Heidi started to shed her work clothes as soon as she shut the front door. She stood naked in the bath, in too much of a hurry for a shower and used a wet flannel to remove the sensation of the office clinging to her skin. A walk in the warm sea breeze was just the lift she needed, it was Friday and her weekend started now! Slipping into a bikini and her sarong, she put on sandals, grabbed her pre-packed bag and headed out for the short walk to the beach. This was the life, she thought happily, with a grin on her face and lightness to her step. Single, earning enough to pay her mortgage and other bills and comfortable in her own company! She slowed her pace as she passed the beach huts with the older couples firmly ensconced in their beach chairs, belongings stowed away precisely on the few shelves inside; as if they’d lived in these huts year round.

During days spent on the beach she often put the camouflage of dark sunglasses to good use, observing without being observed. She didn’t usually go this late in the day, it was already early evening, but she’d go to the tea rooms on her way home. They were open till late and there were always plenty of people to watch from the garden tables there if the beach had nothing to offer. The breeze rustled through the lilac bushes, wafting their sweet fragrance to her as she passed and carrying a subtle undertone of the salty and somewhat sweet scent of damp driftwood.

Heidi’s shoes scrunched and slid on the stone shingle. She was being extravagantly noisy with deliberate intent, for she had seen the lovers entwined on their towel. They were too intent upon their increasing gratification to acknowledge her approach with any attempt at modesty. The woman gently stroked her lover’s bare flesh, fingers tracing a path from ribs to hip and then drifting down to his inner thigh, while he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth.

While trying but failing to do the honourable thing and look elsewhere, she became spectacularly aroused. Her eyes were drawn to his erection which was clearly defined as his lover rose up to straddle him. Her full skirt dropped down to cover their flesh but did little to disguise the gentle pelvic thrusting.

She glanced round, partly worried someone might catch her being a voyeur and half hoping there was someone else observing so she could share this erotic moment. As if the choice was magically hers, she spotted what she wanted in her peripheral vision: a man aroused by the scene before her, with his hand busy on his cock. Normally she would consider the sight of a man with his trousers round his ankles somewhat farcical. This time it turned her on.

She felt herself moisten and her clit begin to throb as she watched him standing and working away at his erection.

He smoothed the palm of his other hand across the moist tip while he watched the couple on the towel.

Suddenly he spotted her standing on the other side of the driftwood log, her attention drifting between the couple on the towel and himself. Catching her eye he gave her a languorous, sexy smile, loaded with blatant invitation. Heidi undid her sarong and let it drop, taking a hesitant step towards him. He shook his head and with his shirt already discarded, stepped out of his trousers and moved towards her, his grip firmly around the head of his engorged cock.
He came to her. She felt herself warm as his penis silkily brushed her bare midriff. She stroked it before gripping his firm ass, feeling him quiver in response.
Grasping her upper arms, he lowered her down onto the large flat driftwood beside them. Heidi brushed away her concern about splinters as she felt the roughness of the wood against her buttocks. She abandoned herself to the sensations of their hands on each other.

He kissed her as if he was desperate for the touch of her lips; gasping with each contact.

She slid her tongue across the front of his teeth. He reciprocated by kissing her neck. At the same time he flicked at her clit through the fabric of her bikini. He
did it delicately, just enough pressure to make her want more.

He was so multi-skilled that soon she was unable to maintain a coherent train of thought. She untied her bikini strings and shifted her hips, succeeding in easing her bared clit against his fingers with each twitch.

Opening her eyes, she found his deep green ones looking at her, his lust apparent in the dilation of his pupils. Finding the eye contact slightly off-putting, she shifted on to her side, and ground her ass into him.

He pulled on her hips to increase the pressure of her against his straining cock and ran his hands up to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, his mouth hot and wet on the back of her neck.

He started fumbling in his discarded trousers. ‘Protection,’ he explained.
He brought out a condom.

Using his hand, he guided himself down to brush against the moistness of her, bringing the viscous fluid back up onto the lubricated condom to further ease his entry. She tensed slightly as he began to penetrate her, afraid of the sensation this new experience brought. Sensing her reticence, he contributed to her comfort by kissing the back of her neck.

Though the penetration was mildly painful, the sensation soon blossomed into sheer pleasure. She whimpered with disappointment as he suddenly withdrew. Had he finished already?

He turned her over to face him and whispered, ‘I was going to come and wanted a chance to feel you reach ecstasy first’. What should have sounded contrived instead brought her to the brink of orgasm, combined as it was with his eye contact and skilful attention to her clitoris. He slipped off the condom, drawing her hand down to touch his hard cock. Groaning as she tightened her fingers around the head of his dick, he tore open a new condom packet. Heidi took the condom from his fingers with her mouth and used her lips and tongue to roll it onto him. He shuddered as she lowered herself onto him, mimicking the earlier movements of the other woman. His cock throbbed inside her as he held her hips, helping her to raise and lower herself. Reaching up he pushed her bikini top up over her breasts. His hands were rough; deliciously rough.

Leaning down she slid her hands under his ass. She melted on to him gasping as the waves of orgasm washed over her. He pounded himself up and into her in his haste to follow her lead.

Exhausted, she lay with her face pressed into his shoulder. Suddenly she heard the sound of sliding shingle. She looked up. The couple from the dunes had their arms around each other, walking in that perfect synchronicity that only comes with complete togetherness. The woman’s legs showed through her dress as they headed towards the descending sun.

The woman glanced over her shoulder, caught Heidi’s eye and winked; a huge grin blossoming on to her face as she turned away. Heidi realised she was exposed and slid off the man, covering herself with her towel while she wriggled back into her bikini.

As he dressed she began to collect her belongings which had scattered when she’d dropped her beach bag. Feeling peculiarly awkward with someone she had only minutes before been totally intimate with was confusing and she needed the excuse to avoid eye contact and halt the growing silence between them.

What must he think of me, she mused, then wondered why it mattered. She had no intention of seeing him again. For one thing, she couldn’t trust his impulse control. The man leapt into rampant sexual encounters with total strangers and that was no foundation on which to build a trusting relationship, no matter how great the encounter had been. She laughed inwardly, knowing there was more than a little need to insert the words, ‘pot, kettle and black’ into her train of thought. Judging by the tense set of his shoulders she sensed the urge to escape was mutual and that he was mulling over various exit lines.

She decided to put him out of his misery.
‘Once was perfect, let’s not ruin the memory by trying to improve on it,’ she said.

She threw him a cheeky grin, said ‘thank you and goodbye,’ then turned and walked away.

A glass of cold wine would taste marvellous while having a hot bath, she decided. She stopped for supper at the tea rooms and then languidly made her way home for her second favourite indulgence. The scents of the lilac blossoms were even lovelier then when she’d passed them earlier, the fragrance must become more potent as the night drew in. Or perhaps she was fully receptive now that she had completely recovered from her earlier strenuous activity. It was lovely being single, she thought happily as she slipped into the water, her favourite fragrance rising to meet her from the bath oil. The wine was cool, a delightful counterbalance to the heat of the water on her skin. Putting the empty glass down she slid deeper, resting her head on the back of the bath and letting her legs go akimbo. She opened and closed her knees enjoying the sensation of the waves of heat washing between her legs. Becoming aroused, she thought back over the experience on the beach, stroking herself slowly to a limb-melting orgasm. Even though she had no desire to repeat the beach experience in reality; it was obviously going to be used as fantasy fodder for the indefinite future.

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‘Bloody workmen. You just can’t rely on them.’

Emma cringed as Matt slammed the phone down. ‘They were supposed to be here at seven. I wanted to brief them about the layout.’ She knew what was coming next. ‘Can you sort this out, Emma, love?’ he wheedled, giving her a boyish grin that had once charmed her into agreeing to most of his requests, reasonable or otherwise.

‘You know I have to go to the office. I’m late as it is.’
Before she could answer, he’d grabbed the car keys and was already on his way out.

‘Of course, Matt. No problem, Matt,’ she muttered irritably to the empty kitchen.

