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12/01/2015
As planned, I called Billie, my horny little wife, Wednesday evening. I had let her know I would be unable to make it home the next weekend as I had duty. She had then asked me if she could go out on a date Saturday evening.
When I asked her, she told me a professor from the English Literature department had asked her out. Curious, my next question was, “How did this come about?”
Billie told me, “He’s a friend of our instructor and has visited our drawing classes a number of times and he’s been in there when I’ve modeled. He’s, also, in the library quite often. Donna told me he’d asked about me… so I reckon he decided to ask me out.”
Laughing, I asked her, “Is he hot?”
Billie burst out laughing, when she able to, she said, “Honey, he appears to be in his forties and let’s say he’s rather portly and balding. He tries so hard to put on the air of an old country British gentleman that it’s sad.”
“Ahhh, a pity date… Are you going to go out with him?”
With a soft sigh, Billie responded, “Yeah, I think so…” She added, “He’s a nice guy.”
“Are you going to… ahh… go to bed with him?”
My ear rang from Billie’s squawk, “NO!” She then spluttered, “I can’t even imagine that!”
Trying to stifle my laughter, I said, “I bet you end up fucking him.”
Billie responded, “That’s a bet I’ll take. There’s no way I’d fuck him!”
“Well, I’ll call you Sunday evening, like always, and you can tell me how your date went. I love you.” She responded with her love for me and we hung up.
The following Sunday when I called Billie answered the phone in a warm but rather subdued voice. After our usual preliminary conversation, I asked, “How was your date Saturday night.”
There was a rather long pause, and then Billie said in a soft, barely audible voice, “You win the bet.”
I blurted out in mild surprise, “You fucked him?”
“Yes.” Billie said, “Honey… he was trying so hard to make it a pleasant evening and I was a bitch… and, well… I felt so bad about it, that I… I spent the night with him.”
With a certain amount of incredibility, I asked, “You spent the night with him?”
“Yes, he brought me home around nine this morning. It… it was awkward. He walked me to the door and we passed several of our neighbors and I was wearing the same thing I went out in. Some of them know I’m married and I… I sleep around, but… with him?
“And… and then, well, I had to kiss him good bye… My only excuse is… well, you know how horny I get just after my period and it just ended Friday…” She sighed deeply.
Trying hard not to laugh, I said, “Tell me about it.”
I could almost hear Billie blushing over the phone, “Can… can I tell you about next weekend? You are coming home next weekend aren’t you?”
“Yes. I’ll be finished with my re-quals next Friday and I have my orders. I got my first choice of duty stations so I’ll only be a couple of hours from home! I’m eligible for thirty days of leave, proceed time and travel time.”
Billie’s shriek of happiness almost burst my eardrums. We decided to save a little money by me not calling on Wednesday evening unless something came up. Listening to her excited chatter was heart warming as we hung-up.
I arrived home Friday in the early evening and entered our apartment. In the past, Billie has met me by literally jumping into my arms. This time she stood nude, with her hands behind her back, which thrust her breasts forward and up.
All her weight was on her left leg, her right leg had a slight bend, the toes of her right foot were rolled under and her heel was lifted. With her almost perfect posture and her hands behind her back she looked so young, so innocent and so lovely.
As she walked toward me, she had a beatific smile, her breasts had a sassy minute bounce, her pubic patch had been trimmed and her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. With her eyes locked on mine, she walked into my arms.
Our kiss was deeply sensual and filled with love. Holding her nude body to me was an unsurpassed pleasure. No matter how many times I’ve held her or made love to her I always have this special pleasurable thrill as I take and hold her in my arms.
She unbuttoned and slid my shirt off. She then worked my belt buckle loose, unfastened and unzipped my pants. As my pants slid down she followed them, kneeling at my feet. Stroking my erection with one hand she worked my shoes off with the other.
Once she had me completely stripped she sucked my cock into her warm mouth. Twirling her tongue, she then bobbed her head, taking half of me down her throat. Coming up and repeating what she had previously done she took me all the way down her throat.
Holding her head gently with my hands and stroking her hair, I said, “You’re getting good at this.”
With a slight, muffled giggle, she slid my cock out of her mouth, looked up at me and simply said, “Practice…” Putting my cock back in her mouth she resumed deep throating me.
