening as his fingers inched closer and closer to her private region.

A loud 'ping' startled Stephanie from her daydream.

"Please fasten your seatbelts, lock your trays and bring your seats to their upright positions. We will be landing in Fort Lauderdale shortly. Thank you." sounded over the intercom.

Stephanie with a flushed face took a deep breath before following the attendant's instructions.

Marsha was adjusting in her seat looking over to her friend. She really wanted to let Stephanie stew about her bag until they were out-to-sea but she knew Stephanie needed her paperwork to board the cruise ship…

"Enjoy the flight?" Marsha asked with her pixie grin.

Still in the thralls of arousal Stephanie answered with only a twisted smile.

By the time the two had disembarked Stephanie was once again agitated over her loss at Dulles Airport. 

"Don't even say it!" Stephanie warned again as they stepped onto the flat escalator in the terminal. She felt naked without her luggage.

Marsha was annoyed at Stephanie's attitude but just smiled trying to prolong Stephanie's punishment as long as possible.

When they reached the baggage claim area Stephanie's cell phone began ringing while she plucked Marsha's luggage off the carousel.

Marsha's heart began pounding. She hoped it wasn't Keith calling to ask why he was summoned to the airport for his wife's carry-on!

Frowning Stephanie pulled the phone out of her jacket. Looking at the displayed number she sighed. "Already? What the hell does he want?" Groaning under her breath she just shut it off before tucking it back inside her pocket.

Marsha breathed a sigh of relief before thanking Stephanie for retrieving her luggage for her.

The short burly attendant, who had been standing close-by watching their every move, asked if they needed assistance.

"We're going on the Carnival Cruise today." Stephanie offered.

"Well then. Your shuttle is already waiting at the curb." He answered while boldly loading their bags onto his flatbed cart.

The girls reluctantly walked behind the squatty porter, eyeing all the scurrying summer clad passengers in the terminal as they were led outside.

"I don't have any money to tip him." Stephanie whispered.

"Don't worry I got it covered."

They both watched as he clumsily loaded their luggage into the bus.

"Thank you." Marsha said reluctantly placing a crumpled dollar bill in the guy's open hand.

"Cheap broad," He mumbled turning to leave.

"Next time ask, Asshole!" Marsha retorted with a satisfied expression.

Without looking back, the porter flipped the bird as he pushed his flatbed cart back inside the terminal!

"I can't believe he did that!" Stephanie gasped.

"I'm over it!" Marsha laughed. "Let's get our asses on that shuttle!"

The bus was full so the girl's squeezed together onto the last available bench seat.

A disturbed expression washed over Stephanie's paling face.

Marsha knew it was time. Reaching into her handbag she pulled out the envelope containing Stephanie's ID, ship's boarding pass and money.

Stephanie's eyes widened as color flushed back into her cheeks. 

"You Shit!" Stephanie sneered.

"I'm sorry Stephanie, but no way was I letting you ruin our trip by bringing work along!"

"But where's my bag?" Stephanie asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"I asked the attendant at the boarding desk to call Keith to come pick it up." Marsha answered proudly.

Breathing a sigh of mixed relief Stephanie suddenly flashed back to her little daydream of Darnell. "Too bad he won't be coming to the house after all" she thought with disappointment.

"I don't know if I should thank you or be pissed." Stephanie grinned.

"Ya, I'm sorry I let you give your phone number and address to that security guard."

"Hey, no big deal. Wasn't he a looker? I'm sure he's trustworthy!"

"Oh you are, are you? Well, you can never be too sure these days. Just because he could have passed for Denzel's twin you trust him?" Marsha rebutted with a raised brow.

"Girlfriend, you read way too many suspense novels!" Stephanie answered with a grin.

They sat in their seats both relieved as the bus lunged away from the curb. The driver appeared to be in a hurry the way he dodged and swerved in and out of traffic. By the time they reached the dock their arms were tired and their hands were sore from holding onto the bar to brace themselves during the ride.

They didn't relax until they were comfortably onboard ship, situated in their suite with all their luggage in sight.

With wide grins they both collapsed back onto their beds. 

"We made it!" Stephanie chirped.

"Yip, seven days of freedom. I'm in heaven already!" Marsha sighed before taking in a deep breath.

"There will be a mandatory evacuation drill on the Promenade deck in fifteen minutes" blared over the loud speaker.

Stephanie slowly pushed up onto her elbows with a frustrated expression on her face. "I need a nap." She sighed before collapsing back.

"What's the matter Stephanie?" Marsha laughed. "They always do these drills first thing. Don't you remember?"

The next few days were bliss. The girls slept in every morning, laid by the pool sipping on their umbrella'd drinks during the day and stayed up late every night; gambling, attending musical revues and even viewing a new movie release! The movie they should have avoided. It was a real steamy story which had Stephanie squirming in her seat fantasizing about Darnell again.

"I'll run a hot shower for you Stephanie. Your first work-out went great! I'm really proud of ya girl!" Darnell called out.

Stephanie was slowly undressing as she sauntered towards the misty bathroom. To her surprise there was Darnell standing nude, facing the mirrored wall. A pleased expression covered his face as he flexed his muscles admiring his reflection in the clouding mirror. 

Stephanie's mouth began watering as her eyes surveyed his beautiful defined body. His gorgeous ebony skin with its mounts and valleys of firm toned flesh was driving her crazy!

With her work-out attire puddled at her feet she stepped out and over them through the doorway. Darnell felt the gush of air precede her and turned about.

Stephanie gasped at the sight of his bobbing erection. Her sex tingled as she imagined her nether lips hugging his thick shiny shaft.

"Like what you see Stephanie?" He whispered in a low sexy slur while walking slowly towards her until their naked bodies touched. 

Electricity streaked through Stephanie's quivering flesh as her jetting nipples gave way to her excitement!

A squeak escaped her lips as Darnell gently scooped his arms under her legs, lifting her off the floor carrying her over to the shower.

Stephanie could not believe this was happening.

Inside the shower Darnell dropped to his knees methodically soaping her body from neck to toe slowly lathering up and down, up and down...

"Relax Baby." He whispered inching her beneath the cascading water.

"Ohhhh Darnell…" She gasped leaning back against the cold wet wall as his fingers lightly caressed her tingling petals.

With clasped hands she gently cupped his head for support. To her surprise he buried his face in her groin piercing his tongue inside her sweet garden. She moaned and arched as his slippery hands inched there way up to cup her breasts. She was tingling from head to toe as his tongue toyed with her sex.

"Ohhh Darrr nelllll…" Stephanie screamed out as the first wave of release swept through her.

"Shhhhhhhhh…!" Marsha whispered elbowing Stephanie in the side.

Stephanie's eyes shot wide-open as she adjusted in her seat. Her face flushed with embarrassment. She was happy for the darkened hall.

By the forth day at sea Stephanie decided to phone home. To her surprise a stranger answered.

"Who is this?" She demanded.

"Who is this?" retorted back.

"This is my house." She answered defiantly.

"Hello. This is my house…" echoed through the receiver.

Stephanie's thoughts were racing wildly. Where was her husband, her daughter? Who was this and what were they doing in her house?

Seeing her distress Marsha asked, "What's the matter Stephanie?"

Pressing her trembling hand over the receiver Stephanie stammered. "Someone's in my house."

With renewed composure Stephanie removed her hand and asked. "Where is Keith?"

"Keith who?" 

"Keith, my husband!" She nearly screamed into the receiver.

With a laugh the person answered, "Lady, you got the wrong number."

Stephanie sighed deeply, flipping her phone closed before breaking into laughter.

"What was that all about?" a confused Marsha asked.

"A wrong number."

"And you accuse me of reading to much!" Marsha laughed. "I'm going to the pool. You going to be all right?" She asked grabbing her book off the bed on her way out.

"Yeah I'll meet you there after I phone home."

Marsha was lounging in the sun, peacefully reading when Stephanie finally joined her.

Stephanie was trembling and looked pale.

"Are you all right?" Marsha asked looking up.

Stephanie eased down onto the chaise lounge beside her before answering.

"You're not going to believe this." She whispered in a daze.

"Your house was robbed." Marsha blurted out.

Stephanie's mouth dropped open.

"I told you, you can't trust anyone these days! Bet it was that security guard at the airport!"

"It couldn't have been him!" Stephanie said defending her daydream lover.

