Charles' Story
written by:
Alicia

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Folks I'm almost finished with my story of my adventures since the Deer Camp but here is a little something for you in the meantime. Pay close attention and you will get a sneak preview of some of my naughty ways and part of why I haven't been writing. A.

Charles' Story

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign and you are free to walk about the cabin. For your safety we recommend you keep it loosely fastened during your flight. If there is anything we can do to make your flight more enjoyable don't hesitate to tell us."

"Yeah," I thought looking at the good looking redhead making the announcement. "You can strip off that cute little uniform and come fuck my brains out."

I'm afraid I was a little out of sorts on this flight. It was winter and I was headed for Minnesota on a sales call. I hated sales. I was not a salesman. I was an engineer but my natural ability to communicate with people got in my way. One of our big projects was going nowhere when in a moment of naive enthusiasm I jumped in when the President was blowing the sale. They liked me and what I had to say so they ended up buying the program.

That was a big mistake because I now had a reputation of being a "Closer". That meant whenever a project was in trouble they called on "The Kid" as I was called around the firm and off I went. The only consolation was that I gained recognition and was known for being an engineer who could do more than be an engineer. I was a valuable commodity in this High-Tec environment and that put me in line for a promotion that would give me my own department. Not bad for a kid only a few years out of school.

Of course just going to Minnesota was not what was putting me in a bad mood. My sex life was in the toilets and I hadn't gotten laid in several months now. What made this doubly bad was that I was married.

Lacy and I met in college and I swear she was the hottest thing wearing a skirt. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do and no one she wouldn't do it with. That is until she met me. I couldn't believe that anything as hot as Lacy would give a second look at a "geek" like me.

But she did and I fell madly in what I thought was love only to find out later she was using me to get a meal ticket.

Graduating with a 3.95 GPA in Computer Engineering from a very prestigious university had brought me a lot of job offers. Of course the fact that I had been designing software since junior high might have helped a little. I was leaving college and walking into a six figure income.

After the "I dos," were said and the wedding night consummated the legs started closing except when she wanted something which gradually tapered off to permanently closed. I said the legs were closed, well that wasn't entirely true . . . they just closed for me.

Married a little over three years and I was finally accepting the fact that I was in a bad marriage. I suspected Lacy of running around on me and I knew she was using. It had to be a lot because even with my six figure income we seemed to be broke most of the times.

I knew divorce was imminent but was reluctant due to the fact I didn't want to pay out half or more of my salary in alimony. The situation had gotten so bad that I was getting to the point where I figured that getting to keep half a salary was better than living with Lacy and letting her spend it all.

It had been months since Lacy and I had fucked and boy was I horny. Being a geek was no help either as all of the available women that I knew were into the athletic types anyway that was how I justified my strike outs. In truth my problem was more attributed to my shyness around women I find attractive and my inability to turn a dialog into a situation where I can get them into bed. I swear I would have gladly paid a hooker except I'm rather naïve in the ways of the world and didn't know where to find one, anyway one that would be clean.

When I found out about the trip I decided to try a little romance and see if I could loosen Lacy up a little. I hoped after a nice dinner, lots of alcohol and some dancing she would be mellow enough to grant me a little pleasure but just when I thought I was going to score Lacy feigned one of her migraines. So I boarded the flight in a very agitated state.

The redheaded stewardess didn't help matters either; she was pretty and extremely friendly. It was almost as if she could sense my discomfort and was enjoying doing her best to add to it. But it added to the flight as I enjoyed the inane conversation and her flirting with me sure helped boost my sagging libido. Sometimes a guy just needs to be reminded that women out there might be interested in him.

Minnesota was cold and the trip miserable as I had anticipated but profitable. The meetings went well and I managed to sell our program with only minor changes from the client.

This project was now safely in the bag and I could head home. I fantasized about what Lacy and I would do when I got home knowing fully well that when she bestowed her favors on me it would be a quick fuck with little on no foreplay returned. My fantasy turned to her giving me a blow-job anyway.

The weather turned worse and an early winter storm dumped several inches of snow on Chicago stranding me. Now O'Hare is a nice airport but not one where one would want to spend a couple of days waiting on a flight out. I was standing at the ticket counter looking at the flight cancellation board wondering what I was going to do when a girl behind the counter spoke to me.

"If you're not interested in sleeping on a lounge seat, there's a shuttle leaving from the west exit in about ten minutes that will take you to a hotel. The way the snow is coming down, it will be the last one out of here."

"Thanks," I answered and rushed down to the directed exit.

I caught the shuttle just as it was closing its door. It was packed but they let me on and I stood in the door for the ride to the hotel. I thought my luck had run out when I got to the hotel lobby and heard that they were full but when I checked at the desk was pleasantly surprised to find they had a room left.

I went to my room and called Lacy and told her the bad news and let her know where I was. Boy did her voice sound good. I forgot all our problems and remembered the good times we had had in college. Boy was I feeling awful. I thought about masturbation but while the spirit was strong the flesh was weak. You know that feeling where you want release and your libido is raging but you dick just won't respond. To console myself I went downstairs to the bar for a couple of liquid attitude adjusters.

The place was crowded but I found a spot at the bar and ordered a scotch and water . . . a double. I was sipping on it contemplating nothing in general and trying desperately to forget how horny I was when I felt the light pressure of a hand gently tapping me on the shoulder. I turned to look into the prettiest green eyes staring at me from a beautiful face framed in red hair hanging long and loose.

"Hi," said the pretty face. "Didn't we meet on a flight the other day?"

It was the stewardess from the flight up who had delighted in adding to my frustrations over not getting laid.

"Yes, we did," I answered. "My name's Charles, can I buy you a drink?"

"I'd love one, my name's Mel." she answered.

"Glad to meet you, Mel. Live around here or just in for the storm."

She laughed easily and answered, "Actually, I'm in the same boat you are, stranded here for the duration."

We chatted aimlessly for a few minutes and when I mentioned how lucky I was the lady behind the counter had mentioned the shuttle and then finding a room, she laughed.

"You'll probably think I'm a little forward, but I recognized you back at the terminal and figured you were on your way home and since mine was the only flight heading for Atlanta, you were stranded like me. I ask the lady at the ticket counter to tell you and when I saw you get on the bus, well I was really happy, so naturally I had to meet you."

"Thanks for the help," I said saluting her with my glass.