She’d planned to spend the day working on an essay for her counselling course.

Sighing, she made herself a strong black coffee. She needed caffeine. It wasn’t that she minded sorting out the builders. It was the assumption that she would, without question. Being taken for granted. She tried the number again, but there was no reply. The builders were probably on their way over. She glanced at the clock – eight fifteen. She was sure they’d be here soon. They weren’t unreliable – just a bit lax when it came to timekeeping. But they did a good job, took pride in their work. Nice couple of blokes, really – brothers Steve, who was twenty-five and Gus, eighteen. She knew their ages because after they’d finished work on Friday night and joked over tea and biscuits Gus had mentioned his recent birthday party and complained that his brother was getting ‘past it’ at twenty-five, which made her laugh. Then he’d tried to guess her age.

‘Twenty-one at most,’ he’d suggested.

‘And the rest,’ she’d replied, blushing. She was already thirty-three when she’d met Matt and they’d been living together for nearly ten years. She sometimes wondered where the time had gone. Still, it was flattering in a way, even though she knew Gus probably played the same game with all his female clients. He was quite good-looking too, in a rugged sort of way. Muscular, strong, well-built. It came with the territory, she supposed. All that lifting and carrying and hammering and screwing.

There was a knock on the door.

‘Where’s Steve?’ she asked, surprised to see only Gus unloading tools from the battered Escort van.

‘Hangover,’ Gus replied. ‘We went to a night-club last night. Poor old sod, I told you he can’t keep up the pace. Don’t worry, he’ll be here later. It’s okay, we won’t let you down.’

As Gus disappeared up the ladder into the new loft conversion, Emma hoped he was right. They’d agreed to get the job finished by six-thirty, on the dot. It was to be a surprise for Matt, who wasn’t expecting the work to be completed for another two days. The old loft, over a period of weeks, had been slowly transformed into a spacious extra room. There had been problems with the structure, delays in getting the right materials, but soon it would be ready. A new office space for Matt, with a computer, fax and modem, and big oak desk that Matt had already ordered from a catalogue he had brought home from work. The walls had been painted white-with-a-hint-of-plum, contrasting with a subtle shade of chalk blue for the ceiling. Pine bookshelves and a luxurious swivel chair, black leather and chrome, were stored in the garage, protected by plastic sheeting, awaiting their unveiling.

Hopefully, with such a great space, Matt would work from home more often and they would get to see more of each other. He always put work first, but at least this way he would be home for dinner more often, although she sometimes wondered if it was really work that kept him out so late. They both knew that their relationship was hanging by a thread – a flimsy one at that.

‘Some people have children to cement a relationship – we convert the loft,’ she had joked bitterly to Steve over tea one morning.

He’d smiled and she wasn’t certain whether it was sympathy or pity.

‘So, what is it today – custard creams or bourbons?’

Gus had come back downstairs quietly, without her hearing and was standing behind her, close enough to feel his breath on her neck.

‘Chocolate hobnobs,’ she replied, without moving away. ‘Your hair smells good,’ he said suddenly and for a moment she felt her heart racing. Quickly, she moved away and clattered mugs and plates, tearing the biscuit wrapper with shaking fingers. Pull yourself together, Emma, she told herself fiercely. You’re acting like a silly teenager.

‘How’s it going?’ she asked briskly. ‘Think it will be finished on time?’

Gus nodded. ‘Trust me.’ He took a swig of tea. ‘That’s a nice blouse you’re wearing this morning.’

‘I bet you say that to all the girls,’ she replied.

‘Only the pretty ones,’ he laughed.

Emma groaned. ‘I wasn’t born yesterday, you know.’ ‘Worth a try,’ he retorted. He glanced at the clock.

‘Where’s that delinquent brother of mine? I’d better give him a call.’ He had just started to key a number on his mobile when Steve arrived.

‘The back door’s open,’ Emma shouted through the window and Steve came in through the patio, carefully wiping his boots on the mat.

‘Just in time for tea break,’ he said, heading purposefully for the hobnobs. ‘I hope you’ve saved something for me,’ and Emma thought that he winked at Gus.

Despite being unable to get on the computer, Emma spent a productive afternoon, writing notes for her essay, with the background sounds of Radio One punctuated by
drilling and hammering from above the ceiling. By six fifteen, chicken was roasting in the oven, the wine was chilled and the strawberry trifle had been spooned into a cut glass bowl. She had prepared a special meal for a special night. In twenty minutes Matt would be home. She just had time to change.

‘Ready for your inspection, madam,’ announced Steve, peering into the kitchen at six forty, then added, ‘Wow!’

Emma didn’t often dress up – there never seemed to be the opportunity and suddenly she felt self-conscious in a clingy lycra dress, stockings and high heels.

Ignoring his gaze and feeling flustered, she said swiftly, ‘Is it finished?’

‘Come upstairs and see,’ he responded, gesturing her to follow.

It wasn’t easy ascending the loft ladder with stilettos but the struggle was worth it. When she saw the room, Emma felt quite emotional. It was a dream of a room.

‘It’s perfect,’ she breathed.

‘Glad you like it,’ replied Steve. ‘Now, before we go, is there anything else you need us to do?’

She hesitated. ‘There is something. I hope you won’t feel I’m taking advantage by asking.’

‘If you don’t ask, you won’t get,’ joked Gus.

‘Well, could you possibly bring up the bookshelves and leather chair from the garage?’

‘No problem.’

‘Thanks, I do appreciate this. It really is a lovely room.

Thank you.’

‘Don’t mention it. Oh, and payment in cash of our outstanding fee would be nice.’

‘Yes, of course.’

Back downstairs, fumbling in her purse for the right cash, Emma felt a warm glow. The meal was going to be perfect. The room was perfect. She even felt good about herself. It was going to be a perfect evening.

Then the phone rang. It was Matt. ‘Sorry, love – I really hate to do this to you, but we have a major problem at work, need to meet an important deadline. Have to stay late and I have an early start tomorrow, so I’m going to book into a hotel.’

Feeling crushed, Emma put the phone down.

‘Anything wrong?’ asked Steve, who was hovering in the doorway.

‘Nothing I’m not used to,’ she muttered quietly. ‘Hey, are you sure you’re alright?’

‘No. I’m not, actually. But it’s my problem. I’ll get your money, if you can just hang on a minute.’

Staring at herself in the bedroom mirror, feeling ridiculous in her black fuck me dress, Emma visualised her relationship with Matt spiralling down into a vortex, taking all the anger and upset with it. To her surprise she began to laugh. How ironic – their relationship was finished at the same time as the completion of the loft room. It was both funny and pathetic. Why was she wasting her energy and emotions on someone who clearly didn’t feel she was worth the effort? Emma took a deep breath and went back into the kitchen, where Steve and Gus waited awkwardly.

‘Would you like to stay for supper?’ she heard herself say. ‘I mean, it seems a shame to waste all this food. Anyway, I hate eating alone.’

Gus opened the wine and they polished off the chicken in double quick time before starting on the dessert.

‘This is delicious,’ commented Gus. ‘Terrific,’ agreed Steve.

‘You’re right,’ said Emma, spooning the creamy substance between her lips and licking the spoon provocatively.

‘Here, you’ve missed a bit.’ Steve leant across and wiped cream from the corners of her mouth, his fingers lingering. Gus watched with interest.

‘Actually, I hadn’t realised just how hungry I am.’ And with that, she took hold of his finger and began to nibble.

‘You’re tipsy,’ laughed Gus.

‘Not tipsy enough,’ she replied, pouring more wine. ‘Hey, steady on,’ said Steve.

‘Bloody men,’ she complained. ‘All the same.’ ‘No we’re not,’ protested Gus.

‘Show me, then.’

Gus leaned across the table and gently kissed her on the mouth. Responding instantly, Emma pulled him towards her and their tongues entwined. Simultaneously she felt Steve’s hands around her waist. He had got up from the table and was standing behind her, kissing her neck. She groaned and his hands slipped between her legs, feeling her wetness. Her head was spinning.

