Message-ID: <37247asstr$1026245406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Spiller -" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 09 Jul 2002 10:28:40.0638 (UTC) FILETIME=[64B7D5E0:01C22733] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 09 Jul 2002 10:28:40 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} NEW: A Saint And a Whore, part two. (MF, mF) Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 16:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, dennyw This story is adult material. If you are too young or you live in a place where this is forbidden, you should leave now. Authors' only reward are your comments, positive or negative, so please take a minute of your time and mail an opinion to: spiller48@hotmail.com A SAINT AND A WHORE.....continued.(MFm) by Spiller. CHAPTER SIX Our escapade with Alfred sure set fire to our sex life. Although Helen had always been very fond of sex, this took her to new levels, and if anything I was even more infatuated with her. We made love every day, sometimes twice, and a few days even three times. And Alfred was often there, lurking in our minds. Sometimes we would talk about it, stoking our fires to new heights, sometimes I would think of it, without mentioning it, but certainly adding new hardness to my trusty cock. And sometimes I would repeat certain movements from that glorious afternoon, without any talking, but making sure she would remember. And Helen would more often do me with her hands, always with a mysterious little smile on her pretty lips. Holiday season passed and the kids returned, bringing us partly back to old routines, but a boundary had been passed and could never be forgotten. One Monday night in August, after a very erotic couple of hours in the conjugal bed, Helen was lying very relaxed on her back, hands under her head and her beautiful body spread out for the benefit of my eyes. "You said once, that you would like me to take Alfred alone and teach him something. Did you really mean that?" A very erotic shiver ran through me. She was still thinking of that afternoon. "Yes, my dear, I really meant it. I think it might be most exciting for all three of us." "I'm sure by now, that it would excite me, but I was not so sure the first time you proposed it." "You are exciting me, right now." "Mmmm. That's what I wanted to know. And that's why I wanted to ask you, right after we had made love. I don't want it to be your hard cock speaking through your mouth, you know." "A few more words like these, and I'll want my cock to speak through your mouth, my lovely witch." "That's a nice promise from and old man. But then again, not much chance these days, is there? With the kids back home and all." "Why not? You could book a room in a nice hotel downtown. Might even be a good idea to take this thing out of the house." "What a perfectly good idea, love. Wow, I can't really believe that we are talking like this. Stirs up this old girl, you know. Do you think you could arrange it?" "I'm sure I could." "On a couple of conditions?" "And they are?" "You'll have to make the date with Alfred. I think I'd die from embarrassment if I was to call him. And second: I know you'd be dying for me to tell you everything, but you'd have to agree, that I'll only tell you in my own tempo. You know, I'll tell you some, when I think it will excite both of us, but I want to keep up a bit of mystery for you, and a few secrets for me. OK?" "If that's what it takes, then it's OK with me." "And you are not going to be jealous?" "I don't think I could be jealous of a boy. I feel sure that I shall benefit from it. Just think of the hot, lovely mistress I've entertained in my bed these last weeks. But of course one can never bee a hundred percent sure. It is a risky lane we are navigating into, but as long as we stick to this, I'm all for it, and I wish you all the pleasures in the world." Helen smiled at me, threw her arms and legs round me and kissed me fiercely. "You lovely man. I love you, I love you." She pressed herself against me and rubbed her pussy against my thigh. "All right, you set it up and I'll do it, AND NOW FUCK ME REAL GOOD, my pussy is on fire again, naughty you." I could not bring myself to say that she was the naughty one, who started this. I fucked her, and I set it all up the next day. My first call was to Alfred, to make sure he was still interested. No fear. He was so eager that he could hardly speak coherently when we tried to find the right day. And then to a hotel to book a room. "That's it, love. The day after tomorrow is set. You'll meet at hotel Hafnia, at half past twelve. Alfred will skip his last lessons at school, and he's VERY eager, I tell you." "Mmmm. Me too, dear. I can't really believe I'm doing