As she tipped her glass into mine, she commented on my wedding ring, "Married I see."

"Yes I am," I answered and lying through my teeth, "Happily for the last three years."

"Just my luck," she said smiling, "All the good ones are already taken."

"How about you?" I asked, since she had brought it up.

"Divorced." she said.

"Why would anyone in their right mind divorce something as lovely as you," I asked. "Surely he didn't leave you for another woman?"

"No," she answered, "Your right. Oh, it was a friendly splitting, you see after four years he decided he liked playing with boys more than playing with me."

"Ugh!" I responded, "What a waste, leaving something as fine as you loose and free."

"Thank-you, now tell me, just how married are you?" she asked.

Thinking to myself, boy if only you knew how miserable I am, but I answered, "As I said, very happily but that doesn't prevent me from having a drink with a pretty woman, and even buying her dinner if she would like my company."

"Sounds like a date, shucks if I can't get laid at least I can enjoy the company," she said smiling.

I couldn't help but notice all the stares she got from the people in the bar, if this gal wanted to get laid, there wasn't any chance in hell she would not get laid. So I attributed her sexy talk to just her way of playing.

After ordering our second round of drinks, she suggested we see if we could find a table. Luck was with us and we did. Following her to the table I could see she was dressed for the weather, as she was wearing a light tan colored ski sweater and color coordinated pants and light tan boots. The colors of the outfit accented her red hair. She was beautiful.

Over the next couple hours we drank and talked. I got to know her fairly well. She now lived in the same city as me and just started working.

More drinks and I learned she married when she was in high school to a young man who enlisted in the army. She had loved him very much. They were married for three years and were stationed overseas in Germany when he had been killed in a training accident.

It had almost killed her but with the encouragement of her family she had pulled it together and went back to school. She graduated and applied with the airlines.

Along the way she met what she thought was Mr. Right. Granted, in retrospect the signs were there but she had ignored them. She wanted an active sex life but Mr. Right rarely engaged and only then after extensive prompting from her.

"Boy," I thought to myself. "Her ex and my wife sure have a lot in common."

Four years later he admitted that he was gay and no longer wanted to live the lie and divorced her.

She had been on her own now for a couple of years. She had no one serious in her life and had really not dated anyone since her divorce.

"What a waste," I muttered.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You running loose and free out there with no one getting the reward of making you happy," I answered.

"Why thank you, "she responded, "That's the nicest compliment I've heard in a long time."

"How'd you end up in Atlanta?"

"Actually, I've just moved there, I used to be on the Los Angles to Tokyo run," she said. "My only family is an older sister living in Atlanta and I've been trying to get transferred there for ages. No opening seemed to come up but this substitute position based in Atlanta came open so I jumped at it. That flight up with you was my first on this job."

"Substitute position, what's that?" I asked.

"It's where I don't have a routine flight all the time but fill in where I'm needed. Since Atlanta is the main hub for my airline then I home base there."

"Well welcome to the neighborhood," I said. "I'll bet you sister is happy to see you."

"Oh yes, although I've only got to see her once since I moved here, her husband travels a lot and she goes with him occasionally."

"I understand that traveling," I said. "I do a little, and I've got some friends in Atlanta who travels some."

"What do you do?" she asked.

"I work in a computer application firm; we build software and design applications for state of the art computer hardware for business applications."

"Sounds absolutely, uh, err, sorry, boring," she responded.

"Yeah, but it pays the bills, and I get to meet exciting and interesting people like you."

"Even though you don't sleep with them," she slurred.

I could tell she was a little drunk, we both were, and we had been sitting there for over four hours with nothing to eat gulping scotch.

"Yeah," I answered, "I've had to become a good boy these last few years."

Actually, what I meant was that since my marriage I had never had the opportunity to stray. Since I was also somewhat naïve about women in general I really couldn't tell if she was serious or just talking. I figured I had better change the subject before I made some big mistake with her.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Starved, I was beginning to think that offer to eat was only a come-on to get in my pants," she answered.

She was not bashful when it came to eating. The hotel restaurant was crowded but had a good menu and she ordered freely from it.

"How do you keep from weighing 300 pounds eating like you do?" I asked.

Between mouthfuls, she answered, "I work out a lot."

After dinner we retired to the lounge where we both enjoyed a nice brandy and chatted some more. It must have been around twelve when I yawned.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I've kept you up half the night with my aimless chatter.

She couldn't be more wrong. I don't think I had ever enjoyed being someone's company as much as hers. I wished that I knew how to close the deal with her and get her into bed but I was too afraid of rejection to try. I was really sorry that I wasn't going to fuck her because she would be something very special.

I made some sort of half-assed excuse for yawning and said I wasn't sleepy but she insisted on us going to our rooms. As we left the lounge I could see she was turning heads as we walked to the elevator.

The door on the elevator had barely closed when she turned to me, putting her arms around my neck and kissed me long and deep. I can't remember when a kiss excited me that much. I mean this lady could put an entire seduction in a kiss.

Breaking from the embrace she looked up at me and I could see her eyes were moist when she asked, "Please, don't make me sleep alone tonight."

I couldn't believe it. Here was one of the most beautiful women in the world asking me to fuck her. Without saying a word but trembling like a leaf in a storm I took her to my room.

When we arrived, she stood back as I opened the door for her and she quietly entered. Once inside and as soon as I had closed the door, she was in my arms, again kissing me passionately.

As we were kissing I moved my right hand move gently across her breast touching it ever so slightly. It was soft and yet firm. She wasn't wearing a bra under her sweater which made the feel even more erotic.

I could feel her tremble slightly at my touch. Getting bolder, I inserted my hand under the bottom of her sweater and lifted the sweater up until I could reach her breasts and started massaging them as I kissed her.

Her flesh was hot to the touch and she responded as my hand explored. Her tongue was all over the inside of my mouth as she gripped me tighter and I was not aware of my shirt being open until she started peeling it from my shoulders.

When my shirt was off, I peeled her sweater off and exposed two of the loveliest and most perfect formed breast I had ever seen. She responded by undoing my pants and then pushed me to the bed and down on it. She pulled my shoes, socks, pants and underwear off and tossed them casually on the floor. When she was done she looked down at me lying naked on the bed and at my semi-rigid member staring back at her.

With a slight mysterious smile on her lips she bent over to take it in her mouth. In an instant I was consumed by the immense pleasure of her warm wet mouth.

