Message-ID: <17805eli$9812040429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Darren Brewer" Subject: Latebird (M/F, Cheat, semi) (fwd) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981203194318.18748.qmail@hotmail.com> > > >LATEBIRD (M/F, tease, light semi) > > >Copyright May 1998 by Sam Hammer > >The usual disclaimer applies. If it's illegal, immoral or under the >legal age of consent where you live then don't read the following text. >Archive okay as long as its not sold for viewing. If you do, then I >will want my cut too!-Sam Hammer > >Comments and Reviews are alway encouraged. No flames please. > >******************** >Sam Hammer Presents: >******************** > > Latebird > > >I never should've agreed to such a stupid act. Now I'm trouble. Big big >trouble. The worst part is that it's not my fault. Well, not all of it, >some of it must belong to my husband, the latebird. > > Yes the latebird. That man was late for everything. Our first date >the first day at his job, shoot, everyday at his job. The slowpoke was >even late for our wedding. But I do love the little lug. Yes, Ward >is pretty short, only five feet five but since I'm only five two all >men seem tall to me. > > The stupid thing? I gave in to my husbands fantasy of teasing other >guys. The first time it happened was at his companies christmas party. >I bought three different dresses and just happened to settle on the >shortest one. I matched it with my highest heels. The result was that >his boss never left his side all night just so he could keep his eyes on >my legs. > > I mean I'm not a super model, but just a small framed female with a >decent proportional body. Not giant jugs but better small ones. I do >swim almost every day, weather permitting, so I've pretty much kept my >college co-ed figure. > > It took me a while to admit it but I really did enjoy the all of the >attention both men lavished on me. I mean I never had to get my a drink >and it was so nice to have my chair pulled out for me when I finished >dancing. It was the dancing that did it. > > It was a slow dance and his boss asked Ward politely if I would >dance with him. Ward agreed, but I thought he would be really pissed >by the way he was holding me so close. The lecher took every chance >to look down my top and I know he was trying to see my reaction when >I felt his erection press into me. I hoped he didn't hear me gasp >when he actually rolled my hips to make sure I knew I had aroused him. > > Big deal. Ward gets aroused if I lower my voice a bit. I think all >guys get aroused pretty aroused easy and said so. > > It was on the way home that Ward nodded. "Well, we're men, what can we >do?" > > I should've been pissed at his lack of action. "So you think it is >okay if some guys rubs himself on me?" > > He sorta shrugged and changed the radio station. "It was just an >innocent squeeze, besides I know married a hot little broad, it was >fun seeing you order my boss around. butthole never returned with a >single drink for me, just you and him." > > I snapped back. "He reached down, cupped my asscheeks and pressed >me into his hard on. That was an innocent squeeze?" > > He turned slowly back to me with a smile. "Well, okay you teased him >a bit. I didn't know he did all that." > > I found it hard to believe he didn't see his boss groping me on the >dance floor with all of his coworker watching. "What do you mean >you didn't know?" > > "I was late getting back with the drinks. Sorry I missed it." > > Now I was getting a tiny bit pissed. "He had me for two slow songs. >I kept expecting you to cut in and now you tell me you missed it?" > > Another shrug. "Well, did you like it?" > > "No." > > My husbands knows pretty me well. "You mean you didn't like the fact >that you were cockteasing him?" > > Now it was my turn to smile. "Well, it was a little fun and I think he's >pretty safe. He even protected me from Frank, then Frank protected me from >him." > > "Frank Gordon? He tried something? What?" > > I sighed a bit. You see Frank Gordon is his main competition at work. >Both are always trying to outdo the other. The problem is Frank isn't >married and is willing to spend extra time at work on projects. Ward >is always late with his projects despite the fact that I told him it's >okay if he works late. I'm not the type of woman that has to have her >husband under lock and key. I'm a housewife and I depend on Ward to >work and move us ahead. > > "Yes, he tried to cut in several times. I remembered some of the things >you said about him and wondered if you would return and cut in yourself. But >your boss wouldn't give me up so easily. Remember later in the parking lot, >Frank left before you could get to us?" > > Ward nodded slightly. "Yeah, so?" > > I snapped at him again. "Well, your kind old fart of a boss was giving >me every reason to slap his face. He propositioned me and was not even >hearing out not interested I was. Frank left his own date, came over and >wouldn't leave until you came out. As soon as they saw you, they both >left." > > Ward shrugged his shoulders. "What could I do, the damn coatcheck girl >made me late. Still, looks like that A-hole is good for something, but it >does give me an idea though." > > His ideas are normally trouble for the two of us. "What kind of idea? >Ward, what are you up to?" > > He looked as if he had some master plan already devised. He took the >time to ogle his wife and cleared his throat. "Well, the two of us are >involved with a big project at work. He's ahead of schedule and..." > > "You're behind schedule? Why am I not surprised?" > > Ward shrugged his shoulders again. "I think I have a lot more to do >then he does. Anyway, I could arrange for some data that he needs to be >'accidently' left at the house. I'll bet you anything that he drops >whatever he is doing and will rush out our way. When he arrives, you >just make him late. For once, I'll be ahead of him." > > I raised my eyebrows and lowered my chin. "How am I supposed to make >him late?" > > "The same way you worked my boss. Just talk sweetly and let him look >at you. The guy is a major league pussyhound once he gets a gander at >you in that dress..." > > I stopped him. "I'm not wearing a cocktail dress in the middle of the >afternoon!" > > My husband changed the radio station back. "Yeah, okay, I'll put >somethings out for you to wear. Don't worry, I know what men like." > > "Ward, Do you realize that you are planning to dress me up to turn on >your worst rival? Is that what you want?" > > "Krist, you don't have to fuck the guy just work him a little. I mean >I don't hate the guy. We're just friendly rivals. Besides When I get home >and see you in what I have in mind. I'm gonna do a lot more then get teased >by you. Margo, will you do it?" > > "I'm sure. You WANT me to put on some display for your friend." > > Ward thought about that for a second. "Y'know, every day the guy has >some new story about some supermodel conquest. He acts like he doesn't >want to say anything but the info still gets out. Hell, one of the girls >keeps calling him at work. The arrogant sunavabitch said