Between grunts and moans, I was able to inform Billie, “Sweetheart… I’m, I’m going to cum if you keep this up…”
Pulling back until just the head of my cock was resting in her mouth, she looked up at me and mumbled, “Sal’raight… aye wun ou to…” and took me back down her throat.
Looking down I watched as her sassy breasts fell into cadence with the bobbing of her head. Her butt was slightly pressed back as she had her knees spread wide and her right hand busy in her pussy. It appeared she had two fingers buried up inside.
This was, too, much for me. With a grunt I started ejaculating down her throat. After several blasts, Billie drew her head back and took the last few dwindling spurts directly in her mouth. Looking up at me she rolled her tongue and I watched her swallow my cum.
Slowly standing up, she kissed my stomach, each nipple, my neck and finished by kissing me on the mouth. Taking me by the hand she led me into the bedroom. I motioned for her to lie down.
Billie laid back, spread her legs, bent her knees, planted her feet on the bed and rocked her pelvis up readying herself for me. He pussy was puffy and wet with arousal. I was ready again. I entered her and we made slow, deep, soft love.
Her orgasm started like small waves washing up on a beach, it built to breakers and then into a tsunami in intensity. This triggered my orgasm. We held each other and rode each other. Our breathing and heartbeats meshed as if one organism.
Afterward as we nuzzled and snuggled, we murmured sweet endearments to each other. With our foreheads resting against each other, Billie broke the silence, “Would you like to hear about my date with the professor?”
Lightly laughing, I told Billie, “Yeah… I’d like to hear about it… if it’s not too embarrassing.”
She buried her face in my neck. Her reply was muffled, “It’s a little embarrassing, but not much. It’s… well; let me tell you about it. He had seen me when I had modeled and liked the fact I didn’t cover up during our breaks.
“Since he was in the library quite often and knew Donna, he had asked her if I was married.” Billie sighed, “And Donna had told him, yes, I was married but we had on open marriage and I was free to date and even have sex with other men if I so desired…”
Sighing again, “And… Donna had encouraged him to ask me out. He had even asked Donna if she knew if I’d had sex with any other men… and, Donna told him… she knew for a fact I’d had sex with several other guys… so, he asked me out.
“I told him, when he asked me, I would have to talk to you. So… on Thursday I told him okay. He asked me if I had a preference in restaurants and I told him it didn’t matter as long as they had a vegetarian cuisine. He said he knew just the place.
“The place he chose was upscale but with a relaxed dress code, so I was able to wear one of my sundresses and sandals.” She giggled and said, “I had finished my period Friday evening and was wickedly horny, so… I decided I was going to have some fun…”
Whispering in her ear, I interrupted her and asked, “What type of fun?”
Pushing herself up, Billie smiled a devilish little smile adding, “Well… I decided my dress should be naughty, so I wore my little tan sundress. It’s just sheer enough you think you can see something, but you’re not quite sure.”
With a snicker, she said, “It was also just short enough to be tantalizing. If I became a bit careless there was a good possibility someone could catch a flash of my bare bottom, or possibly, even a glimpse of my pussy. I was planning on being bad.”
Billie pushed me over onto my back, swung her leg over me and sat on my stomach. Her pussy, mashed against my abdomen, was wet from my cum and hot, her nipples were hard and she had a shit-eating grin on her face. I thought, “Hmmmmm.”
Still grinning, she continued, “When Charles, that’s his name by the way, came to the door he had a massive smile. He told me I looked stunning.”
Giggling, she said, “You should’ve seen the look on his face when I twirled around. My dress flared out enough he was able to tell I wasn’t wearing panties. I smiled at him and said, ‘I’m ready… shall we go?’
“He was such a gentleman. He opened doors for me; he pulled the chair out for me at the restaurant, he asked me what I wanted and then ordered it for me. I was surprised to find myself actually enjoying our conversation.
“Then he asked me if I’d like to stop by his condo.” Giggling, she said, “I thought he was going to ask me if I wanted to see his etchings. But then he told me his condo had a wonderful view of the river and salt marshes and thought I might like to see it.
“When we got there he parked the car and as I started to climb the stairs to his condo I noticed he was still at the bottom. I looked over my shoulder at him and his eyes were glued to my butt. I asked him if he was looking at my bottom and he turned red.
“So I spread my feet a little, stuck out my ass and raised the hem of my dress to give him a better look.” Laughing, she told me, “I heard him gasp.”