I would have let her do that all night but knew in my condition I wouldn't last all night so I pushed her off and took my turn at undressing her. Her boots came off easily and when I pulled her pants off I was exposed to what I had expected, two long and beautifully shaped legs. Standing there over her, totally naked except for a pair of very brief panties, I watched as she smiled that mysterious smile at me again.

Reaching down and clasping the flimsy material, I started tugging on her panties. She raised her hips slightly to make my efforts easier and they slipped along her long legs. My efforts were rewarded by the revelation of a dark red mound of silky fine hair. She was definitely a natural redhead.

Dropping the panties to the floor when I had them off, I spread her legs and positioned myself on the bed between them. Then slowly and gently I started caressing her legs as I kissed up along the inner thighs. Each gentle kiss brought my face closer and closer to the opening glistening with moisture in that red mound. Soon I was close enough that I could ever so slightly flick it with my tongue. She was on fire and let out a slow low moan as my tongue found its mark and I started working on her.

Here was a woman who loved sex. She responded to my every touch and every caress. As my tongue delighted in the sweetness of her she was constantly moving her body in response to every flick and touch. In what seemed like only a brief instant she was starting to tense in orgasm and its eruption came hard and fast.

I was enjoying the taste of her and attempted to continue but she reached down and taking my face in her hands pulled me up on top of her and started kissing me long and hard.

After a brief period of intense kissing I used my position on top of her to wiggle down between her open thighs. Lifting myself up I supported my weight on one hand as I took my cock in the other and gently stroked the head in the folds of her nest wet from my tongue. She arched her back and brought her pelvis up partly engulfing my swollen member within her. I continued to gently tease her and each time she arched I would allow a little more to sink within her.

She continued to moan and thrust up against me until I sank the entire length into her and lowered myself back down till I could get my arms around her.

She wrapped her arms around me and her mouth hungrily sought mine and we locked together as I was thrusting my pelvis hard against her. Each thrust was greeted by a slight quiver radiating throughout her body.

She was tight, and even though she was highly excited I could feel the walls of her vagina clinging tightly around the shaft of my penis. The pleasure was immense but the friction made short work of me and all too soon I was in the throes of an uncontrollable climax. It felt like I ejaculated for thirty minutes because once it started each thrust spewed out my cum until there was nothing. Her tightness turned the sense of pleasure to pain of discomfort but I held on and kept it deep inside of her as she continued to grind into me seeking her own relief.

As I held myself deep inside her I became aware of the panting and shrieking noises coming from her. In retrospect she had to be the first women I had ever had who had a real orgasm from me fucking her. Lacy, in our early years would try to fake excitement and took great pleasure in fooling me but I knew Mel was not faking. I didn't have to hold on long before she gave herself up to wave after wave of convulsions of pleasure. In a few moments it was over and we lay quietly in each others arms.

Nothing was said by either one of us as we just lay there holding each other. My spent penis slipped from her trailing our fluids on her and the bed. She didn't respond or react and just lay there quietly. Drenched in sweat as we both were it wasn't long before the cold started affecting us. Mel broke the embrace and looked at me.

"You wife is one lucky woman," she said and then pulled up the covers over us. "You don't think she will mind if I just lie here and pretend that you are mine and this was just a routine bedtime adventure."

"This was anything but routine," I said. "Lord above, if I went through that every night I'd be dead in a week."

Giggling, she said, "But it would be such a pleasant death."

I put my arms around her and she snuggled into me and I swear took two breaths and was sound asleep.

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. There was a note on the pillow.

It read, "Sorry I couldn't stay around for a rematch but I have to get back to the airport as it seems the weather has broken. I'm needed for a flight to New York so won't see you on the plane to Atlanta today. Give me a call sometime. My number is 555-8549. It's been a pleasure serving you. Literally. Love Mel."

"Wow, that is some woman," I thought as I slipped the number in my billfold knowing that I would never use it.

My trip home was very unmemorable but my arrival home wasn't. Lacy had been arrested along with what I later found out to be her boyfriend for drug dealing. The quantity they were caught with was substantial meaning they were facing serious charges. It seems my salary was not just supporting her habit but bankrolling their business.

My first indication anything was wrong was when I couldn't get into my house because of the police. They were tearing the place apart looking for evidence.

At first I was terrified when I learned what was happening that they would think that somehow I was involved. Those fears were soon put to rest when the police informed me of their investigation which had been ongoing for over a year. They knew the only thing I was guilty of was being a total fool.

Since I couldn't go into my house I checked into the first motel I could find. My first call was to my boss who informed me that he had seen the arrest on the news and for me to take all the time off I needed. The next was to a lawyer to make sure I was covered in case the police changed their minds.

The next couple of days were kind of a blur. I never went to the police station to visit Lacy and I ignored her pleas for bail money. Out of some misdirected sense of loyalty I arranged a lawyer for her and I guess him.

Through out the ordeal Mel was my solace and my foundation my shyness almost caused me to miss out as very nearly didn't contact her. Sometime about the fifth day I found Mel's telephone number. I wanted her so bad but I was afraid to call.

"What if the note was left as a polite way of saying good-by?" I asked myself.

"No, she's really interested," I argued back.

"Yeah, but she won't want to get mixed up in my troubles," I reasoned along with about two hours of conversation with myself.

Finally I got the courage to dial the number. The telephone rang, and rang and rang. On the fifth ring I decided no one was home and started to hang up when I hear a familiar voice, "Hello, this is Mel; I'm not home right now so you know what to do."

Racked with insecurity I did what most horny cowards do, I hung up the phone.

I didn't have long to chastise myself for being such a fool and coward because the telephone scared the crap out of me. It started ringing.

"Who could that be?" I wondered. "No one has this number. That is no one but the police, my lawyer, Lacy's lawyer and my boss. No call from anyone of them can be good."

I was wrong someone else did have my number. I forgot about Caller ID which records incoming calls when the answering machine comes on even if you don't leave a message. It seems that the telephones in the motel I was in had individual numbers and calls did not go through a central switchboard. It was Mel.

When I answered I heard, "Oh thank goodness it was you. I'm sorry I couldn't answer the telephone but I'm afraid I was on the potty. I checked the ID and didn't recognize the number and thought I'd give it a try."

I stammered some inane comment about not leaving a message because I thought she might not be in town. I didn't tell her it was because I was too chicken.