something like >he never gets enough rest cuz they always keep calling up him up for more." > > I snorted. "Hmmph, he is arrogant." > > Ward nodded in agreement now. "Every guy who thinks he's hung like a >horse is arrogant. It sure would be nice to put him in his place. Honey, >will you help me? Remember the pool?" > > I remembered a lot of things. The pool was an example of what happens >when Ward really applied himself and received it as a gift from the company. >It was really special to see the look on my neighbors faces when they saw >the crew show up to start digging. Besides I was behind my man one hundred >percent. Still, it would be a sacrifice and I let him know that I was doing >it somewhat against my will. I have to admit a small part looked forward >to teasing his "friend" a little bit. > > "I suppose I don't have much of a choice. Yes, Ward, If it will help >your career, I'll do it. I'll make your friend late." > > That big grin of said it all. "Hell yeah! That's my little babe! A >little innocent sabotage and I'll be home in time to collect my reward just >after it's been dangled right in front of him." > > I rolled my eyes. "My Ward the master planner. Just be sure and let >me know what your boss said. If I'm going to do this, I want to know >everything that happens." Sure it was a vicarious thrill, but it beats >sitting at home watching soaps (well, almost)! > >*** > > That morning I felt a tapping on my shoulder. When I felt his hand grip >my shoulder and squeeze, I turned over onto my back and spread my legs. No >real foreplay, but I already had my normal morning moistness. I was hoping >Ward would take the time to lick me, but instead I felt his thigh straddle >my stomach and then my chest. > > A moment later I felt his hard penis glide over my face. I opened my >sleepy slits seeing his meat partially block my vision. "Suck me a little >first, honey?" > > I do normally enjoy sucking Ward. I knew my man so well. If I'm on my >knees, bobbing my head, feeling his crisp pubic hairs against my nose, I >get absolutely soaked. This was gonna be a little rougher. When he took >my chin I knew to open my mouth and let him have his way. Awkward and >quick, I readjusted my pillow. A second later, he probed gently at my >lips, feeding me a little more each time. One last stroke and he buried >his big four inch prick right in my face. Maybe half a inch sticking out, >my eyes wide and scared. Just the look he taught me. > > Yes, I am a well trained wife. Look I don't work so giving my husband >timely on demand sex is counted as one of my chores. I really don't mind >him using me and dumping me first thing in the morning. There is normally >some cuddling when we make love at night and besides, I like sex as much as >he does and I vowed he would never masturbate as long as I was around. I >know that if I tell him, he'll eat out my snatch and not stop until I tell >him. I don't cum from regular straight sex, but the feeling I get of being >pumped and filled is always pleasant. > > "Sunavabitch. What a great face. Honey, do you like sucking my dick?" >Do you like it when I fuck your face?" > > I shook my head no and felt him expand in my mouth. This was a treat >for Ward. He isn't very tough. So when he told me that it turned him on >a little when he thought he was forcing me. It was actually very cute. > > His small sack banged into my chin, filled with his morning load. I >kept my hands on his loins to make sure he didn't choke me. Four inches >is plenty for me and Ward is nothing if not obedient. > > "Mmmh! Awn muh fach!" Having a load on your face is much easier to >clean up and sometimes I just didn't feel like tasting his salty discharge. >My husband pumped my mouth a few more times and moved back. > > "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna sperm that housewife face of yours." > > "I'm trapped again Ward. I can't stop you." > > "Open your mouth, honey." > > I opened my mouth obeying without thinking, when he is this close, you >just help him along. I was going to get mine as soon as he was finished. >"Give it me, Ward, c'mon now." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Ward," >I whined, "don't make me wait." > > He didn't. I watched in amazement as I saw a slight drop, leave his >slit and then another a quick shot that landed above my head, another that >hit my neck and then a messy dribble along his fist. > > I grinned up at him. "You missed." > > He grinned back, only slightly disappointed at his missed target. "Damn >that was great. Damn I'm lucky." > > "Luckier then you think. See the time? I set the clock back an hour so >you'd could start off your morning right." > > "You did that?" The look on his face was priceless. A wife who will >really does think about his needs. He was still learning about my mine >but I'm patient. He moved back with my gentle push, he knew what I wanted. > > "Yes, Now if you don't mind. Don't make me wait." I leaned back, and >put a foot on his shoulder. Sure it's a routine. Maybe a bit of a rut. >I do change things on special occasions, but we have a pattern and it does >work. "Besides, I set your clock ahead a half hour." > > "Uh oh." > > "What do you mean 'uh oh'?" > > "Well, I set the clock back. I thought it had just gotten a power hit >or something." A slow look at the clock and I see the expression I've seen >so many times. "Shit! I'm Late!" > > I gripped the bedsheets. "Ward, are you forgetting something?" > > I lowered and raised my ass on the bed a few times. I didn't care if >I was eaten or taken, but I needed it now. > > Ward looked like a man who couldn't make up his mind. Ha! I pity the >poor wife who can't make her husband late. His choices were really easy. >My sweet peach, the gift of pleasure that no man can resist or fighting >traffic to be greeted by a boss who wants what he can't have and a rival >who delights in friendly torture. > > That man nearly knocked me out of bed, the way he dashed to the bathroom. >He was shaving, brushing his teeth, combing his hair and getting dressed all >at the same time. I rubbed my suddenly neglected nookie and painfully got >out of bed. > > I was waiting at the door with a cup of coffee to go and a kiss he forgot >to take as he rushed to his job. Darn that latebird! I was going to >make him pay for leaving me frustrated! It's a terrible situation. I can >deny him sex, but I since I want it too, I have to give in and punish him >with what he loves best. Fine. That man is going to be my sex slave when >I'm done yelling at him. > > A quick shower and then into town to pick up drycleaning. I had gotten >a haircut, manicure and pedicure the previous day due to the company social >function. Ah the hell of being a trophy wife. I was enjoying my coffee >and danish when my mind began to dwell on what I had to do this afternoon. > > However, the conversation in the next booth behind me is what captured >my attention. The first woman started. > > "And did you see what Ann Pham was wearing? Her breasts were all but >falling out for the world to see. That woman is too small for breasts >that large. She should have a