"And why not?" Marsha prodded. "It's to coincidental not to be. Just because he's a hunk doesn't mean he can't be a thief too!"

Stephanie sat there in stunned silence not wanting to believe it could possibly be true.

Marsha put her book down and with closing eyes the girls eased back into their lounges before Stephanie expounded on the conversation she had with her husband.

"And when did this all happen?" Marsha asked.

"Monday night!" Stephanie answered.

"Well then, see? It could've been that airport guy." 

"I wish you'd stop saying that." Stephanie whined thinking of all the sexual daydreams she'd been having about him. "Darnell wouldn't do something like that!" She added in a raised voice.

"Did I hear my name?" 

The girls' eyes darted open to find a shadowed frame standing at the foot of their lounges! The afternoon sun radiating from behind him cast rays of light in every direction. All they could distinguish were the bulging muscles of a very well built male…

"Well, well. Isn't this a surprise?" Darnell said flirtatiously.

Oh my God, how long has he been standing there screamed through Stephanie's thoughts?

"How… Uhhhh… when… What are you doing here?" Stephanie stammered with embarrassment straightening up in her seat.

"I got a call from Carnival saying they needed a Trainer on the Paradise for the remainder of the season so I jumped at the opportunity! I came onboard at the last port! What a frigin fluke to find you here!" He answered with a wide grin.

Stephanie felt relieved but Marsha was silently calculating when he must have left Virginia.

"I need to get back to the gym." He said nervously. "Why don't you and your girlfriend drop by later?"

With a flirty smile Stephanie nodded yes before he turned sauntering off.

"Damn, doesn't he have a nice ass?" Stephanie sighed while her eyes raped him.

"He must." Marsha answered with a chuckle. "You haven't stopped thinking about him since we left Dulles!"

Stephanie laughed settling back into her lounge chair, having forgotten all about the intruder back home. No belongings were reportedly taken; Marsha thought that was odd…

After several hours in the sun Marsha wanted a dip in the Jacuzzi and a short nap before dinner while Stephanie decided to check out the gym!

"Meet you later back in the cabin. Behave yourself." Marsha teased as she left her seat heading for the pool.

Stephanie sat for a moment struggling with herself over whether or not to visit the gym. She didn't care about exercising. It was the trainer she wanted to see or so she thought!

With renewed energy she sprang off her lounge letting out a loud squeal as a pinch in her lower back returned her to the cushion.

A passing deck waiter, seeing her distress suggested she visit the ship's masseuse for relief.

"That's a great idea." Stephanie said appreciatively as he helped her to her feet. "I was going to schedule a massage while onboard anyway."




A Trip To Remember



"I'm sure they'll forgo the needed appointment if you hobble in." He whispered with a chuckle.

The young man was kind enough to escort Stephanie below deck, leaving her at the salon's entrance.

"Good luck Ma'am. Hope they get you all fixed up!"

"Thank you very much!" Stephanie called out as he disappeared around the corner.

The door was opening as Stephanie turned around.

She gasped seeing Darnell standing in the doorway.

"Just couldn't wait to see me again huh?" He asked leaning into her.

Stephanie took a small step and let out a squeak.

"Oh no! What's the matter?" He asked sympathetically, extending his arm to her.

"I think I pinched something when I was getting up from my chaise lounge." She answered in her natural sultry voice.

"Yeah, I don't like the design of those chairs. They really need to get rid of them. You're not the first person to strain a muscle trying to get out of those!" He added in a raised voice while helping Stephanie inside.

"Is that so?" Stephanie commented wondering if there were any lawsuits pending because of them.

"Come on in here. I'll get you all fixed up at no charge!" He announced as they passed the reception desk.

"But Mr. Washing…" The cute little receptionist started to say.

"It's Darnell." He corrected her. "You're thinking of my cousin!"

"I'm sorry," She apologized, "But Miss Wells has an appointment in ten minutes."

"Well then, you'd better get on the horn and reschedule her." He barked back while steering Stephanie into a private room.

"Thank you Darnell." 

"You're welcome Stephanie, but I'm trying to look out for the Ship's interest too. Way too many lawsuits are filed when they could be avoided if only people would treat one another with a little more concern and respect. Don't you think?"

"I sure do."

Inside the room Darnell offered Stephanie an herbal drink to help relax her during her massage.

He explained his techniques and asked about any medical conditions she may have that he should be aware of.

"Other than being stiff all the time?" Stephanie answered with a girlish giggle.

"Now that sounds more like a problem I might have." He joked before adding, "You can take your suit off and slip this towel around you." 

Stephanie felt her face flush as she took the offered towel. It was no bigger than a hand towel.

"Oops, wrong towel." He laughed taking it from her handing her a bath sheet instead before turning to leave the room. "Slowly climb onto the bench and drape the towel over you. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Stephanie eased out of her swimsuit and onto the table pulling the towel over her as the door opened.

"Miss me?" Darnell asked with a chortle peeking his head in around the door jam before entering. 

Stephanie felt her face flushing again as he neared the bench.

"Just close your eyes and relax" were the last echoing words Stephanie remembered hearing.

Marsha heard faint tapping on the cabin door and opened it to find a dazed Stephanie standing there.

"You all right?" Marsha asked. "Where's your key?"

Without a word Stephanie passed her and flopped down onto her bed before closing her eyes.

Marsha stood there for a moment wondering what that was all about.

"Well, I'm not a babysitter" she thought as she walked over to Stephanie.

"I'm going to dinner. Catch you later." She whispered.

Marsha locked the door and was off.

Dinner was wonderful. The dining room staff put on their own little cabaret during the meal, dancing and singing between entrees. It was quite entertaining! As dessert was being served Stephanie sauntered into the room and over to the table.

"Decided to join me after all?" Marsha asked looking up from her plate.

The waiter pulled the chair out for Stephanie to sit down.

"Thank you." She smiled adjusting in her seat.

"Well now, don't you look all relaxed?" Marsha commented. "Fall asleep on the chaise earlier?"

Stephanie just smiled answering blankly, "I guess so."

She had no recollection of her visit with Darnell and didn't mention his name again for the remainder of the cruise.

By the time she returned home the commotion over the break-in had all but been dismissed and it was as if her encounter with Darnell at the airport and onboard ship had never happened…  Or so she thought…



A Trip to Remember



I was sitting around doing completely nothing when I got a new IM. He said he was a Master and was looking for a slave. I giggled at the thought but talked to him anyway. We talked about what roles the slave would play and how things operated in that type of relationship, and as funny as it was at first to me, I decided it sounded like something I wanted to try. I kept talking to him over the next few weeks until finally I was officially his new slave to use and abuse. Then one night I got a phone call...

"Get your stuff together slut, you're coming for a visit!" he said in a firm voice

"Are you being serious? I haven't had time to tell anyone and I would be missing work." I protested

"Are you refusing? Because you know what happens when you refuse me.."

"No Sir, sorry." I couldn't believe he was serious but I knew better than to object any further. I grabbed some clothes and the essentials and headed out the door. He had told me to get on a flight to Kansas City and then from there he said there was a super 8 hotel a few blocks from the airport with reservations. I got on the plane and slept most of the way, and after getting off the plane I found my way to a shuttle bus to get to the hotel. After I got there I checked in under my name and as he said there was a room waiting. I went to the room and put all my stuff in the drawers and got comfortable. I turned the tv on to USA then I got in the tub and took a nice relaxing bath, I needed it. I lay in the bathtub full of bubbles just thinking about my Master. I wondered what he was planning and why he wasn't here. I didn't know my way around and I was completely stranded. I knew he wanted me helpless and I was. Thinking about him was getting me hot but I was under chastity, I hate that punishment. 

I stepped out of the tub and let the water slowly out. I stood in front of the mirror gazing at my body. It was cold and the breeze made my nipples hard. I dried off and put my bikini and tee shirt on. Then I stepped out of the bathroom and went to the bed and turned down the covers. I put some lotion on my legs then jumped into bed and started watching the tv. It was late and I was tired so I watched tv till I couldn't hold my eyes open and then I turned it off and went to bed.

