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Lorra

By: clairepenn



When I started working as a telemarketer for Wooleyhan Marketing, I had no idea that this little shit job would wind up changing my whole life. After a few months of proving myself to be a great bullshitter, I was promoted to a Project Manager position. However, the promotion (which really just amounted to going from Dirtling to Chief Dirtling) in and of itself wasn't my watershed. It was what happened as a result of that promotion.

Every telemarketing company has a mega-high turnover rate, and Wooleyhan was no different in that respect. The people we hired didn't COME to Wooleyhan; they ended up at Wooleyhan after having been fired, laid off, or downsized from another company, usually under circumstances where they had a rotten reference from said company. We didn't bother checking references. Our average telemarketer's employment life span was about six months, and very few stayed a year or more. To make matters worse, we only telemarketed during business hours, so we couldn't hire high school kids. We had to try to find adults who were willing to do this shitty job. So as long as the applicant could speak English reasonably well and wasn't some psycho serial rapist or murderer who sat at his desk cleaning his gun, we'd take 'em on.

When I got promoted to management, I was put in charge of training each new crop of telemarketers, and we usually had two new groups each week. Training the newbies wasn't something I particularly enjoyed, especially since about 50% would show up for one day of training, then drop off the face of the Earth. On one particular Monday, I came in to train a very small "class" of only four new people, three dudes and a chick. My first reaction was that this was a waste of time. Why couldn't we just start them on Thursday, when I'd have a few more people to train with them? But the moment I walked into the conference room, my mood (and some other things) lifted almost immediately.

At the end of the long table nearest the entrance sat the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I'd always been partial to Latina women for some reason, but the one thing they didn't have was height. Most Latinas are short, but not this woman. She was in her mid-twenties and about 5'10" without heels, long and lean, but no anorexic waif was she. She had lovely curves, nice, rounded hips, a perfectly-shaped bottom, and a great set of c-cups. This was all perfectly complimented by a perfectly-sculpted face with large brown eyes and full lips, framed with long, curly brown hair. She was wearing a tailored business suit that looked perfectly professional, yet did nothing to hide that gorgeous body. I didn't realize that I was staring at her until she gave me a knowing smile and said in a deep, sultry voice, "Hi there. Are you the one who's going to teach me--oh, I mean us--a few things?"

I was embarrassed and laughed uncomfortably, but then I noticed that the other three trainees were staring at her as well, oblivious to our exchange. I cleared my throat and they looked up at me, obviously as flustered as I was. Meanwhile, the Latina seemed to delight in all of this, knowing that she was the center of attention. "Uh, welcome to Wooleyhan Marketing, everyone. I'm Bill Robinson and I'll be conducting your training," I began, adhering like a maggot to the corporate script, "If you have any, uh, questions about anything at all, feel free to ask me. Now why don't we go around the table and introduce ourselves?"

The Latina stood up, giving all four of us guys a full view of her nubile young body. "My name is Lorra and I'm SO EXCITED to be working here! I'm VERY friendly and I love getting to know new people." Lorra sat back down and beamed at me.

I was so busy trying not to stare at her that I didn't even pay attention to the guys' introductions. It took a couple of minutes for me to react after the last guy had finished his spiel, and by the time I'd snapped back into reality I was thanking the gods for loose-fitting business pants. From the uncomfortable shifting of my male trainees, I got the distinct impression that their thoughts were running along similar lines.

Now in case you think I'm some kind of serial philanderer, I'll have you know that I was 30 years old and had been faithfully married for 12 years. Yes, I'd married my high-school sweetheart a month after graduation, the girl-next-door that I'd known since Kindergarten. I'll admit that my head had been turned more than a few times over the years, but until I walked into that conference room that morning, I'd always managed to turn it right back around again. This was the first time that I couldn't.

I somehow managed to stumble through the rest of the day, though my memories are pretty blurred. The only thing I can recall with incredible clarity is Lorra sitting ever-so-casually at that table as I pored over company manuals and screened the requisite orientation films. She had a glass of water beside her at all times and a habit of clutching it lightly with one hand, then moving that hand up and down, up and down, up and down. From her furtive, seductive glances I could tell that she knew damn well the effect this was having on the males in the room.

That night, I went home and had sex with my wife with more enthusiasm than I'd shown in a long time. I'm just glad it's never been my habit to yell out names during climax, because I would definitely have been in some deep, DEEP SHIT. I had my eyes closed the entire time, imagining Lorra in my wife's place.

The next morning, I chose another pair of loose-fitting pants and fought mixed emotions as I drove to Wooleyhan. This was the first time I'd EVER looked forward to coming into work. But was I really looking forward to it? I didn't know what to think, or how to feel, and the moment I walked into the conference room I knew things were about to either get a lot worse or a lot better, depending on one's perception. Lorra was there (with bells on, I'll add) but the three other trainees were nowhere to be seen. Lorra grinned at me and I hurried out the door, mumbling something about giving the guys some extra time to arrive. But my experience at this company had taught me better: They weren't coming back. No way, no how. It was Lorra and me, alone together for a day of training.

About 20 minutes later, I managed to resign myself to my fate (whatever that was going to be). The second day of training is more meaty than the first, requiring the trainees to pair off and practice sales skills on each other, alternately playing the parts of telemarketer and sales prospect. When I explained this to Lorra, she beamed at me and my stomach sank down into my balls. I cleared my throat. "Um...So the first thing we should do is go over the script for the product you'll be selling." Script in hand, I sat down next to Lorra and held my breath as she inched her seat closer, not stopping until we were nearly touching.

This particular client had a rather lengthy script and I didn't know whether to curse them for it or sacrifice a lamb in their honor. I tried to stick to the company bullshit line, coolly and professionally explaining such things as skip patterns and rebuttals. Lorra seemed to hang on my every word, her deep brown eyes constantly catching mine even though I was trying to keep them on the paper. I felt her shift position so that her thigh and leg were touching mine. My voice raised by several octaves for a few moments and I heard her giggle softly.

"Okay," I said, pushing the script over to her (not that it had that far to go), "Why don't I be the customer and you pitch this to me?"

Lorra smiled and took the script in her hands, looking over it briefly before nodding and beginning to read. "Good morning, Mr. Robinson. My name is Lorra and I'm calling on behalf of SMC Enterprises. How are you today?"

Her voice was so DAMN sensual, deep and smooth but decidedly feminine. I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. "Oh, yeah. Uh, okay."

"Well Mr. Robinson, I'm REALLY GLAD to hear that." She went on into the sales pitch and I just let her read, not wanting to interrupt like I was supposed to. I just sputtered out a "yes" every now and then in response to the questions on the script. I was staring at Lorra's lips, paying so much attention to the way they moved as her words flowed out of them that I at first didn't notice the hand moving up my inner thigh. By the time I did detect its presence, it had settled itself a hairsbreadth away from my erection, which had snaked its way out of my boxer shorts and down my pant leg.

But instead of moving the hand higher, Lorra simply kept it steady as she continued reading, a distinct smirk on her face. She knew she was driving me absolutely mad with desire. I wanted to grab this woman, tear her clothes off, and go at it right on top of the conference table. And if there'd been a lock on the door and blinds in the windows, I would have!

I totally lost track of all time, my attempts at self-restraint obliterating nearly every other thought. Finally, Lorra finished reading and placed the script back on the table. "So," she said, kneading my thigh with her fingers, "How am I?"

"Just fine," I squeaked.

"Only fine?" she pouted, then turned to the clock. It was 11:30 a.m. She faced me again. "Well, Mr. Robinson, why don't you say we go out to LUNCH?"

I knew by the way she said that last word that she wasn't thinking about having a tuna salad...but maybe a hot dog would slake her appetite! We very casually strode through the office and out into the parking lot. I led her towards my compact car, but she vehemently shook her head and pulled my arm in the opposite direction. "No. I'll drive!" Very well, because she had a large sport utility vehicle. "I know just where to go," she told me as she revved up the engine. We drove about a mile and a half down the road, to a small strip mall, and she headed to the back. The place looked deserted.

I wondered how she knew about this place; I'd been by here a thousand times before and never thought of it as a good boff spot, but Lorra's hand on my thigh soon obliterated all other thoughts from my mind. She rubbed it much more aggressively than before, tracing the outline of the erection just under my pants. Lorra pulled me into the back of the SUV and smothered me with heated kisses as she undid my pants and let them drop, exposing my 7-inch organ. She let my hands wander about her body, but stopped me short when I attempted to touch her crotch area. I didn't think much of it. I was so goddamn hot that even nothing more than a blow job sounded really good to me right about then. But she did open up her blouse to expose a firm, wonderful pair of breasts with dark brown nipples and areolas that complimented her bronze skin. I couldn't resist taking one of the hard little knobs in my mouth and suckling. She moaned and jerked me off with fervor, bringing me to the brink of explosion, then backing off so that I could hold back awhile longer.

Lorra was so caught up in the heat of the moment that she allowed my hand to go under her skirt--giving me the surprise of my life, to say the least! Instead of a soft, wet pussy I felt a large, hard bump! I gasped and pulled back in sheer astonishment. Lorra could tell that the next few moments could go either way, so instead of trying to explain she simply dropped her head down to my still-throbbing erection and took it completely in her mouth, all the way to the base.

I don't know whether it was the fact that Lorra was an excellent, Grade A cocksucker, the inherent nastiness of diddling some strange chick in the back of a truck during my lunch hour, the forbidden excitement coming from the fact that THIS chick had a dick, or all of those things, but this was the best fucking blow job I'd ever had in my life! My wife had never really been into giving oral sex, but Lorra absolutely reveled in it. She knew just how to alternate sucking on me with stopping to lick my nut sac, never breaking the rhythm or my progression towards explosion. And most shocking of all, I not only didn't mind when Lorra took out her cock--which was at least as big as mine--I found myself grabbing hold of it so that I could jerk her while she sucked me! Finally, she moaned into my cock and I felt a warm, sticky wetness on my hand. Moments later, I groaned and shot an incredible load into Lorra's mouth, a load she eagerly devoured as if it were the nectar of the gods!

I felt so strange when we got back to the office. An indescribable change had obviously come over me, and it felt so strong that it was weird no one else could SEE it, or pick up on it. That afternoon was the beginning of an entirely new way of thinking for me, and I can honestly say now that I'm glad I took that shitty little telemarketing job. It led me not only to a place where I would have never gone otherwise, but to a place I would have never known existed! Lorra has continued to act as my guide in this new place, taking me on ever-wilder adventures, but those are for later stories...

An Erotic Recovery



This is a revision of a story that I submitted several years ago. The story was based on a compilation of letters sent to me by the lady who had lived it. It was a compelling and erotic story of love, hot sex and despair. Her recovery from despair had been affected in an unusual manner. 

