Steve Carroll looked around the empty house, realizing that he missed Dana tremendously. He was also horny as hell and needed to find some relief. As he thought about his beautiful young wife, he gently caressed his stiff cock through the material of his jeans. They had met and fallen madly in love in college and he had asked her to marry him the day they graduated. When she had eagerly agreed, he had been the happiest man in the world.
In the beginning, their sex life had been great, and it was not unusual for the two of them to fuck two and three times a day. But he had started throwing himself into his new job, trying to work his way up the corporate ladder, spending long hours at the office and less and less time at home. He knew he had not been paying the attention to her he should have and no one was to blame but himself. When she was packing to go on the trip, he had seen the new string bikini she had bought and had gotten upset, yelling that she had never wore one like that for him, and she sure as hell wasn't going to wear it down in the Bahamas without him. But he had lost that argument when she stood up to him and told him that if he paid half as much attention to her as other men did, she might not even be going on this trip. He had stormed out of the room, furious, and she had left moments later without even stopping to kiss him good-bye. As he thought of her sexy body in that bikini, his dick got even harder, lurching in his pants.
He thought about her boss, Chuck Brennen, and wondered if the older man would try to put the moves on Dana, and figured he probably would. Hell, any man in his right mind, would, he told himself. Dana was a stunning redhead. In his mind images of Dana and Chuck fucking flashed vividly. He tried to block them out, but they kept coming, getting stronger and stronger. He felt tempted to rush to the airport and get on the first plane to the Bahamas and find out if what he suspected was true, as it wasn't just Chuck he was worried about. Dana was a very hot-blooded woman, who loved her sex, and she could be the one doing the seducing, not the other way around. Or, he thought with a touch of agony in his chest, half a dozen other men.
He was still trying to block those images out of his mind when he became aware of someone ringing the front door bell. He shook his head to clear it and stood up, trying to move his stiff cock around to where it wouldn't be so noticeable, and went to answer to door. When he opened it, he found a stunning, blonde nearly as tall as he was standing on his front steps, a smile trying to hide the concern in her eyes. "Mr. Carroll?" she asked in a low, husky voice.
"Yes?"
"I'm a Mary Brennen."
It took a moment for him to put the name in perspective, but then he realized that this was the wife of his wife's boss. "I…please, won't you come in," he said, standing to one side and allowing her to enter.
As she did, he took a good look at her, both front and back. While she had to be in her early forties, the woman was a knockout. She had a pair of tits that just cried to be released from the confines of her bra and blouse, a narrow waist, one of the greatest asses he had ever seen under a skirt, and a pair of legs that went on forever. He closed the door absently as she entered and took a seat in the large leather chair across from the couch. He quickly sat down opposite her, wondering what she wanted, feeling the twitch of his cock in his pants again.
"You're probably wondering why I'm here," she said, speaking softly, but without hesitation.
"Well, to be frank, yes. Ah, look, Mrs. Brennen…"
"Please, just Mary."
"All right. Mary, would you care for something to drink? Coffee, a soft drink?"
"Do you have any Scotch?" she asked, arching her eyebrows slightly.
"Sure," he told her, standing up quickly and moving to the small bar against the wall. "How would you like it?"
"Neat, please," she replied, leaning back in her seat.
He quickly fixed her a double, mixing a gin and tonic for himself. He had a feeling he was going to need it. He carried her drink to her, his eyes darting down to the swell of her tits against her blouse and felt himself blush slightly, feeling like a schoolboy in the presence of this older, more mature woman. He turned away and sat down to hide his discomfort, taking a large sip of his drink.
"Now," Mary began, "I have reason, good reason, to believe that my husband is probably having an affair with your wife. I don't think it's been going on for long, and perhaps only started when they went away together, but unless you and your wife are very secure in your marriage, I would bet everything I have that they are having an affair."
Steve's worst fears came back to haunt him. This woman seemed so sure of herself, of her husband, and she had touched a nerve with her statement about the security of his marriage to Dana. He felt confusion and anger, but didn't know where the anger was directed at. At himself for ignoring his wife's needs for the past year, with Dana for being so sexual, or with Chuck for putting the moves on her.