‘Let’s go upstairs,’ she gasped. ‘I want to christen the loft room.’

On the newly polished wooden floor, Emma lay spread- eagled, her dress indecently hitched up around her waist with Steve between her legs, tonguing and licking her, while Gus peeled off her stockings. She came quickly, her eyes swimming, while she was sucking Gus’s delicious cock, and while she was still recovering, he thrust his throbbing hardness into her. She heard a woman’s voice scream – ‘Screw me to the floor, you fuckster!’ and realised it was her own. She was amazed at Gus’s stamina and he kept going until she came again, which wasn’t difficult when Steve was pinching and sucking her breasts while simultaneously caressing her clitoris. While Gus was getting his breath back, Steve slid into her welcoming pussy and she came again in waves, melting into what she imagined she could describe as a state of fuckstasy. They did it on the floor, against the wall, on the rug, twice on Matt’s new desk, and on the leather chair. Emma hadn’t realised it was possible for one woman to enjoy so much pleasure and attention. Finally, exhausted, they slept.

They awoke in the early hours, limbs entwined. Emma stretched languorously and went down to the kitchen, naked except for her high heels, and made them coffee. Soon after, Gus and Steve packed their tools away and kissed her goodbye and she thanked them for all they had done.

When they had left, Emma gradually returned to earth with a thud. She couldn’t quite believe what had happened, that she had behaved so wantonly. She told herself it wasn’t her fault, that it was a combination of frustration, neglect, a need for attention – perhaps even revenge on Matt for making her feel invisible.

As soon as he arrived home from work that night, Matt knew something had changed. He couldn’t articulate what it was, but for some reason, Emma seemed different. When she said, ‘I have a surprise for you,’ he wondered what to expect. Taking him by the hand she led him upstairs and asked him to follow her up the loft ladder. Then he saw the completed loft room and he was quite overwhelmed.

‘God, Emma, I don’t know what to say. I love it. It’s wonderful.’

He kissed her lightly on the cheek. ‘I feel dreadful now about last night, for spoiling everything you planned for me.’ Suddenly he put his arms around her waist and
pulled her towards him, holding her close so she could feel his hardness pressed against her. ‘I know you think I’m work obsessed, but I really missed you last
night. I hardly slept at all.’

‘Neither did I, darling,’ she replied, her clit still tingling from the night before. ‘Shall we christen our new loft room?’

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A few months ago, my wife Karen and I were invited to a holiday party that was thrown by my boss. It was the beginning of the holiday season, and we were eager to go to a nice party, even though it was going to be mostly attended by my coworkers.

Karen and I had only been married a few years ago, after we met in college and fell in love, and we discovered very quickly in our relationship that I loved showing her off. Karen has a beautiful face and a gorgeous “girl next door” body, thin and curvy in all the right places but without looking like a plastic centerfold. Her crowning glory is her breasts, which were a small C-cup and were as perky and full as they had been in college, and were topped by perky pink nipples.

It turns me on to watch other guys stare at her, and Karen has indulged me by wearing tight dresses and low-cut tops. Once during the summer we took a trip to the south of France, and Karen even went to far as to take off her bikini top and sunbathe topless. Even jaded French tourists who had seen naked tits all day stopped and gawked at my wife’s gorgeous breasts.

But around our own friends Karen is more reserved, and that meant that when we were home she won’t show off or tease as much. Sometimes if we’re at a bar or an event where we don’t know anyone, she’ll wear a blouse that gapes open and will bend over a lot and let guys see down her shirt and get a glimpse of her nipples, but usually she’s too concerned about her reputation to do anything more.

For the holiday party, Karen decided to wear a tight skirt and a wrap-around top. She had worn it to tease guys before, because It looked conservative, but if she bent over or twisted to her side it could open up unpredictably, and if she wasn’t wearing a bra you could get a peak at her tits. But tonight she wrapped the top tightly.

I was a little disappointed, but then again these were all my coworkers, so it probably wasn’t a smart idea to have them see my wife in a compromising position. So I swallowed it and we headed off to the party.

My boss’s house was much bigger than I thought it would be, almost a mansion, and when we arrived there we were ushered past a large foyer and several big rooms before reaching the party room. It was large and filled with lots of people, many of them my work colleagues and their spouses. Holiday decorations were everywhere, including mistletoe on every doorframe.

Karen and I began to mingle and chat with the other guests. The drinks were flowing freely and after a while everyone seemed to be tipsy, and some even a little drunk. A lot of the women were also becoming a little flirty, which I was happy to see. There were many cute wives who were wearing sexy dresses, and I was happy to sit back and ogle them as they wiggled and danced around.

I lost track of Karen for a while, and when we met up again she had clearly been drinking a little.

“Are you having fun?” I asked her.

“I am!” she said. “But some of your coworkers are a little aggressive, sweetie.”

“How so?” I asked.

“Well, some of them are getting a little touchy. I’ve had more than a few hands brush my rear and a couple even graze across my boobs. That one guy you know, Brad, even tried to get me under the mistletoe and kiss me!”

That wasn’t surprising. I knew Brad had the hots for Karen ever since he had met her.

“Did you let him?” I asked.

“Well,” she hesitated. “Kind of. It was just a quick peck. You don’t mind, do you, honey? It’s just a little kiss, it didn’t mean anything. He’s just being a flirt.”

I smiled. “I don’t mind, it’s okay,” I said.

She grinned. “Come find me later, I’ll make it up to you,” and left.

I spent the next forty-five minutes wandering around. To be honest, I wasn’t that mad at Karen because I was being a little aggressive myself. One of my coworkers at the party, Christine, was an especially cute pixie-looking girl, with a short blonde hairstyle and a lean dancer’s body. I had managed to get her under one of the mistletoe and kissed her. She didn’t resist and even brushed her hand across my groin before she giggled and stumbled off. Another girl, I think her name was Mary, was very tolerant of people grabbing her bubble-butt, so I helped myself a couple of times too.

When I saw Karen walk up to me again, I immediately noticed that her top was tied much more loosely than it had been at the beginning of the night. Her cleavage was much more exposed, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. It looked like if she moved too much she would expose a lot more.

Karen saw where I was looking and whispered in my ear, “I’m showing off for you!”

“Have you been getting into trouble?” I said.

“Only a little,” she said. “I know these are your coworkers, so I’m not being too naughty. But some of the guys were definitely trying to get a peek at my boobies. That friend of yours, Tom, wasn’t even hiding it! He was staring so hard I felt sorry for him and bent over so he could see more. I may have shown too much, I think he got to see my whole breast!”

That made me smile a little. Tom was the uptight guy in our department, so knowing how desperate he was to see my wife’s tits was amusing. I assured Karen that I didn’t mind a little flashing and that it probably made Tom’s night. We soon parted again and I spent some more time flirting with other girls and chatting about work with some guys in my department and my boss.

Soon after I noticed that most of the girls had disappeared from the party. A few minutes later they poured out of a room and began to spread out to talk to their husbands. Karen walked up to me. She was bright-eyed with lust and excitement.

“Honey, the wives all want to play a game, but I’m a little worried.”

“What game?” I said.

“It’s called Strip Mistletoe,” she said. “The husbands all strip down naked and stand underneath a piece of mistletoe. The wives have to parade around and when the lights turn off, they have to stand underneath one of the mistletoe with one of the husbands. When the lights come back on, whichever wife isn’t underneath a mistletoe loses an article of clothing.”

“Wow!” I said. “That sounds really fun. Don’t you want to play?”

“Well, one of the girls was telling me that the husbands all try to get really frisky during this game. Like when the lights are off, they feel up the wives and even try to get their hands in our panties. Are you sure that’s what you want? I mean, these are your coworkers. Are you sure you won’t mind if they try to feel up your wife’s boobs?”

That did stop me for a second. Showing off a little was one thing, but was I okay with these guys I knew groping my wife? But the idea still sounded hot to me, so I nodded. “It’s fine with me, babe. Just do what you feel comfortable with.”