*

I met Lorraine online some years ago. At the time I was searching for women interested in exchanging erotic experiences and not necessarily looking for a meeting. Through E-mail, on line messaging and phone calls, she detailed this fascinating tale.

Lorraine was a widow who had led an unusual life. A physical beauty, she had been a 'party' girl for several years, catering to wealthy businessmen. She met a much older man who became infatuated with her. Alex was very wealthy and virile man. They fell in love and married.

Their early years of marriage were exciting, full of travel and parties and hot intense sex. He idolized her; he encouraged her to dress provocatively and enjoyed being seen with her publicly. He derived pleasure from the lustful looks that she received from other men.

Their idyllic life continued until Alex contracted a debilitating disease. His energy levels declined and despite the efforts of teams of doctors and clinics, his health did not improve. He could no longer maintain an erection despite his continuing lust for his wife. Despite all of this, their love and affection for each other continued unabated.

Their lives together took a new direction as Alex desperately tried to hang on to his former lifestyle but sex, the sauce of their lives, was missing. Alex continued to enjoy the attention that Lorraine attracted, but it was a poor replacement for his own incapacity to enjoy her physically. 

She recognized that Alex was turned on with her flirtations. Following a night at their club, she would relate the erotic happenings of the evening. 'I gave Bob a big hard on dancing, he wants to meet me next week.' 'Jim was rubbing his knee between my legs and whispered that he wanted to fuck me.' 'Chad and I were alone on the verandah, we kissed and I let him remove my panties.' Comments like these would arouse Alex to at least a partial erection followed by ejaculation. He begged her to take on a lover. 

She protested that she only desired him. Alex persisted until she agreed that she would entertain a man, but only if Alex were present. The lucky recipient would have to be acceptable to both of them. 

They decided that they would search outside of their circle of close friends. Their first choice was a visiting business associate who Lorraine had met previously. Rob accepted an invitation to join them for dinner at a discreet restaurant. She came on to him openly and boldly. Their knees touched under the table, their bodies were glued together when they danced and Rob quickly accepted an invitation to join them for a 'night cap' at their home. 

Alex drove while Lorraine slipped into the back seat with Rob.

Lorraine continued the tale. "I was terribly aroused. I had not realized how much I had missed physical sex. Rob was very much aware of what awaited him that night. I said and did everything except ask him to fuck me. I shivered with anticipation as his hands roamed my body. My legs spread involuntarily as he worked his hands up under my dress and along my inner thighs.

'I want you Lorraine, always have,' he whispered in my ear. We kissed wildly as his fingers pushed my panties to one side and teased my moist slit. I answered, 'You can have me'.

Once at home, I quickly changed into a sheer negligee and returned to Alex and Rob who were sipping cognac in front of the fireplace. I kissed both of them, took Rob's drink and set it aside before pulling him into a bedroom. 

My heart was pounding, my nipples hard in expectation, and my loins weak at the thought of feeling Rob inside of me. He removed my gown and pushed me to a sitting position on the side of the bed. He stripped quickly. His long cock was semi-coiled inside a pair of white net shorts, but it uncoiled quickly as he pushed them down.

I reached to grasp his shaft. I rubbed it on my face and in my hair, feeling it stiffen in my hand. He trembled as my tongue circled the tip, pulling my head forward as I closed my lips around the knob. I held still as he moved it back and forth in my mouth, pushing a little deeper with each thrust.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and motioned me back on the bed following on his hands and knees. I caught a glimpse of Alex, leaning in the doorframe, his hand in his shorts.

Rob's face changed as he moved ahead on his knees. His eyes looked evil, his teeth were clenched as he stirred the knob of his cock around my slit. He slipped a pillow under my ass and rammed his cock deep into me in one thrust. I drove my hips up at him, both because I wanted to and also to demonstrate I would not be dominated.

'Going to fuck your ass off Lorraine,' he spat between clenched teeth. In response I stretched my legs out to encircle his waist, drove my heels into the back of his thighs and we were lost in sexual release, oblivious to anything else in the world including my loving husband watching the performance."

Alex went to bed. Lorraine joined him in a few minutes. They lay there wordlessly.

"Are you okay my love? You're not saying anything," she murmured.

"Did you enjoy that Lorraine," he asked without looking at her.

"Very much, I needed that. I wanted it hard and fast, sex only, not affection. Rob gave me that, it was perfect. Are you sorry we did it?" She spoke in a firm non-pleading manner.

"I am happy for you my love, you had real pleasure and it makes me happy to see you like we used to be with each other." She felt him relax before kissing her gently and rolling over to drift off to sleep.

Lorraine waited a while; tossing and turning, then crept out of bed and returned to Rob's bedroom. He was awake, a thin sheet covering him. He smiled knowingly as she sat on the edge of the bed and found his cock through the sheet.

His eyes were heavy with desire as he said, "I knew you wanted more."

That was the beginning of the final stage of their life together. The occasional assignations with other men continued. There was the ship's captain on a cruise, a piano player at an elegant resort, a dark skinned pool-boy in Jamaica, a poet in France and a young boxer in New York, and at Alex's request a beautiful Asian lady in Brazil. 

It appeared that all was well, their life full and the sex thing under control. And then Alex died of a stroke.

Suddenly Lorraine's contented life became a dark abyss. She missed her caring husband terribly and lay in bed each morning not wanting to arise. She withdrew from her friends. She tried sex with former partners, but she found little pleasure. A few minutes of mechanical pleasure soon dissipated and the darkness returned. 

She joined a grief support group online and began an E-mail exchange with an elderly man who had recently lost his wife. He was from Chicago and very wealthy. He was obviously full of compassion for Lorraine's plight. 

Their e-mails evolved into long telephone conversations during which the subject of how she was dealing with her sex life became a topic. Mark asked her questions about her erotic preferences and how she set about realizing them. She sensed his arousal when she discussed her use of sex toys. Discussions about sex soon dominated their meetings.

They began video meetings online. She dressed in an increasingly provocative manner. Her dress ranged from low cut gowns with lace-trimmed bras to sheer robes over her naked body. She carefully stage managed the sessions, adjusting lighting, background as well as her appearance. She was enjoying seduction once more as she became more and more daring in dress and expression.

One day he asked, "Lorraine, I would love to see your breasts bare; would you do that for me?"

She responded without hesitation, "Yes, I would love to let you see me." She opened the robe to expose her large breasts and hefted one in her hand. He gasped as she rolled a nipple between her red polished fingernails. 

He asked "Would you stand and let me see you in your panties?" 

Lorraine stood and backed from the camera and dropped the robe to the floor. She excitedly slipped her fingers under the narrow sides of the panties and pushed them down slowly, exposing her bikini cut bush and the tip of her slit. Lorraine was as turned on as he.

"Oh God Lorraine, you are an exquisite woman."

A few days later he asked, "Lorraine, this might shock you; but would you use one of your toys to pleasure yourself for me?" She hesitated before telling him that she would consider it for their next meeting. 

Lorraine continued her tale; "At first I had no intention of doing myself for him. But then I considered that his excitement would add some pleasure and sauce to my own life, and I prepared for our next webcam exchange. I placed my vibrator and a tube of jelly where he could see them, and pulled a sheer robe over my naked body. By the time our connection was established, I had decided that I would get off if I could. 

Mark's first comment was, 'My God Lorraine, you have my heart pounding already. Let me see you.' I stood up and opened the robe, posed like a stripper before sitting down and raising my legs to the desk, one spread each side of the webcam. I was perfectly positioned for his view of the target. I began to rub jelly all around my slit, and then circled my swollen clit so gently.

He groaned, 'I have dreamed of this for weeks, you are so beautiful my dear.'

I grasped the jellied vibrator with my fist and slid it back and forth suggestively. 'Are you sure you want to watch me Mark? Once I begin I won't stop until I come.' There was no answer needed, his open mouth and burning eyes told his story. I was amazed at how aroused I was."

She had shaved her pussy for the occasion, so Mark had a clear unobstructed view as she worked the knob around in her lips, rubbing her clit before working it inside her. 

"I murmured to Mark, 'I love sliding this in me on slow vibration. Can you see it throbbing Mark? Can you see it make my pussy lips tremble?'

Mark sat there like a zombie and all that I could hear was his heavy breathing. 'Are you excited Mark? Are you touching yourself? Would you like to be fucking me Mark?' I wanted more response from him and was being a little mean. But all he did was raise his eyes momentarily from between my legs. I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

I increased the speed of the vibrator, began to slide it in and out more quickly and used one finger to rub my clit. Mark was leaning ahead, his face almost blocking the lens of his camera, 'Can you come now? I want to see you get off Lorraine.'

I was close, biting my lips as the vibrating cock filled me with pleasure. My legs began to close involuntarily, my ass cheeks were cramping together as my pussy took control of my body. My legs closed totally as I held the vibrating cock deep in me; convulsions ripped through me. My God, the vibrator had never had this total effect on me. I was panting hard as I relaxed. I had forgotten about Mark and looked up realizing that he probably had not seen much of the final actions.

He was staring at me, 'Did you like that Mark', I whimpered, 'did you see enough?' I spread my legs again, circling the clit with the still vibrating dildo, 'That felt so good, thank you for watching.'

He finally responded, 'It was beautiful Lorraine, the most beautiful spectacle that I have ever seen. Magnificent.'

One day not long after that episode Mark E-mailed her. He wanted to make sure that she understood exactly what he was asking of her. He asked her if she would come to Chicago as his guest and stay with him for a few days. He assured her that it would be only touch and look, and that he was not capable of more. He wanted to see her in various stages of dress and undress; taking a bath; demonstrating her toys; allowing him to touch and fondle her. 

She could enjoy the sights of the city, fine dining and anything else that she might desire. He took her on a video tour of his luxurious apartment and asked her to consider his offer over the next few days. 

Lorraine did give it serious thought. It was similar to her previous life as a party girl, almost like being a hooker without the sex. Mark was not a threat and it sounded like a nice vacation in luxurious surroundings. She accepted his invitation. 

Mark met her at the airport holding a large bouquet of flowers and a big smile. He was much taller and thinner than she had imagined he would be. They drove to his apartment in his limo, chatting easily away in the spacious back seat. He guided her to her room and left her to settle in and compose herself. 

They had dinner in the apartment that evening served by his staff and afterwards he showed her around his elegant digs. His eyes often strayed to her large breasts and she was not surprised when he followed her into her bedroom. 

He said, "Lorraine, your breasts fascinate me, I have only ever touched my wife's breasts which were quite small. Would you mind if I touched yours."

Lorraine unbuttoned her blouse slowly, exposing her breasts hanging beautifully in a soft bra. She became aroused as he examined and massaged them. She lifted one out of the cup for him to fondle and caught her breath as he expertly captured a nipple, rolling and squeezing and pulling on it, ever so gently.