reduction." > > The second woman chuckled. "Breasts are in this year and hers are >certainly big enough. Did you what Opal Brazil was wearing...and what >she brought. I heard he's a common junkman." > > A snort from the first woman. "The black guy? Well, you know why she >is with him. I spoke with him. He's crude and even hit on me when Opal >wasn't listening." > > "Why was she was with him? That old thing? I think it's a myth." > > "Well, his son is some kind of big football hero. Pro scouts...money. >You never know where the gravy train is going to stop. If it's a myth, >I'll tell you tomorrow. If not, I'll know where I'll be getting it >regular." > > A giggle from her friend. "It doesn't make that much of a difference. >Size doesn't matter." A moment of silence. "Let me know if it true, >though maybe I'll get start getting it regular too!" > > Both women laughed at that. I rolled my eyes to no one in particular >and left with thoughts of their conversation fresh in my head. Truly I >wasn't interested in size. My own cunny is small and is quite used to >Wards member. I wouldn't even know what to do with a thick long penis. >In my two years at junior college, I was fortunate that the first three >men I slept with had no more then five inches and were rather thin even >in comparison to Ward. > > However, the next man had seven big inches, almost an inch across. >I was fascinated with his size, it being the largest penis I had ever >seen. The fascination turned harsh as he seemed more interested in >trying to ram me then getting me ready for such a big one. I was >grateful when he got it halfway in and came. After him came Ward, a >funny guy with promises that he eventually almost always kept. The >sex didn't hurt and he could lap my cunny with the best of them. > > I stopped and blinked. I couldn't believe I wasting more then a few >spare thoughts on this stolen conversation. I concentrated on my favorite >sport, shopping! Ward makes the money and I spend it. Still even my >favorite past time was interrupted by the sight of a construction crew >working inside of the mall. > > I was sitting, putting entries into my checkbook when one of the workers >looked at me. I wasn't wearing anything stimulating. A pair of shorts, >a blue blouse and sandals. I could see he was staring at me so I started >swinging my leg a bit and watched him in the corner of my eyes. He leaned >to his pal and they both moved their position so they could watch me. > > My sandals were slight things. Merely a blue strap across the wooden >slipper. When I dangled it from my toe, I saw one guy adjust himself. >He was smooth and it hid what swelling I had caused well. I began to >lightly twirl my ankle and the other man adjusted himself as well but he >was very obvious. I'm glad I managed to catch my reaction as my eyes >drifted back and forth between the two men's crotches. When I stood and >smiled at them, both broke into wide grins, smiling back. A brave one >actually waved. A very brief fantasy of construction workers and then >onto the Freeway to get stuck in an unexpected traffic jam. I >wondered briefly whether it would affect Ward on his way home, >then turned my thoughts to spending an afternoon with Frank Gordon. > >*** > One good thing about not having a job is that being late for me is >strictly a relative term. After all, it's not like I have real boss to >worry about, but I wanted to make sure I had a little time to prepare >myself for Wards rival. The traffic cleared up as I entered our suburb. >I checked my watch as I closed the door and smiled. > > Not bad, really. I had made it back in plenty of time. I looked at >the cheap outfit my husband laid out for me and thought about changing >into something different then this sausage dress. I swore under my >breath when I heard a car pull up in the driveway. Just great! Unlike >my husband he was a half hour early! > > Grabbing the dress I snugged myself into it and made a mental note >to lose a few pounds. It was a little tight and it made my breasts bulge >out over the top. No hose without runs and already a second knock on the >door. Well at least, I had shaved my legs yesterday and they were still >smooth. I watched myself in the full length mirror and turned. A short >dress, naked legs and heels. Hmmm, I look easy. Really easy. Too easy. >Good. Suffer Frank. A second to step into the heels and smooth the dress. > > I hurried to the door to make sure he didn't leave. I shouldn't have >worried. I had to remember a guy like this guy wasn't going to miss out >a chance to ogle a female. Even if she was married to his coworker. > > Opening the door I thought of the previous night. I didn't really notice >that Frank was so tall. I was looking right into his chest. I looked up >and saw his handsome smiling face. > > "Margo? I'm Frank Loggins. I'm here to get some disks for the project." > > I smiled back. "I remember you Frank. Come in." > > He hung back a bit. I'm sure he took a moment to check out my well kept >housewife body. No I do not sit around eating bon bons all day. Since I >don't work and we don't have any kids yet. I think I should keep myself >in good shape for my hard working man. > > I pointed to a chair. "Would you like something to eat? Something to >drink?" > > The look in his eyes said he what he really wanted to eat. Me. Well >no way. He's the one who is always one step ahead of Ward. There was no >way I was going to let him beat my husband this time. > > "Not really. I just came to get the disks, back to the office and then >I'm hitting the beach. Perfect day to be outside." > > I sat across from him crossing my legs. "I agree. I wish I could out >sometimes. But I'm always finding something to do around the house." > > He slapped his thigh with his big hand. "Ha! At least you have a house. >I think Ward is pretty lucky. Nice house and a beautiful wife." > > I felt slightly charmed by him. "Nice house, okay wife." > > "Margo, are you kidding every wife should be issued one of those dresses. >There wouldn't be any divorces." > > I stood. "Oh this thing. I just didn't want to look like a bum when >someone stops by. Do you like it?" A teaser fishing for compliments, >but I had to keep him here. > > He sat back in my husband's chair. "I'm not sure. Turn around." > > I did a quick turn, not thinking that he didn't ask me. He told me >what to do and I did it. > > He laughed. "Margo! If you're gonna model you gotta take it slow. Now >try it again please." > > Well at least he said 'please'. Once again I obeyed and turned around >slowly for him. "How's this?" A silly question. Every man loves a >woman in a short dress and high heels. > > Whoa, I could see him undressing me with his eyes. "Much better. Like >I said, Ward is one lucky fella." He looked thoughtful for a second. "Uh, >Margo, I think I can still make the beach, do you know where Ward put the >disks?" > > Maybe the guy wasn't as big a pussyhound as my husband says. A quick >glance at the clock told me I had to keep him longer. A lot longer. "You >don't have to drive down to the beach. We have a pool right in the backyard. >Why don't you