"Mr. Carroll, Steve, may I ask you a personal question?" she said softly.
"Sure," he replied, his voice sounding weak, even to his own ears.
"Do you and your wife have a good, strong, solid marriage?"
Did they? he wondered. At one time he would have thought so, but maybe he wasn't so sure anymore. "I…I don't know. We used to, but, well for about the past year I guess I've been spending more time at work than with my wife."
"I see," Mary told him. "I guess that puts the two of us in pretty much the same boat."
"What do you mean?" he asked, curious about her tone.
"For the past few years I have devoted myself to my charity works and other things, pretty much ignoring my husband and his…needs. We used to have a fairly good sex life when we first got married, but I came from a very puritan background and believed that sex was a duty to be performed by the wife. As a result, I never seemed to get the pleasure out of it that other women do.
"After a while, Chuck became less and less demanding on me, for which I was grateful, little realizing that he was going elsewhere to satisfy his lusts. Even when I did realize it, I guess I sort of accepted it. As long as he was out relieving himself with other women, he wouldn't be pestering me for sex. But now I'm not so sure that it was the right thing to do."
Steve looked at her and could see the pain and anguish in her eyes. He saw something else-the love the woman had for her husband, despite everything else, and the need to hang on to him at any cost, even if it meant putting aside the beliefs she had been raised with. With a shock, he realized he was feeling the exact same thing himself for Dana. He loved Dana with all his heart, and would do anything he had to do to make their marriage right again.
"What do you suggest we do?" he finally asked, wondering if she had a plan.
"I'm not sure," she replied hesitantly. "About a month ago I started going to a therapist, trying to get over some of my inhibitions about sex. She suggested that I find a surrogate lover to help me. Perhaps someone younger, who could teach me the things that a man likes, since I seem to be too shy to ask my husband to teach me. I…I would feel a little foolish after all the years we've been together."
As she spoke, Steve could feel his nine-inch cock jerking in his jeans and wondered if she were asking him to do what he thought she was. She went on before he could speak.
"When I first saw your wife, I knew that my husband would try to get her into bed. She is a very beautiful woman, and my husband can be very persuasive at times. When they took off together, I knew in my heart what was happening and decided that this would be the time to make the changes in myself. If I don't make them now, I may never get another chance."
"What…what's this got to do with me?" Steve asked, the blood pounding in his temples.
Mary blushed slightly, taking a sip of her Scotch before speaking. "Well, when I saw Dana, I figured that any woman that beautiful had to have a good-looking husband, and I was right," she added with a soft smile. "I also figured that if I were going to have an affair, sort of, that it should be with the husband of the wife my husband is fooling around with."
Steve was stunned at what he was hearing. He gulped down his drink, setting his glass down on the coffee table between them with shaking fingers. "You mean…you want us…me and you, too…"
"Oh, perhaps I shouldn't have come," Mary blurted out, turning beet-red as she set her glass down and stood up.
"No! Wait!" Steve called as he leaped to his feet and stepped around the small table to face her. "Look, you're probably right. Your husband and my wife are probably down there fucking their brains out with one another," he said, seeing her blush at the use of the word fuck. "And…well, Mary, I would be more than honored to help you overcome your inhibitions. Hell, any red-blooded man would. I was just a little surprised, that's all."
Mary looked him directly in the eyes, which she was able to do with her heels on, wondering if she were doing the right thing. Steve Carroll was one hell of a good- ooking man, that was for sure, and he could probably teach her all she needed to know to please her husband, but she wondered if she had the guts to actually go through with it. She had been a virgin on her wedding night and had never done anything with any other man. The thought had never even crossed her mind, but when her therapist told her that if she didn't get over her hangup, that she would be doomed to a life of misery, or even a possible divorce, she had decided to go for it.