He murmured, "Thank you so much Lorraine, I have been dreaming of this since we first met." 

He withdrew his hand and stepped back; eyes still focused on her breasts as she tucked the exposed one back in the cup. She was not certain what she had expected to happen, but was surprised that he did not press for more.

He said, "Let me have Louise draw you a bath. She will let me know when your are ready to receive me."

"Louise, an older lady, entered my room as if by magic, and without looking at me prepared the bath before disappearing. I stripped and slipped into the warm scented water just as Mark appeared in the doorway, still wearing his three piece suit.

He asked, 'I would love to watch you bathe; do you mind if I sit and watch you? Would it make you uneasy?'

I smiled and said, 'Certainly not Mark, it turns me on to perform for you. I don't feel at all threatened.'

He settled on a chair near the bath and after a few minutes he asked, 'Please stand up and allow me to give you a sponge bath.'

I did not consider until later how strange it really was that I allowed an elderly man in a three-piece suit to bathe me. I replied, 'Certainly Mark, I enjoy your touch'." 

She stood up in the tub, her great nipples erect and expectant; but her legs closed in a protective mode. 

"He took the sponge and began to soap my body. His hands roamed all over me. First my back and shoulders, around to my breasts, down my belly and around to my ass. It was as if each part of me was dear to him. I parted my legs as he worked the soapy sponge downwards. He turned me to face him and soaped my pussy with the sponge before dropping it in order to free his hands. I spread more as he slipped the edge of his hand in between my legs, rubbing along the length of my slit.

I groaned, 'My God Mark, I'm going to pass out.' I placed one wet hand on his shoulder to brace myself. 

His attention returned to my breasts, cupping each one in the burning palm of his hands, bouncing them before capturing the nipples to squeeze and tug at them. My knees weakened as he played. 

He said, 'Do you enjoy this? Do you do this to yourself when you are bathing? Do you get aroused with your own hands and fingers?' 

I responded breathlessly, 'Yes I do and yes I can excite myself, but not as much as your hands are doing. You are very expert at arousing a woman.'

He then took a hand held shower and began to rinse off the soap. He paid particular attention to my nipples with a heavy stream of water; he smiled and said; 'You like this don't you?' 

I moaned, 'Yes, very much.' My nipples were puckered tight and very ready to be sucked. Would he suck them? I was certainly ready if he was. 

He took the hand held shower and pushed it against my vagina. I almost got off at the suggestive move and the intensity of the shower stream. He pulled back a bit and said, 'Why not dry yourself off now and put on a robe and join me in my room when you are ready'."

She did as he asked and after drying off and applying fresh make-up she entered the open door to his spacious bedroom. She had somehow expected that he would be wearing a robe for her entry but he was still in his suit.

Mark stood in front of Lorraine and asked, "Did you enjoy your bath?"

Lorraine said, "Yes I found it very erotic to have you watch and sponge me off."

Mark responded, "Good, I will give you another bath tomorrow night. May I touch and kiss your breasts and nipples?" 

Lorraine smiled and opened her robe "That would please me very much; you are welcome to do what you wish with them." He licked, nibbled and then sucked on them one at a time while fondling the other with his hands. 

He repeated what he had said previously "Your breasts are so large; I have never seen such large ones except in photos; as I mentioned my wife had quite small breasts. Does it excite you to have them fondled and sucked?"

He knew the answer but Lorraine responded anyway "Yes, I love to have them caressed and sucked. It sends beautiful messages to the rest of my body. A man is welcome to all of me when he makes love to my tits."

He asked again, "Are you alright with what I am doing? I love the fact that I seem to be arousing you. May I continue?"

Lorraine "Oh yes, I am enjoying your touch, please continue with anything you wish, I am here to please you but am enjoying all of this as well."

Mark's hand slid down her belly, rubbed her shaved mound with his fingertips, and then slipped one finger between her legs and along her slit. He said, "You must be enjoying this; your slit is all wet and your lips are swollen. Your shaved pussy thrills me; it is my first experience with a bare one. I would think that you are ready to play a bit. Are you?"

Mark directed her to his bed and propped her up against the pillows in a sitting position. Lorraine was very aroused at the gentle ministrations of this elderly man. He pushed her legs apart. He said, "What a beautiful sight, I can see everything because of your shaved pussy." 

"I sat back, my upper body against the headboard, closed my eyes and prepared for pleasure. He rubbed two fingers on my slit lips. I could barely keep from trying to capture them by closing my legs. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over me as his fingers rubbed and probed, oh so gently. I spread more wanting him to enter me more fully. He whispered, 'Lorraine, I would love to taste you. May I?'

My reply was to spread my legs even more widely as I slipped one finger in along beside his to circle my swollen clit. I raised my hips, offering him my pussy. He moved over me and lowered his upper body until his face and shoulders were between my bent up knees. I really wanted to be licked. 

He kissed his way up from inside my knees; I could feel his warm breath teasing my crotch. I am sure that I was whimpering in anticipation as he proceeded to lick and suck my pussy and clit area. He was obviously well experienced in pleasuring a woman. This elderly gent provided the most beautiful and intense oral sex that I have ever received. I am sure that I come twice if not three times as his hungry tongue and lips worked their magic on me. He was relentless and I finally had to pull him up so that I could breathe again.

I slipped down to my back, totally exhausted, my entire pussy pulsing and throbbing and very wet. I closed my legs tight as if trying to retain the delicious sensations still coursing through my body."




Lorraine, A Classic



As told by Lorraine, Married White Female, 48. Red hair, Green eyes 5'9, 145, 36C 

*

It happened so quickly. I guess many married lives seem to go by in a flash, but mine seemed over in an instant.

After 24 years of married life, I realized that the sex was almost non-existent. Joe didn't seem to care. Once a month or so, he'd get frisky, get his cock hard, and we'd move around in the dark until he got tired and shot into me, and I would lay there wondering, "Is this how it is with all marriages?"

I spoke to friends and most agreed, their sex lives were pretty much the same. Others suggested he was getting his action elsewhere.

When I was single, I was pretty hot, had men chasing after me, and me letting myself get caught. At 21, I had been with my share of men, and really enjoyed sex. Older, younger, married, single, but when it came time to settle down, I settled. Joe was handsome, hard-working, what we women marked as a good provider, and he was, through two kids, and 24 years. Times change.

As the sex became less-frequent, I let my mind drift back to old lovers, prior experiences, and my trusty vibrator, to get by. But it just wasn't enough.

Then, at Joe's company party, I met Tom. He was a new hiree, only there four months, and I hadn't seen him before on my trips to his office. Besides, Joe had sixty people working for him, so there were many I hadn't met.

Joe's a good boss. He has company picnics every summer, all on company expense. The Holiday party (being politically correct) was at a nice restaurant, and spouses were included but no kids.

We took Joe's car, arriving early to welcome staff, and I shot to the bar for a Stoli Martini with lots of olives. As I sipped it, a voice said, "If you eat all those olives, you'll ruin your appetite."

I looked across at him. Handsome smile, not glaring. Sky blue eyes. Over six feet tall, medium build, black pin-striped three piece suit, red tie, and one of those thin unshaven looks that wasn't quite a beard. 

"The Stoli makes them disintegrate before they can stick, so I'll be fine."

He slid around the bar towards me. Mid-twenties, just older than my son. "I'm a Ketel One fan, myself. Hi, I'm Tom Olson." He smiled broadly and held out his hand.

I took it. "Is that the Vodka-du-jour, Tom?"

"Last year's model, I think. I always enjoyed something with a few years on it." He smiled at his own joke, and I knew he meant me. Time to take this man down a notch. 

"Well, some older models come with extras they pick up over the years. I'm Lorraine Cassidy. I'm sure you know how to spell that."

Surprise registered, and he said, "As in Cassidy Insurance?" 

"Exactly," I smiled back. "I hope your appreciation of the classics hasn't changed."

He shook my hand vigorously. "On the contrary! No offense, but the guys said you were good looking, but I didn't expect this!"

"Be careful, Tom, don't waste all your charm on me, I don't give out the raises, and who, by the way, are all the guys?"

"Oh, no, I can't give up my sources, but I will have to tell them to raise their enthusiasm when speaking of you!"

I took my hand back, just as Joe showed up.

"Lori, I have some people... oh, hi, Tom. I see you met Tom already, Dear, but I have some other new people you need to meet. Some brought their wives. Is the Mrs with you tonight, Tom?" "No, sir, I'm single." He looked at me with those blue eyes, and my heart fluttered like when I was a girl! I wouldn't give him any satisfaction.

"Oh, well," I said to Tom, "Maybe by next year, you'll come up with a date." As Joe led me away, I saw Tom toast me with his glass and smile.

I'm usually careful about my alcohol intake at these things, but I was bored, and the conversations with the wives was awful! All these suck-ups, trying to jockey for their husbands to move up the ladder, like I had anything to do with it. 

Joe made sure that I had have membership at the club, along with a nice car and very broad expense account to keep me busy, but today that just didn't seem to be enough.

The Stolis were making me giddy, and Joe noticed and was making faces. "Honey, how many is that?" and "People are looking," became suggestions that it was time to go. I was bored anyway, so I said fine. Joe had a limo service available, so none of his employees had to drive home, and it was agreed I would be better off leaving. "Besides," Joe added, too casually, "I have a stack of papers back at the office and probably will work through the night, anyway. I'll see you in the morning."

Yeah, he'll be working, working on that blond slut from Accounting. i bet she'll be taking a pounding for a bonus check tonight!

I got my fur from coat check, and someone held it for me, as I slid into it. "Hmmm, thanks, it's cold out there!" I shivered at the thought.

"I'm sure the limo is already nice and warm for us." I turned to see Tom turning up his collar on the overcoat. "They said we were both going in the same direction. I hope you don't mind sharing..."

My heart leaped and I smiled, too much I think. "No... no, that will be fine." Trying to regain composure. "Tom, wasn't it?" and he nodded. "Sorry, I met so many people tonight."

He smiled as he took my arm and led me to the limo. "I told you to watch out for those olives!They get you every time! Haha!"

The driver held the door for us, and it was very dark inside. I slid into the back seat, and Tom took the bench, facing me. Through the partition, he said, "I believe I'm first, driver, but I would feel more comfortable with seeing Mrs Cassidy home first."

"Very good, Sir." and the partition closed.

"That wasn't necessary."

"I know, I just figured I'd get more time with you." 

"Why would you want that?"

"Well, for one thing, I'd like a chance to convince you that I'm not the creep I think you think I am. I don't get to meet a woman like you every day and didn't know how to react." I could see the lights shine off those blue eyes.

"And what exactly is a woman like me?"

"Classy, elegant, used to the better things in life."

