0 comments/ 22212 views/ 0 favorites Conversation By: enjuedevi88 “I was taking a bath this morning and I thought of you.” Sarah purred into the phone. “Wow. I’m flattered.” Rob said flatly. “Seriously. I was thinking about our talks and how excited you’d get if I told you what happened last night.” “You’re cruel. Tease.” Rob snorted. “I know you love it. Why else would you call every single day?” She smiled into the receiver. “Okay, I relent. Tell me your sordid tale of debauchery. Lemme just get comfortable.” Rob put the phone near his crotch and Sarah heard him unzip. She licked her lips. “Ready?” She asked. “Sure.” “So I told you I was going out with that guy from the bank, Muir, right?” “Muir.” Rob snorted again. “Yeah, shut up. So the date was pretty run of the mill. We went out to Domenics’, had a couple drinks, and went back to his place and we were both pretty hot. We’d danced and flirted big time so I was primed for action.” Sarah snickered. “The usual.” “Right. So, his apartment is HUGE and its’ got this big patio in the back he called ‘the lanai’. Tiki torches, plants, the whole bit. And this big redwood hot tub, but we never went in it. So, we’re sitting on his couch and he asks me what I’m into. I really laid it on thick. I started telling him how much I like to suck cock and feel cum shooting in my hot, warm mouth and he was getting HARD. I could tell by the way he kind of readjusted in his shorts and there was that big bulge again, like at the bank. So I moved across from him and put my sandal on his crotch and asked him if he’d mind taking it off. He had these big warm hands with long fingers and perfect nails and I watched him move them as he loosened the strap on my sandal and I was like, WOW. I was getting wet just watching his hands move. He saw me watching so he splays his long, beautiful fingers around my ankle and up my calf.” “Mmm.” “So he slips off my sandal and starts massaging my foot and I start moaning like I’m really into it. This sets him off. He takes my foot and starts licking my toes, one by one, and then he sucks my second toe into his mouth and tongues it like a delicate piece of fruit. His mouth was warm and slick, and I start thinking about his tongue and lips and really start moaning. I put my other foot over his crotch and start moving it lightly, so, with his mouth still holding my toes he takes the other sandal off so I can feel everything. He trades my feet off and sucks my other toes, and I move my still damp foot up his shorts to play with his hugely hard cock. He groans a little, so I remove my feet from him and run my hands up his legs. I moved his shorts over and his cock springs free. I run my fingertips over it then close my hand around it and he starts bucking a little. And that turned me on. My pussy is getting noticeably moist through my shorts, so I take them off. He immediately stands up and takes his off too so we’re both standing there in T-shirts in the middle of his living room. So he kneels at my feet and runs his hands up the outside of my legs, then the inside, moving up far enough to spread my thighs a little, but avoiding my pussy. He bends and sucks the inside of my knee lightly and I’m saying little encouraging things. Then, like he couldn’t stand it anymore, he gently pushes me on the couch and delves his warm tongue into my soft fur down there. And then he’s licking my clit over and over, keeping the tempo right so I am almost to the brink of coming. Right as I start moving against him, he takes my entire clit between his lips and sucks in this long, slurping lick and I come hard, bucking against his mouth and moaning like an animal. Then I looked down and realized he’d been stroking his cock along the couch, and it was big and hard and red. I grabbed him around the hips and pushed him to the floor so his back was propped up against the couch and his knees were spread wide. Then I try to take the head of his cock into my mouth, but it’s a bad angle so he slides up onto the couch. There was no way I could take the whole damn thing into my mouth, so I suck down what I can and lick around the sides. This seems to be satisfying him quite well, so I lick my hand move it up and down his long shaft, rotating my wrist a little and sucking the head in and out in the same motion. This just about does it for him, so I make little circles with my pointed tongue right under the head as I’m sucking. He moans quite loudly and his breathing is terribly raspy so I decide to let him come. I moan on every withdrawal and flick my tongue up and down from the tip down to where my hand is. I’m looking up and him and he makes this face, oh, it was so hot. He grits his teeth and sort of growls and I’m dripping all over again. So he starts saying ‘I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come’ like a warning so I bear down, sucking faster and harder and more deliberately. Then, right as he comes I move my finger up the underside of his cock and push in and he just EXPLODES into my mouth with this huge growling groan. And he’s squirting inside my mouth and I’m swallowing the tip to get it all. Then I pull back and wipe the spit and come off the side of my mouth discreetly and he’s lying there with this cute little grin on his face and I say ‘That’s what I’m into.’ Was that cheesy or what?” “Mmm.” “Rob?” “Yeah?” “How you doing there, champ?” “Just fine, baby. I love our little talks.” “Me too.” “So, talk to you tomorrow?” Rob asks. “Yeah, I’m going out with Muir again tonight, so…” “I’ll call late.” “Thanks.” Conversation The familiar sound of my cell phone ringing stirred me from the perfect slumber. As I looked at the clock, I realized that it was late, much later than I should allow myself to sleep. It was 11:45 a.m., I knew the baby was already awake, I could hear him playing downstairs with his grandmother. As I reached for the phone, I shook off the haze and pushed the green button, recognizing it more from feel than from sight. Putting it to my ear I answered it, trying my best to sound awake and alert. “Hello?” “Hi there.” Random Variable’s voice came clearly from the earpiece. “Good morning, darling.” I replied, smiling so much that I was sure he could hear it. “Good morning, babe. How'd you sleep?” “Somewhat fractally, if that’s a word.” “It is now!” He replied, chuckling. “Had brekkie? Had lunch? Had a coffee? Had an orgasm?” His string of questions flying by so quickly, I barely had a chance to answer. “Well, no brekkie, no lunch... orgasm?” After a brief pause, a soft, almost shy sounding “yes. Many, in fact.” “Many?” “Yes, many.” “From who?” “Greg.” Almost immediately, he said dissappointedly: “Shit.” “I know, I know... but it was good sex.” I replied, sounding almost apologetic. He sighed. “So tell me about it.” “Ok, well, he called me Thursday, as you know, he told me that we would get together on Saturday, which was last night. He called me five times from work last night. He left me a message one of the times, as I had just missed the call, but returned it before listening to the message. He told me that I should have listened to the message before calling him back. Things got busy at the restaurant where he works, so he had to get going. I wasn’t going to listen to the message until later, but since he mentioned it, I thought it might be important. I was nervous, I thought maybe he was going to cancel on me again, that was something I just didn’t need.” “Yeah, really...” He said cynically. I continued. “The computerized voice answered my call, telling me there was one new message. I listened intently for a few minutes, a smile dancing across my lips. He wanted me to leave him a naughty message. I called his cell phone, telling him that by leaving a naughty message, it would spoil my fun later, but I did ask him to tell me when he called back which toys I should bring with me that evening. “He picked me up around 12 o’clock and drove back to his place, talking about everything and anything. Mostly we discussed our first time together, and he told me how wonderful it had been for him. When we got there, he told me to make myself at home, and explained that it was a long day for him and that he needed a shower. He poured me a glass of wine and went upstairs. Moments later I heard the water start running. After he went up I sat at the kitchen table. I pulled out my red writing book, hoping to do some editing on the novel that we’re working on together. As tempting as it was to go up and join him, in the early stage of this relationship, I was afraid that it would upset him. Also, the shower stall looked a bit to small for two people to fit into last time I saw it. Pulling out the printed draft of the excerpt you had edited for me, I realized that my mind just wasn’t in thought mode. I ended up paging a friend and talked to her on the phone for a bit. He came downstairs wearing nothing but his boxers. I told her distractedly that I had to get going, her reply was a knowing ‘uh huh...’ before saying she’d call me the next day. “He brought over a glass of wine for me and poured one for himself before getting a chair from the dining room. We sat and talked for a couple of hours, laughing, smiling, teasing each other a little, even agreeing to play in his jacuzzi sometime. As we talked, I had my feet up in his lap, he couldn't resist giving me a foot massage. I leaned forward and kissed him passionately. Seconds later, I was straddling him on the chair. He slid his hands up underneath my shirt, lightly teasing my nipples. I told him I had a surprise for him. He unbuttoned my pants and slid them down, massaging my ass, kissing my chest, as I ran my fingers through his hair. We mutually agreed to take things upstairs. “I walked ahead of him. His had was on my lower back, lightly rubbing it as we climbed the spiral staircase. Last time we had sex in the ‘Red Room’, so named for its red walls. Some rearranging had been done, there was no longer a bed in the red room (as I was to find out later). We had already decided earlier to play in his room. “When we entered his room, he pulled up the horizontal blinds to let some light in. I sat on his four poster queen sized bed teasing each other. He laid me down and traced the lines of my body with his fingers and his lips, kissing softly. In a partial moan, I asked him if he wanted to play with my toys. He grinned at me. Needing no other answer, I sat up and leaned over the bed, digging in my purse for the little pouch I keep my toys in. I pulled out my favorite purple silicone vibrator and my anal probe, as well as a bunch of condoms and two bottles of lube, one flavored and self heating, one non flavored. “He used a great deal of lube on me, nearly coating my entire mid section with it, front and back. He started kissing my stomach and moving downwards, finding that the skin of my netherlips was smooth and soft. As he gently sucked my clit, he pulled out my favorite vibe and gently teased my hole with it, and suddenly plunging it into me. My muscles tensed, my back arched, and my mouth let utter a loud moan. He fucked me with it as he licked me, very soon bringing me to an explosive climax. He continued and I had one multiple, my body shaking. After a brief break, I began licking him again, shifting myself into a sixty-nine position, at his request. He started licking me again, this time pulling out the anal probe. He slid it in gently and turned it on, moving it in and out slowly. Skillfully, he started using the vibe again on my clit and sliding it in as well, once again fucking me as he licked me, distracting me from my task at hand. Meanwhile, I continued to suck him, taking in his entire lentgh, rythmically moving with the music. At one point, I thought he would climax, but he didn't, holding back for the time when he could be inside me.” RV piped up suddenly, startling me. “You’re killing me here, I want to die.” He laughed, trying to conceal his jealousy. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked him, truly concerned. “I don't know. I'm happy for you, but I think he’s still a shithead. Understand what I mean?” “Yes, I understand.” There was a long pause before he spoke again. “Well, finish up,” he said, sighing. “You sure?” “Yes, yes, go on.” “Okay. “The entire time that I was sucking him, he moaned, telling me how good I was, how good it felt. After a long while I climbed off of him and he sat up. He started kissing my neck. He asked me if I had brought the condoms. I showed him where they were, telling him to try putting some lube on the inside of it, as he complained that condoms prevented him from climaxing. I watched him slide it on, for some reason, being fascinated by it. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me as he gently laid me down on my back. As he entered me, I (typically) told him that I had to go to the washroom, I would be back in a second. I laughed nervously as I got up, and secretly hoped he wasn’t upset. “When I got back, I climbed on top of him and skillfully slid him into me, eventually getting into a squatting position, bouncing up and down on him. I had to stop after a few minutes because of the strain on my legs, but I fucked him in two other positions before surrendering to him being on top.” “Fucking Greg...” he trailed off. “Smile for me, that’ll make it ok. I still want to die.” “You don’t really mean that, right?” “No, don’t worry, I don’t.” I continued. “He slid in between my legs, guiding himself into me, firstly pushing my legs up against my body, then readjusting till he could rest his chest against my breasts. He slid in and out of me rhythmically as he tenderly kissed my neck, moaning softly in my ear. He balanced himself on his knees, lifting my legs so that we still met at the midpoint. He continued, asking me after a few minutes if he wanted him to cum inside me or on me, I replied, telling him to cum when he could, that I wanted to watch his face as he did. I climaxed just seconds after he asked me, making an almost simultaneous climax. He ended up coming inside of me, inside the condom, pulling out immediately after. He got up and cleaned himself up, as I layed on my side, basking in the still lingering sensations of my orgasm. I went and cleaned up a little myself before we went downstairs to have a cigarette. “We talked about things, mostly congratulating each other on technique and the like. Eventually we came to the decision that we were both hungry. He ordered a pizza, just the kind I liked, almost as if he had read my mind. While we waited, I went up and had a shower to clean off the lube. I came downstairs again and had another cigarette and a drink. When the Pizza Guy came to the door, he went to pay in just his boxers. Luckily I was sitting out of view, as I was in just my bra and panties. “After we ate, we agreed that sleep was a good idea. He cleaned up the kitchen, while I went upstairs and cleaned up my toys, getting things ready for the next morning. We fell asleep, talking about the kids and things and what our plans were for the next day, how excited he was to be spending the day with his son.” “Well, love, you seem happy. I’m glad you had a nice evening.” He said finally, sounding a bit put out. “Thanks hon, I am happy. You know what’s funny, though?” “What?” “I thought of you as I touched him, as he touched me, as I fell asleep...” I trailed off, knowing not what to say next. He sighed deeply. “That’s quite the compliment, coming from ‘Miss Belilica’.” “It’s true.” I paused. “Anyways, I have to get off the phone, I have to get down to the baby.” “Ok, we can continue this online tonight, I have a tale for you too.” “Looking forward to it!” I replied. “Ok then, talk to you later.” Then, softly, in the way only he can say it, making me feel so loved, “Goodbye sweetie.” “Goodbye Darling.” Conversation HORNY_HARRY: Sassy are you there? SASSYGRL77: Of course I am silly. Your IMing me!! HORNY_HARRY: Just making sure in case your Dad or somebody else was using your sign on. SASSYGRL77:And how do you know that I am really me? HORNY_HARRY:I guess I don't. Might have to be a bit careful in what I say. SASSYGRL77: Especially after all those promises in your last email. HORNY_HARRY:Exactly. So, it is you then. SASSYGRL77:Of course it is silly. Your promises sounded interesting. HORNY_HARRY: I meant them all. SASSYGRL77: But. I don't know if you can keep them HORNY_HARRY: Try me. SASSYGRL77: You're a guy. Guy's will promise anything to get a girl into there bed. They seldom deliver though. HORNY_HARRY: My promises were mailed to you by guaranteed delivery. So I can't back out now. SASSYGRL77: They'll also say anything. HORNY_HARRY: I never say anything I don't mean. SASSYGRL77: So. Put your money where your mouth is. Where's your photo then? HORNY_HARRY: My photo? SASSYGRL77: You promised a photo of the package that you had to offer me. In exchange for one of me in my favourite lingerie. I delivered, you haven't. HORNY_HARRY: My favourite photo. I have it as my screensaver. Check your inbox, you've got mail. SASSYGRL77: Ok. Now that gives me something to work with. Check your inbox, you've got a new screensaver. HORNY_HARRY: Damn girl!! You're to fine for words. You could at least have warned me that you were naked! Will you excuse me for a minute? SASSYGRL77: Why? Don't you think that you can handle my body? HORNY_HARRY: No, I'm suffering a bit of discomfort and I need to sort it out. SASSYGRL77: Oh? HORNY_HARRY: Your photo has got me hard and it's very uncomfortable in my trousers right now. SASSYGRL77: So take them off. HORNY_HARRY: Can't. SASSYGRL77: Why? HORNY_HARRY: Am in the office. SASSYGRL77: And? HORNY_HARRY: Might get caught. SASSYGRL77: Chicken! HORNY_HARRY: Rubbish. SASSYGRL77: Prove it. HORNY_HARRY: Ok. You asked for it. HORNY_HARRY: Check your inbox. SASSYGRL77: My someone is definitely hard. Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you would like me to do to that hard instrument. HORNY_HARRY: Can't SASSYGRL77: Why? HORNY_HARRY: Don't trust myself. SASSYGRL77: Why? HORNY_HARRY: If I talk to you like that then I have to touch myself at the same time. SASSYGRL77: You mean that you would wrap your hand around your hard cock and pleasure yourself? HORNY_HARRY: Exactly. SASSYGRL77: You could imagine that it is my hand touching you. HORNY_HARRY: You're not playing fair. SASSYGRL77: Or that it is my mouth taking it in. Teasing it with my tongue. Exploring it's length HORNY_HARRY: You win. As usual. SASSYGRL77: So is your hand there yet? HORNY_HARRY: It is. Are you touching yourself? SASSYGRL77: I'm stroking my bare breasts. HORNY_HARRY: Are your nipples hard? SASSYGRL77: Yes. Would you like to taste them? HORNY_HARRY: Yes and while I was, I'd run my hand up your thigh to your pussy to explore that with my fingers. SASSYGRL77: Mmmm, tell me more. HORNY_HARRY: I'd kiss you from your breasts to your pussy. Then I'd replaced my fingers with my tongue and explore you. SASSYGRL77: While your doing that I would rub my foot along your hard cock. HORNY_HARRY: I'd then lift you from your chair and carry you to your bed and lay you down. SASSYGRL77: I'd pull you close and kiss you deep. HORNY_HARRY: I'd ease my way down your body heading back to your pussy. But offer my cock to your mouth. So we'd be in a 69 style position. SASSYGRL77: I'd take your cock in my mouth. HORNY_HARRY: I'd dive into your pussy. Letting my tongue lead the way. SASSYGRL77: I'd suck your cock until you came in my mouth. HORNY_HARRY: Would you swallow? SASSYGRL77: Depends. HORNY_HARRY: On what? SASSYGRL77: Whether you made me come first or not. HORNY_HARRY:And if I didn't? SASSYGRL77:I'd have to spit it out so I could tell you what to do to get me there. HORNY_HARRY: Then what? SASSYGRL77: I'd tie you to the bed with my silk scarves and lower my pussy to your face. HORNY_HARRY: Sounds good. SASSYGRL77: Then when you were hard again I'd take your hard cock into my waiting pussy and show you what a Sassy Girl can do when she's in control. HORNY_HARRY: Damn. SASSYGRL77: What? HORNY_HARRY: You made me come. SASSYGRL77: Shame. I was just getting warmed up. I was going to tell you what you would have to do to be released. HORNY_HARRY: Give me a minute and we can go again?? Please? SASSYGRL77: Can't. HORNY_HARRY: Why? SASSYGRL77: Dinner. HORNY_HARRY: What are we having? SASSYGRL77: Your not! HORNY_HARRY: Why? SASSYGRL77: Because I'm feeding it to the dog as you're working late again. Good night. Conversation Between Lovers Next week, about this time, I will sit on a beach in Tenerife with a cold beer in my hand. ...Drink one for me, dear, you know I have issues. You'll be in my mind when I drink my first, overseeing the sea. And, of course, I won't be forgetting you afterwards...... ...Can you blow me kisses, too? You know, it has been so long since I have seen the ocean. Of course I can; anything you want. I will take a picture and show you later to remind you. ...You make everything sound so good. Please tell me you are single, dear. What do I get if I tell you I am? ...Anything your heart desires, my darling That is too much, honey, but who am I to turn that down? ...I have all eternity. Take all the time you need. Mmm, eternity. That sound like a lot of time to have fun. ...If I am with you, then it is fun I shall have. Count on that. ...You must tell me more, dear. Where do I start? I'll tell you everything. ...Just tell me about your kisses, darling. My kisses are long and full of passion. ...The better to love you with. They are all yours. ...Mine.....I like that. What do you like to do with your kisses? Spread them all over your body. ...Oh, that is nice.....may I kiss you back? Oh yes, please do. I'm going to use my hands, too. ...I hope you do, they would get lonely. I would love to kiss your neck. May I? Of course, you may, as long as I may caress you. ...Touch me all you like. Your hands make me so weak..... I will touch you all over. Don't want to miss a spot. ...I want you inside and out. All that you do to me, I will do to you. When you hold my face, I will hold yours. When you love me, I will love you more..... We are going to have a great time. The passion will drip off our bodies. ...If I were able, I would lick it from your flesh. Mmmm, this is getting better and better. ...If I am with you, it will only get better. Now hush, my love, and kiss me..... ...Oh, Ai, your touch consumes me..... This is just the start. ...Guide me to the end, may it never come. I have missed you. ...When I dont see you, my heart aches. When I can't hear your words, my mind reels with uncertainty. When I can't feel your hands at my waist at night, I die a little each time. ...Hurry back, my over. I will only wait for eternity..... ....Our notes have grown to something so much more, my love. Take me in your arms and tell me where you are taking me this time. My thoughts are of your words, my dreams are of your touch. Let me hold you, love you, experience you. Does my skin inflame you? Do my words build your desire? ....Can you sing to me? Strum my body like your instrument. The sound of you moving with me is a symphony. Find me, lover, for I am lost. Is this what love is? Am I all I can be for you? ....You speak to me with your fingertips, telling me the saga of your love for me. I want to wake to your face. I want to go to sleep to your kiss. ....How can I tell you? My love is beyond words, beyond reality. You look so good to me, dearest. I tell you to look hard at yourself. So you see what I do? Your face so kind, so handsome. Do you know what your smile does to me? Between us, lover, I have come simply by thinking of only your smiling face. I have missed you, love. I have thought of you so much. ....I don't know how you concentrate while you work. Easy. I think of you. ....I still want to kneel at your feet to worship you as only I can. Mmmm, anytime, my love. Only if I may worship you in return. ....Please come to me, lover. I want to be there. ....I think of you so alone and I cry. To be able to lie with you as you sleep. Keeping you warm, keeping you close. You will know then how much I love you. I would love to feel you next to me. For Adam. Conversation Between Two Friends J "Thanks for meeting up with me, I just didn't know who else to call." T "S'OK, babe. We go back far enough for you to call on me any time for anything." J "Not that I ever expected this to happen, but, damnit! How could she?" T "Let it out. You never were hurt so much with a break up. Must be something special to get you so riled." J "It is. Damn bitch. Damn bitches! "I should know better than to think some 30 year old had her shit together enough for a long term relationship, but damn!" "And to find her fucking around with my cousin." T "I heard rumors about that, but, well I couldn't believe it either, and never thought to say something to you. Wish I had." J "It's alright, honey. I wouldn't have listened anyway. Just a sagging titted old dyed blonde I guess. Grasping for youth probably." "And I am not talking about that freak of a cousin of mine." T "Just how did you find out?" J "You'll get a laugh out of this. "Last Valentines I gave the little bitch a portable video player just like mine. "I was at loose ends one day waiting for an appointment and reached into my purse to play a couple of small videos I was thinking about editing. "Much to my surprise, and no doubt the guy sitting next to me in that plastic chair. What pops up