this, but I sure like it. You'll have to take your pleasures tonight, though. No fucking tomorrow. I want to be horny and needy, at noon the day after tomorrow." To say she was on fire that night would be an understatement. And true to her words there was no lovemaking on Wednesday night. But when I was leaving for work on Thursday morning she dragged me into the bedroom for our 'good-bye hug'. She opened her housecoat and pressed herself against me. "Good-bye, love. I'm all butterflies in my stomach. I'll promise you, that if this goes well, we might try a few other things from that drunken night. Would you like that?" "My God, woman. You ARE incredible. I think I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Yes, I'd love that." That day at work I had the hardest time concentrating on the things I had to do. CHAPTER SEVEN. When I got home a little after four the kids were alone in our condo. "Where's mommy? " "I think she said something about shopping today." "When will she be home?" "I really don't know. Why don't we go to the beach for the rest of the afternoon. I could sure do with a swim to cool me off." "Yeaaaahhh, daddy, let's go." "We can have ice-creams, can't we?" "You'll have plenty, sweetie." So the rest of the afternoon was spent there, and I sure needed the cooling off, not from too much work, but from the hot pictures forming in my mind, showing different possibilities of what my lovely wife was doing, right now. When we returned a little after six Helen was at home. She had read the note I had left on the kitchen table, and she had prepared a light meal, knowing that the kids would have eaten a lot of ice-creams and were not likely to be hungry. I noticed at once that she hadn't changed her clothes. She was wearing the same yellow summer dress that she had laid out in the morning. "And of course your daddy has not made you do your homework, has he?" "No, mommy, we went to the beach right after he got home." "OK, kids, up to your rooms you go. Do your homework properly. I'll be up in a little while to check on you, and to see if you need any help." The minute the kids were out of the kitchen Helen turned towards me. A brilliant smile was flashing in her slanted, diamond blue eyes, as she moved slowly towards me. To me it looked as if her movements were more languid and erotic, and there was a slightly vulgar sway to her narrow hips as she walked up to my chair. "And you, my dear husband, is not at all curious, are you?" "Of course I'm curious. How did it go?" "For now, I'll only tell you that I'm exhausted, body and mind, my dear. As you see I haven't changed or showered since I came home. I wanted to give you a feel and a whiff, to make sure you are in the proper mood when we get to bed." She stepped up closer to me, and with her hands she raised the hem of her dress, as if she was a whore in Follies Bergére, revealing a reddish, battered and swollen pussy, leaking juice down her thighs. Then she pushed my knees apart and stood as close as she could come. She put her arms round my head and pressed it against her breasts. My God, how she smelled. A pungent mix of sweat, juice, sperm and stale perfume. "Touch it," she whispered, "but be gentle. It's a bit worn." My God, she was sloppy. To me it felt as if her cunt was emanating heat. And yes, I could not think of it as a 'pussy', it certainly felt like a worn out cunt. She was wet on her thighs, her cunt and her sparse hair, and when I slipped a finger into her I was met with absolutely no resistance. "Do you want me to shower now, or should I stay like this until we can go to bed?" "Don't shower, for Heaven's sake. Where are your panties?" "Alfred wanted them for a souvenir, and I couldn't say no to him, because I had just told him, that this was the last time." "Why did you do that?" "I'll tell you later, but I'll go upstairs to check on the kids now. Will you fix the kitchen?" "Sure. And if you are that tired, I think you should go and take a rest on our bed." "You know, dear, I think I'll do that. Might be good for you, too." With a mysterious smile she dropped the hem of her dress, and disappeared up the stairs with swaying hips, while I was left with the dishes, an unsatisfied curiosity, and a hard cock which I had to adjust, to feel a little less uncomfortable. The rest of this early evening dragged along. The kids finished their homework and came down to watch a bit of TV. At about nine Helen joined us for a little while, and at half past nine she brought the kids up to their rooms and tugged them in. The lay out of our condo was perfect for a family. We owned the top third floor of this old city house, plus three extra rooms which were built into the attic, connected via an internal spiral staircase. This ensured us a