She trembled slightly as Steve stepped closer and placed his hand on her upper arms. She stared into his eyes for a long moment, but closed hers when he turned his head and kissed her lightly. For a moment, she just stood there, feeling the press of his lips on her own, parting her lips nervously as his tongue flicked out and gently eased its way between her own. He didn't try to rush her, or hold her close in a crushing grip, but just held her lightly by her arms as he kissed her. After a moment, she began to nervously return his kiss, enjoying the sensations it was producing. She let her body move closer to his and felt the press of her large tits against his muscular chest. His arms slipped around her waist and he pulled her close, holding her lightly.
Mary could feel her heart beating a little faster as the kiss continued. She could also feel the hard throbbing of his manhood against her crotch. It frightened her a little at first, but Steve didn't try to rush her and let her move at her own pace. Not only was she grateful for that, but she felt herself starting to react just a little.
He finally broke the kiss and stepped back from her just a little, looking at her. "You are a beautiful woman, Mary," he told her, causing her to blush slightly. "If you're sure you want to do this, come on," he said, taking her by the hand and gently leading her out of the living room and down the hall.
She was nervous and could feel herself trembling. She was about to get undressed before a complete stranger, let his hands touch her, let his 'thing' go into her. Her therapist had told her about the different kinds of sex, and at the time some of it sounded disgusting to her. She couldn't imagine a woman doing some of the things to and with a man the woman had told her about, but she was about to find out for herself what sex was really all about. She let Steve lead her into the bedroom and she could feel herself shaking as he turned and kissed her again.
This time, his hands roamed up and down her back, finally coming to rest lightly on the full, firm globes of her ass. He pulled her closer, and she allowed it to happen, feeling the press of his cock against her thighs.
Again, Steve broke the kiss and stepped back. He could see the nervous apprehension clearly in her eyes and knew he would have to go slow, take his time with her, otherwise he could ruin it for her, and that was something he definitely didn't want to happen. He knew that by being gentle and slow with her, he would, or should, be able to awaken the passion in her, which would enable her to return to her husband a changed woman. That, in turn, would keep her husband from chasing after other women, such as Dana. And there was another reason as well. Every guy likes to think of himself as the world's greatest lover, the one who can teach a woman all there is to know, but few of them ever really get a chance to do that. Yet, here a woman stood before him who was, in a sense of the word, a virgin in the ways of sex, and he was getting the opportunity to teach her all the joys of the act. The fact that she was one hell of a beautiful woman to boot didn't hurt either.
Mary stood nervously as Steve began to unbutton her silk blouse. Every instinct in her screamed out for her to stop him, but she fought them down and stood motionless as his fingers went slowly from one button to the next. "Beautiful," he told her in a whisper as he finally parted her blouse and let it slide from her shoulders, gazing at her ripe full tits. Mary had always thought her breasts were too big, had been the objects of lust and desire for men ever since she could remember, but hearing the way Steve said they were beautiful gave her a sense of pride.
"Do…do you really think so?" she asked softly.
"Yes!" Steve told her, nodding his head.
She felt a slight shock when he bent his head and lightly kissed her tits above her bra, but she also felt a slight trace of excitement as well. He reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, drawing it off and letting it drop to the floor at her feet before coming back around to place his palms lightly on her nipples.
Mary gasped at his touch, feeling her nipples harden involuntarily at his touch. She moaned low in her throat as Steve bent his head once again and lightly licked around first one nipple and then the other, without actually touching them. As he continued to lick around her stiffening nipples, his hands went to her skirt, unhooking it and letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. And then he did something that caught Mary completely off guard.
Steve dropped to his knees in front of her and gently lifted one foot to remove her shoe, then the other before raising his head, placing his hands on her hips, and kissing and licking her remarkably flat stomach, working his way slowly down to the top of her pantyhose. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and began pulling the pantyhose and her cotton panties down at the same time, revealing the thick blonde bush covering her pussy.
As Steve gently urged her back to sit on the bed, Mary could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest. What she was doing, and who she was doing it with, made this the most erotic experience of her life. Perhaps if Chuck had been this tender, this slow with her on their wedding night, she might have turned out differently. But on the night of their wedding, he had practically tore her new gown off of her in his haste, and then he rammed his big cock into her pussy, pumping away like mad until he came, not caring till later that she had received absolutely no pleasure from it at all, and that it had, in fact, both hurt and humiliated her.