"Mmmmppppphhhh!!" I woke up to a hand over my mouth and a black hooded face staring at me, I panicked as I tried to move but was trapped under the figure. Shaking my head violently around he pushed down on my jaw harder and started to squeeze my face, it hurt so bad

"Shut up slave, you're mine!" his tone was low and serious. Upon hearing the voice I knew exactly who it was and I froze in fear. I remembered him talking about me never going home if I visited I assumed he was joking but now I feared what was coming. He rolled my over quickly taking a hold of my arm so I couldn't attempt to get away. I quickly tucked my other arm under my belly and started begging him to get off me.

" Give me your arm right now."

"No, let me go!!" squirming and trying to get loose. The grip on my arm got tighter and he pulled my arm up until the joint was straining.

"It would really be bad for you if you had to start your life as my slut with a broken arm." He kept pulling my arm up. Then suddenly he struck me with his fist on my head. I yelled in sharp pain as he hit me over and over till I cried in apology and gave him my arm. He took my other arm and handcuffed them together. Then he put a gag in my mouth and shoved me off the bed till I fell into the floor. He pulled my up by my hair and shoved me out the door and into the trunk of his car where I stayed for what seemed like hours.

The trunk opened suddenly and I squinted at the light, wondering where I was, what was going to happen, and what time it was. He quickly grabbed a hand full of hair and threw me out of the trunk and onto the ground. 

"Im going to let you go, so you can crawl like a proper slave, but if you try anything you will be very sorry, understand slut?"

I nodded my head yes, once he untied me and took out the gag I got onto all fours and looked down awaiting his next order. He motioned me to follow as he walked into the house. I crawled by his side obediently. Once we got into the house I was told to kneel in front of a chair as he sat down, I kept my eyes to the floor.

"You were bad at the hotel, and you refused. You will be punished for that." his voice was stern and so cold it sent shivers through my body. Without thinking I lifted my head to look at him. As soon as our eyes met he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it to the floor. He pushed my head into the floor and kept pushing till I cried out, afraid he was going to break my nose with the pressure

"Did I say you could look at me?"

"No sir.."

"Then why did you?? You just keep getting yourself deeper in debt don't you."

Crying I stopped resisting and he let go of my head but I didn't move. He pulled me up to all fours and pulled me by the hair to a room that looked like a prison, my prison. There were chains on the walls with shackles at their ends. One wall had assorted items of punishment on it. There was everything from nipple clamps to cat of nine tails. I froze.

"Welcome home." he said as he looked down at me and laughed noticing my fear.

"Get your slutty self over there right now!" he pointed to a chain in the middle of the room. I slowly crawled to the chains. He followed and put the cuffs around my wrists that were attached to the chain. The chain was just long enough for me to kneel but not long enough for me to get away from anything. I started to breathe heavy. He walked over to the wall and picked up a whip. It must have been a bull whip because it was thick and long. I looked up at the whip in fear and tried to shrink back finding I couldnt get anywhere because of the chains, he watches me and laughs. Then without warning he raises his arm above his head and brings down the whip violently to my back. I cry out in pain not expecting it to hurt so much. He continues to whip me over and over till he reaches 20 lashes, my back was red in welts and bleeding. He walks to the front and smiles at my tear stained face.

"Ready to be a good slave like youre supposed to be?"

"Yes sir im ready to be your good slave." I say ragged and worn out

"Good then you will thank me for ever strike I give you." with that he brings the whip down over my breast, I wail out in pain and choke out a thank you. He strikes me again harder in the same place exactly, I scream in pain and once again struggle with a thank you. This continues on and on.

"I think you've had enough." I almost melt when I hear those words. He walks out of the room. I fall back and lay in the floor just then I look over and he comes back, I look at him curious and afraid. 

"Perfect position slut." I make a move to get up he and steps on my face and pushes my head back down roughly to the floor. He starts to grind his foot into my face as I cry out and grab his leg. 

"Let go right now!" I quickly let go of him and he lifts his foot up. Then he sits down on my chest right under my neck. He quickly snaps a leather collar around my neck, my hands immediately jump to my neck fearing he will choke me to death. He grabs my hands and bends them backwards till they pop and crack and almost break, I cry out and try to squirm away. He lets go of my hands and looks at me. I stare into his eyes as he pulls a remote from his pocket. I look at the remote in wonder. He presses a button and immediately I feel a shock to my neck, I grab the collar and shake and scream under him. He lets go of the button and I struggle to get the collar off. 

"It's no use and I advise you to stop trying." he says half laughing at my struggling I don't stop however and I soon receive another shock I shake and scream again. I let go of the collar and try to calm down not attempting to get loose.

"Now how have we learned our lesson?"

I shake my head yes

He returns the remote to his pocket and pulls out a knife with a long sharp serrated blade. He hold the knife over my face and runs his fingers down the blade, I stare at the blade and watch uncomfortably. He puts the blade at my neck, then he moves off me and runs the blade down my chest, over my breast and down to my belly button. He takes the knife back up to my neck and starts cutting away my shirt, or what is left of it by now. He runs his fingers over my breasts and belly making me squirm around, then get gets down to my bikini, as he starts to pull it off I attempt to sit up and try to push him away, but im greeted with a knife to my throat pressing hard almost cutting the flesh

"If you wish to die, then keep resisting." I tense up, angry and helpless. He cuts off the bikini and laughs at the landing strip I have shaved. Keeping the knife at my throat he grabs some hair and pulls sending tears to my eyes and I cry out. He reaches down to my clit and squeezes it between a finger and a fingernail, I cry out in pain and squirm around. He sits on top of me again then takes the shackles off of the chain and attaches it to the floor so I cannot move at all. 

"You're mine now, and Im going to mark you as so." he holds up his knife as he says this. Then he takes it and puts it to my belly and pushes it into my skin, as it punctures the flesh I scream out and start to thrash around. He stops, pulls the knife out and punches me hard in the mouth over and over till I spit out blood and my lips are swelled up.

"Now maybe you'll shut up!" he puts the knife back to my belly and cuts into me again. He moves the blade in my skin and carves his initials into my skin. Then he pulls the blade out and wipes it on my cheek to clean it off. He studies his handiwork for a few seconds

"So what do you think?" he asks mockingly

"I don't know."

Wrong answer bitch. He slaps me hard across the face 

"Now give me a proper response!"

"I like it sir, it looks good."

"I don't much like it, I have a better idea." he gets off of me and walks over to the wall of objects. He puts the whip back and places the knife on the wall as well. Then he picks up a metal pole with something on the end. He also picks up what looks like a Bunson burner and puts the end of the pole over it till it turns red hot. Then he picks up the pole and walks to me, I yell and squirm trying desperately to get loose without getting anywhere. He sticks the red hot metal on my breasts and the flesh burns. I scream and cry in pain shaking and trying to get loose. Then he rips the brander from my flesh and admires the three initials left behind. He unties me and forces me to my hands and knees, then he leads me to a cage in the corner of the room. I go into the cage.

"Good-Bye for now slut, ill be back later."



A Trip to Remember



"Why, oh why did I choose to travel Pakistan Airlines and that too from JFK, the worst airport in the Western hemisphere?" I questioned myself, as the security queue inched a bit further on towards the metal detector and then to the relative peace of the departure gates. 

Well, I had taken this flight because a single aircraft would jet me home to Karachi with just two fueling stops in Manchester and Lahore, and would take 12 hours less than the trip on Emirates via Hamburg and Dubai. JFK was the obvious choice as PIA flew daily from there to Pakistan. Also the cost on this airline was significantly lower than on the Arabic carrier, and I had bought a return ticket during my last visit home. 

The queue was long and painfully slow. Furthermore the pressure of people adding to the line kept forcing those ahead together and I could feel myself sandwiched between a fifty something mom in front and a thirty something South Asian looking man behind me. As the line surged behind us, I lost my footing and the he grabbed me from the waist and left arm. Without this support, I would have certainly ended up on the floor. Another push from behind meant that one of his arms was around my waist and the other was holding my left hand, and this while my body was totally melded against his. 

"Careful, miss," he said, "the people behind are pushing like animals."

I thanked him for his help and he slowly released me. But we were unable to fully disengage and another shove meant that I had to just accept that we would be in very close proximity until the metal detector was navigated. Here was a good example of where the norms in Pakistan are a lot better, there women and children would get preference to get through such devices and would not be forced into a unisex line. It took another 10 awkward minutes or so before I finally arrived at the top of the queue. During these moments I was saved from tripping a couple more times and all the while I could feel his pelvic region right up against my ass. I could swear I felt something growing and stirring next to my behind, but was too focused on getting through to realize that the friction was probably giving him a hard on.

