The Sex Club
written by:
Lisa Peacock

Ok folks...yes it's me Lisa, seems ages ago since I wrote anything, and checking up it is. Do hope everyone had a great Christmas, and looking forward to great things happening in your lives, come the New Year. I see on TV some of you readers in the northern hemisphere are getting it pretty bad with snow storms, whilst we here are getting extremes in heat, high temperatures and quite a bit of cyclonic weather coming down from the tropics...glad I don't live in Queensland.

Anyhow this is my first fro the new year 2011... I hope I don't disappoint you...enjoy.

Warm regards Lisa

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Peter was into the final furlong of our lovemaking, the sex had been good.... no not good...great.

"Humph...humph...humph... uh...uh...uh" Our bodies were as one...connected by an umbilical chord called a cock...a very hard cock, perspiration poured from our bodies in spite of the rooms air-conditioning. He panted hot breath against my neck and ear.

"Oh god Rebecca I'm gona cum" he whispered, somewhat a little breathless.

The pace became faster, his thrusts deeper, more urgent. Each thrust pounding me deeper and harder into the soft mattress.

His hot breathe continuing to blast in my ear.

"Oh yes...yes.... yes"

Faster.... faster, his ass a blur as he pounded into me. I raise my hips up to meet his downward thrusts, at the same time gripping his firm fleshy ass, pulling him in, I feel that wonderful flush of an orgasm hit me and the same time I feel his body stiffen and he shouts

"Ohhhhhhahhhhhh fuck Rebecca, Rebecca, I'm cuuuuummmmmmiiiing"

He gives one final upward thrust, and I feel his warm fluid as he unloads himself and collapses on top of me, spent and exhausted.

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I covered my naked body with the bed sheet; my head nestled on the pillow, a satisfied smile spread across my face as I gazed at the hotel's bedroom ceiling.

I heard the splash of the used condom, as Peter...well I think his name was Peter, at least that's what he told me it was, when we had hooked up in the bar downstairs last night.... but then I'd lied and told him my name was Rebecca.... More splashing as he pee'd into the bowl, followed by the flushing of the toilet...and the evidence of our sexual activity along with it.

"Whoooow that was really something Rebecca" he said enthusiastically, as his naked form exited the bathroom and returned the bed.

I giggled and snuggled into his warm body and enveloping arms.

"Mmmm beautiful sweetheart just beautiful" I purred, gently kissing his cheek.

He slid his hand to my butt, stroking and caressing it. Somehow I had the feeling the night was not quite over.

"So tell me.... you married Rebecca?" he asked.

For a moment I hesitated, pondering as to whether I should confess that I was indeed married

"I guess the answer to that is yes" taking my hesitation as a yes.

There was no need to deny it, I doubted very much it was going to make any difference to either of us now; the deed had already been done.

"Yes.... Yes I'm married" I replied reluctantly, the reason for being here right now painfully etched in my mind. "Does it make any difference... for you that is?" I added

"Hmmm not to me it doesn't.... care to tell me why" he asked then hurriedly added "No, no sorry it's none of my business...I shouldn't pry"

"Hmmm doesn't matter.... I'm just out getting even with him"

"Oh yes?" he inquired.

I replied "Yes.... well you see I recently found out he was having an affair with one of his secretaries at work" and then went on to explain the reason why.

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I guess I was like most wives, and ok yes sometimes the wife being the last to know your partner is having it off with someone else. It was obvious all his work colleagues knew of it. It wasn't until Emma Driver eventually came to me saying she couldn't keep quiet about it any longer and that she thought I ought to know about it. Six months.... six whole months, and not once had I even thought that Brad was having an affair...when I did find out it was like I'd been hit by an earthquake.... He'd always played the part of the ever loving, caring husband...I was furious to think that every time I went to his office, his work mates all knew what was going on.... and I could only imagine the smirks going on behind my back. The thing was he had been so good at deceiving me, really covered it all up.

What I wasn't going to do to him... well it wasn't worth mentioning. I went to see my girl friend Samantha first... told her all about it, and what I was going to do.

She sat and listened, nodding from time to time, until I eventually I had finished venting my anger.

"First thing I'm gona do is file for divorce Sam" I said.

She looked at me for a moment or two then said.

"No...no I wouldn't do that... well not just yet anyhow"

I looked at her, puzzled by her answer.

"Are you crazy.... Didn't you hear a word I've just said"

"Oh I heard it all sweetie... but stop and think a while"

"You have great home, a Mercedes, plenty of money.... shop and do what you like when you like... he makes few restrictions of you"

"Yeah so?" I replied

"Ok so you go and see a lawyer, they are going to charge like wounded bulls.... rightfully as his wife you should get half...no pre-nups I take it?

"No none" I replied

"Now lawyers get involved and it's gona take forever sorting it out, both sides get nasty about it and in the end you finish up with far less than you really deserve... you want that?"

"No of course I don't" I replied "But what do you want me to do just ignore it"

"Don't be silly Laura, think hun...what I would do is play him at his own game... continue being the loving faithful wife... but get out and do what he's doing... find a nice sexy good looking guy and.... Well I really don't need to tell you do I?"