“Okay!” she said. “And you’re not just saying that because you want to feel up any of the wives yourself, are you?”

“Of course not!” I lied. “I just want to see you show off for me.”

“Good,” she said. “Because I volunteered you to be the odd-husband-out. You’ll just turn the lights on and off and take off the article of clothing.”

That was disappointing. I was really hoping to grope Christine a bit more. But at least I’d get to undress her, while also seeing my wife strip down and show off her body. So I agreed.

After a bit more crowd murmuring, everyone moved into the party room, where mistletoe had been set up all over the ceiling. The room had a lot of furnishing in it, which was a little surprising to me, since I didn’t see how people could rush around in the dark without running into tables or chairs.

All the guys except for me quickly stripped naked and found a piece of mistletoe to stand under. The girls all got in the center and started wandering around while the boss’s wife, Jennifer, who was a twenty-something trophy wife, put on some Christmas music and told me to keep the lights off for about a minute to give the wives time to find someone in the dark. I took my spot at the entrance to the room with light switch.

As Jennifer explained the rules to everyone, Karen walked up to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. “Honey, do you want me to be the first to lose an article of clothing? I can do that for you if you want!”

She seemed so hot with anticipation I reflexively agreed. “Yes, baby, be the first to lose.”

“Are you sure?” she said. “What if I lose my top? I’m not wearing a bra! Your coworkers will see me topless. Are you okay with that? All of these guys you work with every day, they’ll see your wife’s bare breasts! They’ll know exactly what my boobs look like, and you won’t be able to change that once it happens!”

“I’m fine with it,” I whispered back. “I want you to lose your top and show off your naked tits for me.”

She grinned and headed back to the circle of girls. Jennifer shouted “go” and the wives started wandering around. I noticed that several of them were staying close to their husbands, hoping to jump into their arms when the lights went off, but some of the more adventurous ones were wandering toward other guys.

After a few seconds, I shut the lights off. The main lights went down, but there were so many Christmas lights and electric holiday candles on that you could still see fairly easily in the dim light. There was a general shriek from the girls as they started to scramble around. Karen, I could see, made it a point not to find someone.

After a minute, I turned the lights back on. Karen was still in the center and cried a good-hearted “Oh no!”

Jennifer shouted from across the room. “Karen loses! Go to the light-switcher and tell him what you want him to take off.”

Karen walked up to me and winked so that no one could see. “I guess I’ll lose my top!” she said.

I grabbed the sides of her top and pulled them apart. Karen had loosened them enough already so that they fell away in my hands. In a swift motion I pulled it off Karen and she spun around to face the room. Everyone burst into cheers as her full naked breasts and pink puffy nipples were completely exposed. Karen had a wide grin and was blushing, which made her naked chest and flat tummy look even hotter.

The girls all got in the center of the room again and started wandering around. Every guy, all of my coworkers, were staring open-mouthed at my beautiful topless wife as her tits jiggled and bounced as she proudly walked around the room. Sometimes she would look back at me and smile, but mostly she was too wrapped up in the attention all the guys were giving her.

I turned the lights off again, and there was another commotion. This time Karen found her way to Brad. A lounge chair blocked most of my view, but I could see that the second she reached him his hands immediately went her tits. She turned her back was to him, and let him freely grope and maul her breasts.

When I turned the lights on, Mary came to the center and asked me to take off her shoes. I complied and got a chance to feel up her legs a bit. When I looked over at Karen she was leaning back into Brad, with her eyes half-closed in pleasure while he pinched and pulled her nipples.

The game went on like this for several more rounds. It was a real turn-on for me to strip down some of the wives, who let me feel them up as I took off their clothing. One wife was down to her bra and another were walking around in just a blouse and their panties. But the husbands under the mistletoe were the ones having most of the fun. They got more and more aggressive on each round, feeling up the girls and even putting her hands under their blouses and dresses.

But all the attention was still on Karen, who was the only one who was topless. She made sure to be with a different guy on each round, and even through the dim lights I could see how they eagerly groped her tits. Some of the guys she stood chest-to-chest and let them grope her all over, but with most of them she turned her back to them and pushed her ass into their groins as they fondled her tits and tummy. One round I saw her with John, a guy in the cubicle across from me at work, who seemed the whole time to be groping her ass under her skirt. The whole time she had an erotic, hot look on her face that turned me on even more.

After the next round Karen lost again. When she walked up to me she whispered, “Honey, I think I may have gone a little too far,” and lifted up her skirt. Her panties were torn in pieces, and hanging off one of her thighs. Her pussy was red and soaked.

She saw my look of surprise and confessed. “That was John. When I stood next to him, he turned me around and put his hands under my skirt. He ripped my panties a bit and pushed them to the side. and. . . and. . .”

“…and what?” I insisted.

“Well, he pushed his thing up in me, sweetie. He pushed his big thing up inside my cooch and just me rocked back and forth with it inside me while he groped my boobs. I didn’t know what to do! I wanted to stop him, I swear. But it felt really good and the lights were dim, so I thought it would be okay if I let just one of your coworkers fuck me for a little bit. Is that okay, honey? I know you wanted me to be naughty and show off, so it’s okay if I let the guys you work with fuck me a little bit, too, right?”

That was shocking to me. I was fine with them seeing Karen topless and even naked, and feeling her up a little bit, but actually fucking my wife? But something else suddenly struck me.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘the guys’? You said it was just John,” I said.

She hesitated. “Well, at first it was. But maybe some of the other husbands noticed, I don’t know, but after him they all started trying to push their cocks up inside my cooch. Every guy I got under the mistletoe with reached under my skirt and ripped my panties a bit more and then stuck his thing up inside me. Even your boss did! He was so eager that I think he even squirted his cum up inside me!”

She looked at my reluctant expression. “But that’s okay, right honey?” she whispered. “That’s what you always wanted, isn’t it? You wanted your hot naughty wife to tease all your coworkers and show off her boobs for them and let them fuck her a little bit?”

My hesitation faded away. The way she was saying it turned me on even more, and now that she had already fucked several of the guys, it wasn’t going to get any worse.

“Let me take these off and make it a little easier,” I whispered back, and ripped off her panties completely.

“I love you!” she fiercely whispered back, and joined the group of women again.

On the next round, Karen ended up with Brad again. I watched as he immediately bent her over the back of the nearby chair and seemed to stick his cock into my wife’s cunt. In the dim light I could see Karen’s mouth drop open as my coworker who’s had a crush on her for years pumped his dick in and out of her while he fondled her tits.

When the lights came on, Christine walked up to me and asked me to remove her bra. “Let’s pretend this didn’t happen at work tomorrow,” she said and smiled.

I smiled and unclasped her bra, and took a few seconds to grope her small perky breasts. As I did, I looked around. Most of the wives were getting groped very heavily, and some looked like they were also being fucked by the guy they were with. But my real attention was on my wife and Brad, who kept on pumping into her and didn’t even seem to care that the lights were on. Most of the husbands were focused on the girl they were with, but many of them still kept looking over to see Karen’s round tits bouncing and wobbling as Brad pounded into her.

On the next round Karen lost again and walked up to me. “Honey, I want to be the first naked. Okay? I want all your coworkers to see me my bare boobs and bush and watch me walk around totally naked in front of them. I want you to see me showing off for you and watch them grope my boobies and fuck me. You want to see that, right? You want to see all the guys you work with stare at your naughty naked wife and feel up her boobies and stick their cocks inside her?”

“Yes, baby,” I said. “Go show off for me.” She grinned and announced to the room that she was going to lose her skirt. I pulled it down and my wife stepped out of it, completely naked in front of all my coworkers. Everyone could now see my wife’s full naked tits, her flat stomach and her trimmed bush. Karen walked back to the center of the room and paraded around, grinning as everyone ogled the most private parts of her body.