Smiling up at her I had to ask, “You’d decided to fuck him, hadn’t you?”
Billie bit her lips, smiled and replied, “Yeah… pretty much so… but… I was going to make him work for it a little more.” She stretched out on top of me, wiggling her hips back, pressing her body against mine and nuzzling my ear.
“Once we got inside he took me out on his balcony to see the view, it was beautiful. He slipped an arm around me and I slipped mine around him. He slipped his hand up under my dress and caressed my bottom. I pressed back to let him know I was enjoying it.
“At this point he could have led me to his bed and I would have gone, but… he turned to me and asked, ‘B… Billie, would you like a massage?’ I just looked at him and blinked, I was thinking, ‘What the hell?’ Finally I said, ‘Well… okay…’
“He guided me into his bedroom. Honey, his bedroom was massive! He had a king-sized bed and over in a corner a professional grade massage table.” Laughing, she said, “He got flustered when he told me I’d have to take my dress off…
“I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing at him! I’d flashed my butt and pussy at him, I had adjusted my dress so he could see my boobs, he had just been caressing my naked ass out on the balcony and that’s not to mention seeing me modeling!
“Anyway, I smiled at him and took off my earrings and necklace. I then kicked off my sandals and slipped out of my dress. After folding it I placed it on a table and walked back over to him wearing nothing but my wedding ring and a smile.”
Sliding my hands down her back I cupped both cheeks of her butt. I then asked her, “Did you do your ‘I’m so innocent and naïve’ stance? With one leg straight and the other slightly bent with the foot turned in? And… did you have your hands behind you?”
Billie giggled and whispered, “The one where I stand straight and push my breasts out? Yeah… you know me sooo well.” Momentarily biting her lower lip, she then added, “He had stripped and was just wearing a pair of dark blue silk boxer shorts.
She then almost choked trying to keep from laughing as she told me, “He wasn’t aware of it… but… but his hotdog sized dick was sticking out of the fly! It appeared to be very, very hard. He saw me looking and quickly tucked it back into his shorts.
“He had a bottle of some type of oil in his hand and I asked him what it was. He told me it was pre-warmed massage oil.” Billie gave me an evil smile, “I told him he’d better not get any of it in my hair or I was out of there. I was pretty bitchy about it…
“Poor Charles, he actually looked panicked when I said that. He quickly assured me he’d be careful and gave me a towel to wrap my hair up. He then asked me to lie face down on the table and put my face in that little hole.”
Billie giggled once again and said, “He walked around to the front of the table and I could see his cock sticking back out of the fly of his shorts.” She chortled, “I reached out and took it in my hands. He jumped when I grabbed it!
“I was trying, once again, to let him know he didn’t have to work so hard to get me in bed. I was ready. I then told him he didn’t have to wear his boxer if he didn’t want to. He blushed, but took them off.
“He then started his massage with my neck and shoulders working down my back. It really felt good. It got a little strange when he got to my butt. Not only did he take a long time working on it, but he also kept dribbling the warmed oil on my butthole…
“Eventually he worked his hands down between my legs. I… I hiked my butt up and spread my legs a little to give him better access. He thoroughly explored, oiled and massaged me there.”
Getting turned on by her tale, I interrupted her asking, “Did he start finger fucking you then?” I was now fully erect from listening to her story of infidelity.
Reaching behind her, she found my hard-on. Wiggling back a little she rubbed it up and down her slit, centered it and pressed back. As my cock-head popped in she let out a little yelp. She worked me all the way in and started a slow gyration of her hips.
While Billie contracted and relaxed her pussy muscles around my cock, she pushed herself up, gave me a quick kiss and softly murmured, “No, no he wasn’t finger fucking me, but he had cupped my pussy and had his thumb in me… thumb fucking me…
“It… it was so very sensuous, so erotic… it felt so deliciously depraved… then, then he asked me to turn over. I was now pretty eager so I flipped over. He got up on the table straddling me. I could feel his hot cock and balls tickling my stomach…
“He started massaging my shoulders moving down my upper chest to my breasts. His cock was rubbing me on my pubic mound and I was thinking, ‘Okay, anytime now… I’m ready… give me your cock now… fuck me…’ but he kept up with his massage.