on the 7 inch screen, but a close up of a shaved pussy? "And it looked very familiar." T "Must have been a shock. Do you suppose she left it there on purpose?" J "I doubt that. "But who knows? "Pretty soon I saw the camera pan out and there she was. Fucking herself with a purple damn dildo. "That was hot, I thought it was for me and only shut it down to watch in more privacy. "Soon as I got to my office I told them to hold my calls and I really got into the video on my office wide screen. :"That only lasted for about 3 minutes when who hove into view but my fat assed cousin?" T "She had her face to the camera?" J "Not exactly. "It was her tits nearly banging the ground. We never played those type of games, but who can ignore when your year older cousin borrows a blouse, well you know how I recognized them. "What I never knew until that moment was how huge a clit she has. "That tramp dropped the dildo like it was on fire and rolled over to start sucking and licking it as if she was on an all day lollipop." T "Yeah, I had heard about that too. Supposed to be three damn inches long but her pussy lips almost cover it half the time." J "It wasn't her lips on that thing. The young bitch promised me she had never been bi, but the way her head bobbed turned my stomach. "You heard about the way I confronted them, didn't you?" T "Oh yes! I don't think you will ever be able to hang around Quinn's again. How much did it cost to replace the mirror?" J "Way too much, but I was, and still am so wrapped up in the betrayal. "My girlfriend and my fuckin' older cousin. Disgusting bitches! "One more thing. "I thought the camera was on a tripod, but finally noticed there were pans in and out and some close-ups. Someone must have been handling the camera." T "Any idea who it was?" J "In fact I know. "Do you have any idea how reflective a silver picture frame next to a bed is? "You can almost count the wrinkles under a traitorous bitch's eyes." T "Oh." Conversation Hearts I hung my keys on the hook in the front hall. Thank goodness I was home for the night. Work had been crazier than usual, with people running in and out of the store looking for the perfect last-minute Valentine's gifts for their loved ones. Of course, at the last minute, everything perfect was sold out. Which was somehow my fault. On the stand beneath the key hook was a small box of conversation hearts. You know, those little candies with the cute sayings on them. I was addicted to the things; I was lucky they were only available around Valentine's Day, or I probably would have gained about a hundred pounds eating them. I picked up the box and a piece of paper fluttered to the floor. A note. I picked it up and read: "Dear Lara, "I know these candies are your favorites, so they're part of my Valentine plans for you. These aren't your typical conversation hearts. Each one has a special saying on it. Before you can eat the heart, you have to do what it tells you. Don't cheat; I'm watching. "Love, Brett." Sounded intriguing. Since I'd met Brett, he'd pushed my comfort zone, never farther than I could stand, but just enough to help me open up to things I never would have imagined doing. When we'd moved in together just before Thanksgiving, the zone pushing had increased. A small smile on my lips, I rubbed my wrist where a couple nights earlier, Brett had tied a scarf to secure me to the post on our queen-size brass bed. I'd been reluctant to try something that left me unable to move, but I trusted Brett fully and the experience had turned out to be more exciting than I could have anticipated. I couldn't wait to see what he had planned for me today. I opened the box and took out the first heart. "Hug Yrslf," it read. Easy enough. I crossed my arms over my chest and squeezed. "That's one," I said aloud, figuring that Brett had to be somewhere within earshot. I ate the heart. Before taking the next one, I took off my shoes and curled up in the corner of the couch. Might as well be physically comfortable; my mind was churning at the possibilities of the hearts. I took the next one out of the box. "Lick lips." Another easy one. I slowly ran my tongue over my lips, the way Brett loved. He always said it drove him wild. I hoped he really was watching. I wanted him to be as excited as I was becoming. Following his orders was making me wet. I ate that heart and took the next one. "Topless." Now we were getting somewhere. My only problem with stripping off my shirt was the picture window across the room from the couch. I got up to close the blind and found another note from Brett on the table in front of the window. "Leave the blind open, no matter what the hearts say. And remember, I'm watching." When Brett and I went out, he loved showing me off. Low cut tops, short skirts, high heels. The kind of thing I'd never worn until he started talking me into it. The idea that our neighbors might see me if they looked at the window probably didn't bother him in the least. It bothered me, but if Brett wanted the blind to stay open, it would stay open. Probably none of the neighbors would look at the window anyway. I sat on the couch again and took off my blouse. Beneath it I wore a lace push-up bra, which I also removed. In the cool air of the house, my nipples hardened, adding to my excitement. "Where are you, Brett?" I asked loudly, hoping he would answer. I was still learning to be comfortable with my body; if I had to be half-naked, I wanted him there to encourage me. But I got no answer. If Brett was in the house, he was staying hidden for now. I took another heart out of the box. "Dance." Dance? That was too open ended. I could dance normally, or I could do the sexy, striptease style dance Brett had taught me by having me watch online videos. Since there were no further instructions, I decided it was up to me. Dancing was easier with music, but I wanted to get this over with, so instead of taking the time to turn on the radio I hummed quietly as I moved my body around the room. Glancing at the window, I saw someone on the street, looking toward the house. I quickly sat down. Time for another heart. The next one sped up my heartbeat: "Strip." Naked in front of the window? It was getting dark outside; I'd have to turn on the light soon. Anyone would be able to see me. The thought terrified me. And made me wet. I didn't even think about going upstairs. If that was where Brett wanted me, he would have said so in one of his notes. The fact that he'd left a note by the picture window showed that he expected me to be in the living room. I stood and undid my slacks. Should I really do this? Yes, I should. I had to. That was what Brett wanted. He was pushing my comfort zone again, but he wouldn't ask me to do something I felt strongly against. Being naked alone bothered me; being naked where anyone other than Brett might see me was worse. But it also excited me to think about it. Quickly, before I could change my mind, I slipped off my slacks and thong. I shivered a little, more from excitement and anxiety than from cold. I was completely naked, no one around except whoever might walk past my window. And Brett, wherever he was. My pussy tingled, and my juices seeped onto my inner thighs. Whatever else Brett had in mind, he'd better plan on fucking me. I sat on the couch again and took out another heart. I was barely interested anymore in eating them; I wanted to see what they all said. The new one read, "Tch Yrslf". Easy to translate; not so easy to do. Brett loved to watch me masturbate, but I was never comfortable playing with myself in front of him. I enjoyed seeing how turned on it made him, but inside I cringed every time he asked me to do it. I had to follow the rules, though. I put down the heart and lightly touched my clit. A shiver went through me and my wetness increased. Damn, I was horny! And was still displayed for all to see through the picture window. What a slut I'd seem if anyone saw, naked on my couch with my hand in my cunt. "Slut," I whispered as my fingers flicked faster on my clit. "Dirty little slut." The words and the sensation brought me close to coming. I stopped myself at the brink. The heart had directed me to touch myself; it hadn't said anything about coming. I wasn't sure of all the rules of this game, but I had the feeling Brett wanted me to do only what was on the hearts. No matter how horny I was, coming would have to wait till I found a heart that told me to do so. Hopefully Brett had included at least one of those in the bag. To give myself a break, I devoured the few hearts I hadn't eaten yet. Then I took another one out of the box. "Toy." That definitely upped the ante. Only once had Brett persuaded me to use a toy on myself while he watched, though he'd used them on me a few times. Of course I used my vibrator sometimes when I was alone, which rarely happened since Brett and I had moved in together, but I wasn't alone now. Brett's note said he was watching. Even if I couldn't see him, he'd be able to see me with the toy. And of course there was the window... I looked toward it and saw one of our neighbors outside, staring at our house. Could he see me? Damn... after that thought, I needed a toy. Though Brett's cock would have been better. I went into the kitchen. Last time Brett and I'd played with a toy, we'd been in there, and I recalled leaving the dildo we'd used in one of the utensil drawers. "For future reference," Brett had said. I opened the drawer and found a note wrapped around the dildo. "I hope you're enjoying yourself," it read. "I know I am. You may fuck yourself with this, but no coming. That's for later. Take this back to the living room; you'll stay there until you find a heart that says different." I hurried back to the couch and lay down. As I slid the dildo inside me, I almost forgot about the open window. Almost. A corner of my mind was still aware that I might be seen, though now that I was lying down someone would have to be on the front porch to be at the right angle to see me. Still, the thought was thrilling enough that it only took moments to fuck myself back to the edge of an orgasm. Reluctantly, I pulled the dildo out of my pussy and set it on the coffee table. I always washed my toys as soon as I was done with them, but Brett's note had said to stay in the living room; washing the dildo would have to wait until this was over. There were only three more hearts in the box. The next one read, "Pinch nips." "Brett, you ass," I muttered. I hated having my nipples pinched; they were extremely sensitive, and even what some people might consider a gentle pinch hurt. But pinching and biting my nipples was another of Brett's turn-ons, one I allowed him to indulge on occasion because he enjoyed it so much. Now he wanted me to do it to myself. I gave each nipple a quick tweak. "That will have to do," I said. I took the next heart out of the box. "Lick fngr." That was a little easier than the last few. I'd never tasted myself on my own fingers, but I had on Brett's fingers and on his cock. I dipped my finger into the wetness between my legs, then licked it clean. Only one heart was left. To put off reading it, I ate the last few hearts. What could Brett have planned for me next? I was almost afraid to find out. But I had to read it eventually. When I took it out of the box, I sighed with relief. "Upstrs." Finally, I could get away from the window. I went to the top of the stairs and stopped. All the doors were closed. Was Brett here? In our room or his study? "Hello?" I called. No answer, but I thought I heard a snore from our bedroom. I pushed open the door and saw Brett on the bed. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be asleep, but his long cock was hard against his belly, convincing me that the sleep was an act. Either that or he was having some very hot dreams. On his chest was one last conversation heart: "Fuck me." This was one of Brett's fantasies, to be awakened by a woman sliding her pussy onto his cock. He'd asked me to try it before, but I never had; he worked so hard, I didn't want to wake him when he was sleeping. But the heart's command had to be followed, whether he was really sleeping or just faking it. A single drop of precum glistened on the head of his cock. I wanted to lick it off, but that wasn't on the heart. I straddled him. He snorted as though almost waking. I thought I caught him half-opening one eye, but if so, he closed it again before I could be sure. I took his cock and guided it inside me as I lowered myself. "Mmm, baby, I hope you don't sleep through this," I murmured as I slowly moved up and down. He opened his eyes. "What a nice way to wake up from a nap!" He grasped my hips, pushing me to ride him faster. "Did you like your hearts, darling?" "God, Brett, fuck me!" He laughed. "I'll take that as a yes. Ride me, slut. Fuck me as hard as you want. I can feel how wet you are. You must be more turned on than you've ever been." "And you wouldn't let me come," I whined. "Poor little slut." I clenched my cunt muscles, squeezing his cock as I fucked him harder. "You're going to make me come now, aren't you? You and that big cock of yours are going to make me scream." "Fuck yes, baby. You proved you can follow directions. Now you get your reward. Fuck me with that hot cunt of yours. I want to feel your come on my cock. Come for me, Lara. Come for me now." "Brett!" As always, his growled command sent me over the edge. "Oh, fuck, Brett! God, yes!" My voice built to a scream. "Yes!" Brett thrust up into me two or three times, then I felt his come spurting into me. "Goddamn, Lara, you are the best fuck!" He pulled me down to him, and our lips met in a short, sweet kiss. "That was amazing," I said softly. "Yes, it was." He kissed me again. "Happy Valentine's Day, darling." "Happy Valentine's Day." Conversation Hearts Author's Note: Both characters in this story were at least 18 years old when the sexual activity occurred. This is my entry in Literotica's 2015 Valentine's Day Contest. Please read it and vote honestly. Comments and reviews are always welcome. Although most of the story is fiction, it is based on an actual event that happened when I was a young girl. * "Do you still remember those cute little candy hearts with the writing on them that you gave me on the first Valentine's Day we were together?" Marcy asked Noah as she leaned over toward him on the davenport in her parents' family room, an impish look on her face. "It was a few days before the dance at the middle school." "Sure." He would never forget those crunchy and colorful little candies, which he later learned were called "conversation hearts." They were the first gift he ever gave her. The two met when both entered middle school and Noah immediately developed a tremendous crush on the pretty girl with the long blonde hair, big blue eyes and creamy complexion. Now he would describe his heart as having skipped a beat the first time he saw her but he hadn't been one to wax so poetically at the time. Marcy is even better looking now, with the same hair and eyes and unblemished skin but her body has filled out until she is sexy as well as beautiful. He remembered the dance she had mentioned too, particularly the events that led up to their first date. Every boy in the class, each in his own ten or eleven year old way, had been attracted to her but Marcy wanted nothing to do with any of them. Early in February of that same school year, when Noah finally worked up the courage to ask her about the upcoming Valentine's Day Dance, he brought her a gift of a small plastic bag filled with the conversation hearts. He hoped they would help give him support in his difficult undertaking. The young swain had decided he needed something to help break the ice and that seemed to be the best thing he could afford. Marcy also remembered the gift with great fondness. She had turned eleven years old the previous month and had not yet started liking boys but Noah had seemed different. He was neither loud nor boisterous as most of their male classmates were and he had offered her the candy when he approached, which was something none of the other boys had done. The first piece she withdrew from the bag was pink and the bright yellow printing on it said "Be Mine." She had decided then and there he was different from the others, besides being cuter than most, with his freckles, reddish-brown hair and green eyes, and being his girlfriend might be something she would want to do. The youthful blonde bombshell and the infatuated youth finished the candy together and, by the time they were through, she had promised to dance with him on Valentine's Day. That was the most she would be able to do when that day arrived because the teacher-chaperones would accompany all the boys and girls who chose to attend to the large assembly room where the dance would be held. They didn't want to risk having the young people pair off on their way there. They had a great time on that special occasion, holding each other tightly in the slow dances or bouncing up and down in front of each other in the more lively ones. They both danced with others, of course -- the chaperones would not have stood for any of their charges being too cozy with each other - but there was nothing they could do about Marcy and Noah holding hands while walking home later. That dance was their first time together and there were many more occasions that year and the next, but nothing more than innocent puppy love. Both sets of parents were even stricter than the teachers had been at that first dance together. Although strict, they were not omnipresent and, a few years after their dance date, Noah and Marcy gladly gave their virginity to each other, helping solidify their love, which was real by that time. That sexual encounter was the first of many and, when Marcy mentioned the conversation hearts the evening before Valentine's Day of their senior year in high school, they had already set a date for their wedding. On the day they were sitting on the davenport together, her parents were out of the house and would be away until late which was why Marcy brought up the subject then. It wasn't just nostalgia that had led Marcy to mention the gift from over seven years earlier. In that town there is an adult book store which, in addition to magazines, books and videotapes, sells candy and other treats to customers with specific wishes. She had gone to that store a few days before and, early that morning, had picked up her purchase of special conversation hearts. She removed the bag of candy from her purse, quickly sorted through them and offered one to Noah. It was pale green and seemed slightly larger than the earlier ones had been. He smiled in fond remembrance as he looked at it but had a question. "Thanks, but it doesn't have any writing on it." "Turn it over." He did as Marcy directed and was surprised to see the word "Blowjob" printed in bright yellow. "What does it say?" She already knew but wanted Noah to read it to her. "It says 'Blowjob." Marcy grinned lewdly, knelt in front of him and started to unbuckle his belt, followed by unfastening his pants and pulling them down around his ass. Noah smiled again, more than willing to play the game, and lifted himself from the cushion of the davenport so she could pull his pants all the way down. It was a cold day in the middle of February but Marcy had turned up the thermostat earlier in anticipation of the nudity she expected they would be sharing. Noah had taken off his shoes and jacket at the door and the eager blonde had no difficulties pulling his pants off around his feet, where they were followed by his cotton jockey shorts and his socks. With her man naked below the waist, Marcy gazed up at him and rested her elbows on his thighs. Leaning forward, she gently held Noah's cock, which was fully erect in anticipation of being drawn into his fiancé's warm, wet chamber of delight. She reached out with her agile tongue and licked under the ridge and probed into the slit on the end. Marcy was receiving almost as much pleasure from what she was doing as Noah was and one of her favorite parts of sucking him off is looking up at him and seeing his body already responding joyfully. That is one of his favorite parts too. He has told her many times how much he loves looking into her big, blue eyes and watching his cock as it slowly eases its way between her pretty red lips, the way it was doing then. Without looking away from his face, she elevated her mouth above the head of his cock and lowered it while licking in concentric circles. When her tongue was once more caressing under the ridge, Marcy stopped, raised her head, looked up at him lewdly and lowered her face again, this time surrounding Noah's shaft until it brushed against the back of her mouth. She stayed like that for a few seconds, fondling his cock with her tongue before opening her throat and enveloping the entire length, taking it so far in she could feel his curly pubic hair tickling her lips and nose. Once again, she caressed his cock with her tongue, reveling in the sensation of the smooth skin stretched over the hard roundness, before beginning to slowly draw her lips back, stopping when just the head was cosseted between them. For almost a minute, Marcy's tongue laved the velvety surface until she slowly lowered her head again, practically swallowing the hard cylinder that felt so good. This time she didn't stop but continued slowly bobbing her head up and down. Marcy loved everything about what she was doing, from the way her lover's thick shaft spread her lips to the way his cock filled her mouth to the way the head brushed against the back of her throat before gliding the rest of the way down. One of the most pleasurable sensations was seeing his chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply and the grimaces of joy flickering across his face. Marcy knew the greatest pleasure of sucking him off would be when Noah climaxed and his delicious cum squirted into her mouth and covered her tongue so she could savor its taste and texture before swallowing it but there was a great deal of fun to be had before that happened. Marcy was becoming more sexually aroused every second and she was also breathing deeply. For greater comfort and to give Noah an even greater visual delight, she unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. After she removed that restricting garment and set it aside, she tugged her blouse out of her skirt, peeled it off and unfastened the buttons and zipper at her waist. She knows how much Noah likes to see her big breasts sway from side to side with her movements and pleasing him gives her pleasure too. She would be able to reach inside the skirt and her panties to play with her clit but she had no intention of bringing herself to a climax with her fingers. Marcy had something planned for that day with no parents around that would be far more fun for herself and for Noah than her masturbating would have been. Sucking him off would be just the first part, albeit an extremely enjoyable part, of their tryst. Marcy resumed sucking his cock in and out between her lips, while licking every inch with each slow stroke until she felt the hard organ throbbing. Although not really very sexually experienced, Noah's cock had been inside her mouth often enough for her to know what that meant. He was ready to come so she increased her pace and stopped giving him deep throat because she wanted to be sure to catch his cum on her tongue to get the full enjoyment. Less than a minute later, the stiff cylinder jerked; Noah groaned in joy and the first gush of his hot semen burst into her mouth. Just as she wanted, his cum landed on her tongue, delighting her taste buds and the entire inside of her mouth. Marcy kept sucking; Noah sighed happily and ejaculated twice more before he was through coming. Gently, she removed his cock, which hadn't softened at all, from where it had deposited his cum and held it upright in her fingers. She swirled the delicious mouthful, relishing the flavor and texture until she let it slide down her throat. Marcy knew there was more cum to be swallowed, some of it still oozing out of the slit on the end of Noah's cock and more remaining inside. Still holding the stiff shaft upright so nothing would run out and be wasted, Marcy licked every drop off the outside before putting the tip back into her mouth. With the thumb and fingers of that hand, she squeezed out the rest of the semen, catching the viscous fluid on her tongue until she had everything. Smiling up at Noah, she savored that second mouthful as she had the first before letting this treat join the other. "My god, Marcy! That was fantastic," Noah enthused. He really meant it too. She had sucked him off before but it had never been as great as that day had been. "I'm glad you liked it. It was great for me too. Now, let's see what we're going to do next." She selected another of the conversation hearts, purple this time, and handed it to him. Noah held the candy correctly this time and grinned as he read the message to her. "It says 'Eat Her Pussy." "Well, then, I guess that's what we'll have to do." This was not exactly an unpleasant thought or hardship to him. "Do you want to sit here where I've been?" "I think we'd better go up to my room. We'll have more room on my bed." Marcy suggested, her face filled with glee as she sad that last word. "I guess