As hot as it was, I was a little conflicted. These guys were people I knew and saw everyday. My wife was someone they occasionally saw at social events or when she met me at the office, and now they were all watching her naked and even getting a chance to fuck her. What was it going to be like at the company from now on, working with all these guys who had seen me wife naked and had fucked her?

I pondered this even more over the next few rounds, as Karen made sure to get with every guy. During one round I saw her again with my boss, who in the dark was bending her over a table and looked to have his cock inside her. Another time she was with a guy closer to me, who went so far as to stand her up against a wall and fuck her against it. She made eye contact with me and shyly grinned as she grabbed his ass and drove him into her pussy even further. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder watching my wife smiling at me while her tits bounced with the rhythm of another guy pounding into her.

After a few more rounds, the girls were all totally naked. Many of them looked like they had been fucked at least once, but some of them were clearly resisting anything more than just groping. Only Karen looked like she had let all the guys do anything they wanted.

After another hour of playing with all the wives naked, we decided to call it quits. Karen and I accepted an invitation to sleep over and I quickly pulled her into the bedroom. As soon as we got in, she pulled my clothes off and started stroking my cock.

“Did you have fun tonight, sweetie? You’re not mad at me, are you?” she said.

“No,” I said, “why would I be mad?”

“I got really carried away, I think,” she said. “I let all your coworkers stick their cocks in me at least twice, and some even more. A lot of them even shot their hot cum up in my cooch! Your boss did twice. So did Brad. And all the other guys kept feeling up my boobs and butt while they fucked me. Everyone noticed, too, I could feel them all staring at me in the dark while I let their husbands play with my tits and fuck me. I’m going to be so embarrassed tomorrow!”

She started stroking me harder and harder. “But you’re happy with it, right? I know you always want your wife to be naughty and flash her boobies and show off for you, and I wanted to make you happy and let your friends see me naked and feel me up as much as they wanted. I wanted you to see all of them take turns fucking your naughty wife and shooting their cum inside her. It was so exciting, but mostly I did it to make you happy!”

Karen reached down and took my cock in her mouth, and I groaned as I came harder than I ever have in my life. She swallowed every drop, and after I collapsed onto the bed she snuggled up next to me.

“I love you, baby! And maybe next time I’ll be just as naughty!” she cooed. It sounded like a great idea to me.

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‘I don’t believe it. Gary, I haven’t seen you since you left our little grind joint for Caesar’s. What’s it been, six months? C’mon in but first give me a big hug and a kiss.’
After hugging and kissing, Gary introduces me to his friend. ‘Loretta this is my very good friend, Bobby.’
Bobby took my offered hand and said, ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you Loretta. Gary has told me so many good things about you.’
‘Glad to meet you Bobby. Any friend of Gary’s is always welcome here. Both of you have a seat. Let me get something to drink.’
As I headed toward the kitchen, I paused to ask, ‘What’ll you guys have?’
‘I’ll have a beer.’ ‘Bobby?’
‘I’m fine, thank you.’
‘No, you’re not. Tell you what. I’m going to open a bottle of wine. Would you like a glass?’
‘Sure. Why not?’

Loretta headed into the kitchen of her small apartment. I watched her go. At 5′ 8”, she seemed tall. At least taller than I was used to at the ripe old age of twenty-two. She had a cute face but her skin was dappled and weathered. She had large blue eyes, a turned up pug nose and full lips. She had on shorts and a halter. She had nicely shaped legs but there were patches of surface veining from being on her feet so much. She did have a shapely posterior but there wasn’t much definition at her waist. I determined she must be in her mid to late thirties. In other words she wasn’t bad but I initially thought she looked used.

That was my first impression of the woman that came to wield more influence on me than any woman and helped me develop into the man I am today.

I headed toward the kitchen. ‘Can I open the bottle for you?’

‘Thanks Bobby, but I wouldn’t be much of a cocktail waitress if I couldn’t open a bottle of Beaujolais,’ she said, peeking around the corner from the kitchen. ‘So tell me what good things has Gar told you about me,’ she added with a salacious wink.

‘He said you were smart and could help m–’ Gary interrupted, ‘I said you were nice and friendly. I told him you really know human nature and might be able to help him with his problem.’
I felt myself reddening. ‘Gary, Please! This is embarrassing enough!’
‘Do you want help or not?’ I nodded.
‘Do you want to tell her or me to tell her?’ ‘No, go ahead.’

Loretta smiled and said, ‘Alright already. Someone tell me the big secret.

‘Okay, Bobby was married to his college sweetheart for about sixteen months and then she took off and moved in with a guy.

I added, ‘I was very hurt for a while but now I’m over it.

With Gary’s help I hope to get back in circulation.’

‘Trouble is Bobby is a little backward when it comes to women,’ added Gary, ‘Mary leaving him and moving in with her tennis instructor really shattered his confidence, so I was hoping you could help him. You know, teach him how to act around women, what to say to them, how to make them laugh and how to seduce them.’

I was surprised. Bobby was a handsome, personable young man. Surely he couldn’t have that much trouble finding companionship? I decided I liked Bobby and would try to help him.
‘What makes you think I can help him?’
‘I don’t know. I just have a feeling. You’re friendly, jovial, have a great personality and you said yourself that you know a lot about foreplay and sex.’
I looked at Bobby. ‘Let me ask you a question, Bobby?
Are you a good lover?’ ‘What do you mean?’
‘What I mean, dear Bobby, is, do you consider yourself a good FUCK!’
Bobby turned bright red.
I laughed, ‘Boy, you are a shy one, aren’t you? I’ve got an idea. Did the two of you come together?’
Bobby answered, ‘Yes, I left my car at Gary’s.’
‘Gary, Bobby and I are going to get into some personal matters. Would you be a dear and leave Bobby here tonight and pick him up in the morning? That is if it’s all right with you, Bobby?’
Bobby turned even redder. ‘Ah…yes…I suppose so.’

Gary came over and hugged Bobby. ‘You listen to Loretta. She’ll get you straightened out.’
Then he hugged me and whispered in my ear. ‘He may not tell you this because it embarrasses him. Bobby has trouble getting and staying hard. He needs his confidence restored, if you know what I mean.’
Gary pulled away and said, ‘Take good care of my friend.’
‘You can count on it.’ I replied and winked.
Gary walked to the door and waved to Bobby. Bobby waved back and Gary stepped through the door.
I closed the door behind him and threw the deadbolt.
Bobby was all mine!

Loretta came up to me and said, ‘Bobby there are two ways we can approach this, platonically or intimately.’
I felt myself flush again. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I can be your helpful big sister or your sex therapist.’
My face must have registered confusion, because she continued.
‘To put it bluntly, we can talk or we can fuck and talk.’
I flushed again but this time I felt a stirring in my groin. For the first time I began to look upon Loretta as a potential sex partner and it excited me.
‘Which do you prefer?’ Loretta continued.
‘Can we sit on the couch and see where it leads?’ Why was I fighting it?
She took my hand and I felt a sensation that ran all the way to my penis. She led me to the couch and set me down before sitting next to me. She put her hand on my thigh, sending another shock to my genitals.
‘So tell me, Bobby. What exactly are your goals?’ ‘I want to go back to school and be a –’
She laughed. She had nice laugh.

‘No silly!’ she said interrupting me. ‘What is your goal here – with me. Do you want to be a player, a sexual predator, or get enough confidence and presence to find a girl and settle down again?’
‘I suppose I’d like to be a player until I can find someone special.’
‘Good. Let me ask you this. Your ex-wife left you for another man, right?’
‘Yes, except we’re still married.’
‘Alright, your wife’s cheating on you and it hurts like hell, doesn’t it?
I wondered where she was going. ‘Yes. Why are you bringing this up?’
‘Two reasons. First, if you become a player and then find that special someone, could you stop being a player and be true to that girl?’
‘Oh yeah. That’s the way I am at heart. What’s the second thing?’
‘The second thing depends.’ ‘Depends on what?’
‘If you find me attractive?’ She moved her hand halfway up my thigh, within inches of my growing phallus. I could barely breathe.
‘What difference would it make if I found you attractive.’ ‘We have to work on your naivety. Do you find me
attractive?’ ‘Yes, yes.’
‘Then I’d like you to take your hurt out on me.’
Loretta suddenly left the couch and got on her knees in front of me. She undid my belt, unzipped my jeans and pulled my hard-on out from my briefs.