"I thought you were gonna say 'old' or some euphemism for old. You were quite good at that earlier." I smiled at him.

"All those euphemisms are used for classics, a 1981 Jaguar is not a 30 year old car, it's a classic. I hope you didn't take that the wrong way."

"Well said! Can I ask you a question? Did you know I was the boss's wife before you flirted, or after?"

He smiled again. "Had I known, I would have turned and ran. My specialty is not being noticed, for doing a good job or a bad job. I try to fly below the radar, so I was shocked by you, and then shocked to know Big Joe knew who I was." 

"Big Joe, huh? He'd like that."

"He seems like a fine man."

"He's a creep!" I blurted out. "Like he's gonna work late tonight! Sure! He'll be off banging some slut, now that I'm not there to cramp his style. Then he'll expect me to feel badly about how hard he works! The prick!"

Tom was silent, looking down. Finally, he said, "Sorry."

I had simmered, then cooled, but when he said he was sorry, that was it! "What are you sorry for? For making an old lady's night with your silly flirts? For making me feel good about myself for the first time in six months? It's his loss, damn it! I'm sick of being the boss's wife. I am me! Me, damn it!" and I broke into tears, sobbing.

He was beside me in an instant, his arm around me, and I was crying into his overcoat as he reached in and gave me his handkerchief. I sniffled and blew my nose into it, my eye makeup streaking, ruining his handkerchief. I looked up at him. "I guess I owe you one of these."

"Oh, no, I was looking forward to adding it to my gallery of Women Who I Made Cry. A real treasure." He smiled.

"Don't you say 'classic' or I punch you!" I laughed, and my face was so close to his, those deep blue eyes, like pools. "So, Mr. Olson, now you heard my tale of woes. Big Joe is no hero, just a middle-aged womanizing jerk."

"He's a jerk alright if he cheats on you."

"That's very sweet of you, Tom. I'm glad you happened into my limo." 

He smiled. "I was standing by the coat check room one minute after I heard your first 'good night.' No accident at all. I don't even live in this direction!"

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you? So, what's your plan now?"

"I had hoped to seduce you, but that's out."

"Really? Why?"

"You're not drunk enough!"

"Oh, yeah? You got this close and now you're gonna chicken out?"

He looked down at me. "You're right. I'm never gonna get this chance again." His lips brushed mine softly, and I could taste him, slightly salty, but warm. I hadn't kissed another man in 24 years and Tom was a good kisser, soft but not wimpy. Our lips parted and our tongues met, playfully, and we enjoyed a deep kiss, then he whispered, "He can't see through the glass. Care for a longer ride?"

"This will be my first in a long, long time, Tom, I hope you feeling privileged."

His hand felt my breast through the fur and he smiled again. "I promise to be gentle."

"Honey, my dildo is gentle, I want to ride!" 

Tom tapped on the glass and spoke softly to the driver. Something changed hands. I think it was money. He closed the glass and had his overcoat off and our lips mt again. He whispered, "He's telling the dispatcher that my drop-off is way across town. 'You know how these drunks are!' W have time."

He had my fur open and was feeling my breast and I breathed deeply to provide a healthy handful. He kissed my neck and i let my head roll back, enjoying the attention as he nibbled at the nape and found the hook that held the front of the dress together, expertly. Now, it opened like a robe, providing plenty of access. I held his head as he snuggled between my breasts, and I wondered about his size. 

Size isn't everything. Enthusiasm, the desire to please is just as important. Some men think they provide the size, and that's all. But smaller men know they have to work harder at pleasing a woman, and in my experience, I would take desire over size. In Tom's case, I got the best of both worlds.

He had my bra unhooked and was sucking my nipples, they tingled and hurt, but much of that was from lack of use. We were laid out, sprawled, and I reached under him and felt that lump that was pressing against my thigh, and he reacted immediately with a low moan.

I couldn't guess how large, but large, thick. I stroked it a few times and he ground against me, and I pushed him back and clawed at his shirt, which seemed to shred. He smiled down at me as he helped tear away the clothing between us. We both fumbled with his belt and when it was open, I was above Tom, hovering, waiting like a bird for the worm to appear. When it did, I swooped in, grabbing the shaft and taking his tip into my wet mouth.

My tongue flicked at the slit in the head, it was salty, and I took him in. My lips passed over the head as my tongue massaged that thick vein and I slurped up and down. I still wasn't sure, but he had to be eight inches or better!

He had tugged my hose down and was fingering my drenched pussy. He had my clit between his fingers and squeezed, and I felt the rush of blood to it, and a wave of excitement ran up my body and out my throat which still held his sweet cock. "Hmmmmmm!"

I was ripe and so was he. There was no time for major foreplay. He pulled me to him again, and we kissed as I climbed over him, holding his cock, giving it a teasing jerk, before slowly massaging my pussy lips with his swollen pink head. And little by little, he came into me, tiny push by push, first the head, then an inch, and another, deeper, harder, our eyes locked on each other, my mind wondering how far he will reach!

We kissed again as I nuzzled down on top of him, and our hips churned, allowing our members to get accustomed, and then we danced, slowly, moving around, feeling him dip deep then withdraw, and again, and again.

He rolled me over and all the years of unemotional sex were gone. My body throbbed and I felt my first orgasm, small, but clearly recognizable on my part. The cool leather was in stark contrast to his hot body and he had gotten his rhythm now and like a trained jockey, I gave the horse his run and he took it, slamming faster into me, harder, causing guttural sounds to rumble from deep inside me, as I clung to his neck, almost screaming into his ear! I wanted him to split me in two. And he was doing his best.

A second orgasm swelled, this one much larger, more uncontrollable, and I heard me say, "Oh, Fuck, I'm gonna cummmmm!"

He gave one final slam into me and held, and our bodies seemed to be suspended as that orgasm peeked in both of us, and our combined rush was seismic! My body had been jolted with electricity and it was his cum shooting through me that caused it. He grunted and groaned, and went back to humping, even though it had passed.

I laid below him, holding him, whispering how great that was. Our kisses were softer, and he teased my nipple again. I giggled, "I hope the driver didn't hear!"

"Don't worry, I gave him $100 to stuff his ears with. These guys are professionals." He slid out of me, and as we dressed, Tom knocked on the glass. "Yes, Sir."

"We can continue, now."

I got as organized as possible, and said in a professional manner, "I want to thank you for a pleasant evening. My compliments, this old lady really enjoyed the ride."

He just stared at me.

"Are you okay, Tom?" 

"Um, yes, sure, I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

"What were you thinking? A bonus? A raise?" I felt my temperature rising.

"A rematch?" he broke in.

"Wha...huh? I don't get it."

"I was hoping it wasn't a one-time thing. Silly me, I guess. Why a lady like you would be interested..."

"Really? I assumed I was just one of your conquests: The Boss's Wife, for your trophy case."

"You flatter me, I'm not the Don Juan you seem to think!"

"You sure make love like one!" I took his hand. "You want a rematch, you got it, honey, but I have to be discreet. I'm too old to go to work again. I'm gonna start stock-piling money, and soon,I'll divorce his ass, and be doing just fine."

"Well, until you make the big-time, I hope you will allow me to continue to appreciate what he apparently has lost." We made plans for our next date as we rode home, holding hands. 



Lorraine Can be Naughty Too



Chapter One 

Lorraine nudged her husband Kyle's arm. He gently leaned his head back in her direction as he gave a subtle acknowledgement. "Are you sleeping Ky?" She questioned, beginning to slowly stroke he back. 

She waiting a few seconds, but did not hear a reply. She nudged again, a little harder than before. 

"Huh..." Kyle's groggy voice pierced the silence. 

Lorraine placed her hand on his shoulder as she attempted to rouse him once more. "Kyle. Wake up." She agitatedly shook his shoulder. 

This forced to him roll his head back once more, opening his eyes to look at her this time. As his eyes opened he uncivilly said "What is Raine?" an obvious annoyance in his voice. 

"Never mind, dear" she said with a sigh. He quickly rolled back to his previous position and within seconds was letting out telltale signs of sleep with his snores. Lorraine quietly slipped out of the bed they shared and grabbed her robe, which was hanging on the back of the door. 

Entering the bathroom, she only turned one of the two light switches on. This allowed for a somewhat dimmer glow to the room. She turned on the water off the Jacuzzi tub and sat on the edge of the bath. With her legs crossed, she bent around and began to slowly brush her fingers in the water as the tub quickly filled. 

Leaning over to the wooden stand immediately to the left, she grabbed a box of Calgon and began to sift the teal powder into the water. The water slowly began to match the color of the powder and bubbles began to form where the faucet was busy dumping a heavy flow of water. 

She set the box back on the stand and stood, removing her robe and tossing it aside. She then lifted her knee length nightgown over her head. Slowly noticing her naked body in the full size mirror that hung behind the bathroom door, she walked closer, and began to slowly run her finger around her breasts. 

Softly and slowly she made each finger graze over the majority of flesh that was her 32D cup tits. As her nipples began to stiffen with her gently touches, she would glide her hand lower than her chest. When she reached her crotch she began to brush her fingers through dark brown pubic hair that covered her area. 

Lorraine Stevenson was still at very beautiful woman at 36 years. She stood almost five and a half feet tall, with an hourglass figure. Hey hair reached the middle of her back and was blonde dyed with dark brown highlights. She always kept her bangs, she loved them. Kyle wanted her to grow it all, but she thought her bangs were her best feature. 

She spun around to view her very ample bottom in the mirror. She always liked her butt. It wasn't overly large; but it was not tiny or flat either. She grabbed her left cheek and squeezed it in her hand. There was more than enough to play with, she thought to herself. 

Walking back to the tub, she slowly slid into the steamy water. Leaning back against the edge she flipped the lower jet switch with her toe. Bubbles began to form from underneath the surface and she could feel the jet hit her body. 

Enjoying the very hot water that covered her body and the jets that swirled from the bottom, she reached her foot out of the water and with her toe, flipped the switch that controlled the higher jets. They began to swirl on the back of neck as she let out a minor whimper of relief. 

As she began to become more relaxed, without even realizing her left hand began to rub her pubic hair again. Ever so slightly grazing her lips that were becoming encouraged with blood, she brought her right hand over to her area. Her mind began to wonder as she slowly began to explore her vagina. She pictured Kyle's hefty 5'11" frame. 

She still thought he was sexy, even after ten years of marriage. She had always been obsessed with the look of the male sex organ, and was quite fond of Ky's. He wasn't very thick, but he was long in her opinion, about 7". She loved how deep he would reach her when he trusted it in. 

Her hands began to pick up speed as she found her clitoris. She pictured his dick in her mind as she rubbed it faster and harder. He had a narrow head that ever so slightly almost came to a point. She loved to lick around his foreskin where it attached to his shaft. 