Add to the friction the fact that I was at the prime age of 23, having just finished college in the US. I had embraced the country and culture wholeheartedly in my four year stay. Today, given that I was an experienced traveler, I had opted on a smart mid length skirt, short heels and a T-shirt. I figured I would change to a shalwar kameez closer to Lahore. This attire, though fairly ordinary, nicely allowed me to show the curve on my legs. I was proud of the athletic regimen I had strictly followed to ensure my figure was well proportioned and maintained. The T-shirt was not buttoned all the way and let me display a fair bit of cleavage, notably if I bent over. With my hair cascading down nearly down to my waist, my fair skin and light eyes, I was quite the ideal Pakistani-Western woman. It was no surprise that the guy jammed up against me was getting turned on; he could probably feel the warmth of my skin through the light fabric of my skirt and the flimsy panties underneath.

Thanks to heaven no lights lit up as I went through the detector. I was not in the mood to be strip searched by the dyke type female security guard standing next to a close by check room. The same did not hold true for my handbag. Though I had been careful about what I had carried, I was sent to another inspector who began to look through and take out some stuff. Of course, there was nothing suspect inside and the guard mouthed a low "thank you" and allowed me to proceed. However, as I was refilling my bag, my passport and ticket dropped to the ground. I was pleasantly surprised to see the same gentlemen, who had I been squeezed up, handing the things to me.

"So you are from Pakistan too?" he queried, "are you going to Lahore on PIA by any chance?" 

"No, I am on PIA but continuing to Karachi," I replied politely. 

Seeing my name on the boarding pass he responded, "I will see you on board then, Ms. Iram Mansoor".

I thanked him again and as he went off towards the Business Class lounges, I figured I would not be running into him any more. He was a rugged and handsome guy, with features that would not easily identify him as Pakistani. He was dressed very smart casual, and carried a sizable notebook computer and expensive looking luggage. 

II

After what seemed like an endless wait, given that the aircraft was delayed by two hours, boarding was finally announced. A wave of people rushed to get on quick, but they were held back by the departure lounge crew. Once order was restored, I found myself about mid way in the pack. Slowly I made my way to the counter and handed over my boarding card. 

"Miss Iram," said the gate agent, "we had a free seat in Business Class and have upgraded you all the way to Lahore. You may have to change back to Economy for the Karachi leg, but check with the staff before you do so. Have a good flight." 

That was certainly great news, given that the PIA Boeing 777 aircraft, while quite new, was pretty cramped in the economy sections. I would now have a lovely business class experience probably all the way home. Why I was upgraded was not a concern that I had, I figured I had made a good impression at the PIA check-in desk and the guys had remembered me. I did look and act memorable compared to the normal load of passengers on this particular flight. A couple of batted eyelids had melted the resolve of the check-in agent to charge me for the significant excess baggage I was carrying along. I knew I was pretty, so why be shy and coy. America had taught me to use my resources to my advantage, and beauty was something I could count on. 

I had the window seat on the right side of the aircraft and in the second row. It was not that I had never been in business class before. I had just never been upgraded or flown for such a long journey. The seats looked very inviting compared to the sardine can layout in the back sections and I flopped in to mine with a smile on my face. I gratefully accepted the glass of fresh juice and the newspaper from the stewardess. As I read the paper, I felt someone take the seat next to mine. Looking up, I was surprised to see the fellow from the security line sitting there. 

"Hello again Iram, I was wondering if they were going to get you into this seat," he said. 

"Hi again," I replied, "and you are?" 

"Forgive me, I am Fareed Mir from Lahore and Chicago," he introduced himself. 

It was Fareed who had talked to the PIA Station Manager about giving me the seat next to him, and since the Manager remembered me from the check-in desk, he complied. After all he was Fareed's friend from high school and this was the least he could do for his buddy. 

"So why did you ask for me?" I queried him with some suspicion. 

"I'll be frank, I would rather have a very beautiful young lady, who I believe will carry on an intelligent conversation, next to me rather than some average Joe from Pakistan," he confessed, "I hope you do not mind my company all the way to Lahore." 

Actually I was rather hoping to have someone good to talk with also and Fareed fitted the bill, and now I was in his debt for the upgrade. 

The aircraft finally departed nearly three hours behind schedule and we ascended into the night for the journey eastwards. Almost immediately the crew came to life and soon as we leveled dinner was served. I was pretty famished, since I had an early lunch and dinner was quite late compared to my routine. The food was exquisite and I wolfed it down with gusto. During the meal, Fareed nudged me and asked if I would like an alcoholic beverage. PIA does not serve booze and he had brought a bottle of Vodka on board from the Duty Free. Not being a prude as far as alcohol went, and figuring it would help me get some sleep, I accepted and soon we had polished off more than half the bottle. We did get a few stares from the other passengers, either a rebuke for drinking or an appreciation that we were having a good time. By the time dessert was done, I was fairly tipsy. The lights dimmed and I extended the sleeper seat to its fullest and dozed off. 

III

Aamir and I had been introduced to each other a couple of years ago by our respective families. He was completing his Master's level work also in the US and there was a feeling that we would make a good couple. Aamir was presentable, articulate and knew he was going places. He also was the single child of very wealthy parents, so money was not going to be an issue in his life. Just before I returned for my senior year at college, we were engaged in a lavish ceremony in Karachi. 

Aamir attended university on the West Coast, while I was in College on the Eastern Seaboard. Because of the distance we would spend hours daily chatting on the phone. I had not yet experienced sexual intimacy, despite three years of college in the US, since I was at an all-girls school. However, as boys were the favourite topic of discussion at any gathering of girls, I was intrigued by the descriptions of various acts that were given by my colleagues. I often fantasized about making love to Aamir and almost always woke up with a sticky feeling down below. 

Then Aamir surprised me by showing up at my dorm during Thanksgiving break. He had come to visit friends in Boston and his plan to be a bolt from the blue worked well on me. Luckily I had just finished mid-term exams or my grades would have taken a serious beating. We made plans to go for dinner at a fancy restaurant that evening and he made sure he arrived punctually. I wore stylish designer jeans and high heeled boots and topped them with a lovely blouse and short jacket. Aamir's eyes ate me up and I could see that I had made a real impact. Dinner was lovely and we made small talk for a couple of hours as the courses were served. Aamir, like me, was not averse to having a drink, and we celebrated with a bottle of champagne. 

I was quite giggly as he drove us home. Since it was a holiday, most of the girls had gone. No one challenged Aamir as he walked me over to my room. Guys were not normally allowed into the rooms, but rules could be bent if you knew the right people. Aamir pulled me close and kissed me deeply. The champagne had dulled my inhibitions and I melted into his arms, allowing him to kiss my lips, cheeks, face, neck and so on. He shut the door, sat on my desk chair and placed me on his lap, still kissing me wherever he could. As I began to get more flushed, he slid the jacket off my arms. I next felt his fingers undoing my blouse and soon he was touching the bare skin on my torso as this piece of clothing was discarded. I tensed as I felt him releasing my bra clasp and tried to push him away. Instead he stood us both up and with my back towards him, slowly took the bra off. His hands grasped my breasts and I could feel his throbbing manhood at my rear. He sat me down on the bed, unzipped my boots and set them to one side, correctly figuring I would throw a fit if my shoes were scuffed. Putting his hands to my midsection he then undid the buttons on my jeans and soon these were lying on the ground. 

"No Aamir, please do not do this," I pleaded, secretly hoping that he would ravish me that very instant. 

My pleas fell on deaf ears and my panty was too slinky to survive the pull he gave, as it shredded off my legs, exposing my vagina to him. 

Aamir bent over me and whispered, "now remove my clothes, Iram." 

In a flash, I had him out of his clothing. He took a condom from his jacket and rolled it on to his penis, which was the biggest I had ever seen so close up. I lay back expecting bells and whistles to go off. Instead, I felt myself being rent apart as his prick entered my virgin orifice. He slacked and pressed a few times before I felt an intense pain and then had a sense of being filled up. Aamir's cock was firmly inside me. As a Pakistani girl, I should have kept my virginity to my wedding night, but since I was fucking my husband to be, it did not feel wrong. Aamir began breathing in a laboured fashion and soon jerked as a gasp escaped his throat. I was too focused on the pain to feel anything else. He relaxed and lay back on top of me. 