I thought Bobby would faint as I pulled his cock out from his pants; he was so uptight. Not bad-looking though. Tall and thin, wiry actually, with a boyish grin and a wave of blond hair falling just over his baby blues. This was like seducing a teen. I kept reminding myself that Bobby was a grown-up, even though I was almost twice his age.
His cock was average in size and appearance, standing straight up, awaiting the application of a warm, moist oral cavity. I love sucking cocks. I would never tell Bobby but I must have sucked a couple of hundred. Hey, practice makes perfect! There’s something about having a man’s sex filling up my mouth that drives me crazy. I don’t even mind the semen. In fact Bobby is so clean and sexy, I just might swallow his load.
I wrapped my right hand around the base of his six-inch tool and took the rest of him in my mouth. Bobby jerked around spasmodically while I applied all the sexual wiles I had accumulated in my thirty-seven years. Rotating my hand back and forth upon his staff, my other hand cupped his gonads and squeezed. My tongue flitted over the sensitive underside of his cock.

That’s what I loved about sucking cocks – Bobby was out of control and I, as long as my mouth held his cock, was fully in control.

I couldn’t believe it. Loretta freed my erect penis from the confines of my jeans. Held it in her hand, stroked it a couple times, stopped, stared at it, smiled and then swallowed it.

I don’t remember much after that. Mary and I had tried this a few times and it felt good, but it was amateur hour compared to what Loretta was doing. She was doing all kinds of nasty things. It was divine. I never knew oral sex could be so heavenly. That’s when I decided to learn everything this woman could teach me. I wanted to be her star pupil. I wanted to give like this as well as receive.

‘Oh Loretta! You are so fucking good please don’t stop. I feel wonderful. Ow ahhh. That’s it swallow my cock.’ I grabbed Loretta’s somewhat messy, blonde hair. I placed both of my hands upon her head above her ears, directing her mouth’s up and down motion. Then I began to raise my cock up in rhythm to meet her downward oral thrusts.
Then it began. The wonderful, tingly sensation that inexorably built up signalling the beginning of a massive orgasm. ‘Ohhh oh! I’m gonna cum,’ he warned her. But she didn’t pull away. If anything, she sucked me even harder, even as my cock ejaculated into her mouth.

With his cock still in my mouth, I looked up at my young plaything. He was trembling but he had a beatific appearance on his adorable face. He saw me looking and smiled. He still held my head in his hands and lifted it and me up. He brought my lips to his lips. Despite the fact that I had just swallowed his cum, he kissed me.
‘That was like a slice of heaven. I want you to see stars like I did. Take me into your bedroom and teach me.’
I grasped Bobby’s hand and led him into my boudoir. My bedroom is very feminine and sexy. Bobby’s eyes grew wide when I flipped the light switch.

Holding my hand, Loretta led me into her bedroom. I was a step behind her, so I was able to admire her shapely ass. I was picturing it naked when she turned the light on in her bedroom. The room was large, inviting, frilly and very sexy. Decorated in warm yellows and peaches, there was the occasional red or pink accent. The white-washed furniture appeared to be antique and contained a plethora of knick- knacks and trinkets. Several tasteful paintings of nude

women dotted the walls, except for the far wall, which held a ballet bar and was fully mirrored. The king-sized bed jutted out from the wall to my right. The ceiling above the bed and the headboard were mirrored and a sign above the headboard trumpeted what was about to happen:
This is where I sleep and if I’m lucky – FUCK!
‘What do you think?’ she asked.
‘I think it looks like a fun place to sleep…and FUCK!’ ‘Now you’re getting into the spirit.’
Loretta went to her closet and grabbed a garment. She walked over to me and gave me peck on the lips. ‘Since you just climaxed, we’ll take it slow.’ She handed me the garment – a blue satin robe. ‘Here, put this on. I’ll be back in a minute.’

Loretta gathered something out of her dresser and glided into the bathroom. I took off my clothes and slipped into Loretta’s robe. Anticipation was stimulating my libido. By the time Loretta emerged from her bathroom I was semi- erect. Seeing Loretta completed my erection. She was wearing black nylons, a black garter belt, with no panties and a non-functional black bra that was designed to show off the breasts rather than support them. And show them off it did. Loretta possessed a fine set of C-cup knockers with sexy raised pink nipples. The garments acted as an enhancement to her nakedness. All the best bits were exposed, but tantalisingly hidden with bits of lacy cloth.

I came out of the bathroom practically naked. I had hoped to get him excited enough to make love. Two reasons: I thought that would get his mind off of his cheating wife and I wanted his hot cock inside me. Unfortunately the expression upon his face resembled more a lamb going to slaughter, than a man being led to sexual bliss.

I sauntered up to him and started to make a comment about the robe but he precluded that by taking me in his arms and kissing me. His tongue entered my mouth, sought out and found mine. He went through the motions but because of inexperience or other reasons he wasn’t a very good kisser. Something I need to tutor. I did notice something positive though. A stiff bulge was trying to penetrate my belly button.
I reached down and grabbed his erection. ‘My, my. It didn’t take you long to get rejuvenated, did it?’ He smiled that shy little boy smile. God I loved that smile. It’s too bad my goal was to trade that innocent smile for one of cocky self-assurance. But, at least for the time being, he was my innocent little hunk. As I stroked his cock I told him, ‘Suck on my tits, Bobby. Good. Put your hand under it. Move your tongue around the nipple. That’s it. Now, do that with your hand on my other nipple. Good, I like that. Nibble on it, but not too hard. That’s it. Now suck on the other one. Ohhh, that’s good. Bobby?’
‘Yes?’
Pulling him toward the bed, I said, ‘I’m ready for you to bury it inside me now.’
I laid on the bed and spread my legs. I pulled him down and opened his robe. He shrugged the robe off and it fluttered to the floor. Still holding his cock I placed a condom, which I had tucked away, on his staff and said, ‘I want you to make me lucky.’

He looked confused, so I used my free hand and pointed over the headboard. ‘My sign, remember?’
Recollection flashed in his eyes as I inserted him into my warm wet pussy.

He wasn’t bad. He had good movement and a varied technique. As he fucked me he began sucking on my tits once more. My hands were on his fine tight ass urging him in and out. I said to Bobby, ‘Honey, if it’s all right with you, we’ll spend a lot of time together and I will teach you to be a great lover and seducer, but would you mind if I just enjoy your stiff cock inside me tonight?’

Bobby didn’t answer. His response was to smile and double the pace of his thrusts. Ooooh! He was good! ‘That’s it baby fuck me hard. Ummm. Fuck my brains out. Give me every inch of your cock. Ooooh, ahhh! Give it all to me, don’t save any of it. Fuck – fuck – fuck! Can you reach my tits? Fondle my tits, tickle my nipples. Suck on them. That’s it lover. Run your tongue around them but don’t stop giving me your hard cock. You’re a fantastic lover. Oooh, yeah! Take your hurt out on my pussy with your vicious weapon.’

‘That’s it. Feels good doesn’t it? Now roll me over. I want to be on top.’ After rolling over, I straddled Bobby. ‘I want you to watch me fucking you! Look beside and above us in the mirror. Watch us fuck. Pretend that Mary is watching us fuck. I want to make you forget that cheating bitch.’

I began riding Bobby like he was a saddle, gnashing my entire vulva into his pubis as his pretty penis was buried to the hilt inside me. Soon, I reached my own Sexual Joy with a seizure-like display that made Bobby come once more.

I thought, Bobby isn’t going to need much help when it comes to fucking. I hope I can rejuvenate him again. If so, this is going to be a long night.

I’ll have remember to send my friend Gary a thank you note.