just swim here and keep me company till Ward comes home." > > Frank really took the time to think it over. "Well, there are two things >stopping me." > > Here it comes. The sexual innuendo that guys can't help. I smiled >sweetly. "What two things?" > > "One, if you swim with me." > > "Easy enough. I need to get some sun anyway. What else?" > > "Margo, I don't have any swim trunks. I don't think your hubby would >take kindly to me skinny dipping in his pool." > > "You can use one of Wards. You're a lot taller, but I think you two >look about the same in the waist. Gimme a minute." I could feel his >eyes follow me into my bedroom. When I turned to see, he had just >turned his head away. Hmm, that was nice, but rather easy to keep >his attention in this dress. I wondered what kind of attention I >could get in my one piece. > > I opened my drawer and was horrified to see that the only swim suit >I could find for me what a thong bikini. I relaxed and reminded myself >that I was only being an obedient wife. Ward said he would buy me all >new ones and tossed my old ones away. I held up the bottoms and my next >thoughts were much more wicked. I remembered the obscene tent of Wards's >boss when I glanced down. Yes I loathed him for making me look, but I did >remember a slight dampness in my own panties when I realized the effect I >had on him. > > I wanted to see the effect I was having on Frank. I picked up a thin >pair of tight swimming trunks, speedos and imagined what he what he looked >liked compared to Ward. As I peeled out of my dress and I noticed that >I was damp again. No doubt from all teasing and daydreaming I had done, >not to mention the stud waiting for me in the living room. > > A minute later I was back and held up the skimpy trunks. "This is my >fault. I teased Ward about the baggy trunks and bought him these as a joke. >But I do think they might fit." > > "HA! Frank has a locker full of shorts at the gym. I told him to bring >his junk home." He gripped the trunks. "Speedos? Do I look like a Euro >to you?" > > I giggled, not giving him a chance to change his mind. "Oh you'll be >fine. Just go into the bathroom and I'll be outside. Just come on out." > > Frank scrunched his face. "Margo, these trunks don't leave much to the >imagination." > > "Do mine?" > > Now the look was a deliberate leer. "Can't tell. That top is amazing >but another turn if you don't mind." > > I narrowed my eyes at him but obeyed, turning slowly around for him. I >heard his sharp intake of breath when my exposed asscheeks presented >themselves to him. Even when I turned back around Frank eyes were fixed >on my barely covered breasts. > > "Frank, up here." > > Now he blushed, his grip tightening around the speedos. "Whew, um, I >um, sorry. I'll, um go change." > > "Sure Frank, take your time." > > Another pleasant smile and I sauntered toward the sliding doors that >led to our pool. I saw in the reflection of the glass that he remained >long enough to check out what he could before he disappeared himself. > > Five minutes later, his head poked out. "Margo. I don't think this is >gonna work." > > Shy? A supposedly major league pussyhound and he was shy? "Frank, >come out and let me see." > > He let out a sigh of resignation. "Okay, but it's gonna be gross." >Taking one step, he closed the sliding doors and turned around. I did >notice that in the speedos his bum looked delicious, but when he turned >around, I covered my mouth with my hand and let out a gasp. > > The bulge Frank made in those thin trunks was absolutely huge! He took >a few steps out and gave me a chance to ogle the rest of his body. Whew, >he wasn't really body builder large, but he seemed cut at just the right >places. Those washboard abs must've taken a lot sit ups. Whew. > > He seemed to walk in slow motion, stopping till he was just in front of >my face. I had to blink when I heard my name. > > "Margo? Up here." > > I couldn't help myself. My eyes would dart from the lean six pack stomach >to his bulged out crotch, back to his chest softened with a glaze of hair, >back to his crotch and finally settled on his eyes. > > "Huh? Oh." I know I blushed. It was obvious that I wasn't just staring >at his heavy endowment, I was hypnotized by it. "Sorry, um, I bet that >happens a lot." Ohmigawd! Did I just say that? > > "I wish. I spend all that time doing sit-ups and stomach crunches and >every girl I date doesn't say a thing." > > My eyes dropped down to his crotch again. I couldn't help myself. When >I looked up he smiled down at me as I blushed again. "Uh, Margo are you >sure this is okay? I would hate to get beat up by some jealous husband." > > Ha! Ward probably couldn't beat me up. "Oh it's nice to have some >company. I'm sure Ward won't mind." > > Frank put this somber look on his face. "Maybe I should go." > > What? I'm sitting here wearing nothing but a bikini and he wants to >go. Too soon. Way too soon. He'd be back at work, finish up, steal my >husbands compliments and be at the beach thinking of the show he saw. >Of course! I'm the show! I grabbed a bottle of suntanning oil and held >it up to him. > > "You can leave if you want to, but I'm sure Ward would want you to stay >and enjoy our hospitality. Besides, if you leave, who would put oil on >back?" Direct. Obvious. If that doesn't make him stay longer then nothing >would. > > Frank didn't disappoint me. "Well, if you're sure it's okay. Turn >over honey." > > I smiled and flipped over onto my belly. Frank surprised me and >straddled me. I started to object but remembered that I invited him to >oil my body. He was surprisingly light as he nestled in. My legs were >spread and simply plopped himself right behind me with his legs covering >mine. I felt the oil squirt upon my back and his hands rubbing my thin >shoulders. I realized at once, he wasn't just applying oil but giving >me a first rate massage. > > His hands worked my upper torso rubbing the oil into my skin. I placed >my hands under my chin and relaxed. In a way this was becoming a much >sweeter tease then I planned. He could handle my body, but he couldn't >have me. "That feels nice Frank. I bet you do this for your girlfriends. >Ward tells me you have a few." > > His deep voice soothed me. "I guess. But it's hard to find someone >as nice and petite as you. With this body, I bet you still have to beat >the guys away. Do you want this all over?" > > Such a nice gentle touch. "All over, sure." I knew I was supposed >to be teasing him, but the way he started at my feet and worked up each >hip, the extra gentle care he took as he oiled my inner thighs was just >perfect. A warm squirt of liquid and for a moment I thought he had just >cum on my butt. A second later he was massaging my ass, taking his time >as felt me up, oiling my ass. I almost protested when he didn't dip down >the final inch to oil my little love trap as well. His strong hands on >my thin ankles and he put my legs together. What a gentleman. I might >not have complained had he lifted my ass and removed my bottom. He was >just that smooth. > > I heard the lounger groan and creak as he settled his large