A Year and a Day (Chapter 1) by Marianne (c) 2010
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Marianne

A Year and a Day (Chapter 1) by Marianne (c) 2010

"A whole year, " I cried. "You mean we'll be separated for a whole year"

"A year and a day to be precise," he responded.

I sobbed uncontrollably. Even his gentle touch couldn't console me.

Bill and I have been married for three years. Before our wedding, I hardly even thought about sex. I'd been raised in a strict Pentecostal home and sex was a forbidden topic. I learned to repress any sexual thoughts or feelings. Fortunately, in college most of my notions about sex had been, well, I became more receptive to the idea of someone screwing me, though I never believed I'd actually enjoy it.

I went to my wedding bed a virgin. The first time was difficult, but the second time I had my first orgasm. I was hooked! It was like being injected with some fabulous drug. From that day on I had to get it twice a day or I just went crazy. Fortunately, Bill had enough experience prior to our marriage and was a really good lover and teacher. Our sex life is really active and exciting, or at least it was.

Sometimes, after making love, we'd read stories on the computer and get horny all over again. We'd read about multiple partners, wife swapping, bondage, etc. and then act them out. We'd even pretend to be strangers to each other. I overcame my inhibitions about oral sex by reading those stories. I realized women have been sucking men off forever, apparently with no real ill effects. After learning to swallow I discovered I really like sucking Bill's dick and I love it when he tongues my pussy. The one thing we didn't do is seek out other partners. Well, not the one thing, the other thing was I couldn't bring myself to do was anal intercourse. It scares me.

One night Bill came home from work. He told me his company gave him the next two weeks off to get things in order. They were sending him overseas to Japan for a year and I wasn't able to go along because of housing issues. I was devastated, but also determined to get all of the sex in I could before he left. I thought maybe I'd be less horny, but the truth is, the more we fucked the more I wanted to fuck. It had the reverse effect.

Two nights before he was scheduled to leave we were laying in bed after a particularly athletic round of lovemaking when Bill said to me, "Sarah baby, I don't think you can go a year without sex and I have my doubts about me. I love you with all my heart, but I can't see you living with the frustration a year's abstinence would cause. I think while I'm gone we should suspend the fidelity clause of our marriage vows." Bill is a corporate lawyer who specialized in international trade law. He always talks as if he was writing a contract or a brief.

I was in shock of course, but deep down I knew he was right. The thought of being unfaithful and then hiding it was abhorrent to me, and to him. I also know that I need to get laid a lot, and so does he. Finally, I agreed that for the sake of our marriage we'd "suspend the fidelity clause," as he put it.

"No emotional entanglements," he admonished. "We must agree that if we find ourselves getting emotionally attached to a lover, we'll break it off."

"Absolutely!" I said. "We can even put it in writing if that's what you want."

"I don't think that will be necessary," he said with a broad smile as he gently caressed my tummy.

When it was time to leave we took a cab to the airport. Once we'd checked his bags through security we still had an hour to kill. We went to the bar for a drink. As we entered, I noticed a good-looking thirty-something guy at the bar. I found myself imagining what he'd look like without his golf shirt and slacks. He was well muscled and obviously quite fit. Then I caught myself. I said to myself, "You slut! Your husband isn't even gone yet and your eyeing up other men." I turned my attention back to Bill, but it was too late, he was smiling a knowing smile.

We sat at our table and made small talk over our drinks. It had been hot out so I just wore a little light strapless sundress that zipped up the back, no bra (my little B-cups are firm and perky), thin cotton bikini panties and sandals. I noticed my nipples pucker and protrude through the sundress In the coolness of the air-conditioning. Bill noticed as well and smiled. Finally the time came for him to go through security. We stood up. He took me in his arms and whispered to me, "Remember, I want you to have a good time while I'm gone, and then tell me all about it."

"You too," I whispered back. "I want to know every detail." God help me, but as we kissed passionately I opened my eyes and looked straight into the eyes of the man at the bar who was turned looking at us. My pussy quivered as I imagined him naked beneath me.

Bill glanced at the guy at the bar and then said to me. "You stay here and finish your drink," he said. With that he picked up his briefcase and headed to the security line. I watched him as he left the bar. As soon as he was out of sight I glanced over to the bar and the good-looking guy was still there. As I finished my drink I'd glance over at him. More often then not he would be glancing in my direction. When that happened we'd both smile an embarrassed smile and turn our attention to our drinks.