I sat contemplating what she had just said and what she was saying made sense, why line the pockets of the lawyers, and in the end finish with little or nothing. Brad was in a position to engage some of the smartest lawyers, and drag it out for as long as need be, until I ran out of money and options, and eventually settled on his terms, although I was rich in my own rights. Right now I had all the money I wanted or needed.

I had to stop...take count and plot what to do next. In the mean time I would be the loving doting and dedicated wife I'd always been.

Proof.... I needed proof. Saying he was having an affair was not going to cut the mustard. Hear say would never do, and getting witnesses to testify would not be easy. A PI is what I needed. I would have to rely on the yellow pages for that, and hope like hell I picked a good one.

Also I needed to start and stash cash into a separate account, an account in my name only, in another bank. That was one good thing about Brad... he made no restraint on how much I spent.... another good reason for staying right now. I'd start crossing bridges as I came to them.

It was a case; of letting my fingers do the walking. Eany, meany, miney mo. As it turned out it was a good choice. Gavin Banks listened carefully to my story, absorbing each and every word.

"Ok Laura.... may I call you Laura?" he questioned

"Yes... yes" I hastily replied. I saw no reason to call me Mrs Lamont.

He went on to discuss his terms and conditions, and what he required of me, plus a deposit.

I had no problems with any of his terms and I gave him a check for the deposit. Yes Brad could have questioned why a check to Banks Inc, but that was highly unlikely and I felt certain I could explain when need be... if ever.

So with the PI set up.... The bank account set up... there was little or nothing else to do... apart from finding myself a good-looking sexy kinda guy.

I was surprised how easy I could play the loving devoted wife... in fact I was rather relishing in it. I may in fact have been over playing the part.

"Whow honey you seem to be in a real good mood these days?" Brad said one day.

I just smiled "Well sweetheart I've just been thinking how lucky I am and how much I love you" I lied.

"Hey honey how nice of you to say so" his reply "And I love you" he added.

Yeah I thought and that little whore in your office and all the others I'm not aware of.

"Hmmmm well I do" I purred, placing my arms around his neck and kissing him passionately.

"Whow whatever you are taking these days, please continue taking love"

The passionate kissing of course led to um.... further things. Even having sex with him hadn't proved a problem... I played the part fully. I was eagerly looking forward to the next step.

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"How are things going Laura?" My friend Samantha asked.

"I feel great.... absolutely great" My enthusiastic reply.

"Well I can certainly see that... I thought you might be upset hun"

"I was to start with as you know... but after thinking about your advice.. I decided to go for it... I feel so.... So charged up"

"There's no doubt about that" her reply "I can see it in your eyes and attitude.... you're really enjoying this aren't you?"

"You bet I am"

"Can't wait to get out and about.... I'll show what's good for the goose is good for the gander"

"Ha that's the way love.... you show him" Said Samantha.

Everything was lining up and the cards falling into place. I was no longer the outraged cheated upon wife... a wife who originally wanted nothing more that divorce and sue the bastard for as much as I could get from him... this I found was so exciting and I thrived and reveled in it.

Next move of course was to find myself a guy... I had visions of what he would look like.

This was going to be the hard part...where do I start, and when I did find a guy...would I really be able to carry through with the whole thing, or would I chicken out... right now I was saying yes I could but when the reality is presented...could I really?

I'd troll the hotels, clubs and bars...like we all did a few years ago...like a hooker, or like a single girl out for a good time.

The opportunity presented itself a couple of weeks later, when Brad announced he had a conference, which would take him away from home for a few days

"Three at the most" he said.

"Oh darling must you?"

"Afraid so love"

We each made our lying declarations of disappointment, but inwardly I rejoiced... now it was time for me to prove my moment of truth.... could I.

Saying it and doing it.... two different things.

Having a friend with me would have been great, but most, like myself were now married or had moved on, so it was I... alone.

I pondered what I was going to wear. I searched through my extensive wardrobe, it wasn't that I had little choice; I had in fact too many clothes to choose from. In the end I decided on the black cocktail... normally men leaned toward black, black underwear, stockings etc...and I suited black, so black it was.

I'd spent time at the beauty parlour, making sure every last detail; tonight I wanted to look a million dollars.

The finished product looked good, even if I say so myself. I had no idea where to go... things had altered from the times when Samantha, and some of my other friends had gone out on the town... and it hadn't been that many years ago.

I drove the car up the main drag where we ourselves had visited, but it seemed it was all teenagers who filled the clubs and bars. Then I remembered a hotel we used to visit, always trying to pass ourselves off as somewhat more mature than we were, it was two blocks from here.

I drove past, and sure enough it was still open and looked busy. I found the car park, locked the car, and with pounding heart and weak knees I made for the main entrance. It seemed quite busy with couples entering and also leaving, it was certainly active. Well I had to start somewhere might as well be here.

With a deep breath I entered.

"May I help you madam?" came an inquiring voice. It was the head receptionist, wishing to know who the hell I was. I guess they had many hookers dropping by to solicit.