“As he moved down my body and got to my pubes, he spent a lot of time, thoroughly massaging my pussy. He then started fingering me with one and then two fingers. He was kneeling between my legs and leaned over and started using his tongue.
“Honey… I had my legs spread, my knees bent, my feet flat on the table with my pelvis rocked up and humping… and the dumb son-of-a-bitch looked up at me with oil and pussy juice all over his face and asked, ‘B… Billie… would you like to make love?’
“I raise my head and just stared at him. I mean what the fuck? So I said in a cold, bitchy voice, ‘No, Charles… I won’t make love to you.’ He looked devastated, so I told him, ‘I’ll fuck you, but I won’t make love to you.’
“His cock was drooping and he looked so perplexed, I felt bad, so I explained, “Charles, I only make love to my husband. I do fuck other men, but I only make love to my husband. So if you want to fuck me, let’s wipe some of this oil off and get in bed.
“Once again, I almost started laughing as he helped me off the massage table. He looked pole-axed and his poor cock was at half-mast. After he gently wiped the excess oil off me I knelt down and started playing with his balls and stroking his cock.
“He really liked it when I rubbed his dick over my face and then started sucking his cock while playing with his nuts. After a few minutes he stopped me telling me he was going to cum. I told him to go ahead and went back to work on him. He shot off in my mouth.
“After he was finished I looked up at him so he could see me swallow it. He then pulled me up and gave me a really deep kiss, swirling his tongue in my mouth apparently wanting to taste his own jism.”
Billie was sitting up on me as she regaled me with her story. Her hands were on my chest using them to aid her in riding me. I had my hands on her hips pulling her down as she rocked her pelvis. Her eyes were half shut and her breathing was becoming heavier.
There was a flush creeping up her chest to her neck and coloring her face. She leaned down and let her breasts lightly dance across my chest. She whispered in my ear, “I led him to his bed and laid down with my legs spread. He got on top of me and entered me.
“Sweetheart, he humped and bumped, he huffed and chuffed like a steam engine. His face got so red I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack. After a few minutes he came. As we lay there I could feel his cock shrivel and slip out.”
She laughed and then said, “I couldn’t believe what he said next! He actually looked me in the face and said, ‘Wow, Billie! That was great! Was it good for you, too?’ I almost laughed at him but managed to say, ‘Yes, Charles, it was very good, thank you.’
“Then…” she put her face on my chest, laughing, “then he handed me a pre-dampened, pre-warmed wash cloth!” Still sniffling her laughter, “He… he then said, ‘I suppose you want to get dressed and go home now.’
“Oh, poor, poor Charles… I told him, ‘Hell no, I don’t want to go home, I’m just getting started.’” She hiccupped into laughter again spluttering, “Y… you should’ve seen his face! I then slid down and started stroking and sucking his cock again.
“He got another hard-on and I straddled him and fucked him again. I was able to get him up a couple more times over the evening. The last time I got on all fours and took him doggy style. That really rocked his world.”
Billie’s little butt was wiggling all over the place, her hips were rocking and her pelvis was humping. She had pushed herself up and was looking down into my eyes. Her face revealed her delight in sharing her tale with me… and… her love for me.
Pressing herself down as hard as she could to take me in as deep as possible she suddenly bowed her back and let out a guttural yowl. As her orgasm took hold of her she then arched her back throwing her head back and moaned.
Collapsing on top of me with her pussy convulsing around my cock I exploded. Billie shuttered again and with a moan said, “Oh fuck! I can feel you! I can feel you cumming in me! Oooh fuck! I love to feel you cum in me!”
We held each other, feeling our hearts beat together. Her soft pants in my ear were soothing… and at the same time, erotic. As we recovered Billie softly continued her tale, “The next morning I took a quick shower and he took me home.
“When we got there he walked me to the door and kissed me goodbye. He told me he’d never been with a woman as sexually liberated and free as I was. He also told me that my husband was a very lucky man. I thanked him and went inside.”
Still holding her tightly, I asked her, “Are you gong to go out with him again?”
I could feel her shake her head and she whispered, “No… I don’t think I’m going to do any more professors…”
“Hmmm…” I murmured in her ear, “One was enough, huh?”
She pushed herself up and gave me an impish smile, “No… two were enough…”
“Two?” I asked her, “When was the second one?”