She gasped, her mind snapping back to the present when she felt Steve's mouth working its way up her inner thighs towards her pussy. She hadn't even realized that he had completely removed her hose and panties, and now his face was only six or so inches from her pussy.
Steve kissed and licked the insides of both thighs, then lifted them and placed them over his shoulders, opening her up to him and gently easing her back on the bed. He knelt on the floor beside the bed, staring at her golden gash. Slowly, he began kissing closer and closer to her pussy. The moment his lips touched her pussy, she arched up off the bed, jolts of electricity shooting through her. He saw and felt the reaction in her and smiled to himself. Hell, this is going to be fun! he thought with a sense of amusement. With that, he set about to eat her pussy in such a way that she would be begging him for more.
Mary fell back on the bed as Steve's tongue lanced up inside her pussy, feelings of excitement and wonder coursing through her. How could I have thought this was dirty? Ohhh, God, it's fantastic! her mind cried out as Steve began to lick and suck the juices out of her, his mouth making hungry sucking sounds as he worked on her, Mary felt her stomach starting to flutter and wondered what was happening to her. Her heart was beating wildly and there were strange new feelings rushing all through her body. She felt Steve's head move up towards the top of her gash and then his lips closed around something very sensitive there. Mary went wild.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls of the bedroom, her body thrashing around on the bed as the first orgasm of her life exploded from deeply within her. She clamped her legs together, trapping Steve's head between them, never wanting to let him go, wanting to die right now with his tongue shoved up her pussy. Over and over, her body convulsed on the bed until she finally felt too weak to move. When she opened her eyes, she realized that Steve was laying on the bed beside her, a smile on his face.
"I would guess," he said, a trace of amusement in his voice, "that you just had your pussy eaten for the first time, and that you also just had your first orgasm ever."
She blushed slightly at his language, but nodded her head in agreement. "Yes, on both counts," she finally admitted.
"Good. It's always nice to start things off right."
"What…what's next?" she asked nervously.
He jerked his head and the two of them moved up till they were both completely on the bed. Mary looked down at his cock, which was sticking straight out from his groin like a big club. His cock was definitely bigger, longer and thicker than her husband's, and she wondered how a woman as petite as his wife could take something that big. She looked up at Steve's eyes and saw him grinning at her. "What's next?" she asked tentatively.
Steve rolled over on his back next to her, causing his cock to jut up in the air, tilting slightly towards his stomach. "I think you should get acquainted with my cock," he told her.
"What…what do you mean?"
"Mary, look," he said softly, taking her right hand and placing it against the stiff shaft of his prick, "a prick won't hurt you. Used right, it can bring you more pleasure than you ever dreamed. But you have to get over your fear of it, so playing with mine and learning to suck it is as good a way as any."
Suck his cock! Stick this monster in my mouth! NO! her mind screamed at her. But I have to, she argued with herself as she felt him gently moving his hand with hers up and down the shaft. She was amazed at the heat and silky feeling of the skin of his prick, and of the steely hardness beneath it. Screwing up courage, she moved down on the bed to where her face was closer to his cock.
She could smell the musky odor of him and, to her surprise, found it somewhat intoxicating. With her one hand still moving up and down the length of his cock on its own now, she reached out with her other hand and gently cupped his large nut sac beneath, wanting to giggled slightly as she felt the swollen nuts within them moving around at her touch.
"Lick it," she heard Steve tell her. "Just pretend it's a big lollipop and lick all around it."
She glanced quickly at him, then back at his cock, bending her head and sticking out her tongue. Slowly, hesitantly, she began to lick around the mushroomed head of his cock, then down the shaft. She couldn't understand it, but the more she licked, the more she felt her pussy twinging. Becoming bolder and less afraid, she worked her way up to the head of his prick, and after licking all around it to get it good and wet, she opened her mouth wide and let her head drop down over it, locking her lips tightly around the shaft.