form >on top of mine, straddling my butt with his thighs. More oil and he >concentrated on my shoulders again working to the back of my neck. It >was then I felt him. > > It was big, it was hard and it rested right between my string covered >asscheeks. My Gawd, he's fat. I felt him rock gently as he kneaded my >thin shoulders with a perfect practiced ease. "Margo, you skin is so soft, >you feel like silk." > > I groaned trying to turn the conversation from me. "I'm sure you've >felt softer. How many girfriends do you have?" > > "None really. None as pretty as you. They just call me up and use me." > > "Use you? What do you mean?" > > I felt another lurch at my ass. I guess that got to him a bit. He >stopped for a second, then continued his soft motions. "You know. You're >a married woman." > > I knew and it hit me what where I was and what I was doing. I raised >up a bit. "I know, I just like hearing about what goes on in the real >world out there. Not too much excitement being a housewife." I craned my >neck just a bit. "That was nice. Maybe you should take a dip in the pool >and cool off." > > I swear I could feel his disappointment. He lifted himself, our patio >lounger squeaking its thanks. To my surprise, he stepped past me before I >could turn around and quickly hit the water. I admit I was more then a >little disappointed at not seeing the effect that my body on him. > > Walking over to the edge of the pool, I dangled my legs in the water >and watched him do three laps. I figure he was really burning away his >ardor the way he tore into the water. He finally stopped besides me, >dunking himself once before speaking. > > "Great Idea. Things were getting pretty hot." > > "I'm sorry, Frank. I hope I didn't embarrass you too much." > > "Margo, putting that oil on your back did a lot more then embarrass me. >If I didn't know better. I'd say you were teasing me." > > "Teasing? Me? I don't know what you mean." > > Treading water a bit, he looked me right in the eyes. "I'm sure you >don't all of your husbands guests access to your body." > > "Well, I suppose that's true. Suppose I am trying to cocktease you a >bit? Would you deny a bored housewife a little fun?" > > A look of lust in his eyes. "Not when they look like you. I guess we >have a bit of an understanding then." > > I leaned back feeling the sun cook my skin and then looked back down >at him. "I guess we do. Do you feel a little cooler now." > > "Much cooler." With that he bobbed down once and lifted himself from >the side of the pool. Spraying me with small droplets of water as he >twisted himself up and out of the water. When he stood, my mouth dropped >open and I felt a sharp intake of breath. > > I mean I was sitting while he stood above me, moving the water back >from his his hair and I didn't have to look up much. His limp fatty was >dangling a good six inches and moved with a slight sway. I looked at the >pool and could see a darkened material at the bottom and then looked back >at his cock. > > I knew he was big from the way his cock bulged out the thin swimming >trunks but that view did not do him justice. Limp he was two inches >longer then my husband when hard, but he was thicker then my wrist as >well. It was just impossibly fat. I found myself staring with at his >big cock with the same fascination that I had in college. I didn't even >try to hide my shock at seeing something so large less then a foot from >my face. > > "Jeezus Krist! Frank, um, I Jeezus...uh whew Frank." > > He had a smirk on his face. One that said he seen this reaction many >times before. "Guess I forgot something in the pool, huh? Margo?" > > I heard my name but still remained hypnotized by such a thick fat dick. >That's when it began. I watched him lengthen and thicken and thicken >some more right in front of my eyes. That it was stunned me the most, >the way he fattened with each upward movement of his shaft. They were >small obscene lurches that drew a gasp from me each time it would bob a >bit. It didn't stop until he was stiff and pointing that pudgy weapon >at my head. > > When I didn't say anything. He actually took a step closer. I heard >him sigh. "Well you wanted to tease me." > > I stammered. "I...I guess I did." I took his wrist and looked at his >watch. I still had a good hour left. > > "Do you want me to leave?" > > I still had to keep him here but things were escalating fast. My eyes >remained fixed on his crotch. "No...no. I think I...I think I need some >more oil." I quickly turned away and back on my belly so I couldn't look >at his big sex machine. > > My head was so light I didn't even think of telling him to go back in >the pool and get his trunks. I felt his hands on my hips and then his >deep voice commanding me. "I did your back already Margo. I think I >should do your front as well, don't you?" > > I didn't want him to go. There was still some time left before my >hubby would come home and I wanted to be hot for him when he came. I >wanted him to know that his rival had been there, been unmercifully >teased and then went home frustrated. > > All of these rationalizations entered my mind at once. I let him >turn me over. "Yes Frank. Please do my front." > > I flipped over onto my back. Frank leaned down, gripped me right >behind my knees and lifted. "Spread your legs Margo. I want them on >either side of me so I can get in close." > > I let him lift my legs so that they were bent at the knee. He moved >in quickly and I could see the top half of his fat sausage sticking above >my crotch. My lord, he could simply move the thin strip at my nookie aside >and slide that monster if he wished. > > He didn't. At first he just gazed down at me. Laying on my back, my >legs spread and I'm sure he could sense how wet I had become. No wonder. >The women's earlier conversation, the teasing of the construction workers >and his expert handling of my body had left me more then aroused. But big >Frank wasn't finished yet. > > "Margo, lift up your arms. I'm going to remove your top." > > Once again I obeyed. Raising my arms and wriggling a bit so he could >slip the top from my oil slick body. When I settled back he was all smiles >as he enjoyed the view of my small tits freed for his enjoyment. In keeping >with the scenario, he squirted some oil on my chest and started his next >massage. "Man, Margo you have absolutely perfectly tits." Me? I had no >reply for his appreciative appraisal of my breasts. I was already letting >out sighs of pleasure as he cupped my small breasts in his big hands. > > He kneaded my twin apples as if they were dough, still gentle but there >was no mistaking that he was doing more then just applying oil. The way >my body jerked each time he flicked his big thumbs over my nipples, making >them stiff and thick would cause him to grind the big tendon at my crotch. >That tendon had split my labs and was already causing light friction at >clit. In other words, he was making me crazy. > > I managed to look at his wristwatch and could see there was only a half >hour remaining till Ward got home. Frank thrust his hips a couple of times >at my clothed vee, making me