you're right. Should we take our clothes with us?" "I think that's a good idea." Marcy refastened her skirt, picked up her bra and blouse and made sure she had the bag of conversation hearts. Noah gathered up his pants and shorts but decided to leave his shoes and jacket in the hall closet. With him naked below the waist and her equally bare above, she led the way upstairs to her bedroom, which she had prepared before the object of her affection arrived. Marcy had made the bed with clean sheets and pillowcases and turned the covers down. Just in case Noah had not come prepared for what she intended to do with him, she had bought a package of condoms and hidden them in the panty drawer of her dresser. After entering the room and closing the door, Marcy sat on the bed and gazed at the man who was about to take her to paradise. Before that could happen, she had to remove her skirt and toss it onto the far corner of the bed, leaving her clad in only her panties with their soaked crotch. Marcy left that last article of clothing on because she knew Noah likes to peel them off her just before burying his face in her wet pussy. She did roll the waistband down low enough that the juices she would be secreting could run freely and inspire him to lick her entire pubic area. Swinging her feet up onto the bed, she pulled a pillow under her head and waited for Noah to join her. A minute later, after removing his shirt, he was lying beside her and holding one of her succulent breasts in his hand and, a fraction of a second later, he was caressing her nipple with his avid tongue. Marcy could already feel the sexual pleasure coursing through her body, especially between her clit and the place where his mouth was so active. From the sexual excitement Marcy was already feeling, the cute pink nubbin was erect, just the way Noah likes to feel it under his tongue. Seconds after starting his lingual attentions, Marcy's upper body was happily squirming under his face and her movements grew more pronounced when he transferred his ministrations to the other lovely orb. Noah continued moving his mouth from one breast to the other until the voluptuous blonde was moaning in bliss and her honey was flowing down the length of her sexy body. "Eat my pussy," she begged him. "The heart said you have to eat my pussy." Noah knew it was that time too so he abandoned Marcy's breasts and started licking and kissing his way down her body, starting with the soft slopes of the delightful mounds he had just been pleasuring. Her juices were gushing even more heavily and their scent was urging him to continue his journey. Marcy was urging him too, pushing on Noah's shoulders to hurry him on his way. By the time his mouth reached her Mount of Venus, the heavenly aroma was close to intoxicating. After licking under the elastic waistband of her panties, the enamored young man got off the bed, got back on at the foot and advanced on his knees until he was crouching between her thighs. He reached out, slipped his fingers inside the waistband and started to tug on the wispy scrap of fabric. Marcy raised herself from the bed and Noah pulled her panties down around her ass, peeled them down her legs, pulled the soggy lingerie off around her feet and turned to drop them onto the floor. When she saw him giving his full attentions back to her naked, waiting body, Marcy raised and spread her legs so Noah could do what they both wanted. He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her thighs and breathed deeply of what she knew he considered her incredible fragrance. It was flattering that her man was so enraptured of her pussy that he took so long smelling and staring at her there but Marcy wanted more than anything else in the world to feel his tongue making love to her there. To urge him to get on with it, she began to thrust her pussy up toward his mouth, which was only inches away. At last he started lapping up her juices, starting with those that had trickled down her legs until he had it all, followed by slowly bringing his tongue up her crotch. Marcy's skin is very sensitive there and she reveled in the sensation of his wet giver of joy as it cleaned off all the fresh juices and continued by licking upward between a pair of her outer and inner lips. Great waves of delight crashed through her body and she moaned in erotic joy. As Noah's magical tongue continued its slow journey upward between the lips, her carnal pleasure multiplied. Marcy looked down her body and saw a scene of which she could never grow tired. Between her ivory thighs was a shock of reddish-brown hair and, as she watched, it moved slowly closer. From every place the hair moved, a thrill of pure delight swept through her body, until a freckled forehead came into view. Noah, his face covered with her juices, looked up at her and smiled before the rumpled hair returned to where it had been and more and even greater pleasure swirled through her. The man providing the exquisite joy was receiving it as well. Everything about eating Marcy's adorable pussy was a treat for all his senses, from the beauty of the pink and white and blonde confection to the flavor and aroma of her honey to the sounds of joy she was uttering. She does not shave herself and the soft, sparse blonde hair served to emphasize her lovely ivory skin and swollen pink lips. However, the best part of all was the sensation of her soft, smooth legs and body under his tongue and lips. Lapping up the juices from her legs and belly had, besides being delicious, been delightful to his sense of touch and her dripping crotch had felt even better. But the best was when he started licking between her labia, loving the contrast between Marcy's slick outer lip and her engorged inner one, especially with the way she was writhing in bliss under his face and thrusting her eager pussy up against his mouth. When Noah's tongue finished caressing between the first pair of lips, he noted in delight the way Marcy's whole body was rocking from side to side in involuntary reaction to the extreme joy he was giving to her. He kissed her mons and, after his tongue had squeegeed up every drop of the fresh juices, began to treat the second pair of lips the same way. Marcy had given herself completely over to the excruciating delight Noah's mouth was giving her. Besides rocking on her ass, she was thrusting her legs out past his face like a pair of ivory pistons and her feet were steadily drumming on his back. Marcy's head, with her mouth agape in bliss, was tossing back and forth on her pillow and she didn't see Noah's face when he reached the end of the second pair of lips and kissed her mons because her eyes were closed too. "Suck my clit," she pleaded when she felt the kiss. "Suck my clit and make me come!" Noah would do that soon, because Marcy's coming is the best part of eating her pussy but he was having far too much fun to want to do it right away. Instead, after devouring all the honey she had just provided, he started below the lovely pink hole that had secreted the delicious treat and licked slowly upward, using more pressure than he had done when he started. As soon as Marcy felt Noah's tongue stroking her and the loving way he was applying it, her movements almost doubled in their intensity and she babbled again of her joy. "Yes! Right there! Lick me there." She felt him doing what she wanted. Marcy felt Noah's tongue slowly advancing up her crotch and probing all around the edges of her pink hole, which sprayed his wet giver of joy with fresh juices. She was as ready to come as she had ever been but what his tongue and lips were doing was so delightful, she wanted it to go on forever, if that had only been possible. After caressing all around the dripping wet place, she felt his tongue pressing into the hole itself but it was too thick and blunt and flexible to be inserted. The sensation was still a fabulous one and Marcy urged him to continue, which he did, until his mouth started advancing onward toward her clit, the sweetest of her sweet spots, especially when she was with Noah. She cried out happily when she felt his lips engulf the sensitive morsel. Conversation Hearts "Oh god! Oh god, yes! Suck my clit!" Her exclamations of joy continued as Noah's mouth worked like a bellows, sucking on her clit in the same rhythm as her thrusting it up into his face, while his tongue caressed the swollen sides and tops. Her body was thrashing all over the bed, running the risk of throwing them both onto the floor but Noah clung tightly to Marcy's thighs and kept his mouth wrapped around her clit. Wave after wave of intense pleasure swept through her body until the biggest of all struck, inundating her with joy, and she started to come. As if to keep him from escaping, Marcy's sturdy thighs clamped onto the sides of Noah's head and her hands buried themselves in his hair. Her movements increased in their wildness as she bent forward and back at the waist while her legs swung from side to side, carrying Noah as a very willing prisoner, who had no wish to get away before Marcy was through coming. He had been on this same wild ride before and it was many times better than anything a carnival might offer. When her orgasm overwhelmed her, Marcy howled loudly and incoherently of her ecstasy as her back arched, ramming her pussy for an ultimate time into the face of the proud young man who had brought about the glorious event. After her great orgasm, all of Marcy's muscles relaxed and she released the grip of her hands and legs, with the latter remaining draped over Noah's shoulders. He pulled away slightly and then moved back in close to feast on the ocean of honey Marcy's pussy had just produced. Greedily, he licked it from her thighs, belly, lips and everywhere else it might have splattered, even sucking the juices out of the precious pink hole that had been their source. When he was done, Noah let her legs fall softly to the bed and went to fetch a condom from his pants pocket, because his cock was at least as hard as it had been when Marcy's tongue first drew it into her mouth. Neither was concerned about AIDS or any STD but they wanted to keep Marcy from getting pregnant, at least until after their wedding. Noah rolled on the protection and climbed back onto the bed. He knelt there and saw how she was sexily sprawled out, her eyes still closed and her mouth partly open in an expression of bliss. He also noted the bag of conversation hearts beside her and, out of curiosity, picked it up to see what other interesting orders they might issue. The first one he looked at closely was purple and, as the other of that hue had instructed them, "Eat Her Pussy" was printed on one side. "H'mm. Interesting coincidence," he muttered to himself and looked at another heart of the same color, and saw it said the same thing. He looked at yet another purple heart and it contained the same instruction, as did the next until he had seen all eight remaining candies of that color. Every one of them said the same thing. Realization dawned on him and he looked at the eight green hearts and read "Blowjob" on every one of them. Noah grinned at Marcy's apparent chicanery and inspected the conversation hearts still in the bag. All that were neither green nor purple were printed with the word "Cowgirl" which, he knew, happened to be her favorite position for sex, besides being one he probably preferred also. By that time, Marcy had recovered from her great orgasm and was quietly and nakedly lying on the bed waiting for him. "Look at this," he said, grinning as he handed her a pink heart. "See what this heart says we should do next." She blushed prettily as she realized he had probably read all the inscriptions and pretended to read what the heart said they should do. "It says 'Cowgirl.' Isn't that nice! That's my favorite position." "Yeah, that's nice. It's my favorite too." Marcy moved aside so Noah could lie where she had been, with his head on the same pillow. She sat up and scooted down toward the foot of the bed, turned around and started walking back on her knees until she was straddling his legs. Marcy bent over and took Noah's latex-covered cock into her mouth to get the outside wet, before moving closer so her pussy was directly above his stiff shaft, which he was holding upright so she could impale herself on it. Although he had licked all the fresh honey from her pussy, Marcy's juices were running so freely in anticipation of getting Noah's big, hard cock buried deeply inside herself, they were dripping onto the tip of his cock. Spreading the lips with her fingers, the blonde hotty slowly lowered her body until her pussy was touching the head. Noah knew what to do and he moved his cock