The images of her husband's manhood soon dissipated as she felt her orgasm near. Inserting fingers and rubbing her pussy she began to let our moans while her mind went blank. The water began splashing around her as she moved, and her fingers entered more, her moan became louder and longer. 

All of the sudden, there were images of cocks flooding her mind. Just random cocks, no men attached, just cocks; all kinds of different sizes, lengths and widths. She began to bite her bottom lip as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure. 

The next morning; Lorraine groggily awoke to find she was alone in the bed. She tiredly lifted her body and sat up. Looking at the clock, she felt a rush of surprise fall over her. 10:30, could she could really have slept in that much, she wondered to herself. Pulling the covers off her body, she rose to her feet and began to walk out of the room. 

Walking by the window in the kitchen she smiled. It was such a nice day, the sun was shining and temperature looked pleasant. She walked to the fridge and grabbed a cup of yogurt while she reached for the drawer than housed the silverware. 

Her cell phone began to rattle on the counter beside her. She glanced over and out of the corner of her eye, saw Kyle's face appear on the screen. Swiping the screen she put the device to her ear. "Hey babe!" she said. 

Kyle's voice was a tad concerned sounding as he greeted her. "Hi. Did you know anything about Mel's birthday party?" he asked very in quizzically. 

Her lips vaguely parted. She became a little worried at his tone. "Yes. I told you the girls were going out to celebrate her fortieth." She said, giving a nervous laughter as she spoke. 

There was silence for several seconds. "Did you know about the strippers?" 

She did in fact know about the strippers, but there is a possibility she had not mentioned that part of the plans when she told Kyle about the outing. She began more nervous laughter as she answered him, "What, strippers? We're just going bar hopping downtown." 

"Well, I just talked to Cliff and he said Mel had a bunch of strippers planned." Cliff was Mel's husband and a rather good friend of Kyle's. Raine was a bit surprised Mel would give the dirty secret of the plans the group of four women had made more than a month ago. 

"We joked about it at lunch one day, but I really didn't think they were serious." Lorraine covered. She waited, her stomach settling a little. 

"Oh." Kyle said blankly. "You really didn't think they were serious?" 

"No, baby" she laughed. 

"I don't mind there will be strippers there, I just sort of freaked out by the way Cliff was talking like it was a set in stone plan, and you never mentioned it." Kyle said releasing his breathe while he spoke. 

Raine began to feel guilty. She only hid it from him because she thought he would hate the idea and try to convince her to miss one of her best friend's milestone birthday. "So, they are going to have strippers?" She questioned him, already knowing the answer. 

"Yea, I guess it's already set up." 

"And you're sure you don't care if I go; even with the strippers and all?" 

She heard him chuckle a little on the other line. "Are you nervous?" he teased. 

She was not; not at all. She was excited, that's what she was. She was eager to watch those hunky men take their clothes off in front of the women. She actually hoped it wouldn't be like the male review they went to a few years ago. All of the men wore G-strings and she didn't get to see anything good. 

"Maybe a little bit." She said in a hushed voice. 

"Don't worry, honey." Kyle said in an attempt to comfort her. "I'm pretty sure they're not allowed to touch you." 

Raine gave a slight sigh. "I know babe. I'm sure it'll just be good fun for us girls." 

Chapter Two 

Kyle arrived home from work around five in the evening and Lorraine was in the bed room when he walked into the house. "Raine... babe... you still here?" He yelled throughout the house. 

His mouth dropped open when he walked through the doorway of the room and began to stare at his wife. She was standing in front of the mirror and was adjusting her top. Her top, which was black see-thru, very flowing and cropped at the back; the see-thru allowed a perfect view of a black bra she wore. She grabbed the ankle length black skirt and whipped it around with her as she spun toward Kyle. 

"What do you think?" She asked a big smile on her face. "Is it too slutty for a birthday outing?" 

Kyle shook his head as he stared at her. He could feel an erection begin to form in his pants while his long haired wife danced around in front of him. "There'll be strippers there, so slutty; is that bad?" He joked. 

She stopped spinning and stared at him. "What?" 

Nervously he repeated her. "What?" 

She smiled hugely as she began to walk closer to him and grabbed him by his tie help her pull him closer as she put her face to his. "Do you want me to look slutty?" She said in her best flirty voice; the closeness allowing for her to feel his erection against her body. 

"Well yea!" he eagerly said, reaching around sliding his hands to her bottom. 

She was completely thrown by this. Kyle never showed any reaction to wanting her to be slutty. She always thought of him as very vanilla. "Raine, you're a very sexy woman. What's wrong with flaunting it?" he asked as he moved his lips to hers. She watched them move closer and quickly adjusted her view back to his eyes as he planted his lips against hers; she closed her eyes as they kissed. 

Where did this come from? She thought to herself. "You wouldn't get jealous of me 'flaunting' myself to a bunch of naked men?" She asked as their lips gently broke apart. 

His hand moved from her butt, joining the other one at her waist. He planted another kiss on her lips. "Well yea, but that's kind of hot. Thinking about them looking at you, but not being able to touch you." He formed a large smile. "Then... Then you'll come home to me." 

She began to wonder why he was acting like this all of the sudden. He never showed any indication to anything remotely close to this in all fifteen years she'd known him. She felt a rush of excitement and gently began to lick his lower lip with her tongue. 

"And what would you do when I came home to you?" She asked continuing to slide her tongue around both of his ever so parted lips. 

He put both is lips over her tongue and began to suck. Releasing her tongue, he looked into her eyes. "I'd fuck the hell out of you." He said. 

She felt her area moisten and slid her arms around his waist. "You really wouldn't be angry?" she questioned him. 

They stood there intertwined and close enough that when he moved, his erect cock in his pants would grind into her inviting material covered vagina. "Not at all." 

He began to slide her very long skirt up until her panties underneath were revealed. He forced them off her hips and she helped him glide them down her legs. "No panties tonight." He said with a devilish grin wadding the undergarments up and flinging them away. 

Her breathing started increasing greatly and she felt the excitement run through her body. He really wanted her to go watch a bunch of strippers, with no panties on? She looked up at him, showing her confusion. "Why are you acting like this?" she asked as she brought her hands up, centering them on his chest. 

"We can talk about everything when you get home." He said walking away from her and beginning to undress from the suit he wore. 

"That could be dangerous." She said turning and following him all around the room. 

He stopped moving around and came close to her once again. Kissing her on her cheek he asked her, "Why do you say that, Raine?" 

She was flabbergasted. "What do you mean why? What if something happens? What if they do something? Hell, what if I do something, Kyle?" 

He moved his fingers to her lips to shush her. "Do you want to do something?" He said. 

Lorraine was not a very extroverted woman, but she was not an introvert my any means. She just always towed the middle line. It was comfortable for her. Kyle knew this, but she thought he seemed to be giving her hints that she feared she may be miss reading. 

"We'll talk about it more when you get home." He said. 

His attempts did not calm her at all. "Stop doing that!" She said. Grabbing both his wrists and holding them at their sides. "Seriously, what are you saying to me?" 

He grabbed her hand from his wrists and held them together in front of him. "I'm saying go, go and have fun. Stop worrying, just enjoy yourself." He smiled and kissed her lips. 

Later, in the limo the girls had appropriated, Lorraine asked Mel for a glass of champagne while they journeyed to collect the rest of the ladies for the night's festivities. Mel handed her a glass and smiled at her brightly. "I'm so excited." Mel said sipping her glass. 

Raine nodded with a smile. She felt herself also being very excited, although she felt very nervous at the same time. She couldn't get her conversation with Kyle out of her head. He was acting so weird. She sat there, seriously considering talking to Mel about it, especially before they picked up the others. 

"Mel," she started. "Kyle said the weirdest things to me before I left tonight." She could see a smile start to form on Mel's face. 

"I know." She said. 

What? How could she know what Kyle had told her about at their house? "What do you mean, you know?" 

"Cliff told me he was going to tell you, before you left." Mel said, smiling while she guzzled the last bit of champagne in her glass. 

"What the fuck?" Lorraine yelled, showing Mel her frustration and well as her confusion. 

Mel began to pour another glass while she continued to smile at Raine. "Relax, girl. It's ok. The boys had a talk today, after Kyle seemed to get upset about the strippers. Nice save there, by the way." She giggled. "Luckily Cliff could cover his tracks pretty good, after he blurted out there would be strippers tonight." 

"OK, bitch." Lorraine said in a joking manner. "You need to come clean and tell me what the fuck is going on." 

Mel sat back on the long limo bench and crossed her legs while she brought the glass of champagne to her mouth. Taking and drink, she smiled at Lorraine. "Ok, ok, I'll tell you." She put the glass between her legs and sat up a little bit, closer to Raine. 

"Cliff likes me to fuck other guys." Lorraine's mouth dropped wide open as she could not believe what she just said. 

"Fuck? Like have sex? With other men?" Lorraine begun to stack the questions, Mel just nodded. "Intercourse? We're talking about dick into pussy, right?" She stammered through the questions to make perfectly sure they were talking about the same thing. 

"Yes, Raine... Well, not always. Sometime it's into ass; just depends" she said with a laugh. 

Lorraine could not believe what her best friend of more than twenty years was telling her, but there was a part of her that couldn't help but laugh back. "Melanie Lewis; you're such a whore!" she said in a playful manner, but semi-serious. Lorraine did think she was being a whore, but not in a judgmental way, more of an observation. 

"Do the other girls know?" She asked her friend. Mel shook her head. 

"No one does." She said drinking her champagne. "At least until Cliff blabbed to Kyle today." She said with a laugh. 

Raine was in utter shock. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She never expected anything like this for Mel, or anyone she knew for that matter. "When you said Cliff likes you to fuck other men, what did you mean by that?" Raine asked moving to face Mel, as very serious look of interest on her face. 

Mel gave a little titter. "I was shocked too, when I first found out; but my marriage was changed forever when he confided in me. He has always had this fantasy, where I would do things with other men. Fuck, suck or just random dirty things." She moved forward in her seat. "It started out as just fantasy, like we would just role play I was fucking someone behind his back... only when we were having sex mind you." She said as her eyes seemed to drift into dirty remembrance. 

"Then one day, he came to me and asked... well, begged if I would pick someone out and actually, do it for him." Mel's smile increased as she was talking. 

"Just like that?" Raine questioned. 

"No, not just like that." Mel turned her attention back to her friend sitting on the opposite side of the limo. "I kept telling him no. I kept putting it off, making excuses and trying to let the fantasy die." She reached behind her and grabbed the alcohol bottle. "After several months of groveling I finally gave in." she said releasing laughter. "I fucked Mark from work and came home and told Cliff every dirty detail. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." She said shaking her head. 