She answered, "Oh, Charles, I've been reading about your wife in the papers. I am so sorry. How are you doing?"

"Alright I guess," I answered. "No I'm not. This whole thing has me flustered and scared."

I didn't get to finish what I was about to say next because Mel interrupted me with, "Would you like to come over?"

"May I?" I answered.

She gave me the address.

The whole drive over I was nervous and jittery. I couldn't make myself calm down.

"Will she be glad to see me?" I wondered.

"You don't want her to be glad to see you. You want her to fuck you brains out," some portion of my brain argued.

"Heck yes," I answered out loud realizing I was acting like a horny teenager going out on a date with a girl who was suppose to be easy.

That's what I was a boy eager with anticipation but fill with dread that nothing would happen.

"What if all she wants to do is talk," I thought.

Any doubts I had were quickly dashed when my knock on Mel's door was answered. The door opened and there stood Mel in all her beautiful glory with nothing on but a smile.

She grabbed me and pulled me in quickly saying, "I wouldn't want you to think I'm easy but I didn't want you to have any doubts or have to figure out how to seduce me."

We landed on the carpeted floor with me on top and us both struggling to get me out of my clothes. My pants were only partially down around my knees when she managed to get my shorts down enough for my cock to come out.

She released it and put her arms around my neck locking me in one of her seductive kisses. I got caught up in the kiss and had my arms around her immersed in the ecstasy of the moment when I became aware of her pussy. Its warm soft folds had engulfed my cock that was slowly moving against the enchanting walls of its enslaver. I guess the penis does have a mind of its own because mine had certainly found its way in without any help from me.

I could not believe how wonderful and enthralling it could be. Never in my entire life had anything been this good. I was climbing the mountain of pleasure and all that I could think of was how much I wanted this woman.

All the while our mouths only parted long enough for one or the other or both to re-engage in an even more delightful kiss. Our tongues explored everywhere as our lips found contact on every surface we could reach.

As with a roaring fire the fuel is gone all too soon and so it was with our passion. My balls ached with so much pressure that when they exploded it was as if my whole insides passed out through that small opening in my cock.

Mel would later say she climaxed long before I did but I never knew it. I was too caught up in my own feeling to know but somehow I sensed that for Mel the pleasure she brought me would be climax enough if she had not.

We untangled long enough to go to her bedroom. I gently laid her back on the bed. Lying down between her legs I slowly started kissing the insides of her thighs and worked my way up to her stomach and then down again. With my lips I nudged the area covered by the fine pubic hair licking it as I went. Working on down I found the start of the opening to her vagina.

I lavished tongue licks up and down the lips which were stretched apart from my penis that had just been there. My tongue slid easily into her and I started exploring the nether region inside.

The thought that I had just ejaculated there was exciting and the tasted of me mingled with her intoxicating. Never before had I tasted a pussy right after fucking it.

Every once in a while I would drag my tongue up and lightly explore the clitoris. My actions were having an effect because low moans of pleasure started emitting from her throat.

I wanted to drive her to the edge of orgasm but not over. Every attempt by her to increase the pressure or to speed up my actions only caused me to slow down or stop altogether.

The taste of her and her obvious enjoyment was also starting to have an effect on me as I was starting to get hard again.

Desire was consuming her and she was ready for release. Pulling me up on top of her she guided me into her again. I slowly pushed my penis into her as far as I could. Wet with my previous cum and saliva plus her own juices enabled it to go in easily. I put my arms under her and our mouths joined in hungry embrace. Her mouth again produced a fantastic sensation and she sent tingles through me with every kiss.

She was on fire. We continue on for only a short time locked in mutual embrace with me deep inside her with nothing but the constant pressure generated by my pubic bone on her. It was enough. She pulled my head down and her arms locked me in tight on top of her. Her breathing was labored and the low deep moans escalated too much louder sounds. She started moving her hips around in effort to get more pressure and then she started pushing her pussy hard onto my penis. I held her as wave after wave of orgasms swept through her again. When I thought she was about to come down and I would move in her she would start again.

She stopped, pulled my head up and enclosed my mouth with hers. Deep within the ecstasy of those kisses I felt a strange sensation in my penis. Mel was flexing the walls of her vagina and massaging my penis as it was deep inside of her. The feeling was intense and it wasn't long before another raging climax hit me. Each spasm of ejaculation was accompanied by a corresponding squeeze from Mel. It was an intense experience but one I could enjoy for only a short period before the pleasure turned to pain and I pulled out from her.

"My God, girl!" I exclaimed looking down at her smiling face. "You could hurt a guy like that."

"Are you complaining?" she asked mockingly.

I fell down on her laughing and wrapping my arms around her said, "No. Nothing you could ever do would I complain about."

We lay there for a long time holding and kissing one another. After a while I drifted off to sleep. Just before I was completely unconscious I was aware from Mel's easy breathing that she was already asleep.

Later I was wakened by parts of my body that had grown numb from the position I was in. Moving out from under her I repositioned myself beside her. The room was dark and had grown a little chilly so I pulled up more covers and put my arm under her head. She immediately moved in close and snuggled into my arms. Drifting back off to sleep I vaguely heard her sleepily mention my name and something about being exhausted.

A ringing telephone woke us sometime in the night.

Mel, who was still snuggled in my arms, rolled from them and answered it.

"Is everything ok?" I asked.

"Just the airline, they want me to go out tomorrow," she answered.

"Well then I had better leave," I said as I started to get up.

"You'll do no such thing," she answered. "You are staying right here and fucking me again in the morning. I've got lots of time, besides you got to get used to me running out on you."

"I think I would like having you around to run out on me," I answered.

She snuggled in even closer to me.

When I awoke the next morning Mel was still asleep. I was strangely content to lie there watching her sleep

"God, she's beautiful," I thought.

After a while my bladder decided that I had lain there long enough so I slipped out to the bathroom. When I came back Mel was a wake.

"My turn," she said after planting a kiss on me that said "Don't go away, I have plans for you."

When she came back she crawled up beside me and taking my rapidly hardening penis in her hand said, "Charles, I'm sorry but I might be a little too sore to fuck again this morning."

"That's alright," I said trying to mask my disappointment knowing fully well that I wanted another opportunity to fuck this wonderful woman.

"You got to understand, I'm out of condition," she said. "That's something you are going to have to work on."