Through the night we made love a few more times. Although my vagina became quite sore, I began to feel some inner pleasure from the battering Aamir gave me. I enjoyed his exploration of my body and when he licked my privates. However, I was not bold enough to agree to sucking his cock. After all it had given me so much pain when he had deflowered me, I could not fathom the hurt it could lay on my mouth. Aamir made up for his disappointment at not get a blow job by fucking me doggie style. I again drew the line at anal sex, though I allowed him to stick his finger into my back side. Finally exhausted, we cleaned up and I sneaked him out of the dorm before too many people were up and about. 

I had repaid Aamir in kind during Easter by going to California with some colleagues and dropping in on his apartment late in the evening, without any prior warning. I stripped down to a rather skimpy bikini and spread myself on a deck chair by the pool. I then gave him a call to come down and help me with luggage. He was down in a flash and the sight of me in barely any clothes worked wonders on his midsection. Needless to say Easter was wonderful, but I hardly saw any of California, given I was never in enough of a clothed state to venture very far from him. 

I was now on my way back, and he would be coming home soon also. Our wedding had already been planned for December the same year. In the three or so months since our last encounter, I dreamt of the moment every night. Often I would discover my fingers delving deep into the recesses of my vagina and then resulting wetness all around. 

IV

I felt a hand envelop mine and help my index finger into my pussy. The pressure increased as another finger of mine and one of the stranger's also found their way in. 

"Ooh, that's lovely Aamir," I moaned, "rub me some more." 

The fingers began to move with a nice rhythm. I felt my blouse being unbuttoned and my breast being caressed. 

"Kiss me please," I implored, as I turned my face to one side. I felt my lips being crushed as a tongue entered my mouth. 

I came mightily, and woke up shocked to see Fareed kissing me full on the mouth, while fingering my pussy and fondling my breast. My blouse was open more than half way almost releasing one breast from the cup. The skirt had ridden up, exposing my panties and our hands were under the sheer cloth, teasing my vagina. Both of us had blankets over us and it was dark in the plane, so no one could see what either of us had been up to. 

"What are you doing?" I hissed, trying to get his hands off my body. 

Instead he grabbed my vagina harder and pushed another finger in. 

Stroking my neck with his free hand, he whispered, "you were asking me to kiss you and to do some things, I just went along with whatever you asked." 

Apparently I had audibly babbled on in my sleep, damn the vodka! 

"Aren't you ashamed trying something like this with an unmarried, virginal girl?" I responded.

"Well unmarried yes, untouched no, Iram," he replied again, winking at me. 

His fingers were moving in and out quicker and I did not want to make a noise that would bring unwanted attention from the crew and hundreds of fellow passengers. My body began to react to the stimulus and I reached another orgasm. Fareed took his fingers out and ran his hands down my legs, pulling my panties off. 

"These will make a lovely souvenir," he chuckled. 

"Please give them back," I begged, remembering that I had accidentally packed all my other panties into my bag and had not kept any spares in my hand luggage.

"Okay, but on the condition that you be nice to me on the journey," he replied. 

"All right," I agreed, "what do I have to do?" 

"Well to start with, let me please see those beautiful breasts," he requested.

I went red in the face, but he suggested I remove my blouse and bra under the blanket. I put the blanket on my back and pulled it close as I took off my clothing. Fareed slowly dropped the front and revealed my chest. 

"They are truly marvelous," he said admiringly as he began to suck on my nipples.

I was getting aroused. He looked around and saw the restroom area was empty. 

"Follow me," he ordered.

I put my blouse back on and holding the bra in one hand entered the washroom. Fareed came in behind me and locked the door. He sat down on the commode and undid his pants to remove his cock. Turning me around, he lifted my skirt and positioned my rear over his manhood. Slowly he managed to fit his cock into my pussy. 

"You are not wearing a condom," I whined. 

"It's okay, I will not come in you, I do not want to be a dad either yet," he responded. 

I began to move up and down his shaft, which seemed larger than Aamir's. After a few minutes, he beckoned me to get off. He now asked me to sit on the toilet and before I knew it forced his cock into my mouth. Holding my head he kept ramming it in as I gagged for breath. Thankfully he exploded within moments and I was forced to suck everything down, as he ordered, or risk it all over my clothes. He cleaned himself, kissed me on the lips and went out quickly. I heard him telling someone that the toilet was not working and he should go to the next one. I found packets of toothpaste and brushes in the washroom and was happy to clean out my mouth. I had been forced in some way, but had found the experience to my liking. I was relieved he had not come in my pussy; a pregnancy would have been something to explain to everyone in Karachi. I had also been pleasantly surprised by the blow job, it was not as awful as I had thought, rather the feeling of power over the man, given that one could bite down with gusto, was something to relish. 

"Iram you were wonderful," Fareed murmured as I returned to my seat. 

I found my panties on the seat but decided to not wear them yet as my pussy was still excited and I could feel wetness oozing out of it periodically. A few moments later the lights came on and breakfast was served in anticipation of landing at Manchester. We had just finished and gotten back to our seats in time or things could really have taken a less than palatable twist. 

Fareed leaned over and joked, "you've already eaten me, I would love to eat you, this food is not really needed!" 

I nibbled at the breakfast all the same to get my mind off things. Well I had certainly had a club class experience and my fellow passenger had already entered nirvana. I did not feel violated, maybe out of a sense of debt repayment for the upgrade, but more likely for the fact that I had enjoyed the spontaneity and danger of mile high sex. And we were still just half-way to Lahore!

V

As we exited, we were told the stop was for one hour more than usual, due to some technical reason. The Manchester Station Manager was waiting at the gate passing out Club Lounge passes to the Business Class passengers. Fareed grabbed a couple and led me to the lounge in the departure area. After seating us in a relatively empty section, he went off to ostensibly visit the duty free shops. He returned a little while later and was laden with reading material and other items. 

He asked me if I was grungy and would like to have a shower. After the night's antics, I was certainly up for this. He asked me to grab my vanity kit and come with him. Soon we were at a restroom area, with signs for showers indicated. A Sikh attendant was there and Fareed gave him some money. He handed us towels and showed us into a cubicle which was attached to a shower. I had expected separate male and female showers, but Fareed had bribed the guy to let us into the same place. There was a fair sized bench and a wash basin apart from the shower.




A Trip to Remember



While I was still soaking in the implications of being in the same shower, Fareed had grabbed me close and was already pulling down my skirt. Since things had already gone far enough, I did not object and he soon had me nude. 

"You are gorgeous, Iram, I am so lucky to have met you," he spoke while rubbing my breasts. 

My cheeks turned red at the compliment, as he disrobed quickly and laid me down on the bench. 

Pulling out a pack of condoms from his pocket and stating, "Manchester Boots Duty Free to the rescue," he put one on. 

With my legs splayed either side of the bench, he pushed his cock into my willing pussy. Fareed pumped for quite a while, giving me a couple of orgasms in the process. Finally spent in the condom, he pulled out. 

"Let's shower up," he suggested and we proceeded to enjoy the warm water for about half an hour still playing with each others' privates. 

Cleaned and freshened up, I was looking to put my blouse and skirt on again, when he pulled a package out of the Duty Free bag. Inside was a sharp Liz Claiborne mid length dress, which covered the breasts and closed in a choker at the neck, but had the back dropping to just a couple of inches from the derriere. The hem, however, did extend six inches below the knees. Along with it was a jacket that could be worn to hide the deep back. 

"You don't mind if I keep the blouse and skirt as remembrance of our encounter?" he asked and I nodded assent. 

Another box contained a sharp set of stilettos, and in my size, but I was not going to let him have the shoes I was wearing as those were personal favourites. 

"Check them out and change them if they don't look good," he suggested. 

The stilettos were an exact fit and showed off my pretty feet in good measure. Dressed to kill, I returned to the aircraft as boarding was announced. I certainly got a lot of stares, given my new dress and fresh look, but no one could have figured out how much had transpired in the past 12 or so hours since the queue at JFK. 