Laying her head back down onto my chest she softly said, “Oh… this past Monday morning after my run. We’ve run together before and he asked if he could join me. We finished the run at our apartment and I asked him if he wanted a drink of water…
To be continued…
When I asked her, she told me a professor from the English Literature department had asked her out. Curious, my next question was, “How did this come about?”
Billie told me, “He’s a friend of our instructor and has visited our drawing classes a number of times and he’s been in there when I’ve modeled. He’s, also, in the library quite often. Donna told me he’d asked about me… so I reckon he decided to ask me out.”
Laughing, I asked her, “Is he hot?”
Billie burst out laughing, when she able to, she said, “Honey, he appears to be in his forties and let’s say he’s rather portly and balding. He tries so hard to put on the air of an old country British gentleman that it’s sad.”
“Ahhh, a pity date… Are you going to go out with him?”
With a soft sigh, Billie responded, “Yeah, I think so…” She added, “He’s a nice guy.”
“Are you going to… ahh… go to bed with him?”
My ear rang from Billie’s squawk, “NO!” She then spluttered, “I can’t even imagine that!”
Trying to stifle my laughter, I said, “I bet you end up fucking him.”
Billie responded, “That’s a bet I’ll take. There’s no way I’d fuck him!”
“Well, I’ll call you Sunday evening, like always, and you can tell me how your date went. I love you.” She responded with her love for me and we hung up.
The following Sunday when I called Billie answered the phone in a warm but rather subdued voice. After our usual preliminary conversation, I asked, “How was your date Saturday night.”
There was a rather long pause, and then Billie said in a soft, barely audible voice, “You win the bet.”
I blurted out in mild surprise, “You fucked him?”
“Yes.” Billie said, “Honey… he was trying so hard to make it a pleasant evening and I was a bitch… and, well… I felt so bad about it, that I… I spent the night with him.”
With a certain amount of incredibility, I asked, “You spent the night with him?”
“Yes, he brought me home around nine this morning. It… it was awkward. He walked me to the door and we passed several of our neighbors and I was wearing the same thing I went out in. Some of them know I’m married and I… I sleep around, but… with him?
“And… and then, well, I had to kiss him good bye… My only excuse is… well, you know how horny I get just after my period and it just ended Friday…” She sighed deeply.
Trying hard not to laugh, I said, “Tell me about it.”
I could almost hear Billie blushing over the phone, “Can… can I tell you about next weekend? You are coming home next weekend aren’t you?”
“Yes. I’ll be finished with my re-quals next Friday and I have my orders. I got my first choice of duty stations so I’ll only be a couple of hours from home! I’m eligible for thirty days of leave, proceed time and travel time.”
Billie’s shriek of happiness almost burst my eardrums. We decided to save a little money by me not calling on Wednesday evening unless something came up. Listening to her excited chatter was heart warming as we hung-up.
I arrived home Friday in the early evening and entered our apartment. In the past, Billie has met me by literally jumping into my arms. This time she stood nude, with her hands behind her back, which thrust her breasts forward and up.
All her weight was on her left leg, her right leg had a slight bend, the toes of her right foot were rolled under and her heel was lifted. With her almost perfect posture and her hands behind her back she looked so young, so innocent and so lovely.
As she walked toward me, she had a beatific smile, her breasts had a sassy minute bounce, her pubic patch had been trimmed and her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. With her eyes locked on mine, she walked into my arms.
Our kiss was deeply sensual and filled with love. Holding her nude body to me was an unsurpassed pleasure. No matter how many times I’ve held her or made love to her I always have this special pleasurable thrill as I take and hold her in my arms.
She unbuttoned and slid my shirt off. She then worked my belt buckle loose, unfastened and unzipped my pants. As my pants slid down she followed them, kneeling at my feet. Stroking my erection with one hand she worked my shoes off with the other.
Once she had me completely stripped she sucked my cock into her warm mouth. Twirling her tongue, she then bobbed her head, taking half of me down her throat. Coming up and repeating what she had previously done she took me all the way down her throat.
Holding her head gently with my hands and stroking her hair, I said, “You’re getting good at this.”
With a slight, muffled giggle, she slid my cock out of her mouth, looked up at me and simply said, “Practice…” Putting my cock back in her mouth she resumed deep throating me.
Between grunts and moans, I was able to inform Billie, “Sweetheart… I’m, I’m going to cum if you keep this up…”
Pulling back until just the head of my cock was resting in her mouth, she looked up at me and mumbled, “Sal’raight… aye wun ou to…” and took me back down her throat.