"What's that?" I asked stupidly.

"Getting me into condition where I can fuck more that once or twice a day," she said with that impish grin of hers.

"I look forward to the challenge but you know you are now in training," I answered.

"How about an alternative?" said Mel and she positioned herself between my legs.

Taking my hardening penis in her mouth her expert manipulating soon had it rock hard and her mouth started pumping it unceasingly. The feeling was a cross of a strong suction pump coupled with alternating gentle warm moist feeling engulfing the head.

I swear the woman was fantastic. Looking down at her, that beautiful red hair lying all over my legs and stomach, her impish smile as she looked up at me, the sheer delight she seemed to be putting into her work, all were getting to me. In no time I felt that warm tingling sensation announcing my orgasm approaching. Mel must have sensed it because her motion changed to a strong suction that quickly drained every drop in me. It was only as I was coming down from the orgasm that I realized that I had been unconsciously screaming at the top of my voice.

"God! Was that me?" I asked when she smiling looked up at me. "I didn't mean to make so much noise."

She crawled up on top of me, kissing me and answered, "It's great to be appreciated and to hear it acknowledged. Now, how about a long hot shower and some breakfast. I've got to go to work."

With that we settled into very pleasant routine. When she was in town we were together and when she was gone I missed her.

Lacy's trial went badly for Lacy and her boyfriend. He got sixty-five years and she got twenty. My divorce would be final in six months and boy was I a basket case waiting. Mel's job didn't help me as she was constantly out of town and when she was back she was usually tired so our sex life started slowing down.

One morning as I watched her dressing to go back to work after only eight hours off I remarked, "You know when we get married you can quit work."

Her answer was typically Mel, "When we're married you can spoil the devil out of me and if quitting work will please you then quit I will. But lover, right now I'm the only breadwinner I have so it's to work I go."

"God, I love this woman," I thought.

Time passed quickly and before long we had been married for five years. Mel quit work and became a stay at home mom. Yep, sometime around the second year she got pregnant and had twins, a boy and a girl. I had never been happier.

As I said before, we were in our fifth year when Mel's sister had to go to Germany to take care of her husband who had been in an automobile accident on the autobahn. He was lucky to be alive but would be in the hospital for a few weeks before he could come home. Mel went with her and was going to stay a few days to get her settled. Mel had friends in Frankfurt so we figured that would make it easier.

The short stay turned into several weeks and I was really missing Mel when I got a phone call one Friday afternoon. It was Rick, a good friend that I had known for years. Mel and I frequently went out to dinner with him and his wife Alicia.

"Hey, ole boy," said Rick. "Understand your batching it with your wife out of town. How would you like to come over and help Alicia and I celebrate."

"What's the occasion?" I asked.

"Just got a promotion at work and Alicia's pregnant," he answered.

"Congratulations on both. When and where?" I answered.

"We've already started so how about as soon as you can get over here and plan on making a night of it. Come casual but bring a coat and tie for tonight."

I was fortunate in that we had a live in Nanny for the twins. I contacted our housekeeper who sometime stays over to see if she could stay with the Nanny. She was more than happy to help; however, it took a couple of hours for her to get there.

I grabbed a coat and tie and some other necessities and packed them in the car. The drive over took about twenty minutes.

Alicia met me at the door. Boy did she look good. She was wearing a micro-mini and color-coordinated blouse. She carried a drink, which she immediately placed in my hand and then put her arms around me giving me a big welcome kiss. Only it wasn't a friendly peck on the cheek but squarely on the mouth and there was tongue in it.

"Hi, Charles," she said breaking the embrace. "We've been worried about you."

"Housekeeper took a little longer than planned to get there and threw me a little late," I answered.

Rick was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Rick?" I asked trying to mask the excitement in my voice that seeing Alicia was putting there.

"He's in the kitchen mixing up some more lime juice for the marguerites," said Rick coming into the room just as I finished speaking.

"I guess congratulations are in order," I said.

‘Why thank-you," purred Alicia.

"I swear that woman can make you climax just with her voice," I thought.

The drink Alicia gave me was over half-gone so I finished it for her. It tasted good. Rick quickly poured us each a fresh one and we went into the den. Rick had a new deer rifle he wanted to show me. Naturally that took a while.

Suddenly Rick looked at his watch and announced, "Sorry to break this up but we have dinner reservations at six o'clock and we need to get dressed. Charles, you did bring a jacket."

"No problem," I answered. "I've got it out in the car. I better go get it, because I definitely need to clean up."

The shower felt good. I couldn't get my mind off Alicia and how fantastic that kiss felt.

"Stop it!" I told myself. "You're acting like a little schoolboy fanaticizing about his new teacher. Besides, you're just missing Mel."

Yet somewhere in the back of my mind I kept thinking about a fantasy I had about a threesome with Mel and wondered if Rick ever thought about the same thing.

"Boy, if he does," I thought, "I'm more than willing to help out and it might be the door to convince Mel."

"In fact if Mel were ever willing to try it I believe Rick would be the man I would choose to be there," I muttered to myself.

I was the first to return downstairs but it wasn't long before Rick followed. He poured us both a drink, only this time it was Scotch.

"It's going to be a long evening," he said. "Think I'll switch to something that won't bite me back tomorrow,"

"I'll drink to that," I said raising the drink in a toast.

We were almost finished when Alicia came downstairs. Wow, was she a knockout. She had changed to a white cocktail dress, cut rather revealing in front and hemmed about six inches above her knees. Her legs were covered in nylons so sheer that they made them look even more erotic and she was wearing high heels. Her long brown hair was hanging loose. Her only jewelry was a pair of diamond earrings. She looked gorgeous.

"Hi fellows," she called, "hope I haven't made us too late."

"Naw," answered Rick. "The limo hasn't arrived yet."

"Limo?" I remarked.

"Yeah, tonight is special. I didn't want to spoil it for one of us by making him or her stay sober enough to drive, so I hired a limo for the evening," answered Rick.

Almost as if in answer to Rick's comment there came a horn honk from the driveway.

The limo was a big one. The driver held the rear door open for Alicia. Rick got in next. When I got in I saw that Rick had taken the facing jump seat so I sat down next to Alicia. As we rode to town we chatted aimlessly.