VI

As the dress was backless, I could not put my bra on, and so my bare breasts perked up the front nicely and the nipples were clearly visible. Since I did not want to spoil the jacket by wearing it all through the flight, I had the stewardess hang it in the coat rack thereby exposing my back greatly. By now I could have cared less if anyone objected to my mode of dress. Not only was I traveling better than I had paid for, I certainly was getting serviced a great deal more. Incidentally, as the crew had changed, and I was clearly the snazziest dressed female on board, I was now receiving a lot of attention from the male attendants in particular. Backless dresses are not the norm in Pakistan and I was certainly giving many of them painful erections as they were able to see almost down to the crack of my ass. The female crew was also busy chatting about my dress and "decadent" look. One even ventured to ask if I was a model or designer, and I playfully confessed to being both, much to the enjoyment of Fareed, who was soaking in the action. Within the first hour, every crew member had been in the vicinity to stare at me.

Lunch was served and things returned to normal on the aircraft. I wonder if any of the guys had to go jerk off in the washrooms from the hard-ons they got leering at me. Sure enough, Fareed pulled out a few British ales and I enjoyed downing them with him. So they were a few calories, but they certainly make them good in that part of the world. 

As I snuggled up again to catch some sleep, Fareed murmured, "you need to change into something Pakistani before we land or you know this dress will give people heart attacks if you come off the plane in it." 

We had both covered ourselves with blankets and Fareed's fingers soon found their target. He fingered me for a pretty long time and I was worried the dress may get stained. Luckily it did not. 

The flight droned on, the impact of lunch and lack of sleep made most of the passengers doze off. Fareed suggested it was time to change into a more appropriate outfit. As I went into a washroom to change, he knocked and I slipped him inside. Needless to say a quick fuck and clean up followed. We kissed for a few minutes and then he left me to make myself presentable. As the plane came over Pakistani territory, heading to Lahore, I stepped out in proper regional attire, much to the disappointment of many on the aircraft.

The plane landed in Lahore, nearly four hours behind schedule. Just as the lights were dimmed, Fareed sneaked a kiss. He bid me goodbye and talked to the chief steward on the way out. I saw him going up the gangway and wondered if I would see him again or if the past 24 hours had ever happened. The fact that the dress was in my luggage and that I could still feel his hands on my privates meant that I had truly undergone the experience. 

VII

It took a while for the flight to prep up and leave for my ultimate destination, Karachi. Finally we were off the ground and the end to my journey was just an hour and a few minutes away. As I had anticipated, no one asked me to go back into Economy Class and so my trip continued in comfort. But, half an hour into the trip, the Captain came on advising of freak thunderstorms in Karachi. Since the airport had been shut down for the time being, we would be returning to Lahore to wait out the weather.

We landed and passengers were asked to go into the departure lounge. As we reached the baggage hall, I found myself looking at Fareed. He came up and told me he had heard about the storm and flight cancellations and had taken a chance to see if I was coming back. Furthermore he advised that the storm was in fact a full blown cyclone in the Arabian Sea that would mean Karachi was closed for at least half a day. 

"Why Fareed, how do you know all this?" I asked, secretly relieved to see him in a city I did not really know. 

"Iram, I work for the ICAO and am supposed to know what is going on with airlines and weather and so on," was his response. 

I now figured out how he was getting treated so much better all around and could pull strings with the airline. He had arranged for PIA to get me a room in the Pearl Continental Hotel, which was the premier place in town. While the bags remained on the flight, I was advised to come back after 12 hours. Meanwhile the immigration formalities for those going to Karachi were now done in Lahore as arrangements for their stays were being made. An officer delivered my stamped passport and I was soon in my room at the hotel. I would no longer need to go through customs and immigration in Karachi, thanks heaven for small mercies! 

VIII

Some time after I had arrived and finished showering up to sleep, there was a knock on the door. Not surprisingly, Fareed was there with a bunch of packages in tow. I should have denied him entry, but so much water had passed under the bridge that I felt a certain friendship with him. Lovers we were, but I was also enjoying his company. 

"Iram, I have brought you some of the finest foods from Lahore, it would be a travesty if you did not get to sample the cuisine while here," he said laying out a half dozen items on the table. 

"But this food is messy and you don't want it all over yourself, so take off your dress and put some towels over yourself," he hinted to me. 

I did as he directed and enjoyed the treatment as he seated me naked in his lap and alternatively fed me tasty bits of the food and tickled my body parts. Finally I could not eat any more. 

I was, however, ready for more sex and lay down on the bed. Fareed, now unclothed, opened my legs wide and sucked on my pussy until I felt an orgasm build up and dissipate. Licking my legs, midsection and breasts, he positioned himself and entered my pussy yet again. We lay entwined and he began to slowly make love to me. For once we were not having a quickie or in any danger of discovery, and the sensation was wonderful. After a while he asked me to sit on top and straddle his cock. I did so without question and began to buck as he enjoyed the sight of my breasts bouncing in their glory as his penis vanished into and emerged from my vagina. I pulled him out as he began to thrash a bit and took his cock into my mouth, peeling the condom off first. He came, but not to the extent of the first blow job, and I had no trouble swallowing the love juice down. Still, I was impressed that he had managed to fuck me repeatedly in the past day or so. Aamir had not managed more than twice a day while we were together in the States.

Fareed asked me to leave a wake up call with the front desk and we went to sleep in each others' arms. The call got us out of deep slumber. As we had over one hour till the car was due for the airport, I began to rub his cock rhythmically. His response was automatic and he was up quickly. Rather than putting me on my back, he turned me face down. Picking up my bottle of lotion from the side table, he greased his cock. I was wondering what he was up to when his prick invaded my backside. I yelped and begged him to withdraw, but he thrust all the way in. Slowly the pain subsided and I began to enjoy his pulling in and out of my ass. He grunted as whatever sperm he could muster was deposited into my rectum. Not only had he fucked me royally, he had also introduced me to the joys of anal and oral sex.

I figured Fareed was also well and truly fucked. He bid me goodbye, before the phone rang to advise about the car waiting for the ride to the airport. I was sure this was going to be the last time I would see him and was glad that the episode was coming to an end. We had been intimate, and it had made a journey very pleasant. But it was now time to put this sojourn behind me and embark on the next part of my life with my soon to be husband. Importantly, Aamir would be glad to both get his blowjobs and to fuck my ass if he so desired, without any objections from me, as those inhibitions were now ancient history. 

IX

This time the aircraft took off without incident. Fareed had brought me a designer shalwar kameez and this time I really looked like a Pakistani runway model. My business class seat was still there and so was the elevated level of attention from the flight crew. Exactly as indicated, the plane touched down at a very wet Karachi airport one hour and thirty minutes later. I had half expected to lose my bags, but sure enough they were there on the carousel. 

More importantly Aasim was standing in the baggage area to receive me. We demurely shook hands as any further public display would render us liable to prosecution. 

"You look smashing, Iram, I am sure you turned quite a few people on in the flight," he ventured. 

"Oh no, Aamir, I only dressed up to show what treats I have in store for you," I teased him back, leaning in to let my still bra-less breasts brush his arm. 

He was quite surprised with my boldness, and got us into the car and on to the road in record time, anticipating a good reward in the near future. 

I am sure he would have been even more surprised at how many hard-ons I had actually dealt with in the past few hours, but that was my very own secret!



A Trip to Remember



I have been reading the stories on this site for a long time, as many of them seem to be about a fantasy that I have held about my wife for many years. I like many other readers have longed to see my wife with another man.

I don't really know why. Well I guess I do. I think my wife is beautiful and very, very sexy. She is just over 40 (I am 5 years older), and I guess she is a larger lady. Tall and not exactly slim, but not fat either. She is I suppose statuesque. Not every bloke's ideal woman, but she turns me on, and I suppose I have always wanted to have evidence that she turns other men on too.

Over the years she has occasionally flirted with guys at parties, usually when she has had a few too many. She has kissed a few men, one on 3 or 4 occasions, when I thought at last I would get to see or hear about my biggest fantasy, but in the end it never really went any further. On another occasion I walked into a room and found Amanda sat on a blokes lap, with their lips locked together. He had his hands all over her tits outside of her dress, and her hands were busy in his lap, although I couldn't really see what was going on, I'm sure she was feeling his cock through his trousers. Once they saw me they just started talking. I left the room again to see if anything would happen, but Amanda soon joined me in the kitchen saying she felt really drunk and could we leave. She was very passionate when we got home, but when I asked her about her encounter at the party and that I would have liked to have seen her take it further, she apologised and said that she could never do it and that I was enough for her.