bit of privacy, once the kids were in bed, and at least an early warning if, for some reason, they would come down to us. While she was upstairs I turned off the TV and put a romantic CD on the player, and turned down the lights a bit. "Oh, dear. I think my lovely husband is up to something." She was coming down the stairs with a broad smile on her face. She went to sit in the corner of our sofa, her legs bent with knees held together against the back of the sofa. "It was such a good idea, that I should take a small nap after supper. I'm quite restored now." "Well, you did look a bit worn when we got home." "I sure was. In a very delicious way. And I can tell you, that I have hardly ever felt as naughty as I do now, knowing what I did this afternoon, and you knowing... you know. Very naughty." "You know how much I love that, don't you?" "Yes, I've come to know that, and I'm learning to appreciate it, love." "Well, are you going to tell me anything?" "All in good time, dear. But I have a great wish that I hope you'll grant me." "If I can, I will. You know that." "I know. It would make me very, very horny, and that's why I haven't changed clothes and I haven't showered, if you'd just take me to bed with my secret, of which you only know that I have fucked a mere boy this afternoon, and that his traces are all over me. I should feel like such a whore, if you'd carry me to our bed and fuck and suck my smelly and sticky body, no questions asked, and no talking. If you'll do that, I promise you I'll be thinking of Alfred all the time, and of all the horny things we did. And I promise I'll tell you a lot more tomorrow. Will you, please?" Honestly I had wished for some naughty tales, but my cock immediately raised its ugly head at the thought of fucking her, while she was thinking of someone else. Wow. That was a new one. I got out of my chair and crossed the few metres to the sofa. Silently I picked her up and carried her towards our bedroom. As I held her lithe body in my arms the smells hit my nose, and they were a greater aphrodisiac than any porno video might have been. I laid her down on our bed and shed my clothes as fast as I could. As I laid down beside her I lifted the hem of her dress and started to caress her. She grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand away. "Just put it in, Eric," she whispered. "Just put it in and start fucking me nice and slow. I'm plenty wet for you to drown in it." OK with me, if that was the way she wanted. Unceremoniously I pushed up her skirt to her waist, rolled on top of her and ran my cock up to the hilt in one, slow push. God, this was luxury. She was like a hot, slimy bathtub in there. And it was to get even better. I had hardly moved 10 times in her when she closed her eyes, and suddenly her cunt took on a life of its own! As I watched her eyes do movements behind her closed lids, like a person in REM sleep, I was treated to a bath of fresh juice to my cock. In half a minute she was not wet and slimy, she was sopping and silky wet, and her cunt seemed alive like an animal. The bottom of it opened up to the size of a cathedral, and it felt as if her uterine mouth transferred some internal cramps to the head of my cock. I don't know how she managed, but even though she was lying dead still, with her arms and legs spread out for me, she was evidently having an orgasm, but without her usual violent cramps and moans. Just her uterus moving against my cock, and her cunt squeezing me like a milking machine would do, suck, suck, suck suck...... With a deep roar I spurted 12 hours of pent up passion into her, soliciting no reaction from Helen ! She seemed to be all gone. With the last waves of passion still in me I pulled out of her and moved down between her legs. When I put my mouth to her overspent cunt, sucking in the most incredible mix of fresh and dried juice, fresh and dried sperm, half mine half Alfred's, she suddenly came alive! "Yeaaahhh, oooohhh, eeeoooowwwww, oh my God, oh my God, you're crazy, I'm coming, I'm a whore, I'm coming more, ooooooo, .....", and suddenly she went totally limp. Really and truly, she had fainted. I was not scared in any way, as she had done that on a few memorable occasions, so I just pushed her over into that NATO- position you learn as a soldier, and left her to come to her senses. For a short second I was tempted to spray her with a little water, but instead I laid down beside her with one of her hands in mine. A couple of minutes later I felt her coming to. Her eyes opened and looked lovingly at me, and then she fell asleep so fast that it told me all about her exhaustion. _________________________________________________________________ Join the world's largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+