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I’d like to blame it on the wine but I’m not much of a liar. I will chalk it up to a really good sweaty romp and then a rather erotic thriller. The movie got me going all over again but by the time the good parts were over, it was time for Steven to go to bed.

‘Good night, love.’ He ruffled my short blonde hair and gave me a long lingering kiss. ‘We need to do that again tomorrow but for now I’m off to bed. Early morning.’

And he was gone and I was horny. Again. I finished my wine, flipped through a magazine, and read a sex survey. That didn’t help. Basically, I stewed in my own juices, so to speak.

I was just about to give up. Throw in the towel. When it hit me. Again, maybe the wine, maybe the thriller, maybe the fuck. I really don’t know what did it. I didn’t care. I grabbed the pad of sticky notes from the desk and began writing furiously. When I went to bed, it was stuck to the coffee pot. My little love note for Steven.

What do you want? Your wildest fantasy (or fantasies). Anything you want. Spill!

Love, Loren

I had forgotten the note in the morning. It was Saturday so I lingered in bed. I was sad, I’ll admit, that Steven had to go to work. His side of the bed, cold and unoccupied was enough to make me want to call him and tell him to come home. Come home and fuck your woman. In my mind’s eye I could see myself dialling my cell. I could hear myself making this giggling but authoritative command. He had to work, though, and I was fine with that. I was just lonely.

I ran my hands over my soft negligee. Felt my nipples turn to hard pink pearls under my fingers. My pussy went soft and wet and I let out a sigh. Somehow, as horny as I was, the thought of rubbing one off alone in bed was disappointing. I would go downstairs and make some coffee and wait until Steve got home. Then I would attack him like a horny mountain lion.

I was still laughing at the thought of a hormone-induced attack on my studly guy when I wandered into the kitchen. There it was. Hot pink. Innocent to look at. A sticky note for me.

TO    SEE    YOU    WITH    ANOTHER     WOMAN.    NO TOUCHING FOR ME. JUST WATCHING.

LOVE, STEVE

Somehow the sight of his answer, boldly printed all in caps, did me in. I did it right there. Clutching at the pantry door, fingers working furiously and wetly under my nighty. It only took a few minutes. My fingers diving greedily into my humid wet cunt, my thumb rubbing roughly but expertly over my clit. I stared at the words as I came in one long, delicious spasm. Little animal sounds rushed out of my throat and I collapsed on the cold linoleum in a glowing, warm heap.

I needed to leave him notes more often.

My fingers still tacky and shaking, my knees still knocking, I claimed the hot pink square and stuck it firmly in my day planner. I made my coffee, enjoyed my afterglow and mentally calculated how many hours I had to wait for him to get home.

‘I’m home!’ Steven’s face lit with a tired but happy grin. ‘Thank God! Oooph-’

The last part was my fault. I launched myself at him like a lusty groupie and kissed him long and hard. I pushed my tongue past his soft lips and tangled it with his. I plundered that hot sensuous mouth and pushed my wet pussy against his belt buckle, my legs tightly clamped around his lean middle.

‘Did you miss me?’ he laughed as I slid my tongue down his neck, nuzzling him at the base where his cologne seems to settle. A nice warm, manly scent that hovers in the hollow of his throat.

His big hands palmed my ass and he groaned. Shifting me a little lower so my crotch was level with his, I could feel the growing bulge of his awakening cock.

‘I liked your note,’ I sighed and pushed myself against his hard-on. Shameless hussy. That’s me.

‘I can tell.’

‘Come on, come on, come on,’ I was practically barking as I set my feet on the cold floor and pulled him toward the sofa. ‘Off with the jeans! Off with the shirt!’ I directed, stripping my leggings and sweatshirt off.

‘As long as you don’t say, ‘Off with his head!’,’ he chuckled. But he obeyed. He soon stood before me completely naked, his beautiful cock a blushing purple and standing straight up toward his flat belly.

‘On the sofa!’ I could hear my demanding tone but couldn’t seem to control it. I was in a fog. A thick fog of lust and need. I always wanted Steven, but right now I needed him. My body thumped with a pulse of arousal and craving. I need him. Hard cock. Hot cunt. His. In mine. Now.

I straddled him, the soft green sofa cushions engulfing my knees. Without preamble I sank down onto his dick, sighing with what sounded like relief to my own ears. Within three desperate strokes, my thighs were soaked from my own juices.

‘Correspondence is inspiring,’ Steven muttered as his eyes rolled back in his head. He looked like he was in pain.

‘Am I hurting you?’ I grunted. It was all I could manage. I admit, though, I didn’t slow my frenzied pace for even a moment.

‘Fuck no!’ He grabbed my hips as if for emphasis. Big fingers digging into my soft, flushed skin and propelling me faster with his strong hands. His hips pumped up as he drove into me.

‘Best note ever…’ I mumbled as my cunt seized up, gripped him greedily and then fluttered around him as my orgasm roared through all of me. Even the roots of my hair tingled and I swore I heard myself cry out, ‘Evvvvvver…!’

Steven yanked me against him and I felt him pump into me. Hot wet come. Filling me. For the first time ever I really felt it, the incredibly warm emptying of his body into mine.

I collapsed, exhausted and panting onto his chest; our breathing creating a nice little cha-cha number.

‘Sorry about the ninja attack,’ I giggled but my wet insides still fluttered and pulsed around his deflating cock. It would work for every last flicker of pleasure, it seemed.

‘Loren, you can go ninja on my ass any day of the week.’ And then he kissed me.

Steven went to bed early that night. I think I wore him out. I weighed the pros and cons and then my mind flashed to that first seductive moment of my body engulfing his and my mind was made up. Before I locked up for the night, I grabbed my faithful sticky notes and wrote another. I was humming merrily as I shut off the kitchen light. I could see its little square shadow as I left. I smiled, knowing what it said.

What else! I’m begging. Hands and knees. Tell me.

Love, Loren

I climbed into bed, snuggled up against a loudly snoring hunk of man and drifted off to sleep. Somehow I couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off my face even as I slipped into dreamland.

Sunday morning didn’t so much break in as creep in. Gray, murky light filled the bedroom. Another overcast February morning. I stretched and yawned loudly. My hands found the cool empty spot on the sheets where Steven should be. A momentary blip of sadness skittered across my internal radar screen and I sighed. Then I remembered the sticky note I had left and I tore down to the kitchen. I didn’t even bother to put on slippers or a robe. I didn’t care if I froze. I wanted to see my note.

My bare feet slapped the cold linoleum as I ran to the coffee pot. There it was! I was so excited. My belly did a flip and my nipples grew hard.

I claimed my hot pink prize and read.

I WANT TO FUCK YOU IN PUBLIC. MAYBE THE DARK SMOKY CORNER OF THE CLUB. UP AGAINST THE WALL. HANDS UNDER YOUR DRESS. YOUR LEG WRAPPED AROUND MY WAIST…

LOVE, STEVE

Oooooh. I caught my breath, sank into a kitchen chair and once again settled in for some self-abuse. My fingers made quick work of my swollen clit. Two fingers plunged into my flooded pussy as an accompanying finger played a rousing number of God-I-am-turned-on on my clit. I stared at the words, read the sentence over and over until my insides were so tight it was nearly painful. Then I focused on my favourite sentence: MY HANDS UNDER YOUR DRESS. These were his hands under my nightgown. Steven’s hands. Under there. For all to see…

The orgasm left me bedraggled and flushed. A stupid smile on my face. I drank my coffee, puttered and counted the minutes. When he came through the door I was waiting for him. Only this time he was prepared.

I wasn’t very creative, I’ll admit. I once again did my animalistic pounce the moment he shut the front door. Only this time, he promptly dropped his briefcase and held his hands out. At least I wasn’t afraid I’d hurt him this time.

‘You’re wearing a dress!’ he exclaimed around my wandering, plundering tongue. He kissed me back and laughed against my lips.

‘Yes, yes!’ I hissed, ‘Now put your hands under it.’