Lorraine was beside herself. Then she felt a rush roll over her entire body. Was Kyle expecting her to do the same? He never showed any indication to be in to anything like this. Did he really think she would just go and fuck a stripper? She felt the fear change to anger as she contemplated Kyle's audacity in thinking she would just jump into this crazy lifestyle. How rude of him. 

The limousine slowed to a stop and Lorraine looked out the tinted windows. Her other three friends that would be joining them tonight walked up and opened the car door. 

Julie was the first to slide in, with a bit of excited struggle Raine noticed. Julie, or Jules as the girls called her was beautiful; Lorraine thought. She was the tallest out of the group, almost 5'9"; with very long, tan, toned legs. Her hair was shorter and curly, dark brown and always seemed to look professionally done even when she just rolled out of bed. Raine has always been jealous of Julie's hair. 

Next to shove her way in was Kelly. Kelly was a bitch, and everyone knew she didn't give a fuck. Raine had known her since secondary school and they just always seemed to find their way into each other's lives. She was about 5'5", slightly overweight and the only one of the group to never marry. 

Lastly, Monica entered. She was the diva. Her husband swooned over her every footstep, which just made her more of a wannabe Kardashian princess. She was Italian through and through; big hair, big tits and a big ass. Her hair was dark, her body proportionate and her attitude raw. After Monica, the girls exchanged eager chit chat and the group was off to enjoy Mel's 40th. 

Chapter Three 

When Lorraine stumbled into the house Kyle was waiting for her on the living room sofa. As her heard the door shut behind her, he jumped up and greeted her. "Hey baby!" he said as he ran to her and very aggressively kissed her lips. 

She stumbled backwards from the force he delivered with his excitement. She steadied herself and smiled as she started to remove her coat and kick off her high heels. Walking past him she began to speak. "Have you been waiting her for me?" she said, trying to hide her grin. 

He quickly followed right behind her, "Yes, yes I have." He eagerly answered. 

She slowly turned and looked at him, continuing her walk away from him. She flashed him a grin and turned till she reached her destination. Flopping herself on the sofa, she placed both her feet on the coffee table. Ky was not far behind her and immediately positioned himself beside her. 

"So..." he began. "How was your night?" He asked her, his eyes ever widening. 

She gave out an exhaustive sigh. Putting her feet into Kyle's lap she tilted her head back. "Rub my feet. They hurt so badly from all the walking and standing." 




Lorraine Can be Naughty Too



Kyle grabbed the first foot that landed on him without hesitation. He began to rub from the bottom up, slowly digging his thumbs in as he went. 

"What were we going to talk about tonight, that you couldn't tell me before I left?" She asked him beginning to give subtle pleasure filled groans while he rubbed her foot. 

"First tell me what you guys did tonight. How it was, you know the whole nine. Then we can get into what I wanted later." He said smiling, continuing to give her his best moves. 

She could tell he was eager to hear all about her evening, but wondered slightly if he was only this enthusiastic because he knew there were male strippers involved. "I really can't go into a lot of details." She said switching her feet for Ky. 

He looked at her bewildered. "What does that mean?" 

Her tone showed her frustration as she answered her husband. "Well let's see Kyle; my girlfriends and I went to see male strippers, at a private party mind you, and four of the five of us are married women." 

Kyle gave a sort of snicker, "well I'm sure Mel had fun." 

Raine opened her eyes and lifted her head from the back of the couch. "What's that supposed to mean?" she deliberately forced her voice to sound sincere knowing very well what he meant. 

"Just... Just that Mel is... you know." He stumbled through his words. Not sure if Lorraine was up to speed on Cliff's situation. 

She pulled her feet back off his lap and tucked them behind her. Staring at Kyle she leaned in. "Mel is what?" she asked, giving the sternest look she could muster. 

Kyle showed the fear he was feeling as he began to think there was a possibility Raine had no clue what he was talking about. "You don't know?" He asked with honest intent. 

She let out an aggravated breathe and leaned back again. "See Kyle, this is why we made a pact not to tell what went on tonight. So our husbands wouldn't talk and make problems for all those involved." 

Kyle looked down, showing his disappointment. Without looking back up, he asked "so you're not even going to tell me what you did? 

She sat forward once again and raised Ky's chin with two of her fingers. "What exactly is it you think I did?" She said trying her best to show her anger. "Or better question, what exactly did you want me to do?" 

Kyle's gaze caught Lorraine's as she spoke. He now began to feel like maybe he had everything all wrong. Why would his wife just suddenly turn slut because she went to see some male strippers. He's never once, in anytime during their marriage indicated to her that he would enjoy it if she did. He wasn't telepathically sending her 'go get em' signals; what was he thinking? 

"I'm sorry, babe." He said to her grabbing her hand in his. "I don't know what I was thinking, or even considering." He reached in and kissed her gently on the lips. 

She kissed him back, but reached out and sharply, quickly and with more force than she meant smacked him right across the face. His eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped. She was actually surprised she hit him as hard as she did, she did not mean to. 

He began to rub the side of his face. "What the fuck?" He yelled as his face reflected his anger. 

She felt bad that she smacked him, but was not going to let it show. She grabbed his cheeks in her hand and squeezed, which made Kyle begin to flinch. "Now tell me what you were expecting me to do tonight?" She released his face and he quickly went back to stroking his cheek in an attempt to relieve some of the pain. 

He started to feel great fear all though his body. His wife had never hit him before or even showed any form of violence. She doesn't even raise her voice when they argue. He must have really pissed her off and now tried to think very quickly how he could avoid telling her the truth and what reason he could possibly use. "I... I just... wanted you to have fun, babe. That's all. I don't understand why you're so mad." He timidly lied to her. 

"You're fucking lying to me, Kyle." She leaned in closer to him. "Tell me, honestly and truthfully right now." She had an icy tone and look about her. She was actually quite proud of her acting; she was beginning to convince even herself she was mad at him. Mel was right, she thought to herself. This is fun. 

Kyle's mind began to race as he quickly started to realize his attempts were futile. He thought for a minute, while he tried to muster up the courage to just tell her, but that terrified him. If she got this mad at what little he'd said and done; what would she do when he told her. 

"I'm waiting Kyle." Raine said. "Don't be a bitch; be a man and just fucking tell me!" 

"I thought maybe you'd get laid tonight" he spurted out, his stomach dropping as he began to realize what he just told his wife. 

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "What?" she exclaimed beginning to look horrified as she knew her big scene was closing in. 

His voice began to soften as he almost inaudibly continued. "Yea, I just figure you'd get really hot and turned on and it would loosen you up. Have fun, do something naughty." Kyle's hands were shaking, and Raine noticed. 

She waved her finger in his face, "You thought I would what? I would see some hunky, hung, muscle-bound stud and just drench my panties?" She moved closer so her nose was almost touching Kyle's. "And what? I would just get on my knees and suck the biggest cock I could find?" 

Kyle could smell huge amounts of alcohol on her breath as she spat while she talked; flinging her saliva all over him. 

"One problem with that you fucking pervert!" Raine said firmly as she began to back off him. He looked at her confused. What did she mean 'one' he thought to himself. "You told me not to wear panties." She said with a devilish grin, slowly raising her skirt as she slid backward on the couch. 

Kyle's eyes immediately watch in anticipatory eagerness. As her skirt reached the highest part of her thigh before the show, she stopped. Kyle quickly looked up at her. She was smiling now. His mind was racing. 

She began to spread her legs apart while pushing her skirt down between them, so as to obstruct his view. "Tell me bitch boy, what EXACTLY you were hoping I would do tonight?" She started rubbing herself through her skirt as it folded between her now wide spread legs. 

Kyle began to feel his mouth water and his cock swell. His mind raced through all the scenarios he dreamed up since Cliff turned him onto the idea. Was she in? Was this her game? He wondered several things at the second. Could his wife really have fucked some stripper tonight? Was she really going to do what Mel did for Cliff? "Tell me about your night, Raine. Please." Kyle slid a hand to either side of her body and began to gently touch her out thighs as she continued to rub herself through her skirt. 

She watched her face as the scenario unfolded, exactly the way Mel had said it would. She found herself enjoying it more than she thought. It seemed to excite her. Mel bragged about how much fun she had. About how free she felt, now that her husband encouraged her slutty sexual prowess. She began to think, that she too could have that with Kyle as she looked into his eyes and felt his excited touches on her body. But, she had to be sure. 

"OK, fine. I'll tell you about my night." She said pulling her skirt from between her legs exposing her cleanly shaven pussy. Kyle stared at her spot as the dress wrapped higher around her waist. "It was a private party, you know?" She looked at Kyle as she talked, her voice soft and seductive. 

He shook his head up and down enthusiastically. Seeing his excitement she started to slide one hand down and touch herself. With this, she began to notice the bulge that formed though Kyle's sweat pants. Taking his cue, she slid the other hand and began to spread her pussy lips, leaning backward to give him a better view of her. 

"An entire hotel floor was rented for the party. Five women and chance would have it, five male strippers were rented as well." She continued to tug on her vaginal lips, watching Kyle as she spoke. She began to smile as she watched Kyle gaze at what she was doing, while he began to rub the outside of his sweat pants. 

She changed her movement, only using one hand to spread herself and the other began to insert inside of her. "I got a frat boy looking twenty-something." She said, pushing one finger in and out moistening her hole while she watched Ky; who's face had not moved from watching what she was doing. He had already pulled his cock out of his pants and began to stroke himself. 

She could see how fast he started stroking when she mentioned 'her' stripper. Maybe this was what he was wanting. Maybe he really wanted her go and get some 'strange'. She increased her speed, keeping her eyes on Ky. 

"Did they give you private dances?" He asked, extending one hand to rub the inside of her leg; never going higher than her thigh. 

"Not at first." She said as she began to give subtle excited groans of pleasure. They all stood in the middle of a room and danced for the group of us; stripping down to G-strings." She said. "Overtly shoving garment covered cocks in all of our faces." 

"Then, everything came off." She said, inserting two and sometimes three fingers in as she played. "It turned into a free-feral, naked hunky, muscular men and their sizable cocks all over." Raine noticed his stroking increase again. She thought to herself, what she should tell him next. Mel gave her some tips but wasn't totally thorough. 

"Did you guys touch their dicks?" He asked. This sparked an idea and she began to play off Ky's questioning. 

"Oh yes." She said licking her lips and fondling her crevice. "We stroked all of them, in turn." She began to give a slight giggle. "I won't say who, but some sucked them a bit as they danced around, making their way through the group." 

She saw with this bit of information he seemed to stroke more. She could see his excitement about hearing what she did. She was almost certain he really wanted this, but still wanted to make completely sure. Mel said her and Cliff made it fantasy for quite some time, while she told him no. She and Kyle had done no such thing; and this was sort of spontaneous. 