I have mentioned it a few times over the years but have got the same response, until a few months ago, when something finally happened that I can share with fellow readers.

We had decided to drive through Europe from the UK to mainland Greece for an extended holiday. We were travelling on a budget, and we had planned most of the journey on line and booked decent hotels at reasonable prices along the way, and had enjoyed a lovely few days staying in France and Italy. We enjoyed nice meals and a few drinks, but were generally too tired from the driving to enjoy much sex along the way.

Once we reached the Adriatic coast we had nearly a whole day to relax on the ferry and we planned to make up for it then, and enjoy a passionate time. 

We had not been able to book a cabin due to a malfunction on the ferry company's website, so we booked as foot passengers with a car and thought we would be able to book a cabin once on board.

We arrived at the port and boarded the ferry and when we enquired about the cabin we were told that we would have to ask again once the boat set sail. There was nothing to do but go up to the top deck and have a drink sat in the sunshine.

When we finally set sail we went down only to be told that there were only 4-berth cabins left, which cost 250 euros. As I said we were travelling on a budget so we decided that this was too much to pay, especially as we had found a large lounge with huge sofas that we had been told we could sleep on. The only disappointment was that we would have to forgo the passionate night of sex we had planned. 

Little did I know!!!

We returned to the top deck bar and ordered another drink, when we were approached by an man who started to chat about the weather and suchlike. We invited him to join us and found out that he was an English lorry driver, called Dave who was travelling alone. We had been chatting for a while when I noticed that he was the sort of man that Amanda normally likes. Quite tall and muscular, not exactly handsome but a real ''mans man'. I also notice that Amanda and Dave were getting on very well, and when Amanda felt hot and took off her shirt to reveal a low cut strappy top that showed lots of cleavage, Dave could not take his eyes off her chest.

We told Dave about the situation with the cabin and he explained that, as a lorry driver he is booked into a four-berth cabin, but if the ferry is full, he may have to share with other drivers, but as it was early in the season it was likely that he would have the whole cabin to himself. He looked Amanda directly in the eye when he said that we would be welcome to stay with him if the room was empty.

As there was definitely a fair bit of flirting going on, I thought I would take a wander around the boat and take some photographs to give Amanda and Dave a bit of time together to see where things would lead. After about 15 or 20 minutes, I took a slow walk back and noticed that they were sitting much closer together.

With that Dave said he was going for a shower and he would meet up with us later. I said to Amanda 'you two are getting on well', to which she replied 'he's a nice guy'.

'He seems to like you too', I said, to which Amanda said 'I know'. I gave her an intense, questioning look, and knowing exactly what I had in mind, she just said 'Maybe'.

I couldn't believe it. I instantly went hard, but decided to leave it like that for the moment, as I didn't want to push things and put her off.

The rest of the day went really slowly, but we had a nice time and found ourselves walking around hand in hand, both of us seemingly excited about what the evening had in store.

We had a nice meal, and then went off to one of the lounges where there was a cabaret. We settled down to watch and after about 20 minutes, Dave approached and asked if he could join us. We chatted away, and again he was paying Amanda a lot of attention. Asking her about herself, how long we had been together, trying to find out how solid our relationship was and complimenting her on how she looked, with Amanda talking and flirting right back. I was content to pretend to watch the cabaret, but keep a close eye on what was happening between them. The lounge seating was made up of two-seater sofas, with 3 arranged around a low table. We were each sitting on a sofa each, Amanda's and mine opposite each other adjacent to the stage with Dave's at the end with it's back to the stage. I kept expecting Dave to move seats so he could see the singer but he was intent in facing Amanda, but made no attempt to move any closer 

I went to the bar a couple of times and made a point of going to the bar furthest away from our table to give them more time together, but each time I got back Dave had not moved any closer. What is this guy waiting for I thought, or maybe I had mis-read the situation and he wasn't interested.

Eventually when the last singer of the night came on, who was a bit better than the previous one's, I finally said to Dave 'why don't you sit there so you can see better' and indicated the seat next to Amanda, which he gratefully accepted. After a couple more leisurely visits to the bar, l finally return to find them sitting really close, and talking intimately. Dave had his hand resting across Amanda's lap, and Amanda was gently rubbing Dave's leg. After a few more minutes I glanced across to find them kissing. I smiled quietly to myself and after around 15 minutes of them getting more and more passionate, Amanda stood up took Dave's hand and said 'let's go to your cabin, NOW!' She practically dragged Dave out of the lounge. I quickly picked up our bags and coats and followed behind, making sure that I didn't lose sight of them, as I didn't know which cabin Dave was staying in, and I didn't want to miss the action. I did get a few strange looks from the people on the neighbouring tables, who had seen us arrive as a couple, and now saw my wife dragging another man out of the room, having been snogging him for the last 15 minutes.

I kept them in sight as we went down to through the decks of the boat. I saw Dave open a cabin door as I hurried to catch up. The door was left open, and I walked in to find Amanda and Dave stood at the foot of one of the four beds, kissing passionately. Their hands were all over each other. His left hand was rubbing her right breast and her hand was rubbing in between his legs, and judging by her little moans of pleasure she must have like what she felt.

I put the coats and bags on the floor in the corner of the room and laid on the bed furthest away from them, trying to give them my approval as to what was going on, although to be honest, at this point I don't think I could have stopped them if I tried. I was feeling quite nervous but extremely turned on. Not only was I nervous about what we were finally doing, but I was just as concerned that Amanda was having a good time, and would have no regrets.

Slowly Dave started unbuttoning Amanda's shirt, which he removed and dropped onto one of the beds. Amanda raised her arms and he pulled her strappy top over her head, exposing her lacy bra. Dave made the same move and Amanda pulled his T-Shirt over his head. They kissed some more and them Dave removed Amanda's bra and gazed at her large tits. He immediately held them, one in each hand feeling the weight of them, and then started rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. He bent down and kissed each one, and then started licking and gently biting her nipples. Meanwhile Amanda reached down and started releasing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. She pulled his zip down and pushed her hand inside. After a few minutes of this, Dave unbuttoned Amanda's jeans too, and reached inside. Amanda groaned as her found her pussy. 

They removed the rest of each others clothes, all the time they had been standing at the end of a bed in the middle of the room, and had hardly knew I was there. When finally they were naked, Amanda looked at me, and said 'Is this what you wanted?' and smiled a really sexy smile. Oh yes, I groaned, my erection almost hurting I was so hard.

With that they laid down on the bed, and started caressing each other. I could now see Dave's prick, which was a strange feeling, as I had never seen another man with an erection, in real life, especially with my wife's hand around it. His prick looked a couple of inches longer than mine, so i guessed it was probably around 8". I was pleased at this. After wanting Amanda to do this for many years, I really wanted her to enjoy it and experience something different. His prick was quite slim, and I suppose every time I had imagined this moment I had imagined her with a really thick cock spreading her wide and making her feel really loose. Maybe this is just what you read in stories though and it certainly didn't seem to be a disappointment the way she was stroking it.

After a few more minutes of kissing, and rubbing each other, I could hear them whispering. I couldn't make out what they were saying amongst their moans of pleasure until I head Amanda, say 'Yes please, do it now'.

Dave got on top of her and rubbed his prick along her slit a few times. I could see her lips begin to open and I could see that she was very wet. I think probably the most erotic thing was when Amanda grabbed his 8" and practically shoved it inside of her. I could see the rings on her left hand shine which kind of reminded me that this was my wife here doing this, and I was not watching a video on some porn site. This was real. This was actually happening. It was at this point I had to release my own prick and started rubbing it.

Again, in my dreams of this moment, it was more like a porno film, In reality it was a bit awkward, with arms and legs getting in the way at first, I think they nearly bumped their heads together once, but they soon built up a rhythm, and I could see Dave's prick was very wet with her juices, and her tits were bouncing up and down as they banged away. 

They were kissing passionately and Amanda was moaning 'Yes, yes' and I heard her say 'God you are in me so far, it feels great' which was nearly enough to send me over the edge. She gave a least two almost silent gasps which she usually does when she comes, before Dave finally shot his load inside her. It was only as I saw his White liquid running from her that I thought it was not the brightest idea to not have any condoms. I had a vasectomy some years ago, which was well known amongst our friends so it would have been 'awkward' to say the least if Amanda fell pregnant. This was to say nothing of diseases. As it turned out we were lucky this time, but Amanda now carries some condoms in her bag 'just in case'. 