Sitting beside Alicia almost drove me wild. Her dress pulled up and I could see the tops of her hose where the garters were fastened. She made no attempt at pulling it down. The faint tantalizing odor of expensive perfume teased at my nostrils.

Dinner was at a nice place. The food was delicious and the wine exquisite. After dinner Rick whisked us off for a series of club hopping and drinking. At one place a band was playing and I got the chance to dance with Alicia.

Mel and I like to dance and are pretty good at it but Rick and Alicia are accomplished dancers. Alicia floated in my arms like holding a cloud. Only this cloud could snuggle her body into mine so tight that I could feel every curve she had.

Our last stop was to catch a comedy act that was in town for a special engagement. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard in my life. We managed to stagger back to their place a little after two.

Rick paid the limo driver and we all walked up to the house arm in arm laughing and giggling like the bunch of happy revelers we were.

"Oh this has been the most perfect evening," said Alicia when we entered the house.

"Then I have the perfect way for us to finish off the perfect evening," announced Rick.

"What's that?" asked Alicia.

"I've downloaded some new movies and I thought we might watch them."

"Oh, Rick!" exclaimed Alicia. "You know how those movies make me and it's not fair to Charles, Mel is not here to take care of him."

"No problem, dear," he casually said. You're here."

I was looking at Alicia when he said that and saw a sly grin cross her face.

"Don't make offers you aren't willing to go through with," she said.

"Who said I wasn't willing," he answered.

I didn't know what they were talking about but my heart started rushing the blood through my system because I was hoping they were talking about what I was thinking and were planning what I had secretly been wanting all night.

"Well then," purred Alicia, "while you set up the monitor and get the Champaign out of the fridge, I'm going up and put on something a little more appropriate for watching movies."

To my puzzled look Rick only grinned and said, "How about getting a couple bottles of wine and some glasses out of the kitchen."

As I was carrying the items back to the den I noticed Rick's coat and tie lying across one of the chairs.

"Good idea I thought," as I shed mine and tossed them on another chair.

"When I reached the den, Rick had positioned a sofa squarely in front of their big screen TV. There was a small coffee table situated in front of the sofa and I put the items I carried down on it. Rick wasted no time but started the first movie and then opened the wine and filled two glasses.

Holding his up to mine he offers this toast, "To the end of an enjoyable evening."

We drank in silence and watched the movie. The women were pretty and the action good enough to cause a stir in my groin. We were about a quarter of the way through the movie and halfway through the first bottle of wine when Alicia returned. At my first glance of Alicia the women on the screen were totally forgotten.

"Hi guys," she purred from the doorway.

The only light in the den came from the TV but there was a faint glow emanating from the living room. It was this glow shinning behind her through the doorway that outline and highlighted Alicia like a spotlight. The sight of her turned my senses to jelly and my heart pounding so fast I could almost swear my arteries were going to explode.

She was wearing hardly anything. All she had on was a pair of very small white bikini panties, a pair of thigh clinging nylons colored only enough to make her legs look tan, white high heels, and a see through floor length white robe which she hadn't bothered to fasten in front.

Her breasts were larger than Mel's and were every bit as perfectly formed and they protruded out firmly against the fabric of the robe.

Rick immediately poured her a glass of wine and held it out for her.

She walked over and took the glass from him and sat down between us on the sofa.

"Hmmm, good wine," she purred. "How's the movie?"

"Not bad," answered Rick.

I couldn't find my tongue to speak and finally managed to blurt out something unintelligible.

Alicia giggled and said, "From the look on your face Charles, the movie must be a hot one."

"No," I answered with more assurance than I felt. "That look is because you look so good."

"You like my outfit," she giggled again and finished her glass of wine and handed the glass to Rick for a refill. "I wanted to wear something you both would like."

"You do both like it?"

"No problem there," answered Rick handing her the refilled glass.

I blurted out something like, "On you, nothing would look good."

"That's what I thought," she answered.

Then offering her glass up in a toast, she said, "Here's to whatever happens."

We all touched our glasses and drank the cold sparkling liquid. Alicia immediately held out her glass for refilling. The first bottle was empty so Rick opened the second and filled all our glasses.

Alicia settled back on the sofa to watch the movie. With her free hand she pulled Rick's arm up over her shoulders and snuggled in close to him. His hand rested lightly on her breast and he gently fondled it.

She sat there only a few minutes before she changed hands with the drink and with the new free hand reached over and pulled me closer to her. She then took my hand and placed it on her thigh just above the stocking top.

The smell of her was intoxicating and finally getting to rub my hands on those beautiful legs had every nerve in my body tingling. I played with her leg and watched the movie. During one particularly hot scene Alicia placed her hand over mine and started it rubbing the insides of her thigh.

I'm no rocket scientist but I understood what she wanted. I gently massaged the inside of her leg while working my way up to the bottom fold of her panties. I rubbed all over the outside of her panties and when I rubbed my fingers down in the crack I could feel the material turning wet. I rubbed my finger under the helm and eagerly sought her love nest. As I rubbed it became obvious that I could never reach it because of the panties.

Alicia handed Rick her drink and reached down with both hands and smoothly pulled the panties off. Rick took the robe and she slipped out of it and then settled back only now she had raised and opened her legs so I had no trouble finding the opening to her. It was hot and wet. I rubbed all over but made sure to put lots of gentle pressure on her clitoris.

With my every touch and caress she squirmed and each time I massaged the clitoris she gyrated against my hand. She reached out and put her hand directly on my hard-on and started squeezing it through the material of my trousers. I could see she had Rick's in her other hand.

The movie ended.

"Come on, let's go up to our room," said Rick. "Our TV up there is just as big as this one and we'll have more room to stretch out."

Alicia stood up and answered, "Let's go. Rick you bring the movies and Charles stop by the kitchen and get some more wine."

Then she took off up the stairs. Watching her walk fully clothed was something but watching her catlike movements naked was even better.

When I reached the room Alicia had lighted several candles and their flickering light gave the room an erotic effect. Rick had the TV going and was sitting on the far side of the bed.

"Charles, put the wine on the dresser and come here," she said motioning for me to come to where she stood in front of the bed.

I did as I was told. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me long and hard. Her tongue was all over my mouth. We must have kissed for several minutes when she broke away and sat down on the bed in front of me.

"I've wondered about this long enough," she said as she unfastened my pants and pulled them down along with my drawers. My hard-on stood out straight and almost poked her in the face.