"Ohhh, yeahhhh," she heard Steve mutter, making her feel a sense of pride in herself. Without having him tell her, she began to work her head slowly up and down the length of his cock, using her tongue instinctively to lash at it as she forced her head lower and lower, around and around.
"Yeah, that's it, Mary, suck it. Suck my cock."
His words seemed to encourage her and she could feel herself getting more and more excited by the second. She began to move her head up and down faster and faster, using one hand to pump the portion of shaft not in her mouth and the other hand to gently play with his nuts.
"Take it all, Mary!" Steve gasped. "Let the muscles in your throat relax and take all of my cock. You can do it!"
Mary eyed his cock, how much was still outside of her stretched lips, and decided that she could take all of him. With a new sense of determination, she forced her head lower and lower on his massive cock shaft. When the ballooned cockhead lodged in her throat, she swallowed quickly and rammed her face all the way down.
"Uuuugggghhhh!" she moaned around the thick cock now lodged firmly down her throat as her pussy began to spasm and fluids oozed down her thighs.
Without even thinking about it, Mary swung her legs around and straddled Steve's face, her lips swiveling around the root of his cock as she did. She felt as if her mouth were stretched to the limit, and she was loving it in a way she had never dreamed possible. As Steve began to suck her pussy once again, Mary began to raise and lower her mouth on Steve's beautiful hunk of man meat. Steve began humping his hips up and down, fucking her mouth like he would a pussy.
Mary acted like a starving woman. She couldn't get enough of Steve's cock. She moved her head up and down in time with his fucking action, letting him ram his cock all the way down her throat each time. She could feel the fires igniting in her pussy and knew she was going to have another orgasm soon.
"Aaaaggggghhhhh! I'm gonna cum!" she heard Steve cry out.
She had only a moment to wonder what he meant when he shoved his cock upwards and his first hot blast of cum shot down her throat. In surprise, Mary pulled her head back, capturing the second blast, then the third and fourth in her mouth. She swallowed instinctively, realizing that she was sucking down his cum. Load after boiling load filled her mouth and she didn't think she could ever swallow all of it, but she worked the muscles of her throat quickly, finally swallowing the last drop oozing out from his cock. She relinquished it at last, rolling over on her back next to Steve, feeling strangely happy.
Steve turned around on the bed so that he was laying beside her, bending his head to lightly kiss her on the lips and smile at her. "Are you sure you never sucked a cock before?" he asked.
Mary blushed deeply, wondering what he must be thinking of her. "No," she whispered at last.
"Well, I'll tell you something. You are one of the best cocksuckers I've ever known in my life, and believe me, I've had plenty. Even Dana doesn't do that good a job."
Mary turned beet-red at his language, but was secretly pleased with the compliment, thinking about how much she had actually loved sucking his cock.
Steve began to kiss her again, lightly at first, his hands coming up to caress her body from thigh to tit, sending little sparks of electricity through her. His mouth moved down and his tongue traced hot little patterns down to her tits, circling the right one before finally capturing it between his lips.
"Ohhh!" Mary cried softly as Steve trapped the hard, pointy bud between his teeth and flicked his tongue back and forth over the end of it.
Mary began to squirm on the bed, little short cries of delight escaping her lips as Steve sucked, licked and gently bit one tit while he massaged the other. Mary was going crazy from the attention he was paying to her tits, never realizing that what she had once considered dirty could bring her so much pleasure. She could feel a small puddle of Steve's spit collecting between her tits as he rubbed them together, sucking first one nipple then the other. She felt a shift on the bed and opened her eyes to see Steve straddling her, his mammoth cock jutting straight out. "What…what are you doing?" she asked, not really caring as long as he continued to bring her such pleasure.
"I'm going to fuck your tits," he told her with a smile.
"But…how?" she asked, totally confused.