As Dave rolled off her, they continued kissing and telling each other how much they had enjoyed it. As much as I wanted to go over and stick my prick up inside her to feel how different she would feel, it was her moment, so I stayed where I was, and soon both Amanda and Dave fell asleep in the same bed. I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up and switched the lights off as I got back into my bed. In the early hours I woke up to hear them quietly at it again. It had been years since we had had sex more than once, and again I could hear Amanda gasp a couple of times, before they Dave groaned again and they went back to sleep. As we had an 'inside cabin' there was no light whatsoever, so I couldn't see a thing this time, but it's incredible how horny it is to hear your wife having sex with another man in the same room, and all I could smell was the combined result of the good time they had just experienced.

In the morning, we were getting off the boat one stop before Dave, so we left him in bed, but not before Amanda had climbed on top of him and gave him a long kiss goodbye. They didn't have sex this time but it was still horny to see how much she had enjoyed herself.

We left the ferry and continued on our journey. Amanda asked if I was Ok, and I said that I had had a great time, and I loved her more than ever and said I hoped she'd enjoyed it too.

She was quiet for a while and when I asked her if she was OK, she said, 'I was just wondering why we had didn't do this years ago'. and when I asked her if she would do it again, she said 'yes, if the situation was right'.

We drove all day to our destination, and I couldn't help thinking that I was no longer the last man she had been with and that I was no longer the last man to deposit a load of spunk inside her. In fact I kept thinking that as we had not had time for a shower that morning part of him was still inside her. It kept me semi-hard all day.

It was actually another two days before I got to shag Amanda. I think she quite enjoyed having the knowledge, or perhaps the power that she had shagged another man since she had shagged me. I can't say she physically felt any different, but the thoughts that were running through my head as I was thrusting into her were incredible.

Whilst she was quite shy about what had happened for a few days, it really helped her confidence, and she was happy to wear shorter shirts and more revealing tops than she would have previously felt uncomfortable wearing.

We discussed the chances of her being pregnant, and while the danger of it was quite thrilling in a strange way, she said it was unlikely, and I couldn't believe it when she asked me to go and buy her some condoms to keep in her purse 'just in case' she said.

She was obviously planning to do something similar again. I am just waiting and hoping it's soon, as I have to say it was the most incredible, thrilling, horny night.



A Trip to Remember Ch. 01



It was going to be a quick trip to the west coast, but I had really been dreading the hassle of packing, parking at the airport, the long boring flight, getting a rental car....well you know the rest. A long way for a couple days of work, but I knew I had to go in order to grow my business. All good things come from hard work and effort, and I knew this was going to take some Effort with a capital E! 

To make matters even worse, it had been three weeks since I had been with my lover, and my pussy was begging for some attention. Although the stroking with my soft fingers against the hood of my clit as I lay in bed fantasizing helped (especially with a little application of lube), I could not satisfy my craving for the big hard cock that I had become accustomed to back home. I smiled to myself as I thought of the "conquests" that Frankie had assumed he could notch in his pistol handle after a heated round of love making that left us both spent in a sweat-drenched embrace. Didn't he realize that it was I who orchestrated the passion and loving scenes that made his dick rise and throb with passion....didn't he realize that it was my wet cunt that drove me to demurely make myself available for his (and my own insatiable) orgasms?

I closed my eyes slowly as I positioned my first class seat into a reclining position. The three small glasses of champagne were starting to have their effect, and I knew my sexual daydreams had partially been initiated by it's intoxicating affects. I could already feel an arousal in my loins and knew that my thong would be soaked with passion before long. I was glad that I had decided to wear panties on the plane, but knew I would not wear any once I got to the warm climate of southern California.

The flight seemed like it was over almost as soon as it started...I had fallen into a deep sleep somewhere over Kansas I suppose, but I began to stir as we began our descent, I almost immediately sensed that something was different. The usual slight irritating feeling of my thong pulled up between my cheeks was gone! I reach under my short skirt and felt between my legs..my pussy was warm and very wet, but there was no sign of my undergarment. The plane was still dark, having taken the late night flight out of St. Louis. Since the seat on the aisle next to me had been unoccupied, my racing mind tried to convince myself that whatever had happened, the other passengers would not have been able to see anything. I pushed the overhead button that turned on my seat light and searched for the missing article of clothing, but to no avail. My thong was no where to be found and I couldn't imagine what had happened!

The touchdown at LAX was smooth, and we slowly taxied to our gate. The main cabin lights came on fully, and I prayed that my Victoria Secrets would not turn up in plain view of my surrounding passengers. I was careful reaching up to the overhead compartment for my carry-on, knowing the back of my skirt would rise up far enough to reveal more than I was willing. I got to the front of the plane and as I passed the young good looking steward, he smiled , handed me a small box, and almost whispered, "You might need these sometime later if the night air gets any cooler, and you may want to wash up in the first ladies room you come to in the airport." 

I gasped at his comments, took the box gingerly out of his strong hands as he winked at me once ,then I turned and almost stumbled out of the plane door. I reached up with my free right hand to remove any perspiration or moisture from my lips, and as I did so, I became aware of my own scent on my fingers from my self examination. But there was another scent, a somewhat familiar musky aroma that for some mysterious reason reminded me of Frankie. I stopped briefly in the gangplank, opened the box in my hand, looked inside, and almost fainted. I thought NO, NO it couldn't have happened, but when I turned back around , the steward was far out of sight. Without the proof in my hand, and the wetness between my legs, I would have thought this all was nothing but a horny woman's wet dream!

Oven the next day and a half I dove headlong into my work, putting all my energy into the tasks at hand. My group worked late into the night in the small conference room at the hotel, and agreed to get up early the next morning to finish the project. By noon I was exhausted as we all ate a light albeit delightful lunch before parting company. My plane reservation back home were not until the next morning, so I thought I would take the afternoon off, take a taxi up to Rodeo Drive, and pick out a few articles that I wouldn't be able to find in the Midwest. Before I left I made arrangements for a full body massage in my room at 7 PM, the latest that I could schedule one. I was told that Sheena would be my masseuse, and that she would bring up all that would be required for an hour of west coast pleasure. The concierge said this with a smile and with what I thought was slight wink...where have I seen that before?

I know I charged too much on my plastic at the expensive shops but I couldn't help myself. The clothes wee gorgeous and they kept telling me how good I looked in them when I tried them on. I felt a little strange when one shopkeeper came behind the curtains to view me in the teddy and matching briefs that she helped me pick out...she seemed to help adjust the bodice and elastic around my rear more than I thought necessary, but the light sensual touch felt nice.. The champagne they served me at most every store must have eased my inhibitions and my spending concerns.

I made it back to my hotel room about 6:30, put my new pretties away, stripped naked and went to the hot shower with a small scotch (neat of course) from the guest liquor cabinet. I had just finished drying myself and putting on the long terry cloth robe provided for guests when there was a knock at the door. My senses were elevated and I knew a full body massage was just what the doctor ordered. My surprise must have been readily apparent on my face when I opened the door and saw a beautiful young woman accompanied by a middle age man who slightly resembled a mature Brad Pitt. Sheena quickly inquired whether I had been told that a student would be assisting her tonight and I told her nervously that they had most certainly had not. She sincerely apologized and quickly said that Bradley (you're kidding, right?) could leave, but feeling bold and adventurous, I said I would be happy to aide the "teaching profession".

Brad had been carrying the massage table, and he brought it to side of the bed and started setting it up. Sheena in the meantime opened her case and removed a few scented candles and lit them, followed by a couple bottles of oil. Brad laid out a long heavy blanket on the table, and then set some long terry cloth towels on the bed. I took one last sip of my scotch (no I guess it would be more of a swig), and had put down the now empty glass, when Sheena approached me with one of the large towels opened up and hanging full length from her extended arms. "If you don't mind, remove you robe and I will cover you with this. You may keep your undergarments on if you wish..." with that she saw that I was completely naked when I removed the robe..."or you can remain as you are in a more comfortable and natural fashion. Okay, let's get started."

End of Part 1