‘Ah, our missives have done a number on you again.’ His tone was teasing but his hands were big and warm as they slid under my short dress. Goosebumps and baby hairs along my spine sprang to attention and my pussy did that persistent little thump, thump, thump! that signals impending orgasm. Dear Lord! He hadn’t even touched me yet. Well, none of the naughty bits.

I didn’t stop to ask what a missive was. I simply wrapped my legs around his waist and shoved my pelvis against his. I ground against the erection I found there, refraining from whooping in joy. Barely. ‘Sofa, sofa, sofa!’ I took up the chant as my brain seemed to short- circuit.

There it was again. An overwhelming need. Urge. Compulsion. I had to have him in me and it had to be now. Steven complied. Smart man. This time there was no upper hand for me. The moment we hit the sofa, Steven flipped me on my back and pinned my arms above my head. His other hand slid and groped and pushed its way greedily under my dress. His breath beat warmly against my throat as he practically panted.

‘Good Lord, what has gotten into us?’ he growled.

Steven didn’t stop for an answer. My two thin wrists held tightly in his strong hand, he slid down my body and buried his face in my pussy. Like a crazy man he snuffled and licked and ate at me until I was making little whoop, whoop sounds. What the hell was that? Didn’t know, didn’t care. I let my thighs fall open and he burrowed deeper, shoving the rigid tip of his tongue into my tight, wet entrance. I clamped my knees around his head as his perfect lips worked their way back up to my clit. I came so hard, I feared I’d given him a head injury. But he was fine, forcing his way between my legs roughly. His cock was hard and already leaking a steady stream of pre-come. I licked my lips and he allowed me one good swallow and one good stroke of my tongue over his slit before he whipped it away. He got between my thighs.

‘Fuck.’ That was it. That’s all he said as he slid into me. My cunt, still echoing from my orgasm, latched on and clenched him tightly. Little aftershocks of pleasure lit up my insides.

It felt so good. Unbearably good. I clamped down. I made my pussy as tight as I could until the friction of his thrusts nearly drove me insane.

‘Fuck,’ he said again.

A few more frantic pounds and his body went rigid in my arms. I felt his cock swell even larger for just a moment before he jerked against me and came with a long low moan. I joined him. Just watching his face and the power in his body as he came was enough to shove me right over the edge into another orgasm.

After a sweaty moment of tangled laughing, he stared up into my eyes. ‘You’re not drugging me, are you?’

I giggled until I thought I would cry. ‘Nope. No drugs.’

Steven kissed me on the lips, the nose, the forehead. He climbed from me, steadied himself and ran a hand through his thick black hair. ‘Beer? You want a beer? I need a beer. I’ll get us some beers.’

I could only grin as he wandered into the kitchen buck naked and chuckling.

Now I was preoccupied. All I could think about was what might be going on in that handsome head of his. As usual, he went to bed long before me. I sipped a glass of Cabernet and watched a little TV and tried not to think of crisp square pieces of paper that could be stuck to virtually any smooth surface. I cracked. I knew I would.

Before bed, I wrote my now normal love note and affixed it in its usual place. My notes had become as intense as my sexual urges.

And!? What else? I need more!

Your slut, Loren

Monday morning dawned just as bleak. It was even more depressing because my alarm went off at 6:30. A work day. Yippee! I turned it off and stretched, taking a moment to sniff at Steven’s pillow. The warm, familiar scent of him clung to the pillowcase and I felt a stirring of my now ever- present arousal. Then I remembered my note.

I barely noticed that it was snowing outside my kitchen window as I yanked my pink prize from the coffee pot.

I WANT TO SHOVE YOU UNDER A VERY ELEGANT TABLE IN A VERY ELEGANT RESTAURANT. PUT MY COCK BETWEEN THOSE PERFECT PINK LIPS AND HAVE YOU BLOW ME UNTIL I BREAK MY WATER GLASS.

YOUR SEX MONKEY, STEVE

Ah! Just the thought. The wonderful taboo thought of doing that in one of the very nice, very posh restaurants we frequented was enough to bring a warm sluice of fluids between my thighs. This was too much. This was not a masturbate in the kitchen note. This called for the big guns.  I eyed the clock, calculated my allotted time to get to work. I nearly broke my neck getting up the steps to the bedroom. I opened my middle dresser drawer and rummaged until I found it. Ahhhh. My vibrator.

All pretty and pink and smooth and jelly filled and vibrating; at my mercy and very talented. I clutched the note, flipped the ON button and dove onto the bed. No lube needed, I was soaked, I worked it inside myself and let out a blissful sigh as it danced inside of me. I closed my eyes and saw myself in my most elegant black dress, strappy black heels, under the table. Dark and warm. Steven’s naked cock. His hand on the back of my head. Pushing me. Urging me.

Not always gentle. Fucking my mouth. Me under there. In the dark. Warm and cosy and cave-like. Licking up  his shaft. His spasm in my mouth. Drinking in his warm milky come.

I gave the vibrator a run for its money as I came with a bellow and a long lusty laugh. My heart was beating so hard my eardrums vibrated. I climbed from bed, my body like taffy. Warm and happy. Completely loose. I’ve never been so happy to get ready for work.

The day at work was a treat. I was so content I just didn’t care. I didn’t care that they screwed up my pay-check. I didn’t care that the voice recognition system had made a grievous error in a legal report. It should have read: ‘The client was injured at work while dragging a trash can’. What the system entered was: ‘The client was injured at work by a dragon with a tin can’. This should have been enough to send me into a tailspin. Oddly enough, I found it extremely humorous. The sigh of relief from my assistant was audible.

Even rush hour traffic didn’t bother me. Sitting and inching my way home didn’t set me off like it normally would. Every time I had to sit and wait, I pulled Steven’s sticky note out of my day planner and read it. And got hotter. Hornier. Crazed.

This time he was waiting for me. He grabbed me the moment I shut the door, took my bag and pushed me to my knees. Then, never taking his eyes from mine, he unzipped his khakis, freed his cock and pushed the already engorged head against my lips.

I opened for him compliantly and played my tongue over the weeping slit. Then I fell on him as if I were starved. And I was. The taste of his salty warm skin on my tongue was heaven. The hot hard length of his erection, like suede covered marble. So hard and yet so pliant. He tasted like sex and love and man.

I licked my palm several times, plunged his cock back in my mouth and moved my slick fist in tandem. Steven buried his hands in my hair and rocked against me. Moving back on his heels, head tilted back, eyes closed. All harsh breath and rumbling growls deep in his throat. The urgency in his sounds sent a thrilling shiver down my spine and I sucked harder and deeper than ever before. I couldn’t settle for anything less than making him lose control.

I loosened my throat and burrowed my nose against his pubic bone. Let him slide all the way home in my throat and I palmed his balls and let my middle finger skim his perineum. That did it.

Steven roared, ‘Loren!’ as he came and just the sound of my name tearing out of him like that soaked my panties.

Steven scooped me up and collapsed in the overstuffed arm chair with me on his lap. He kissed me, opening my mouth with his tongue. He kissed me deeply until we both tasted like him and warm wet kisses.

‘Think we’ll ever do any of them?’ I asked, squirming just a little in my wet panties.

Steven shifted under me. My squirming had done wonders. I could feel him getting hard already. He acknowledged my observation by pushing his cock against my ass. ‘Well, I’d say just talking about them is keeping us busy at the moment,’ he said with a grin. He pumped his hips up again and I noticed that hardening had turned to hard.

‘I’d like to try them all some day,’ I laughed, squirming just to be evil. ‘But you’re right. Just talking about it is making me a sex addict.’

‘Well, if you’re curious,’ he said, sliding his hand up under my skirt and hooking a finger in my panties, ‘ I have a few more.’ Then he plunged two blunt fingers into my cunt and I shuddered around him. ‘For instance-’

I shoved my palm against his lips and pushed my pussy against his hand. Forcing him to probe and push deep inside of me. ‘Don’t tell me! Don’t tell me!’ I sighed, squirming some more. ‘Leave me a note.’

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