Looking down I watched as her sassy breasts fell into cadence with the bobbing of her head. Her butt was slightly pressed back as she had her knees spread wide and her right hand busy in her pussy. It appeared she had two fingers buried up inside.
This was, too, much for me. With a grunt I started ejaculating down her throat. After several blasts, Billie drew her head back and took the last few dwindling spurts directly in her mouth. Looking up at me she rolled her tongue and I watched her swallow my cum.
Slowly standing up, she kissed my stomach, each nipple, my neck and finished by kissing me on the mouth. Taking me by the hand she led me into the bedroom. I motioned for her to lie down.
Billie laid back, spread her legs, bent her knees, planted her feet on the bed and rocked her pelvis up readying herself for me. He pussy was puffy and wet with arousal. I was ready again. I entered her and we made slow, deep, soft love.
Her orgasm started like small waves washing up on a beach, it built to breakers and then into a tsunami in intensity. This triggered my orgasm. We held each other and rode each other. Our breathing and heartbeats meshed as if one organism.
Afterward as we nuzzled and snuggled, we murmured sweet endearments to each other. With our foreheads resting against each other, Billie broke the silence, “Would you like to hear about my date with the professor?”
Lightly laughing, I told Billie, “Yeah… I’d like to hear about it… if it’s not too embarrassing.”
She buried her face in my neck. Her reply was muffled, “It’s a little embarrassing, but not much. It’s… well; let me tell you about it. He had seen me when I had modeled and liked the fact I didn’t cover up during our breaks.
“Since he was in the library quite often and knew Donna, he had asked her if I was married.” Billie sighed, “And Donna had told him, yes, I was married but we had on open marriage and I was free to date and even have sex with other men if I so desired…”
Sighing again, “And… Donna had encouraged him to ask me out. He had even asked Donna if she knew if I’d had sex with any other men… and, Donna told him… she knew for a fact I’d had sex with several other guys… so, he asked me out.
“I told him, when he asked me, I would have to talk to you. So… on Thursday I told him okay. He asked me if I had a preference in restaurants and I told him it didn’t matter as long as they had a vegetarian cuisine. He said he knew just the place.
“The place he chose was upscale but with a relaxed dress code, so I was able to wear one of my sundresses and sandals.” She giggled and said, “I had finished my period Friday evening and was wickedly horny, so… I decided I was going to have some fun…”
Whispering in her ear, I interrupted her and asked, “What type of fun?”
Pushing herself up, Billie smiled a devilish little smile adding, “Well… I decided my dress should be naughty, so I wore my little tan sundress. It’s just sheer enough you think you can see something, but you’re not quite sure.”
With a snicker, she said, “It was also just short enough to be tantalizing. If I became a bit careless there was a good possibility someone could catch a flash of my bare bottom, or possibly, even a glimpse of my pussy. I was planning on being bad.”
Billie pushed me over onto my back, swung her leg over me and sat on my stomach. Her pussy, mashed against my abdomen, was wet from my cum and hot, her nipples were hard and she had a shit-eating grin on her face. I thought, “Hmmmmm.”
Still grinning, she continued, “When Charles, that’s his name by the way, came to the door he had a massive smile. He told me I looked stunning.”
Giggling, she said, “You should’ve seen the look on his face when I twirled around. My dress flared out enough he was able to tell I wasn’t wearing panties. I smiled at him and said, ‘I’m ready… shall we go?’
“He was such a gentleman. He opened doors for me; he pulled the chair out for me at the restaurant, he asked me what I wanted and then ordered it for me. I was surprised to find myself actually enjoying our conversation.
“Then he asked me if I’d like to stop by his condo.” Giggling, she said, “I thought he was going to ask me if I wanted to see his etchings. But then he told me his condo had a wonderful view of the river and salt marshes and thought I might like to see it.
“When we got there he parked the car and as I started to climb the stairs to his condo I noticed he was still at the bottom. I looked over my shoulder at him and his eyes were glued to my butt. I asked him if he was looking at my bottom and he turned red.
“So I spread my feet a little, stuck out my ass and raised the hem of my dress to give him a better look.” Laughing, she told me, “I heard him gasp.”
Smiling up at her I had to ask, “You’d decided to fuck him, hadn’t you?”