around in her wetness to evenly spread the lubrication. Marcy held her lips slightly farther apart, moved herself lower and sighed happily when she felt the head of Noah's cock wedge into the hole being held open. Seconds later, the avid blonde sighed again when she lowered her pussy farther and almost an inch of hard shaft burrowed its way inside. "Oooo, that feels so good," she murmured. "It feels great to me too," Noah said. Marcy continued like that, engulfing his cock in small increments, with waves of extreme joy rippling through her body at every movement. She didn't stop until every inch had been enveloped and his pubic hair was mingling with her own fluffy blonde bush. She stayed like that for a few minutes, letting the joy reverberate through her body, before placing her hands on Noah's chest and starting to slowly raise her body. This movement continued until only the head of his cock was still inside her pussy and she paused for a few seconds before once again impaling herself on the rigid shaft. By the time she had taken in every bit of the hard cylinder, her body was writhing in bliss. One of the reasons Noah was so partial to the position being used was the way Marcy's big, luscious breasts bounced and swayed in front of him, providing a visual treat in addition to the fabulous physical pleasure they were sharing. He reached up to take them in his hands; she leaned forward and he held the precious orbs loosely and gently caressed the nipples with his thumbs. For a minute, the lovers stayed like that, with the internal muscles of her pussy sending pleasure through his body by massaging his cock, which was giving her extreme delight by cramming her full. Marcy started moving upward again and Noah let go of the gorgeous handfuls and placed his hands on her thighs. When she was moving back to where she had started, imbedding his cock inside her pussy again, he pushed down on her legs and thrust upward with his cock. Their bodies came together with a satisfying "smack" and her juices splattered over both lovers. The next stroke was exactly the same and the happy young people were both sighing, almost whimpering, at the incredible love-making they were sharing. They continued like that for a long time, not saying much but sharing the most fun they had ever had in bed. However good it was, there was something Marcy considered to be missing. She liked the more affectionate full length skin-on-skin of a different position and she decided to change to it, regardless of what she had ordered printed on the conversation heart. "Sweetheart, I want to lie on top of you. I think it'll be even better." "But what about what the heart said?" Marcy stuck her tongue out at the man under her. "What does a dumb old piece of candy know, anyhow?" Noah made no actual protest so she leaned forward and placed his hands on his chest to support her weight. One at a time, she straightened her knees and, when she was the way she wanted, her legs were parallel with his. Marcy slid her hands under his upper arms and he wrapped his arms around her neck so they could share a long, passionate kiss while their naked forms were pressed together. While they whispered of their love for one another and of how great they were making each other feel, Marcy started sliding forward, rubbing her nipples against Noah's chest and withdrawing her pussy from around his cock. She stopped when little more than the head was still inside her and started to slide back on top of him, engulfing his cock again. He placed his hands on her soft, succulent hips and, with most of his cock imbedded in her, pushed down on her and rammed his entire shaft back up inside the most hospitable place it had ever been. This time, they whimpered from the intense pleasure they were sharing and her juices were flowing so freely they were running down his chest and off onto the bed. While Marcy continued slowly moving back and forth, Noah's hands lovingly stroked her voluptuous body, from her shoulders all around and down to her shapely ass. She knew her climax had been mounting ever since she had first straddled Noah's legs and her body was starting to writhe in bliss as she slid to and fro on top of him. His hands, besides providing pleasure for both the young people, were helping to keep her from slipping off him. "I'm almost ready to come," Marcy whispered into Noah's ear. "Me too. Let's try to come together." She thought that was a good idea too but Marcy wasn't sure she could control her body enough to hold back and she wasn't sure she wanted to. Coming and bringing her lover to a climax were the only things she could even think about by that time. She increased the speed of her movements and, more important, shifted position slightly so her clit would massage the top of Noah's cock twice with every stroke. The difference made her sure she couldn't avoid coming so she decided to not even bother trying. The man on his back felt the difference too. "Ooooo, yeah," he enthused. "That feels even better." "It feels better to me too, Sweetheart." Marcy started moving faster and Noah matched her increased pace. His cock and her swollen clit massaged each other twice with every stroke and both were thrashing about on the bed, almost rolling from side to side. "I'm coming! I'm coming," she murmured. "Me too! I'm coming too!" Waves of pleasure had been sweeping through her body but the one that struck after those pronouncements was a powerful tsunami. Marcy cried out joyfully as her arms clutched Noah and clung tightly to his head. He felt his climax well up from deep within his body and explode out through his cock and his arms squeezed her shoulders as tightly as they could. The two lovers pounded away at each other as he grunted and shot his first wad of semen into his condom. Marcy warbled ecstatically, although incoherently and all her muscles clenched as her orgasm overwhelmed her. After that fabulous event, she totally relaxed on top of Noah who was still plunging his cock in and out of her pussy. After ejaculating two more times, he was through and relaxed on the bed with his sweetheart sprawled on top of him. They lay in a happy pile, embracing each other and whispering sweet nothings until his cock softened and slipped out of the place where it had received and given so many delights. She rolled off Noah and lay beside him. Unashamedly naked and even more in love with each other than they had been before, Marcy and Noah lay on their sides facing each other. Finally she spoke. "Ya know, these hearts are pretty smart. They really told us how to have a lot of fun today. I think we should save the ones that are left and consult them again the next time we make love. Maybe get some more from the same place. What do you think of that?" There was no way Noah would even try to argue with that logic. He smiled, nodded his head and kissed her on the lips. Conversation of Lust and Envy (Inspired by the Norman Lindsay's etching entitled "Arguement") Well, although I may never be able to politely admit to "eves dropping" what I heard went something along these lines; if you feel you can trust me to tell you the truth in such a matter involving this seemingly embellished tale of sexual adventure that happened many years ago. Madam Lee "Do you think she really lay there for an hour while he slid his tongue gently along her kitty cat? It seems so unusual to just lay there and not do anything yourself to encourage him to give you more, of what is, after all, absolutely delightful." Madam Jay "No I'm telling you she just lay there; almost like a statue, allowing him to administer his tongue of ill repute to her hairy passion box. She is after all my very good friend, and we should believe her when she says, that he began licking her inner thighs with the tip of his tongue. Something we both know is irresistible to experience as it produces a tickling sensation closer to bliss than agony." Madam Lee "Mmm, yes, you are right it is so wonderful. So you are saying that she shut her eyes, and could feel his tongue glide along her skin like a she was engulfed in feather touching her lusting pastures of exotic flesh. That her mind was then totally engulfed in the erotic experience such that nothing else happening around her was within her minds grasp?" Madam Jay "Well now that you describe her delights in that way, I am inclined to fully acknowledge that you have more aptly described the experience of his monumentally long tongue travelling over the most sensitive part of a woman's body. Given our experiences we can both agree that it is an experience to be savored without any interruptions to the fury of its blissful intensity." Madam Lee "But did she encourage him? Could she really resist begging him for it to last into tomorrow and beyond? For once inside you, deep inside you, how could you ever want it to stop? I never could." Madam Jay "As my very good friend she did relay to me that she had her eyes shut to focus her lust for the first full hour. But eventually she lost her struggle to behave like a lady and she began to make lots of animalist panting sounds of unrestrained pleasure. The talent of his tongue-man-ship must, as we both know, be truly experienced to be appreciated for its ability to induce such exotic intense pleasure. But of course we both know that and have enjoyed its absolute intensity as it has danced exotically across our burning flesh of lustfulness." Madam Lee "Who would believe it? Yes, it understandable. For surely it must have driven her body wild with delight as he used his serenely snaking tongue to delicately explore inside her moist and insatiable hairy tiny tiger. I'm not sure how much she really expected him to use his pulsatingly large tongue to push aside and then force its way inside the delicately soft flesh of her ripe and ready body. As a lady of the world I can appreciate that he would purposefully find and explore the places that would make her explode in unbridled passion." Madam Jay "But, are you telling me she just lay there for one hour. I just don't see how she could just lay there without making lust inspired sounds of adulated excitement when he was absolutely devouring her clit with his lips as he stroked along her bud of hardness with his devilish tongue of delight. Surely her zeal for experiencing more of his serine tongue inside her meow bush would have caused her body to rage with lust inspired delight. Yes, and in such a case, the sounds of agonized bliss from her lips would have been obvious for all to hear." Madam Lee "Well she did tell me later that her yearning for his talented tongue of passion, that he so expertly pressed delicately against her love tunnel was borne of a devotion to her waves of rolling orgasms. In her mind she had resolved to clarify whether his tongue could really be better than the most delightful fire stick she had ever had the opportunity to indulge upon in her quest for unconsciousness. She is surely a saint! To be inspired by wave upon wave of orgasmic delight until her mind could take no more, and yet want to know it all better." Madam Jay "And I must believe that his zeal was most incredible. For as we both have been able to experience he wields his incredibly long tongue with just so must blissful talent. My tingles in recollection even now." Madam Lee "Yes she told me it was so far up inside her that she felt he must be able to resolve her burning hunger for sparks of exploding lights of ecstasy. You know I really believe that he was delighted by her eagerness and thus he was hers to please. For as long as she wanted to experience such blinding delightful pleasure, he was sure to please her. As experienced ladies it is a compliment to the man that he should always be so resolute in his quest to please a lady." Madam Jay "And we all know his reputation for being irresistible to insatiable young women with a yearning for multiple orgasms. Other men I feel are in awe of this my dear friend. For surely the blissful contentment that comes from him running his magnificent snake like tongue into place that others dream of caressing, cannot be under-estimated by ladies who delight in those pleasures. A talented tongue with that voracious appetite to worship a woman's succulent lips of burning desire, can create a frenzy of passion that no woman can resist. Only a nun would ignore that opportunity." Madam Lee "Well as her particular good friend, she did confide in me that the blissful experience of his tongue licking unrelentlessly for more than an hour inside her volcanic tabby was able to push her into such a state of heightened pleasure that she became totally frenzied in her passion. Obviously she began unexpected screams of fevered