When I'd finished my drink, I took my empty glass, along with Bill's, and went to the bar. I said to the bar tender, "Here, I'll save you the trip." He smiled and took the glasses. Then I heard a shy voice, barely audible, ask, "Won't you stay and have a drink with me?"

I turned and looked into a pair of the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. "One's my limit," I said. "But I guess I could have an OJ."

With that the bartender placed an orange juice in front of the stool next to the stranger. Without hesitation, I stepped over and sat down.

We made some preliminary small talk and established a friendly and familiar rapport. The issue of names never came up and I was glad. Then he asked if I liked to dance. He explained that the club in the airport hotel had a dance trio and asked if I'd like to go with him. God help me again, I should have said "no thanks!" but instead I nodded and we both got off our stools and walked to the hotel, joking and laughing as we walked. I liked him. He wasn't pushy, but obviously interested. He seemed right for my first foray into infidelity. He was tall, but almost all guys are tall to me, and broad at the shoulders.

When we got to the club, the hostess explained that all the tables were taken but offered us seats at the bar. We smiled at each other and then we both turned to the hostess and said "okay" in unison. As we walked to the bar, I felt as if every pair of male eyes in the place were on us, or rather, me. I became somewhat self-conscious.

"You're a real knock out you know," he said.

I blushed, visibly I'm sure.

"Every guy in the place wishes he was me right now." he went on.

I guess I started to tremble a little as he gently put his hand on my thigh.

"Let's see if we can up their collective blood pressure a bit," he said as he pushed my already short dress even higher, almost exposing my crotch to the world.

I know I should have resisted, but I just couldn't. The thought that I was turning on a whole room full of guys was making my stomach turn summersaults and my pussy quiver.

As the trio started another ballad, he took me by the hand and walked me to the dance floor. Unlike my husband, he was a superb dancer. He held me close and I rested my cheek on his chest. I was totally engrossed, so much so, that I barely noticed as he made my dress ride up in back, nearly exposing my backside to the audience. By the smiles I was receiving from the other men and the glaring looks from their female partners, I knew we were having an effect.

After a second drink and a few more dances he took my hand and without a word to each other we joined hands and walked out the door.

He led me past the elevators to a door toward the end of the hall. He pulled out an electronic key and unlocked the door. We stepped inside of a meeting room set up as a boardroom with a large table and perhaps a dozen stuffed chairs.

I don't know what got into me, but I became downright aggressive. Fortunately, he was a good sport. I spun him around and threw both my arms around his neck, pulling him into a long passionate kiss. About half way through the kiss, I started unbuckling his belt. I guess this gave him the idea that it was okay to unzip my dress. He was right.

As my dress fell to my ankles I dropped to my knees. My hands were shaking so much, I had some difficulty unzipping his pants. When I finally got them open, I pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles with all the speed and force I could muster.

I took his half-hard cock in his mouth and thought "I'll have this guy ready in no time." I sucked it in like a giant noodle. Instantly, I could feel it throb and grow in my mouth. I heard his heavy breath and moaning while I fucked him with my mouth, taking the head to my tonsils. I love it when a cock grows and hardens in my mouth. There's something powerful or empowering about turning a guy on that way. Bill was usually pretty hard by the time I got down on him, so this was a bit of a treat.

When I heard his breathing signal an impending orgasm I stopped. I pushed him on to the table onto his back, legs dangling from the knees, his cock pointing to the ceiling and his pants at his ankles. He looked ridiculous. I got up on the table and stood over him, straddling his hard dick. He had a smug, self-satisfied look on his face, so when I took my panties off I threw them over his nose and eyes and told him to leave them there. Of course, he complied. This guy apparently loved being pushed around and I was just in the mood to do some pushing.

I got to my knees straddling him and took his dick in my hand. He moaned while I teased my pussy with the head of his dick. I slowly lowered myself onto him, taking his dick in, an inch at a time, until I had it all. He started to squirm beneath me, trying to fuck.

"Hold still," I told him, "I'll do the work."