Instead of answering her, Steve took her hands and placed them on either side of her huge tits, having her press them together softly. As she held them in place he lowered his cock and began easing it between her tits, slowly fucking it back and forth. At first Mary lay there, but then she realized that by pushing her tits together harder, or easing up on the pressure, she could control the degree of friction for his cock and soon got into the swing of it. As she looked down between her tits, seeing the head of his cock appearing and disappearing, she tilted her head forward and opened her mouth. Steve knew what she wanted and reached down and placed a pillow behind her head to ease the strain of her neck. Then, the next time he fucked his cock forward between her tits, he pushed it all the way up to her mouth so she could capture the head of it for just a moment before he pulled it back. All the while, he was pinching and squeezing her tits.
"Oh, God, this is fantastic!" Mary told him as he pulled his cock back.
"No, you are fantastic," Steve told her, pushing his cock forward and into her hungrily sucking mouth.
Mary was panting and moaning in delight as Steve began to fuck his cock back and forth faster and faster between her tits. Mary couldn't capture it each time, so she just lay back and let him tit-fuck her and pinch her nipples, feeling her pussy getting hotter and hotter. She knew she was about to cum again, and wondered about Steve. Apparently Steve was about to cum as well, because he suddenly stopped fucking her tits and moved down her body, grabbing her legs behind her knees and lifting them, placing her ankles over his shoulders.
Steve looked down into Mary's lust-glazed eyes and wondered how a woman could not find pleasure in her body, especially when she had a body like this! She was made for pleasure, made for fucking! Bracing himself up on his arms, he worked his cock up against the opening of her hairy pussy and began to push it in. Even though Mary was very wet, he found that her cunt muscles were resisting him somewhat, almost as if she were a virgin. "God, you're tight!" he gasped as he finally worked the head of his cock into her. "How long has it been since you've been fucked?"
"Almost three years," Mary panted, feeling his bloated cockhead stretching the lips and walls of her pussy to the max.
Steve pushed down, forcing about half his cock into her clutching cunt and Mary gasped. She loved the feeling of just that much of his cock, but had some doubts as to if she could take all nine inches of him. It wasn't just the length, but the thickness of him as well.
"Aaaggghhh!" she cried out as Steve flexed his hips and drove the rest of his cock into her.
She felt him holding still, and was grateful as she consciously forced the muscles of her pussy to relax somewhat to accommodate his size. She raised her lips to his descending head and kissed him deeply as he began to pull his cock out slowly, then work it back into her again. Each time he pulled it back, she felt empty, but each time he pushed it back into her, she felt little sparks of passion going off inside of her.
"Fuck me!" she told him at last, surprising herself at her own language. "Fuck your big cock into my pussy and make me cum!"
"You got it," Steve said, as if waiting for her to say just that.
He began to fuck his cock in and out of her pussy faster and harder. Mary began to rotate her hips, whimpering steadily as Steve's cock reamed out her neglected pussy. Oh, God, she screamed silently, having never known that fucking could feel so good. She wanted Steve to go on fucking her forever.
Her body began to heat up, her heart was racing, and she could feel the onset of another orgasm. She reached around her legs and grabbed the muscular cheeks of his ass and pulled Steve into her even harder on each stoke. She wanted to feel his cock travel up through her body and come out her mouth.
"Goddamn, your pussy's so fucking tight!" Steve panted as he rammed his cock into her over and over. "Never felt a pussy this tight before in my life. I feel like I could fuck you all night."
"Yes!" Mary cried. "Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me all night and all day tomorrow! Fuck me as hard as you want, as many times as you want!"
"Aaaaaaggghhh, fuck! I'm gonna cummmmm!" Steve cried, smashing his hips down against her own and forcing his cock as deeply into her as he could get it.
Mary felt his cock jerk inside of her, seeming to expand and grow even bigger, and then his scalding cum was gushing into her hotly. As soon as the first blast hit the walls of her pussy, Mary's own orgasm exploded. She bucked so hard beneath him that she nearly pushed him off with her legs as the most intense orgasm yet washed over her body like a tidal wave.
"Fuuucccckkkk meeeeee!" she screamed as she jerked her hips around in circles to feel very bit of his cock. She knew she was acting wantonly, but she didn't care. Her entire being was centered in her pussy, and around Steve's spurting cock.