pant. When he started a deliberate fuck motion >I rocked back at him making us both gasp and moan. > > He leaned back. "Margo, lift your hips, I have to remove your bottoms." > > I hesitated for a second. "Uhm, Frank, I don't know..." I could feel >his tremendous hardness calling me. > > The big man interrupted me. "Do you want me to leave?" > > I couldn't look him in the eyes. I turned my head and whispered back at >him. "No. Please stay." > > It wasn't an arrogant look, more of a knowing confidence. "Then Raise >your hips for me, Margo." > > "Yes Frank." > > Once again, he was quick, thumbing each side of my bikini bottom and >tugging gently. His cock did an extra bob as he cleared my feet, leaving >naked, exposed and aroused for whatever he wanted next. > > Frank settled back in, moaning at the sex to sex contact. He gripped >each arm and then started sawing that big fat organ between my pussy lips. >He was using my pussy to masturbate and it felt too good to tell him to >stop. In fact I was hunching back helping him. > > This wasn't part of Wards master plan. It certainly wasn't in mine, >but I allowed the man to get me hot and nothing was going to stop him. > > Or me. > > In breathless tone, I gasped out to him. "Frank Frank...stop!" >I had to stop him, slow him down before he fucked me in broad daylight. > > Immediately he obeyed but he spoke in a lowered voice as well. > > "I guess it's time for me to leave." > > "NO!" Did I just yell at him? "No. I just think we should go inside." > > "You tired of cockteasing me already." > > When he stood, I raised up and found myself looking at his large rack. > "No Frank, I think we still have a few more minutes till Ward gets home." > > It would take less then a minute for us to enter back into the living >room. One glance at the clock told me I only had fourteen minutes to go >before Ward would come home and end my teasing days. Certainly I could >hold out from having Frank take me for that long. > > I sat on the couch, but Frank remained standing. He reached over and >grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and dropped it in front of him. >His voice was still gentle but still issued commands. > > "No Margo. Here." > > A pillow thrown at his feet. Every woman knows what that means. I >hesitated trying to make every second count. He seemed to enjoy my internal >struggle, but I knew I couldn't make him wait too long. > > "You want me to kneel in front of you Frank?" > > "Yes, Margo. Is there a problem with that." > > My own words hit me. I shook my head. "No Frank. Whatever you say." > > "Whatever I say? Really?" > > "Yes Frank." I kneeled down on the pillow and looked straight ahead. >It probably looked like I was talking to some meat microphone. "I'll do >whatever you say, till Ward gets home." > > "Then would you mind leaning forward a bit?" > > "Maybe." > > "MAYBE?" > > A look of surprise on his face. He shouldn't be though. I was very >doubtful that I was going have my wifely virtue intact if my husband wasn't >on time. A quick look of disbelief at the jawbreaking fatness bobbing in >front my face and then a look up at the king. > > "I will if you do me a favor first." I looked at the clock again. > > "Frank, I want you to watch you wack off." > > A chuckle. "Wack off?" > > Here I am kneeling before a naked man with a thick dick and I blushed. >"Well, it's what Ward calls it. I love to watch him to do it. If you >can wack off..." > > "Jack off, it sounds better." > > "Of course, Frank as you say. If you can jack off for..." I looked at >the clock, in his eyes, then stared at his big dick, "...say ten minutes, >then I'll lean forward for you." > > I said ten minutes because Ward should be home in nine. If not, well, >I warned him not to be late. For Frank, it didn't matter, it all seemed >like great fun to him. "Ten minutes, as you wish." > > Frank spat in his hand, gross but my lips parted as it seemed to >grease his cock for him. It made a grisly sound as he slow pumped his >organ in front of me. He would stop ever so often, pull his big log >down to stop his orgasm and then start again. I seemed to take a deep >breath every time he pulled his meat at me. My nipples hardened when >a single white drop slipped from the slit and he used that to grease >himself as well. > > At nine minutes, his head was turning from side to side and he would >close and open his eyes as if he couldn't look at me. I knew Ward and >wanted to see if Frank was as typical. > > "Cum for me, Frank." I said softly. > > "GAWD...DAMMIT...NOT...FAIR" A word per stroke, poor guy must be >really close. I licked my lips in case he was watching and then edged >him closer. > > "Frank...don't me wait. I want to see the big one explode. C'mon, >cum for me big boy." > > Ten minutes. Frank removed his hands and I watched in amazement as >his thick can schlong pulsed and bobbed up and down on it's on. His >hands were balled into fists and his teeth wre gritted, his abs flexed >and his body shook for a few seconds. > > And then he stopped. > > Frank looked down at the clock and then down at me. A big smile of >victory. He slapped his steel hard cock. "Good boy." That look of >confidence as he regarded my kneeling form. Damn he's impressive. >"Margo, now then, would mind leaning forward a bit." > > A deep breath. "No, I don't mind at all." At that point I gave in >completely. Leaning forward, I nuzzled his fat cock with my nose and >let him move the big one all over my face. He pressed especially hard >against my the side of mouth and I wondered if he was trying to smear >my lipstick a bit. He seemed contented to do that for about a minute >before giving me more commands. > > "Open your mouth honey." > > I wish I could say that I did it because it was the same thing that my >husband said to me almost every day. The truth is I would've done it even >without any prodding. I opened my mouth and kissed his fat head lightly >before sucking in his thick head. I made a smacking sound each time, he >fed me another inch. I pulled back when he started to choke me a bit, but >he just wrapped his hand in my hair and warned me before he thrust forward >again. > > Wrap your hand around so you don't choke. No honey, use your left hand. >That's it...better...better. C'mon honey, use that other hand on these." >My wedding ring hand. The smooth bastard wanted to see my wedding band >glistening on his thick chunky. A turn-on of forbidden pleasures. I >was sucking another man and I still hadn't been kissed. Frank kept his >hands in my hair while I used my mouth and hands to service him. > > There was no other way to put it. I was servicing him better then I >serviced my husband. A well trained wife, I kept my eyes open and on him. >Frank certainly loved the sight of my head slowly bobbing back and my mouth >filled with more meat then I could handle. > > I frowned ever so often at the sight of my hand not able to go around >half of his thick shaft, but I made sure that I kept my mouth moving back >and forth and I kept my hand stroking what I could not suck. > > He wrapped his other hand in my hair and started thrusting harder. Now >there was no other way to put it. He was taking long strokes and slow >fucking my face. When he somehow managed a little more cock it hit my >gag reflex and I opened my eyes wide and scared. > > Frank seemed to think it was some housewife trick. "Yeah, honey, yeah >keep it up almost there. Squeeze my nuts honey, squeeze my nuts." > > "MMMPH! MMmmPH! Ya Chawkin me." Not much sound to make when you >are having face fucked. > > "AW BABY, I'M ALMOST THERE! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!!" > > "MMMmmMph! AWN MUH FACH, FWANK, AWN MUH FACH!" > > "NO PROMISES NOW, MARGO JUST...just...AWWRGH!" > > The male orgasmic bellow. He sounded like a lion roaring as he shook >once, shot a Frank creme straight into my throat. I didn't taste that blast >but I did taste the next two spurts. One went down the wrong pipe and I >choked on it. Frank to his credit, didn't continue to choke me, but pulled >back from my mouth and then shot the rest of wad onto my face. I felt one >stringy warm blast after another leave a ribbon of white from my chin to my >forehead, even plastering one eye shut. Damn he was healthy. I couldn't >feel it slide down my face, his cum just stayed put whereever it landed. > > I felt exhausted giving him head. My jaw ached from the strain of >having my mouth opened so wide and for such a long time. My one eye >saw that fat shaft droop just a little and then restiffen right before >me again. I tried to catch my breath and looked at the clock. Ward >should've been walking through the door right now. > > Damn that man he was late again. I barely had time to get mad. Frank >was already sliding down. "Lean Back Margo. Lean back honey." > > A little dazed and more then that, the act of of a kneeling blowjob >makes me cream my panties every time and it was no exception for Frank. >I didn't even try to stop him as me moved between my legs and cocked >them at the knees. A second later he moved that big fat knob to my slick >crease and pushed. I could feel his tremendous head lodge at my opening >and my ass scoot along the carpet. Leaning forward, he rested both of >hands just above my shoulders to hold me in place as he worked himself >inside. > > I was in trouble from the start. Franks big cock was fatter along >the shaft then the head and I was already feeling split in two! I watched >his face smile at the pleasure my body was giving him and the grimace on >my face from already taking a cock that was twice as fat as any I ever had. >My head turned from side to side as he slowly, ever so slowly began to >pump me. It wasn't even an inch at a time, but I knew that I receiving >more and more cock with each firm push into my slit. > > It seemed to go forever, the way he kept sliding more and more meat >into my pussy. I finally whimpered at gripped his arms. > > "Frank...Frank I can't take anymore. It's too fat, too long. Please." > > "I know baby, I just had to see how much you could handle. Can you take >any more, little honey." > > I shook my head from side to side. "N...No, you've bottomed out Frank. >There's no more room...please...don't hurt me." > > Another smile. "Honey, hurting you is the last thing on my mind. This >should feel better." Normally, I can feel wards scrotum glancing from my >behind. Frank gave me all I could handle and pulled back a bit. He leaned >down and forced his head to my nipples so he could suck them while he just >grinded me. > > That's what it was. A slow fuck on the living room floor. Every so >often he would thrust hard, mixing it in so I wouldn't know when it was >coming. He moved his hips from side to side as if he were making sure that >he was screwing every millimeter of my tiny pussy. Every time he thrust >I would scoot along the floor a bit. I had never been fucked for more then >a few minutes but he fucked me long enough to move us across the living room >floor until my head hit the bricks of the fireplace. > > He moved back and withdrew leaving a horrid vacuum in my pussy. Damn him >I was close to my first ever orgasm from being screwed. He pinched my >nipples once. Grabbed my hips and gave another command. > > "Flip over Margo. That ass of yours has been teasing me all afternoon >and I want to nail it at least once." > > At least once. I had already sucked him off, he was screwing my lights >out. What else did he want. I was so close, there was no arguement. I >flipped over and remained on my hands and knees while he mounted me from >behind. > > Frank put that big cattle prod at my opening and pushed, entering me a >few times, causing a whimper or moan whenever he would leave. When he >finally just kept moving deeper and deeper inside I was more then ready >for him. I hunched back at him, not able to wait for him to take more >pleasures. I heard a yeah honey each time I moved back so I could fuck >myself on his thick meaty member. > > He was so slow and so careful I couldn't take anymore. I lowered myself >so I was resting on my elbows. "Frank, I'm ready now, you can do it harder >now." > > "Huh?" > > "I said, Fuck me harder. C'mon fuck me har...ERRGH!" > > What else can you say when someone buries that much inside of you. He >held my hips and thrust hard, splitting me in two again and again. It was >not two minutes that the first shudder began, a building pressure and then >a blinding release that I had never known before. > > My eyes shut in orgasm and my whole body shuddered, Frank remained >buried inside of me and rode out my climax. I had never cum so hard my >entire life. It must've been only a minute but seemed like hours when >I felt a slap on my buttcheeks. > > I blinked a few times as I felt that same horrible vacuum again. I >had cum so hard that I didn't feel that excess wetness I expected nor the >familiar pulse of his fat penis. I was trying to ask him if he had cum, >but the words wouldn't make sense. > > "Frank...Hmmm...Um, did...um..." > > "On your back Honey. Time to get mine." > > Ohmigawd. He still hadn't finished with me yet? I just nodded since >I seemed unable to talk. The big man had fucked me silly. I was still >pretty wiped out from my hard cum but Frank just took control by taking >my ankles and helping me over to my back. > > The big stud held both of my ankles in one hand and slid into me. He >pumped cunny a few times as if he were testing it for tightness. Thick >Frank rested both of my sleek legs along his torso and nodded to me once. >"Okay, I think you're ready now. I'm gonna bang you pretty hard, okay?" > > Another half nod through half slit eyes and my ankles resting at his >shoulders. Frank stayed on his knees and gripped my waist. My eyes shot >opened as he slid into me again, once again, he started a gentle thrust >that picked up speed. As if he had banged me a hundred times before, he >fed each inch into me just a little at a time. I got that same overstuffed >feeling as before and told him so. > > "Frank...Frank I don't think I can take anymore." > > "Sure you can baby, here, take a little more. Get ready...UhnF!" > > "UHNF!" I started writhing like a fish on a hook, stroking his hard >body with my soft legs as he stroked me. Harder