Obediently, he stopped squirming. I rocked forward and back, fucking him slowly at first and then with greater and greater intensity. I looked down at his face to see a stupid smug self-satisfied smirk. I picked up my panties and threw them over his nose and eyes, then bent down and kissed him. Our tongues danced the way tongues do when adrenaline gets the heart racing. I let myself go, just as I'd learned to do with Bill and fucked him with all my energy. Soon I was rewarded with my first orgasm, a wave of comfort and satisfaction coursed from the center of my core to the farthest reaches of my extremities. I couldn't contain myself. I closed my eyes tight and let out a small yelp.

When I recovered, I started again, fucking him harder and faster. Now he was moving, involuntarily fucking me back. I could tell he wouldn't last much longer, so I increased my intensity once again. I felt the table shake beneath us while we fucked wildly and with total abandon. Suddenly he thrust hard, penetrating me deeper then ever. I closed my eyes and as he shot his hot load into me I shook and exploded with another orgasm, again letting out a yelp loud enough to wake the dead, and then I fell on top of him, both of us panting and semi-conscious.

As I laid on top of him, I heard the sound of the door opening. I looked over my shoulder to see a young man in some kind of uniform in the doorway, a look of embarrassed shock on his face.

"I'm so sorry, I was just walking by and I heard a noise and thought... ah, I'm sorry," He said and then turned and closed the door once again.

I don't know what came over me, but I felt energized, as I always do after good sex, and jumped off the table. I threw my dress and sandals on and ran out the door, hoping to catch the boy in uniform. I left my panties over his face.

Sure enough, as I neared the entrance to the bar there was the handsome tall young security guard.

"Excuse me," I said.

He looked at me and immediately flashed red with embarrassment.

"I have to go to my car in the parking ramp, but I'm a little concerned at this hour. Do you think you could walk me?" I asked.

"Sure," he responded, "just let me call it in."

With that he spoke into his radio, informing the dispatcher of my request.

As we walked, I took his arm. I could tell he was stunned, but he didn't resist. I prayed we didn't meet anyone else, I was afraid someone would the cum running down the inside of my legs.

When we got to my car door, I took his hand and stepped in front of him.

"Thank you so much. Now I have something for you," I said.

With my other hand I dropped the zipper of his uniform pants. I reached inside and found his semi-hard pecker. He offered no resistance, but the look on his face was pure shock. I pulled it out and dropped to my knees. I love the feeling when a cock grows in my mouth and the guard didn't disappoint me. As I sucked it in and out it grew bigger and harder. I longed for the taste and feel of hot cum to be blasted into my mouth, but I was enjoying the sucking so much, I didn't want it to stop. As I sucked and fucked him with my mouth I reached into his pants and took his balls in my hands. I felt his pecker pulse and when he groaned softly I gently squeeze to his balls. He shot his hot cum into my mouth with such force that I choked and gagged, dropping his dick from my mouth. He blew cum all over my face and down to the top of my dress before I could get it back in my mouth for his last blast.

When he'd finished, I dropped his softening dick from my mouth, stood up and got in my car and drove off, leaving him in a daze, dick still exposed to the world. I looked for a tissue or something to clean up with as I drove to the exit booth, but I couldn't find a thing.

I tried to cover up the cum on my face and dress as I handed the woman my ticket. without any expression she took the ticket.

"That'll be seven dollars please," she said.

As she handed me the receipt she reached under her counter and came up with a small stack of paper towels.

She smiled and said, "Here sweetie, I'd wish you a good night, but it looks like you've already had one."

I must have turned tomato red, judging by the heat of my face. I managed to mutter a soft "thank you" and then slowly pulled away, wiping my face as I drove off.

Epilog

When I got to our building I managed to make it to the elevator without meeting anyone, but when I stepped of on our floor I ran smack into Mrs. Phelps, our elderly neighbor. She looked at my stained dress and gave a knowing smile. She held the elevator with her hand and said, "Pre-treat that with a little baking soda before the stain sets and it will come right out dear." She stepped into the elevator and was gone.

That afternoon I got a call from Bill. He told me about his adventure he had with a woman and her teenage daughter who were passengers on the same aircraft. They had a four hour stopover in Bangkok during which time they checked into the airport hotel together.

Bill went completely silent when I told Bill about my little adventure. Then he said, "Baby, remember when your doing someone else your doing me at the same time. When you tell me about it, its just like I was the one."

To be continued.