Billie bit her lips, smiled and replied, “Yeah… pretty much so… but… I was going to make him work for it a little more.” She stretched out on top of me, wiggling her hips back, pressing her body against mine and nuzzling my ear.
“Once we got inside he took me out on his balcony to see the view, it was beautiful. He slipped an arm around me and I slipped mine around him. He slipped his hand up under my dress and caressed my bottom. I pressed back to let him know I was enjoying it.
“At this point he could have led me to his bed and I would have gone, but… he turned to me and asked, ‘B… Billie, would you like a massage?’ I just looked at him and blinked, I was thinking, ‘What the hell?’ Finally I said, ‘Well… okay…’
“He guided me into his bedroom. Honey, his bedroom was massive! He had a king-sized bed and over in a corner a professional grade massage table.” Laughing, she said, “He got flustered when he told me I’d have to take my dress off…
“I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing at him! I’d flashed my butt and pussy at him, I had adjusted my dress so he could see my boobs, he had just been caressing my naked ass out on the balcony and that’s not to mention seeing me modeling!
“Anyway, I smiled at him and took off my earrings and necklace. I then kicked off my sandals and slipped out of my dress. After folding it I placed it on a table and walked back over to him wearing nothing but my wedding ring and a smile.”
Sliding my hands down her back I cupped both cheeks of her butt. I then asked her, “Did you do your ‘I’m so innocent and naïve’ stance? With one leg straight and the other slightly bent with the foot turned in? And… did you have your hands behind you?”
Billie giggled and whispered, “The one where I stand straight and push my breasts out? Yeah… you know me sooo well.” Momentarily biting her lower lip, she then added, “He had stripped and was just wearing a pair of dark blue silk boxer shorts.
She then almost choked trying to keep from laughing as she told me, “He wasn’t aware of it… but… but his hotdog sized dick was sticking out of the fly! It appeared to be very, very hard. He saw me looking and quickly tucked it back into his shorts.
“He had a bottle of some type of oil in his hand and I asked him what it was. He told me it was pre-warmed massage oil.” Billie gave me an evil smile, “I told him he’d better not get any of it in my hair or I was out of there. I was pretty bitchy about it…
“Poor Charles, he actually looked panicked when I said that. He quickly assured me he’d be careful and gave me a towel to wrap my hair up. He then asked me to lie face down on the table and put my face in that little hole.”
Billie giggled once again and said, “He walked around to the front of the table and I could see his cock sticking back out of the fly of his shorts.” She chortled, “I reached out and took it in my hands. He jumped when I grabbed it!
“I was trying, once again, to let him know he didn’t have to work so hard to get me in bed. I was ready. I then told him he didn’t have to wear his boxer if he didn’t want to. He blushed, but took them off.
“He then started his massage with my neck and shoulders working down my back. It really felt good. It got a little strange when he got to my butt. Not only did he take a long time working on it, but he also kept dribbling the warmed oil on my butthole…
“Eventually he worked his hands down between my legs. I… I hiked my butt up and spread my legs a little to give him better access. He thoroughly explored, oiled and massaged me there.”
Getting turned on by her tale, I interrupted her asking, “Did he start finger fucking you then?” I was now fully erect from listening to her story of infidelity.
Reaching behind her, she found my hard-on. Wiggling back a little she rubbed it up and down her slit, centered it and pressed back. As my cock-head popped in she let out a little yelp. She worked me all the way in and started a slow gyration of her hips.
While Billie contracted and relaxed her pussy muscles around my cock, she pushed herself up, gave me a quick kiss and softly murmured, “No, no he wasn’t finger fucking me, but he had cupped my pussy and had his thumb in me… thumb fucking me…
“It… it was so very sensuous, so erotic… it felt so deliciously depraved… then, then he asked me to turn over. I was now pretty eager so I flipped over. He got up on the table straddling me. I could feel his hot cock and balls tickling my stomach…
“He started massaging my shoulders moving down my upper chest to my breasts. His cock was rubbing me on my pubic mound and I was thinking, ‘Okay, anytime now… I’m ready… give me your cock now… fuck me…’ but he kept up with his massage.
“As he moved down my body and got to my pubes, he spent a lot of time, thoroughly massaging my pussy. He then started fingering me with one and then two fingers. He was kneeling between my legs and leaned over and started using his tongue.