"Did you suck one of them?" He asked, continuing to play with his cock but focusing on her face now. 

This could be it, she thought to herself. This would be the best indication so far as to how far he wanted this to really go. Her eyes met him, "Yes". She noticed this didn't seem to faze him much, it just excited him more. "Three of the five got to put their cocks in my mouth." 

"Did you fuck?" 

"Slow down there, I'm not to the part where we got personal dances, in our own suites; alone with guys." She checked his masturbation, just to make sure he was still enjoying hearing how naughty she was tonight. 

"I'm close, I'm going to cum soon!" She was very surprised how quick he got to this. She's only told him she sucked three guys. "Just tell me, did you fuck any of them?" She could tell he was trying to control the eruption that was forming, slowing his jerking as much as he could, but he didn't seem to be able to. 

"Yes." She said in a softened tone, watching for his reaction. As it turns out, his reaction was to burst a huge load of white goo all over himself and some on her. She laughed inside. That was easy she thought, and here she'd been worried about this moment. 

When his eruption had settled, she began to play with his flaccid penis with her feet. Her skirt was now pulled back down, and she seemed to just watch to see if his demeanor would change. She grabbed his, no loose, skin around his balls with her toes. He wasn't showing any ill signs toward her just staring at her with a very fulfilled, big smile on his face. 

"Well..." She said sitting closer to him, still grabbing his testicles with her toes. "How are you?" 

He reached up and began to slide her hair from her face. "I'm good, sexy." He said with that eye to eye smile plastered on his face. "That was a very good story, babe." He said, leaning forward and kissing her forehead. 

She looked at him confused. "Why did you say it like that?" 

He sat back and gave a chuckle. "I know none of that happened, really." He said, moving her feet into his lap and beginning to massage them. She was dumbfounded. He didn't believe her, and that bothered her. 

"You think I lied?" She said, giving him a hurt expression. 

"No, not lied." He was rubbing both of her feet at the same time, a hand on each. "Just added some details, that's all. I thank you, that was really hot." 

She grimaced a bit. "What do you think I embellished?" 

"Well... I believe there were five strippers, one for each of you. I believe it was a private party and I believe you had your own suite for a private dance." He began to talk to her with a very confident look about him. "I don't, however, believe you sucked anybody's dick; and for sure do not believe you fucked tonight." He said smiling at her in a non-threatening way. 

She was so certain her game worked. She was going to tell him that she didn't do anything, but not until tomorrow so she could gauge how he would act; thinking she had done those things. "What gave me away?" 

He chuckled at her again. "You're so damn cute, baby." He said. This made her feel a little patronized. "You can't be naughty." He leaned into her, moving her feet to the side. Giving her a deep tongue filled kiss, he smiled at her. "I love you, babe. You're hot, you're sexy, you're beautiful; but you're just not naughty." 

This was starting to anger her, ever so slightly. I'm not naughty, she thought to herself. She did touch the frat boy's cock, with her hands, and jerked him to orgasm; during her private dance. That's naughty, she thought. She was planning on telling Ky that, but now she was too mad to share; so that would remain her secret. 

"That was some fun roleplaying though, babe." Kyle said as he kissed her head and got up. Pulling his pant back over his dick he smiled down at her. 

"Do you really want me to do these things in real life? Like would you have liked it if I had fucked my stripper tonight?" She asked Kyle, standing up beside him. He turned to face her and put his arms around her. 

"Baby, don't worry about it. We can keep it fantasy. I'm happy with our vanilla sex life. We don't have to be crazy and wild like Cliff and Mel. We can just pretend, I'm ok with that." He said kissing her gently on the lips and walking away. She steamed there for a second before she followed, to bed. 

Chapter Four 

On Monday morning, Raine woke up and made Kyle his breakfast before he left for work. She kissed him good-bye and quickly through just any old clothes on. Jumping into her car, she speed dialed Mel, putting it on speaker. 

"Hello." Mel said, somewhat groggy as it was seven AM. 

"Mel, I need you to help me!" Raine said, already racing to her house. 

"OK... with what? And why do you sound so uppity this fucking early in the morning, girl?" Mel was doing her best to give some sign of her irritation. 

"I'm on my way over... and I'll tell you when I get there. Get your ass out of bed and open the door; I'll be there in less than five." Raine said in one breathe as she hang up the phone and continued to race to Mel's house. 

It was actually less than five when Lorraine began banging on Mel's front door. The very annoyed, half asleep, wild and crazy looking woman answered her door. "What do you want, bitch!" she said as glared at Raine. She just pushed through and let herself in, Mel closing the door behind her and heavy eyed, walked over to the couch Raine was already sitting it. 

"It didn't go as planned with Ky on Friday." She said, showing obvious distress. 

Mel giggled, "Why, did he get pissed at what you didn't do." 

Raine just glared at her friend. "No." She said crossing one leg and placing her hands on her knee as her foot began to bob like she was listening to dance music. 

"Ok, bitch, calm down." Mel said putting her hand to Rain's knee in an attempt to stop her very harsh movement. "Tell me what happened." 

Lorraine filled Mel in on everything that had happened when she came home to Kyle after the stripper party. Mel laughed. Raine did not. 

"Did you tell him you fucked one of those studs?" Mel questioned her friend. 

Raine shook her head in the affirmative. "He didn't believe me though. He said I 'couldn't be naughty'" She said using air quotes to mock Ky's harsh words. 

Mel laughed, yet again. "I told you, you should have done more than jerk that guy off." She said, sitting back on the couch and wiping the sleep from her eyes. "He was really hot!" She said giving Raine a huge smile. 

Raine gave a slight grin back. "Yea and his cock looked like something out of a porno." She said as the grin turned into a full smile. "But, Ky said I was too vanilla to be naughty, and that's why he didn't believe me. He didn't even believe I would put it in my mouth!" She was starting to show Mel her hurt when her eyes sort of welled up. 

Mel reached over and gave her a hug. Holding her, she looked into her eyes. "Well... baby, you are kind of vanilla." She said with a smirk. 

Raine pushed her back, "If one more person calls me vanilla, I'm going to scream!" She said, showing her friend her frustration. 

"Calm down, girl!" Mel said getting up and walking into the kitchen. "You want a cup of coffee, or something?" She asked as she disappeared from view. 

Raine quickly got up and followed her pal. "Sure." She said climbing up on a bar stool that was positioned at her very tall counter. She plopped her head down with her arms outstretched. 

Mel began to make the coffee and joined her friend at the counter. "So, what do you need my help with?" She said grabbing Raine by her hair to pull her head off the counter. 

"I need you to teach me how to be naughty." 

Mel's face showed a cross between surprise and disbelief. "What?" She let out a big laugh. 

"I want you to teach me to be a slut." She rephrased, so not to keep with the vanilla she evidently had already long established. 

"And what makes you think I can do that?" Mel asked, as little put off by the insinuation. 

"Because you're the smuttiest bitch I know!" Raine said with a huge smile. 

Mel sat there and stared at her friend for a few seconds. "Yea, I am pretty slutty, huh?" She said joining Rain's facial expression. 

The two women sat there, at that counter for the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon; going over their plan on how to take a vanilla housewife and turn into a cock hungry slut, just like her best friend. 

When Kyle got home later that night, it was already dark and so was his house. Seeing there were no lights on downstairs, he automatically assumed his wife was upstairs, so he ventured that direction. 

Checking each of the usual spots, he realized she wasn't home. He quickly took out his cell and clicked her picture on his speed dial. The call went straight to voice mail. That was odd he thought. It didn't even give the 'missed call' number of rings, as if it were powered off. 

Jogging back downstairs, he checked the more unlikely places around the house in search of his wife, to no avail. He strolled into the living room and sat on the sofa; still in the dark. He couldn't figure out where she would go without at least letting him know she was leaving. Then, he got a thought and decided it was worth a shot. Pulling his cell back out, he click Cliff's picture on speed dial. 

"Cliff, did Mel mention anything about going somewhere with Raine tonight?" He asked when his buddy answered. 

"Yea, she left me a note; it says they're going to some show downtown." Cliff said giving all of his information. 

They said their good-byes and Kyle hung up the phone. Odd, usually she would let him know when she went out. Oh well, he thought; and decided to find something to occupy his time until her return. 




Lorraine Can be Naughty Too



Around two in the morning Kyle awoke when he heard a key in his door. He quickly sat up on the sofa he must have passed out on. Rubbing his eyes, and trying his best to appear as if he was waiting, worried sick; Raine walked into the still dark living room. 

She noticed him sitting on the sofa, but walked right passed and headed up the stairs. He did a double take at his wife. Barley being able to see what she was wearing; he did notice her skirt was very, very short. He hopped off the sofa and began to follow her ascent of the staircase. 

He could see her bare skin through her sheer black shirt as he followed. This observation caused him to miss a few steps and fall behind; upon looking up to regain his footing he had shady, dark shot at her bare pussy underneath her skirt. 

Now, starting to get very turned on and confused at the same time; he reached the top of the stairs and stood on the landing as she continued into the bedroom. He could see the light flick on and the door shut behind her. 

He walked to the door and turned the knob, but it was locked. Odd, he thought. Gently wrapping on the door he spoke her name, waiting for an invitation into their bedroom. There was no reply. 

He knocked harder, "Raine, babe, let me in." He said quietly. 

Still no reply. 

Even louder, he knocked. "Raine!" He said almost at a shout. 

He then heard the click of the lock and turned the knob himself. Opening the door he saw his wife standing in front of their bed, stark naked. 

He examined her body as he felt his manhood begin to grow in his shorts. She was standing before him, buck naked and then he noticed her vaginal area. It was bald; completely shaved. That was new, he thought, raising the staff in his shorts. 

"Do I look vanilla now?" She asked; rotating around to display her naked body. 

He smiled at her, shaking his head. 

She stopped her rotation after once around and began to walk closer to him. "Take off your clothes." She firmly told him. Immediately, without reluctance, he followed her instructions. 

As she got closer, she forcefully pushed herself on him, kissing him with tongue filled passion. "Now, get on the bed." She said, keeping her firmness about her. 

He ran over and jumped on their King size bed, sprawling himself out in an inviting manor. He was ready to accept her, but she stopped at the foot of the bed; running her hands up her own body she cupped her breasts and pushed them as high as they would go. She glared into his eyes, softly biting her lower lip. 

"Do you want to taste me?" She asked. 

He shook his head up and down ecstatically. She slowly turned her back to him and ran her hands in the opposite direction, bending as she reached her shins. Her ass was pleasantly displayed for him. She took one hand and turning her way to her bottom grabbed one cheek. Firmly gripping, she pulled on it, exposing her asshole. 

"Do you want to lick my ass?" She asked him. 

Peeking around her shoulder she saw him again shake his head up and down. 