"Umm, that looks good," she said as she took my cock in her hands and pulled me towards her. In one swift motion she engulfed the entire thing in her mouth. I could feel the head of my penis moving against the back of her throat.

She placed one hand on my buttocks and with the other started massaging my chest. I obliged her by taking off my shirt and soon I was standing there naked in front of her as she expertly deep-throated me. The pleasure was making me weak and my legs started trembling so I reached out and my hands found her head and I grabbed it to steady myself.

I looked down to watch her. Alicia was looking up at me and I could tell she was smiling at me all the while she was working.

"God, what a beautiful sight," I thought. "Is there anything prettier than a beautiful woman sucking your cock?"

Suddenly I felt the first twinges of climax. Alicia must have felt it too because she pulled back and commented, "No, you don't. I'm not letting you cum that quickly."

She leaned back and pulled herself on the bed until she was stretched out on her back before me. Rick had taken off his clothes and he moved over to where he could cover her mouth with his. One of his hands was gently massaging one of her breasts.

I decided I had waited long enough too. I reached down and spread her legs and crawled on the bed between them. The vision I had was everything I imagined. Alicia's pubic hair was light and thin. She kept it trimmed and there was only a very small patch crowning her lovely pussy.

I immediately buried my tongue in her. She tasted sweet and tender. I explored every minute bit of her inner parts with my tongue, at times burying it so deep into her that her pubic bone pushed my nose in and cut off my air. Other times I would use the pressure of my nose on the pubic area to put pressure on her clitoris.

My actions were having a deliriously intoxicating effect on Alicia as I could hear her moaning and occasionally gasping. Once I looked up and saw Rick was now sucking on her breasts and she had his hard-on in her hand. Every few minutes I could feel her tense up tight only to feel my head being grabbed and pushed into her as she rotated her pelvic region to a moaning climax. Each successful encounter would drive me on. I lost count of the times she climaxed after five. Finally, she grabbed my head and pulled me up to get onto her. Rick moved back and lay close beside her propped up on a pillow.

As I crawled on top of her we put our arms around each other and our mouths locked in a hungry kiss. My penis slid into her with no help from either of us. Even as we kissed my rock hard penis was jamming down into her as hard as I could push it. She was responding back with each thrust and grinding her pussy into my pubic bone on every thrust.

Her motions resulted in a voluminous climax almost immediately.

Her actions subdued momentarily but the pleasure was too intense and I kept pushing into her seeking release. Then as suddenly as her actions stopped they started again only this time even more violently. I was totally out of control. Sensing her climax heightened the sensation more than I realized possible. Again the action stopped only to start again.

I lost total consciousness of time and space. All that existed was the immense pleasure I felt inside Alicia and my instinctive desire to spew my cum inside her. The speed of my movements in and out of her kept increasing and I don't know how I stayed inside of her. The faster I got the faster I wanted to go.

My climax came not as a violent eruption with everything going with total release from its coming, instead I felt the cum swelling up inside me and then its flowing into her with each thrust. Alicia must have somehow felt me cumming because her hands that sometime during our frenzy had gotten around my buttocks pulled my groin hard into her and she groaned as once again she climaxed.

We resumed kissing and I could feel I was not softening but the head of my penis became super sensitive. I started a slow gentle movement gliding in and out of her. I continued for several minutes, the movements slowing as the sensation diminished.

I broke the embrace and stopped my movements although I was still inside her. I rose up supporting my weight on my hands and looked down into Alicia face. Her face irradiated a soft glow and she was smiling.

I didn't what to pull out of her but I knew I was going to have too. Alicia took the initiative by gently pushing me off her but as I got off she motioned for me to lie on my back. Lying there looking down at my once proud and hard member I saw that it was still semi-erect and covered in the juices of our mutual passions.

Alicia crawled over me and lay down on her stomach between my legs. She engulfed my penis in her mouth and slowly started sucking and tonguing it. The sensation was delightful. Not as intense as when the organ is filled and seeking to discharge its contents but greatly pleasurable.

I watched feeling pure ecstasy as she worked on me. Every once in a while our eyes would lock in contact and her mouth filled with my penis would smile at me. The sight of that beautiful face with my cock in her mouth and that long hair hanging down on my legs was extremely erotic.

While I was pulling a pillow down to put under my head so I could watch her better I saw that Rick was positioning himself behind her and between her legs. He reached down under her pelvis and pulled her buttocks in the air. She willingly obliged him and rose up on her knees. When she was in the right position he entered her from the rear and began to slowly fuck her doggy style.

I must confess that it was one damn horny sight. Alicia on her elbows between my legs sucking on my cock while at the same time watching her getting fucked.

I could tell immediately that what I was watching was a well-rehearsed style. Rick kept his tempo slow and even and I saw her rocking her hips in unison with him.

I wondered what it would look like with Mel in this position. The thought of Mel being fucked while I watched brought a twinge to my penis and Alicia looked at me and grinned.

The show went on in front of me and with me for some time as I watched her again experience climax after climax. Each time she would get close her eyes would go nearly shut and when she climaxed her body would go suddenly rigid then relax. Of course each time she neared climax the intensity on my penis increased only to drop back to a slow gently tempo.

"Alicia," I thought, "is a woman built for fucking and she definitely loves it."

Somewhere in this picture I could see my penis standing a lot taller and Alicia's mouth moving a lot farther along its shaft although it didn't feel like it was that hard. Rick's slow tempo started picking up and his thrust started rocking Alicia pretty hard.

At one point she let go of me and put her head down on her arms. Rick shifted his weight from behind to on top of her. She was lying flat on the bed with Rick on top thrusting hard into her. They were both moaning when Rick's climax came. Unlike mine, his exploded and he collapsed on Alicia.

They lay they for several minutes. My hand sometime during their final drive went down to my penis and I found that stroking it felt good. I was casually stroking it when Alicia raised her head up and looked at me. Seeing my condition a sly smile crossed her lips. In a short time Rick and I had traded places.

I was surprised to find her still wet but then I realized that the full contents of two men had been dumped into that lovely little pussy of hers. I don't know if it was the loss of sensation due to my previous climax, the wetness, or that her pussy was totally dilated from all the fucking but I could barely feel any sensation beyond her warmness. There was no resistance at all to my penis as it pushed its way into her and back out again, but I began to realize that this had its own unique pleasure.