“Honey… I had my legs spread, my knees bent, my feet flat on the table with my pelvis rocked up and humping… and the dumb son-of-a-bitch looked up at me with oil and pussy juice all over his face and asked, ‘B… Billie… would you like to make love?’
“I raise my head and just stared at him. I mean what the fuck? So I said in a cold, bitchy voice, ‘No, Charles… I won’t make love to you.’ He looked devastated, so I told him, ‘I’ll fuck you, but I won’t make love to you.’
“His cock was drooping and he looked so perplexed, I felt bad, so I explained, “Charles, I only make love to my husband. I do fuck other men, but I only make love to my husband. So if you want to fuck me, let’s wipe some of this oil off and get in bed.
“Once again, I almost started laughing as he helped me off the massage table. He looked pole-axed and his poor cock was at half-mast. After he gently wiped the excess oil off me I knelt down and started playing with his balls and stroking his cock.
“He really liked it when I rubbed his dick over my face and then started sucking his cock while playing with his nuts. After a few minutes he stopped me telling me he was going to cum. I told him to go ahead and went back to work on him. He shot off in my mouth.
“After he was finished I looked up at him so he could see me swallow it. He then pulled me up and gave me a really deep kiss, swirling his tongue in my mouth apparently wanting to taste his own jism.”
Billie was sitting up on me as she regaled me with her story. Her hands were on my chest using them to aid her in riding me. I had my hands on her hips pulling her down as she rocked her pelvis. Her eyes were half shut and her breathing was becoming heavier.
There was a flush creeping up her chest to her neck and coloring her face. She leaned down and let her breasts lightly dance across my chest. She whispered in my ear, “I led him to his bed and laid down with my legs spread. He got on top of me and entered me.
“Sweetheart, he humped and bumped, he huffed and chuffed like a steam engine. His face got so red I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack. After a few minutes he came. As we lay there I could feel his cock shrivel and slip out.”
She laughed and then said, “I couldn’t believe what he said next! He actually looked me in the face and said, ‘Wow, Billie! That was great! Was it good for you, too?’ I almost laughed at him but managed to say, ‘Yes, Charles, it was very good, thank you.’
“Then…” she put her face on my chest, laughing, “then he handed me a pre-dampened, pre-warmed wash cloth!” Still sniffling her laughter, “He… he then said, ‘I suppose you want to get dressed and go home now.’
“Oh, poor, poor Charles… I told him, ‘Hell no, I don’t want to go home, I’m just getting started.’” She hiccupped into laughter again spluttering, “Y… you should’ve seen his face! I then slid down and started stroking and sucking his cock again.
“He got another hard-on and I straddled him and fucked him again. I was able to get him up a couple more times over the evening. The last time I got on all fours and took him doggy style. That really rocked his world.”
Billie’s little butt was wiggling all over the place, her hips were rocking and her pelvis was humping. She had pushed herself up and was looking down into my eyes. Her face revealed her delight in sharing her tale with me… and… her love for me.
Pressing herself down as hard as she could to take me in as deep as possible she suddenly bowed her back and let out a guttural yowl. As her orgasm took hold of her she then arched her back throwing her head back and moaned.
Collapsing on top of me with her pussy convulsing around my cock I exploded. Billie shuttered again and with a moan said, “Oh fuck! I can feel you! I can feel you cumming in me! Oooh fuck! I love to feel you cum in me!”
We held each other, feeling our hearts beat together. Her soft pants in my ear were soothing… and at the same time, erotic. As we recovered Billie softly continued her tale, “The next morning I took a quick shower and he took me home.
“When we got there he walked me to the door and kissed me goodbye. He told me he’d never been with a woman as sexually liberated and free as I was. He also told me that my husband was a very lucky man. I thanked him and went inside.”
Still holding her tightly, I asked her, “Are you gong to go out with him again?”
I could feel her shake her head and she whispered, “No… I don’t think I’m going to do any more professors…”
“Hmmm…” I murmured in her ear, “One was enough, huh?”
She pushed herself up and gave me an impish smile, “No… two were enough…”
“Two?” I asked her, “When was the second one?”
Laying her head back down onto my chest she softly said, “Oh… this past Monday morning after my run. We’ve run together before and he asked if he could join me. We finished the run at our apartment and I asked him if he wanted a drink of water…
To be continued…
Poster:
Jack Stay