and harder Frank banged >me keeping his word to make me take a little more. I gripped his arms >turning my head from side to side as Frank steamed my small cunt with >that awesome tool. My nipples were cherry hard and my whining moans >nonstop when I felt a softer slapping of my ass. > > Frank had done it. He was screwing me hard, banging me with every >bit of his wrist thick chunky on every stroke. He would withdraw all >the way before plunging back hard causing the delicious clit friction >that was driving me toward another blast of fireworks. The effect on >Frank wasn't lost on me either. When I could focus my eyes I could >see that he was turning his head from side to side as well, enjoying >my silky treasures as long as he could. > > The hard strokes became harder, the constant splitting melding as >I was fucked and fucked hard. My Frank ironed walls could feel the >giant expanse as he thickened in prelude to his orgasm. I came, a quick >cum that I knew was the prelude for stronger, deeper climax. My big man >was a study of concentrated lust as the words left him in between his >pussy breaking strokes. > > "Margo...Margo...gonna...cum...where do you...want it?" > > I wanted it inside of me, I needed it inside of me. I locked my >eyes on his own dark sexy eyes. "Inside...UhnF...inside me, cum UHNF! >inside me, Frank!" > > Frank pulled me closer, gripped my waist harder and pulled me back to >meet his final powerful strokes. I was being stuffed, overstuffed time >and time again. His stokes became ragged, my stud was too big again as >he shut his eyes for a second and let out a breathless grunting romantic >sentence. > > "GAWDDAMN UHNF, MARGO! UHNF! SHIT! YEAH YEAH YEEEAH." > > All man, all sexual release. Just what I needed as every pulse of his >cock cannon coated me, the final blast, the final fuck of my well worked >pussy was just what I needed. I came and then I came again and a final >big one that caused me to arch my body and point my toes and crack my >bones as I became rigid. I reeled off the mighty multiple orgasms that >I had been chasing since Frank ravished me. I heard his repeated "yeahs" >as I rode him, grinding him deep, keeping him buried inside. > > The gradual panting, I collasped, Frank collasped on top of me, still >breathing hard, but still giving me gentle pumps of his not so rigid but >still quite fat Gordon sausage. I smiled at his smiling face. It felt >so right when it hit me. > > "Ohmigawd. My husband he'll... he'll" > > "Be home soon?" > > Oh the mixed feelings as we untangled ourselves. I felt so very guilty, >so very satisfied, so very bad and so very glad at everything that had >happened that afternoon. I looked at Frank, looking rediculous as he >searched for his underwear and the relief as he found it. I went to >my bedroom and cleaned up as quick as I could. When I left the bedroom, >he was fully dressed, he was standing by the door some disks in his hand. > > Neither one of us knew what to say, but Frank broke the spell first. > > "Margo?" He reached for me and I flowed into his arms. > > "What is it, Frank? What do you want now?" > > "A kiss. May I have a kiss?" > > "Of course. I said I would do whatever you said until Ward gets home." >A perfect kiss that started soft and grew in passion. I felt him grow >and I reached down stroking him through his shorts. Damn him, he was >exciting yet somehow a gentleman and always all man. I'm not a slut, >this was a first for me and just feeling him up was almost what I wanted. > > "Frank?" > > "What is it, Margo? What do you want now?" > > "What do I want? I want to suck you until Ward gets home. I know it >sounds really bad, but it's what I want. Is that okay?" > > I knew it would be. Frank just layed back on the couch while I curled >up at his side, sucking and playing with the biggest jawbreaker I had >ever seen. I didn't stop until we heard Ward's car pull up the driveway. >Frank, of course, managed to choke me one more time, this time with his >wealth of thick cum that I was quickly getting used to. > > He calmly zipped up and was blocking the door so my husband couldn't >see I was wiping my chin with my blouse. It stained my blouse and I >hoped that Ward wouldn't ask about it. > > He didn't. He simply apologized for not coming home sooner. It seemed >that Ward was in a hurry to get rid of Frank anyway and I know that Frank >wanted to beat a hasty retreat. > > I sat across from Ward trying not to look guilty. Hubby chucked his >briefcase on the desk and plopped down on the same couch that I had been >blowing rival on, just a few minutes earlier. > > "Honey, what a damn day. The boss moved the presentation up and I >caught hell when they found out I sent Frank off site. Next I find out >the boss had made copies of everyone's junk. No privacy, but the A-hole >didn't care. The fart just yelled at me for sending Frank away for >nothing. Now he didn't like my presentation and is giving Gordon the >the whole project. Now I'll be working for him!" > > I couldn't look him in the eye. "No doubt." > > Ward continued to rail. "No doubt my ass! Now he gets to set my >schedule for the next three months! Heaven knows where he'll send my >ass." > > I nodded. "I'm sure Frank will work everything out. He is actually >jealous of you." > > Ward slapped his forehead. "Aww Crap! I'm sorry honey. You had >to entertain the guy all afternoon for nothing. I'm sorry. I'll make >it up to you." > > I sighed. "You don't have to do that. Frank was very pleasent." > > Ward got that look in his eye. "I know what will make me feel better. >Why don't you just come over here, I want to show you something. Hey, >what's that stain on your blouse?" > > I put on my best smile. "Just a spill, now go take a shower and ask >me again." > > I was putting him off, but he just shrugged and headed down the hall >to take his shower. I would make it up to him, but tonight there was no >way I was going to let him near Franks pussy. I waited till I heard the >sound of the shower and went into hallway closet and picked up my hubby's >thin black book. I searched and found Frank's home and cellphone number. > > A few seconds later, I heard a ring. > > "I'm paying both ways start talking." > > "Frank, this is Margo." > > A moment of silence before he spoke. "Yes, Margo?" > > "You'll be making Ward's schedule now. Do you think you can arrange >another visit?" I held my breath when I heard no reply. I heard the >shower stop. I made my voice more urgent. "Frank...Please?" > > A burst of relief when I heard his voice. "Sure Margo, I can send >Ward to Chicago for a week for starters? How's that?" > > I trembled a bit. "That will be fine. I...I have to go." I slammed >the phone down and hurried back to find some sports on television. Just >something to divert Wards attention from me. > > I told you. I was in trouble. Big trouble. I was going to be bad >and I was going to do it as long as I could. But it's not all my fault. >Some of the blame has to go to Frank who reacted like any other male. >Some of the blame goes to me, for giving in to my desires. 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