I continued the slow tempo for a while but hormones are stronger than will power and I soon found myself increasing the intensity of my strokes. As I increased the intensity my weight kept shifting more and more on top of her until I found myself lying on her back but still able to fuck her. This was a strange sensation because Mel's pussy would never allow entry from that far down much less allow continued fucking.

I don't know how long I fucked her this way. I know I would grow tired and slow down only to come back harder and stronger when I rested.

Although Alicia couldn't move much in this position, her moans and occasional shrieks of pleasure communicated that she was still very much in the game and urged me on.

Even great times must end and mine ended on a dry climax. The sensation starts like a regular climax but little or nothing comes out and the sensitivity increases to the point that continued activity becomes painful. Exhausted I fell on the bed beside her. Again she smiles at me and whispered, "That was wonderful."

I looked over to where Rick was and saw he had already passed out. I looked at Alicia and saw she had seen that Rick was gone too. She took my hand and we crawled up beside Rick and covered up. She snuggled up next to me and we held each other kissing and fondling each other for a long time. She liked for me to play with her pussy and even after all she had been through I got her to climax twice with some direct and heavy rubbing of the clitoris. To my surprise after the second climax I found some rigidity come back in my penis. Alicia found it too.

"Let me show you something," she said, and proceeded to position us so that I was partly on my side and partly on her. She managed to get my penis inside her. Movement on my part was out of the question but she could move against me. The effect worked because she experienced another organism and I could feel more hardness growing in me. Alicia rolled me on bottom and now sat straddling me.

She was now in control and worked the situation for every ounce of pleasure it could give. Surprisingly I stayed in her until she collapsed partly alongside and partly on top of me in exhaustion.

In only a few seconds we were both sound asleep.

I woke with a start, for a second I didn't know where I was. The bed was shaking. I opened my eyes and the room was bright from sunlight streaming in through the window. I turned over and there in the middle of the bed with the covers all thrown off was Rick fucking Alicia.

He was poised above her supporting his weight on his arms. Her legs were inside his arms and locked over his shoulders. Her hands were clinching his buttocks. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly in ecstasy.

By the tempo he was setting I figured he wouldn't last much longer. Even if he could delay cumming the pace would exhaust him. But he was not opting for delays. His face started screwing up and his mouth set hard. His tempo of thrusting which had been hard and fast was now almost uncontrollable. With a loud groan he grabbed hold of Alicia hard and held her close. As spasm after spasm rocked through his body he ground his pelvic area harder into her. She reciprocated by grinding her pelvis into him.

The spasms subsided and he lay there quietly on top of her. I couldn't get over how limber she was. He was lying on top of her with her long legs pinned up along her body. Her feet were over her head and she was bent double at the waist.

"Truly she is a woman built for fucking" I repeated to myself.

Rick opened his eyes and was looking right at me. He made no effort to move but continued to lay there enjoying being in Alicia's embrace.

He spoke. "Morning. I trust you slept well. Hope we didn't wake you."

"Naw," I answered. "I had to wake up to find out what was disturbing the bed anyway."

Alicia broke out laughing and half-pushed Rick off beside her. She unfolded her legs and turned on her side towards me."

"Good morning," she said. "How are you this morning?"

"Great," I answered. "How about yourself?"

She smiled, "A little sore but very content."

"Shucks," I answered in mock pout. "Does this being sore mean I don't get my turn?"

"Not in the least," she fired back quickly. "It just means you're going to have to be gentle."

"Yeah," I said. "I just saw gentle."

Rick was lying behind her now and had propped himself up on one elbow and was looking over Alicia. He laughed and answered, "You just have to find a spot that's not sore."

Alicia held open her arms for me and I crawled on top of her.

Her legs were wide and since she was filled with Rick's cum her pussy was very slippery making my entry easy. I lay there locked in her arms and started to slowly rock my cock in and out of her. The slurping sound it made was highly erotic.

Since I knew she was sore I could not hammer her too hard so I opted to use her wetness to my advantage. I would bring my penis completely outside of her and then thrust it back in. I had only done this slow thrust a few times before she started thrusting back hard into me.

"Harder," she gasped at the end of a stroke.

Harder," she commanded as I thought I was driving it into her throat.

"Oh, god, harder, faster," she commanded as I went absolutely bonkers jerking it all the way out and diving it back into her.

She went crazy and I guess I did too because we ended in an explosive climax at the same time. I collapsed in her arms.

After a little while I rolled off.

Her voice a little hesitant, Alicia asked, "Did you have a good time?"

"Definitely," I answered. "I can't remember when I've had such a good time."

"We're glad," answered Rick.

Sensing a little awkwardness I made my excuses after offers of breakfast and left. I had mixed emotions on my way home. For the first time in our marriage I had cheated on Mel but some how it didn't seem like cheating. I rationalized it by making it the first step in my own fantasy of a threesome with Mel.

My mixed emotions turned to downright fear when I got home. As I let myself in the first thing I saw in the living room was Mel's bags. She had come home sometime during the night.

How was I going to explain all this? I had not cleaned up before leaving and I smelled of booze and sex. I was sure Alicia's scent was all over me.

Maybe I could slip in and get in the shower before Mel woke up.

I slipped into the bedroom and looked at the bed. It was empty.

"Hello, lover," came Mel's voice from behind me.

Busted, she had been in the twin's room and must have heard me come in.

She came into my arms and was kissing me. We embraced for a long time just holding each other. She pulled me into the room before she spoke.

"Have a good time with Rick and Alicia?"

Without waiting for an answer she said, "From the looks and smell of you I would say that was a yes. What did you all do?

I knew I was in a delicate situation. I could lie but Mel was not stupid and besides I'm not a good liar. Sometimes the best solution is just to face the situation head on and then work on damage control. I told her the whole story from start to finish including how I had ended the morning.

Throughout Mel listen intently and when I was finished her reaction was not what I expected.

"That sounds absolutely wonderful. You will have to do that for me sometime. But, if you think having just fucked Alicia is any excuse for not fucking me right now and right here you are sadly mistaken."

With that she pulled off her robe to reveal she had nothing on and positioned herself on the bed with her legs spread wide.

I quickly undressed and with the remains of Rick's and Alicia's love juices still on me fucked Mel to a raging orgasm.

As we lay in each others arms Mel spoke softly to me, "Do you think we might try having a third person sometime?

God, I Love this woman.