She stood and turned to him, she could see his cock was rock hard and eager to fuck her. 

She climbed up on the bed as he began to sit up to meet her; but she pushed him back and continued to climb until her knees were at his ears. Lying in between her legs, he stared at her swollen pussy lips that were glistening with wetness. 

She peered down at him as she inserted both hands on either lip, pulling them outward; exposing her widened hole. 

"Can you smell my pussy?" She asked him. 

"Yes." Was all he could reply before she shoved it in her face and began to grind herself on him. He reached around and grabbed her ass as she crushingly rode from front to back on his face. 

She began to moan very loudly. "Shove your tongue inside my cunt!" She commanded. Kyle forcefully shoved his tongue, showing great excitement at his wife's new unvanilla side. 

Her breathing began to increase as her moans were now closer together. She grabbed his ears and used them to force her body's slide she was working over his face. "I want you to suck up all my juice." She said with a vigorous thrust of her hips. "Oh...Oh... That's good... That's real good..." She managed to get out as her breathing turned to a pant. 

Her body was sliding, with the help of her juices, more quickly and heartily now. "Shove that fucking tongue as deep as you can!" She ordered, riding his tongue and using his nose to stimulate her clit. Kye's face started getting raw, but he powered through. 

Lorraine began to squeeze her legs together on Ky's head as she released his ears. Grabbing her tits with both hands, her grind turned more of a buck as she whaled out in pleasure. "OH FUCK YES!" she screamed. "I'm cumming Kyle; I'm cumming all over your fucking face!" 

And with that... she slowed her pace, turning her forceful grinding and bucking to a slow slide, spreading her love juice from the bottom of Kyle's chin, to the bridge of his nose. "Fuck." She said, coming to a complete stop just below his head. Looking down at him between her legs she smiled at him. He smiled back, glistening in the dull lighting, her cream surrounding his mouth. 

"Now do you believe I fucked the frat boy stripper?" She asked. 

Kyle gave a bewildered look. "Wh... what?" He barely got out. 

She climbed off of him and lay next to him, propped up on one arm facing him. He turned his head to where she now was. "Do you believe me when I tell you now; that I fucked my frat boy stripper from the other night?" She said with an enormous, fulfilled smile on her face. 

He immediately sat up, after the second time she said it. "You mean that's where you were tonight?" She shook her head in the affirmative. 

"Isn't this what you were trying to get me to do when I went out for Mel's birthday?" Her grin never left her face as she questioned him. He shook his head yes. "And when I came home and told you I did, you didn't believe me; did you?" 

He shook his head no. Climbing around her in the bed, he squatted in front of her now. She straightened and leaned forward to face him; there faces inches apart. 

"You have a lot of questions, don't you?" She asked with a seductive smirk. He perniciously shook his head yes. "OK, I will answer anything you want as I can see your hard on hasn't gone away since you saw me standing naked." She reached down and began to stroke him, with her hand cupped over top of his cock. 

"Where?" Was his first question, in what she could tell would be many. She leaned forward slightly touching lips with him. Leaving a smacking sound, she released their embrace. 

"At a hotel" she said, her grin forming again. 

"Did he get the room, or did you?" He continued. 

"Mel did actually" she said with a laugh. Kyle snapped his head back a little. 

"Why?" 

"Because, I told her you didn't believe I could be naughty." Raine said, giving Kyle a quick kiss again. 

"Wow... so you really did it, then." Kyle said with a look of disbelief on his face. 

Raine put her hand on his cheek. "I thought that's what you wanted, dear?" She said, caressing his face. 

He looked up at her. "It was." He said, gently placing his hand over hers on his cheek. 

"You're not mad at me are you, babe?" She asked, moving from his cheek and going back to his cock; which she noticed was now flaccid. 

He shook his head no. She used her free hand to guide his face back to her, nudging his chin. "Are you done asking me questions?" She wondered. 

He shook his head no. "Did you cuck his dick?" He abruptly spat our as his gaze caught hers. She nodded, continuing to cup his cock and feeling it slowly start to grow again. 

"Does that excite you, I take it?" She said as she slid her hand from the head of his penis to the shaft for better jerking. 

He nodded and smiled. "Yea, I think it's hot." He said as he leaned in and tongue kissed his wife. "How big was he?" 

She moved her hand from Kyle's cock just long enough to show frat boy's size with her fingers. She judged at least 8-8 ½", as she couldn't deep throat him very far before he hit the back of her throat. Kyle's brow raised, and she thought he looked impressed. "So bigger than me, obviously" his remark was more a statement than a question, but she felt he was hinting for details. 

"Yes. Not much, maybe what like an inch or two" she said with a smile. 

"Tell me how what positioned you did." He said, raising to his knees so his wife could get a better handle on his fully hard cock. 

She kept stroking and looked as if she was thinking very hard. "Um... first, it started off rather sudden." She focused all her attention back on Ky and his cock that was in her hand. "We were just talking, and not really about anything... when I found myself sucking on his cock." Kyle let out a moan as she squeezed the base of his cock when she went down. "Before long, he was behind me and I was up against the wall." She said, jerking his stiff member and biting her bottom lip. 

"I have to be honest; I came rather quickly. I had never had such a long, fat cock inside me. It was pretty remarkable." She talked as if the sex was case study for her; in a way it was. She wasn't so sure she could make a lifestyle out of this like Mel did, but she sure was going to have fun trying to find out. 

Kyle arched his back a little more as Raine's hand glided down his member. "Do you like this, baby?" She asked him, still squeezing when she reached the base. He shook his head yes. "Should I continue?" 

"Yes, baby, please." He said waiting to hear more. 

"He quit fucking me from behind, and quickly turned me around and forced me back to my knees so I could suck my cum off his fat cock." She gave a bit of a snicker when she spoke. "He made me feel like just a naughty slut; but I loved that feeling!" 

"After a few minutes on my knees, he repositioned me again. This time, he picked me up; tucking each of his arms under my thighs and grabbing my ass with both hands. I was amazed at how much control this gave him and he was able to guide me over and plop me down on his cock will little struggle." She chuckled. "He was really fucking strong though, and defined; incredibly defined." 

Kyle was bucking his hips, attempting to increase her speed she had on his dick. It wasn't working much though, as he noticed she seemed to be more involved in the memory of frat boy than her current task. 

"He bounced me effortlesley on his cock. It felt so good. My feet were level with me eyes and my ass was spread in his hands. Fuck, that was some good dicking right there." She said remembering fondly. Kyle noticed that as this part went on she was not only slowing her speed, but seemed to be losing her grip on him. He grabbed and rewrapped her hand a few times, but after a few minutes she'd loosen again. 

He decided to gently slide her hand away, and grab his meat himself, so he could better control his jerking. She didn't object and just slid her hand away, keeping her thoughts on the twenty-something cock she just felt hours before. 

"I swear he bounced me for at least an hour, nonstop." She said laughing and showing her amazement at his stamina and sheer strength. Kyle was working on himself now, and rather hard that caused Lorraine to notice and pause what she was thinking so she could admire him. She did love Ky's cock. It was beautiful and she loved to lick it up and down. His head that came to a sort of point was her favorite part though. She would just suck on the head, and make a popping sound when she pulled off. 

"What were you doing while he bounced you?" Kyle asked, causing Rayne to jolt out of the distraction of his cock pounding and give a puzzled look. "I mean, like where were your hands and you face?" He clarified for her. 

"Oh, well... a lot of the time my arms were wrapped around his neck just enjoying the ride; but there were breaks for making out as it were." She said grinning back at Kyle. "I mean, I told you we spent a long time doing it that way, so other than that... there was a time when I spent several minutes worshiping his chiseled pecks!" She said with a gasp. "Hmm... those were nice to play with and lick." 

Kyle found this part more exciting and increased his strokes. "He must have been getting tired, because he walked over, still bouncing me up and down and threw me on the bed." She said staring into space to try to visualize what had happened. "He climbed on me and threw both my legs over his shoulders and entered me." 

Kyle noticed she had begun to play with herself as she stared just to the left of him, an obvious blank expression on her face. "Hmm... he did pick me up a few times from there and bounce me while he sat on the bed..." she licked her lips as she thought, now with her eyes closed. Snappishly she opened her eyes and caught Kyle's gaze. "I think I have a new favorite sex position!" She exclaimed. 

Kyle noticed Raine had four fingers in her snatch now. He found that odd at first, only because he'd never seen her use that many; but soon dismissed it to the big meat she just entertained. That excited him even more. 

"He flipped me over and squeezed my ass as he fucked me doggy." Her playing began to make a moist, wet, splashing sound and he could tell she must have cum somewhere in there. "He would smack my ass, as he penetrated me." She closed her eyes again, and Kyle could tell she was going to cum. "He said he was close, but I grabbed him from behind me and held him in me." She said letting out louder and louder moans as she spoke. "I wanted to feel his seed." She said. 

Kyle couldn't believe this part. His wife let a man she'd only known for a few days not only fuck her, but cum inside her pussy? "Did you wear a condom?" Kyle asked, not stopping his jerking. 

She stated to cum as she exclaimed that she did not. Kyle then remembered how sloppy, wet she was when she rode his face. "Did you clean yourself before you came home and sat on my face?" He asked, only half pissed, but a little more turned on. 

She shook her head no. "I wanted you to taste our juices mixed together. I honestly didn't think you would believe me that I fucked him, but Mel said that will do the trick." She laughed. "Are you close to cumming Kyle?" She asked with a pouty look. 

He shook his head yes. She quickly moved, and sprawled herself out on her tummy, opening her mouth in front of him, awaiting to catch any goo he shot her way. 

"Cum for me baby." She said licking her lips. "I'll have more stories to come, I'm going to fuck Ryan more. That's his name by the way." She said with a grin filled chuckle. "Now shoot that load into my face!" She began ordering again, which Kyle quite enjoyed so it did not take him many more strokes to unload all over his wife's face. 

She had never seen Kyle cum so much. Most of it hit her face, she managed to get some in her mouth; but the impressive part was what shot over her head and hit the head board behind her. Leaning on her elbows, her head cocked toward him; she began to clap and applaud. "Good job, hubby." She said with a smile. "Does it make you horny knowing how much of a whore I can be?" She asked as she moved in and began to lick any residual cum that had dipped on his cock and balls. 

She gently tucked her head under him, sliding her tongue as far back into his balls as could get. Then, she led her tongue all the way up his shaft; going around his pointed head and stopping only to suck his head for any missed cum. When she released, there was a noticeable pop sound; as she licked her lips and the inside of Kyle's thumb, which housed a little goo. 

She looked up at him, "Is this what you wanted to talk to me about on Friday?" She asked with a naughty grin. He still played with his cock, even though it had gone limp. Damn, he thought. Lorraine can be naughty too. 

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