delight, and while this may not be a real lady's response, we know it is what should be welcomingly expected." Madam Jay "You know I heard from the maid that she thought her mistress was in agony when she heard the noise she was making. And she was too scared to enter the room for fear she was in some dreadful sexual punished position that was associated with her recent dedication to erotically induced orgasmic pain. So the maid said to me that it was not until she remembered who was in the room with her that her infatuation with his reputation as a man with a hugely delightful tongue; which could drive women into a frenzy of unbridled lust, that she had to peak in her mistress's playroom to see how her mistress was displayed upon her bed of pleasure." Madam Lee "Well you might say that, but that completely contradicts the rendition of the events that I heard actually happened from the very person who was actually there. Yes it's true, she was making such a loud outburst of orgasmic sounds that the entire staff were forced to consider what might be happening. But she had issued orders that she was not to be disturbed while he was in worship of her love tunnel. Before she started she fully expected his talented tongue could deliver for her more than 2 hours of passionate delight. Yes she fully expected this administration of his softly seductive wet flesh on her tunnel of love would cause her to go into a trance of blissful raptures. She was obsessed with floating of in orgasmic bliss. Her staff were told to expect her to make unusual rapturous noises of delight and that they should go about their normal business." Madam Jay "Well I'm having trouble believing that, that sounds too premeditated for the very type of refined lady that we both know her to be." Madam Lee "Don't be ridiculous darling. She has long had a yearning for his tongue to address her horny itch; which never seems to be satiated. It's no surprise that in her state of crashing waves of orgasms, the hunger she had for him to drive his tongue deeper inside her further caused her to forget where she was and make a huge commotion as she devoted herself to orgasmic bliss. I can easily believe the maid was concerned for her welfare." Madam Jay "So we could say, what a greedy girl she was, and very much a lady of uncontrollable lust. For in her eagerness for a more dedicated focus of his devilishly delightful tongue on her G spot she had been irresistibly drawn to cry out in fondness for hearing her own obsessed lustful sounds. That being such a devilishly obscene sound that her servant could not be but worried for her well-being." Madam Lee "You might ask why she started as a statue and yet ended up nothing more than a lust infused and frenzied lady. As we both know as orgasm after orgasm lifts you above your normal state of being into a cloud of floating bliss it is very difficult to be quiet about that serenely erotic state, and even a lady is bound to show her appreciation a devotee has bestowed upon her." Madam Jay "Not just that but now she is ruined for her husband and all other men. Yes it's true forI have heard that she yearns for his tongue without any sense of her position as lady. Well we know how her hunger for that blissful agony must have affected her. But it is a delightful surprise that we were both able to overcome that obsession." Madam Lee "Yes truly that is a relief. For she told me that through his sexual stimulation of her clit, and the ache she has for this irresistibly exotic pleasure, he has set a bar so high that only he can reach it for her. She is now hopelessly addicted to his tantalizingly tenacious tongue of terrific teasing." Madam Jay "Well yes I have heard a similar tale from her maid who says that her mistress has a thirst for him and his talented tongue of rapturous elating pleasure is causing the lady concerned to lament its loss. But he is not interested, for she is his successful conquest. A lady should appreciate that it is possible he knows he simply cannot continue to quench a lady like hers unrelenting passionate hunger without eventually be found out." Madam Lee "So do you think he will obey her directive to worship her breasts and arse next? He seems so serious and impetuous but he obviously has a fervent devotion to the female tunnel of love but not necessarily other places on the female body." Madam Jay "To be truthful I have a dedicated lust for mine to be worshipped by him in that way again. Do you think he would ever devote himself to using that magnificent delight of a tongue of his on my kitty cat for 2 hours? For as a lady I am devoted to those forms of blissful pleasures and yearn for that kind of reverence of my places of tingling agony. His tongue, surely it can't be that long, can it? Looking at him, it just doesn't seem possible but the way his admirers deify him, he must be a wondrous talented tongue man." Madam Lee "So you now freely admit that you have never had his tongue inside you yet. That you live to contrive to seduce him and to make him worship you love tunnel, and that your pretence is nothing more than that, when it comes to your assertion that he has feasted upon you already." Madam Jay "Well, now that you mention it, no I have not had his pleasure yet. Nevertheless you surely are also eager to have his devoted tongue of blissful passion buried inside your hairy box of joy; as he enthusiastically consummates you tunnel of loves capacity to create a trance like state of irresistible ecstasy. For I'm sure you have not experienced that delight yet." Madam Lee "Yes I am willing to admit to that desire if you are, my dearest one. I wonder that more woman do not follow him around in the hope he will pleasure them. Look at him, moving so quickly with the throng of ardent admirers around him. I wonder at them trying to engage his attention. It's thrilling to watch and contemplate the blessing thrill that lies inside his magical mouth." Conversation Overheard I had just walked down the hall to use the bathroom. I was brushing my hair when I overheard the voices in the next room. One was my husband, Tom, the other was Frank. We were all at a simple party, just friends. Nothing was going on, Bill and Kathy were in the kitchen making sandwiches, there was plenty of nice wine that was pretty good even if it was from a cardboard box. Sara and I had been chatting, her husband Frank and my Tom seemed to be completely involved in a basketball game. Sara is one of those type of women that when made up they can be sexy, beautiful. Somehow they learn tricks to hide the flaws, something I never really did. Sara was always nice to me, she answered my questions, gave me tips that I know she learned working in a beauty shop before she and Frank got married. I am a bit on the heavy side, I have the usual 15 pounds there is a never ending battle with. One would think that since I am a Doctor it would be easy, but not to be. So it came as a surprise when Tom asked me out. We dated, in just a few weeks we became intimate. I went through an earlier short period of being slutty, I did a few things that were, well, just out of character for me. I had some encouragement from a friend named Lee. Oddly Sara reminded me of her somewhat. Lee's husband Ted had passed and somehow we became close, working together at the wellness clinic. But after my friend Lee passed away too, I went back to just being a 38 year old mildly dumpy female with hopes and dreams. The one big change in my life was things. There was a Van, a Monte Carlo that was new, an almost new Corvette, Ted's, I knew. It had so much power I felt uncomfortable driving it, so it stayed stored in the garage. The big chalet style house out in the hills was an easy million dollars with the 6 acres of property. Probably more which I thought was amazing since I knew Ted had paid just $50,000 for the property more than 20 years before, and built most of the house himself. There was more assets, savings, stocks, bonds, even some silly casino win that was cash every year in the form of a huge check. I went through mind boggling piles of paperwork, then some lawyers, lots of taxes, then all mine. I have no idea at all why Lee named me in her will. I guess just friendship and no one else to leave it to? It all added up to me being a very wealthy middle aged old maid. Never having really had a lot in my life, dealing with it all was a struggle. Lee's brother should have gotten it, he wanted nothing to do with it. I did try to turn it all over to him. I have no idea why he refused, at least not for sure. Jerry was simply a different kind of man. There was some kind of issue between him and Lee's husband, I never knew all the details. Jerry was huge, powerful, intimidating, yes, huge everywhere. I know, I found out just once, a moment in passing. He wanted me for the moment. He did not want me for real. I know I thought about him, wished there was more. Not to be. Then Tom asked me to marry him! Tom wanted me for real, I thought. The assets Lee had left me didn't even enter into my mind as a possible reason. I think it should have, but I was in love, head over heels. I really loved Tom, he was good to me, offered stability. He was careful to see to my needs in bed, and when he was arroused, he was really arroused. Not big, I have been with a just a few men that were big, but Tom beat them all for being hard. Plus he lasted and lasted, sometimes I would have honestly preferred things to be over sooner, but I managed. I was so happy. We married, and soon his circle of friends became my circle of friends. I was just brushing out my hair, when I heard Frank's voice raised in anger in the bedroom next door, I paid attention. "I know you are still fucking her!" Those words came as a total shock to me. I heard Tom's denial, I knew right then he was lying, Tom is lousy at lying. At least I thought so. His face gets the expression a little kid has with cookie crumbs on his mouth. "How would you like it if I was fucking YOUR wife behind your back!" Frank's voice was louder now, intimidating. I got a vision in my mind of him leaning over Tom, fists clenched. Tom? My Tom? Cheating with someone? I knew it had to be Sara. The idea made my head spin. I sat down on the toilet lid, the only place to sit in the tiny washroom. "I want to fuck YOUR wife!" I heard Frank say. "Frank..." "It's the only way to make this right! It's either that or I eat some of your hide, asshole!" There was no response from Tom. Then I heard the door close in the bedroom as they left. Frank was easily much more physical than my Tom, and he did tend to create a presense in any room. I had noticed that but thought nothing of it until now. But Tom? With Sara? I thought about the many times Tom would need to "go" someplace, I never even concerned myself about that. Tom, being a contractor, was often gone for a few days dealing with bids and the like. I knew that just a few weeks before his company had done some construction work at Frank and Sara's house. Things started to fall into place in my mind. Finally I went back out, everyone looked perfectly normal like nothing had happened, nothing said. Tom and Frank back to watching the game on TV, Sara was eating one of the sandwiches Bill and Kathy had made. I just sat down on the couch, thinking. Sara was talking to me but nothing was sinking in, all I could think about was Tom's hands on her, Tom touching her, them making love. Tom even asked me if something was wrong on the way home that evening, bringing me out of my thoughts long enough to shake my head. "Just the wine." I said. Mercifully, he didn't reach for me that night, I am not sure what my reaction would have been. Somehow I wasn't really mad, I suppose the word would be..sick? It was just a couple of days later when the phone rang. It was Sara. "Frank asked me to call, he wanted to know if you and Tom would like to go to dinner with us?" I started to say no but then decided why not? I told Tom, he nodded. Then he asked me something he had never asked before. "Maybe you could wear something nice...sexy?" "Me? Sexy?" "Sure, you know how Sara dresses?" Yes, I knew about Sara. Off the shoulder dresses split up to her waist, no bra that I could ever see, tiny little shorts and halter tops on warm days. Baggy legs that gave peeks if she sat down just right, and somehow she managed to do that most of the time. "Is that what you would like?" I asked him. "Sure, you would look great!" He encouraged. All right, I thought. If that is what he wants. "I want to fuck your wife!" was burned into my mind. I realized that there had likely been more discussions that I didn't know about. Was Tom planning on giving me up to Frank, some silly idea of getting even? Was he actually willing? Was he afraid of Frank, what Frank might do? That was possible, even likely. Tom was mellow, soft, mild mannered. Frank was big and gruff, powerful. There would be no even match there. I was certainly no miss prim and proper, having had sex with three young men in the same day, in the grass..almost in public? Swapping two men back and forth with my friend, crazy things. Not in my character at all. Or was it? I was wondering what to do, what to say as I dressed. I found a nice top that buttoned up the front, a shelf bra that left my nipples bare but made my breasts stand up, something they just would not do if I went without. At least my breasts are big, even if they do sag down with no support. I put on a skirt that was slit up the side to the bottom of the thin white panties I had on. It was a soft blue, the hem long enough that I knew my leg would flash with every step. It was the best I could do, I even used some of the tips that I had learned from Sara with makeup. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized I looked like a 38 year old housewife trying to pass for 28, no if's, and's, or but's about that. There was no way to hide the 15 pounds I carry on my midriff and buttocks. I held back the tears with a struggle, then sighed. I would diet again next week, try again. I walked out into the living room, Tom looked up and went into nuthouse mode. "My God! You look fantastic!" he groveled. I did not feel like I looked fantastic. I had way too much of my bare upper breasts showing, my nipples poked eagerly at the thin cloth, supported by the shelf bra that left them bare but for the cloth of my blouse. The skirt was slit all the way up the side, I knew I would need to be careful or the side of my panties would be showing all night. I felt dirty, knowing why I was doing this. I really didn't think I would ever end up with Frank, I had no plans at all to agree. Even if Tom asked me to! "Let him get beaten up, it will serve him right!" I thought, repressing the urge to become a screaming bitch housewife. Yet I was dressed showing more than I ever did, except for those crazy nights when I was out with Lee. I suppose I could blame that on her, but the truth is, inside I wanted to be slutty, to know about sex just for the sake of it. No strings, no hangups, just orgasms. Men wanting me, erect and needing me. Things I had never known, things I knew others did. Having actually done that, opening my body, my legs to strangers, letting them pound away at my most personal spaces was fullfilling in an insane way. But I just changed back to being me after that. No need or desire to be that way again. Still, sometimes when touching myself, the memory slid into my mind, setting me off every time. Frank's voice was burned into my brain. "I want to fuck your wife!" he had shouted at Tom. The thought frightened me, yet inside in some dark recess of my mind it excited me. Tom and I arrived first at the restaurant, I ordered a glass of wine. Tom produced a pack of cigarettes, which surprised me. I knew he smoked, perhaps a pack a week is all. But usually only when he was working on complicated bids for his work, or under some kind of stress about a job. In over a year, I think I only saw him smoke just once or twice. I know several heads turned as we had entered the room. I knew my breasts were almost visible through the light top and a lot of cleavage was showing due to the pushup bra and open neck. Tom seemed mildly disturbed which surprised me, too. He hustled me to our table, seating me with my back to the rest of the room. Frank and Sara arrived within minutes, they spotted us from across the room and waved, heading our way. Sara looked slinky, but then Sara always looked slinky. She gave Tom a quick kiss on the cheek, leaning over him. Her bodice fell away from her chest, even I got a flash of her small breasts. "Nothing out of the ordinary there." I thought, a sudden wave of anger flooding over me. I managed to control that, barely. "You look fabulous!" Frank exclaimed, bringing a soft blush to my cheeks as his eyes fell on my breasts. Twice in one night that was said to me, not something I was used to. I will admit I didn't dislike it. After the meal we all enjoyed a couple of drinks, then the music started. Frank asked me to dance, I tried to resist but he would have none of that. "Go ahead!" Tom urged, so reluctantly I did. Frank held me close, his arms so strong I ended up with my breasts pressed against him. I felt his right hand on my hip, then his fingers were roaming at the top of my panties, I could feel him exploring through the thin material of my skirt. Then I felt his fingers brush the bare skin on my thigh as the split skirt opened with each step. His fingers probed some more, finally they were actually inside my skirt, working back and forth along the thin band. "Ease up a little." I told him. "Sorry. It's just that you look so beautiful!" "Maybe later." I said, trying to put him off. Now why did I say that? "Great!" was his response, and he pressed me even closer. Tom was grinning ear to ear when Frank led me back to the table. Sara was out dancing with someone, Frank excused himself to go to the restroom. "God, you looked hot!" Tom said. I didn't answer. "His hands were all over you!" "No they weren't, he just had them on my hips." I lied. "I could see that. Why don't you go ahead and let him some, it's just for fun." "You want me to let him feel me up on a public dance floor?" I protested. "Everybody does it, it's harmless." I glanced out at Sara, dancing with some man I didn't know. He had his right hand hidden between them, I was reasonably sure he was feeling her breast inside the top of her dress. "You mean like Sara? You want me to let guys feel me up? Like that?" My tone was sarcastic. Tom grinned. "Sure, why not? It's fun. It's kind of..exciting." Now I was pissed off. I reached down and unbuttoned another button on my blouse, it instantly gapped wider, showing the clasp at the bottom of my bra. "Like this?" I asked him. Tom didn't have time to answer, a man stepped up to me and asked me to dance. I hopped up instantly, catching the startled look on Tom's face. "I'm Hal." He said, taking me in his arms and quickly steering me to the far side of the dance floor. "Sally." I told him, then I was pressed up against him, too, trying to avoid his feet. Luckily the faster song ended and the band played a slow dreamy tune, it was easier. Hal held me close, not saying much. We got to the far side of the dance floor, his hands were rubbing up and down my back. Then they dropped to my hip and slid back up. I leaned back, reaching up to put both my hands around the back of his neck. He took the hint quickly, resting his hands on my sides level with my bust. I looked at his face, he was staring at my breasts, my nipples barely covered now. I felt his hands slide forwards, testing, then back. Getting no resistance, he did it again. I pressed my hips forward, feeling his firmness against my groin. I was trying to see Tom out of the corner of my eye. Hal slid his hands forward again, this time cupping the sides of my breasts through the cloth. His thumbs came around, flicked down across my bare nipples, sending a shockwave through me. I hadn't expected that, I must have shuddered. Encouraged, he slid one hand inside my blouse, cupping my breast. He actually lifted my right breast off the shelf bra and fondled it, I just let him. My head started to spin a bit, the combination of drinks and Hal's touching me were almost too much. "Tom wanted me to be felt up, by god I would be!" I thought. As we turned, I caught a glimpse of Tom craning his neck to see before another couple stepped between us blocking his view. Just then Frank tapped Hal on the shoulder, cutting in. Hal looked like he wanted to protest, but the size of Frank put him off. Reluctantly, he let go and Frank took me in his arms. Frank wasted no time at all, he had one hand on my left butt cheek and the other inside my top before we even took a half dozen steps. By the time that tune ended I was thinking maybe I would end up in bed with Frank. Finally we were back at the table, I sat down, took a sip of my drink. "You have a lot showing, Sally!" Sara grinned at me. I looked down, my right breast had slid out of my top. I calmly reached down and pushed myself back into place. Tom was staring at me, his eyes wide. He made some excuses and we left shortly afterwards. "I can't believe it!" Tom said, once we were in the car. "You can't believe what?" "You had..your boob was right out." "Oh, well. That was an accident." "You let that first guy...? Then Frank?" "Sure." I took out my hairbrush, started calmly brushing my hair. Pretending to ignore him. "How much did you let them...?" "Whatever they wanted to, you told me to!" I just kept brushing my hair. "God....Did they feel the whole thing?" "Well, Hal had my whole breast in his hand and Frank would have had his fingers up me if the song hadn't ended." "God..." "Well, it's just for fun. Like you said." "I didn't think you would do it." "Why not? You want Frank to fuck me!" That just came out, I think the drinks cut into my reservations. "Frank? What makes you think...?" "I heard you. I heard him." Tom was quiet. "So how long have you been screwing Sara?" "Sally, I..." "Don't you lie to me, what the hell is going on?" I demanded. "Oh, shit! I am sorry. Sara and I used to..years ago....date and..you know." "How long have you been fucking her behind my back?" "Just the one time. We were doing the carport job, Frank was gone...It just happened." His face took on the little boy caught cold look. "So now you want me to fuck Frank so he can get even?" "No, not really..I don't know." "This is stupid." I told him. "Sally, please. I am really sorry, it won't happen again." I didn't say anything the rest of the way home. I was thinking, I didn't want to be a three time loser at marriage. Tom was good to me all the time, it wasn't like he was in love with someone and wanted to leave me. "How can you just have sex with someone just because they are available?" I suddenly demanded. "I don't know, it was just something that happened." "What is Frank wanting?" "He insists on..you know. He said he would divorce Sara and name me, cause all sorts of trouble." "Tell him to go to hell." Tom looked down, flushed. "I don't know what to do." He said. "Well, I don't see how me fucking Frank is going to make things all better!" We had arrived home, I stormed out of the car and went inside and straight to bed. Tom didn't come into the bedroom, I waited and finally fell asleep. He slept in the living room, that made me even madder. The next morning I sat on the edge of my bed and thought. I knew I wanted my marriage to work, but it wasn't going to if Tom was going to be sleeping around on me. I wasn't comfortable with acting like a slut in public, either. I only did that thinking Tom would get upset, end it. But he didn't, instead he acted excited and just confused. I realized I was in the uncomfortable position of not knowing for sure what I had for a husband. I made up my mind. No way in hell was I going to let Frank touch me again, and my husband was going to be MY husband if I had to keep his damn cock worn out all the time! I marched out into the living room, Tom was asleep. He woke up quickly to my hand on his penis, he blinked and then groaned as my hands got busy. It was just a couple of minutes and I had him blasting off at the ceiling. "Damn! What brought that on?" He asked me with a grin. "I will take care of things around here. There won't be any more messing around with Sara." Tom got that "caught in the cookie jar" look again. "I'm sorry, Sally. It won't happen again." Things seemed to return to normal after that, I kept Tom well taken care of, the only problem was he still got hard as a damned rock but lasted even longer if that was possible. Sex became an almost nightly event. I liked the cuddling and all, and sometimes I even managed to climax myself. Nothing spectacular, not like when it was raw and illicit but satisfying. It was somewhere around a month later, I was glancing over the mail. Tom usually handled that, but he had been gone for a couple of days on a job again. There was a statement from the broker, I looked it over and spotted a transfer that I didn't recognize. It was almost $80,000? I called my broker to ask, he told me the transfer was authorized online, that the security codes checked. The funds were sent to a limited liability company. Upset, I checked on the LLC, it was registered in Tom's name. I was waiting when Tom walked through the door. I demended an explanation.