"Oh yes...I am to meet a friend here.... She said to meet her in the..." I saw a sign saying Granger Bar "...Granger Bar" I continued, trying to remain cool and calm. "Is it around here?"

"Yes madam straight through to your left"

"Ah yes thank you...if a Madeline Skelsey asks for me would you tell her I'm already here please"

"Yes madam"

I'm not sure whether I'd convinced him or not, I turned and headed for the bar.

At least the patrons looked like they were of the same age, all in little groups, or couples and all engrossed in their chatter.

I headed for the bar where there were a couple of empty stools; I hoisted myself up on one of them, crossed my legs showing quite a bit of thigh, and ordered a drink.

The barman was young and chirpy with a cheery smile

"What's your poison" he asked

I told him and shortly after he returned with my drink.

God what was I doing here. I asked myself. I hated drinking solo, for some it wasn't a problem but me... no I liked to be with someone, even just walking in had been an effort... if it wasn't that I was trying to get even with Brad I never would have come.

I tried to glance casually around the bar, a group here, a couple there, chatting, laughing. I saw a single guy reading book, and sipping his beer, another who was not paying any attention to anything in particular.... another guy on his cell phone. Couples here and there, two silver haired guys with a couple of good looking girls I pondered their relationship and the returned my attention to my drink and the barman... who engaged me in conversation between serving the customers... then eventually chatting with a couple further up.

Oh god Laura this was a stupid...stupid idea. I was so feeling cut off from the rest of the world.... And Brad what would he be doing now... I didn't' want to think... no I could go home and drown my sorrows in a good bottle of wine.

"Hi you look like you could do with some company" said the voice, taking the stool next to me.

I was a little startled; I'd been so engrossed in myself I hadn't heard him approach. It was the guy who had been on the cell phone.

"Oh er yes...yes I was supposed to meet a friend here" I replied looking at my watch. "Look like I might have been stood up" "It was a girl friend that is" a further addition.

I wondered if it was management checking on me... yeah perhaps I was getting paranoid.

"Yeah... looks like my date's stood me up also" he replied looking around the room. "I phoned her to see if it was still on.... all I got was her answering"

"Well it's her loss.... a handsome guy like you...I'm sure there are many more for you" I said, and then felt really embarrassed. God what was I saying, keep your mouth shut, he'll think I'm coming on to him...well aren't you hun.... A little voice said.

We engaged in some good conversation.... He was an interesting guy... and quite the comedian as well. There were times I had to stifle a giggle or two... the bar starting to take interest in us. Before I'd realized it I'd downed three or four drinks... and I was not used to alcohol... I just didn't seem to care anymore.... then his hand dropped to my knee.

He never batted an eye...just kept chatting and joking. I never stopped him either... and when it moved slightly further up.... My heart started to pound, thump...thump.... thump.... ohhhh...god.... here we go.

His fingers gently stroked and massaged the inner area of my thigh.. My heart raced and pounded faster. His conversation never stopped. Then he looked me straight in the eye.

"Look why don't we get out of here...away from all this" he said, indicating with the sweep of his head.

"Oh...er...yes.... yes" I replied nervously "Um...er...where can we go?" more nerves, more pounding heart.

"Up to my room" an upward nod of the head, his hand still stroking and massaging.

"I'll collect a bottle of Champagne from Charlie" he said, meaning the barman.

"Oh by the way my names Peter... or Pete to my friends... Peter Goodwin"

It seemed funny, that we had been chatting all this time and not once had we introduced ourselves to each other; he even had his hand half way up my skirt.

"Oh hi Pete.... my name is..." I had to think quick, not wanting to reveal my true identity. "Rebecca... Rebecca Wallace" I lied... well he probably had as well.

"Ok Rebecca Wallace let's go eh?"

With the introductions over, he helped my off the bar stool, and ordered up a bottle of Champagne.

"Charge to your room Mr Goodwin?" Charlie the barman enquired. Pete nodded.

Charlie with a mile wide grin on his face winked at me as he handed Pete the Champagne.

I felt the eyes of the entire bar were upon us.... or me as we left... bit of a guilty conscience perhaps.

The elevator doors glided open, and elderly couple alighted, bidding us a cheery good evening.

On our way up, Pete wasted no time... his free arm snaked around my waist, drew me close and he placed his lips upon my lips as we engaged in a hungry, passionate kiss.

I was left in little doubt as to what his intentions were when we arrived at his room, as he pressed gyrating body against me letting me feel his hard erection.

"Whow...phew" I said, as we eventually broke apart, gasping for breath.

"Yeah... whow... you are some hot woman Rebecca Wallace" his reply.

Hot woman... was I or was that just a get me in bed compliment... the one guys tell every woman... who cared anyway.

He swiped his key card, then ushered me inside the room. "Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly" flashed through my mind. It was an impressive room, and spacious by hotel standards. Whatever Pete Goodwin did for a living, it paid well.

Two flutes of cold Champagne were quickly poured; I had barley taken a mouthful, when Pete relieved me of it, saying

"That can wait till later... we have more urgent and pressing needs eh?" with a smile.

"Yes I guess we do" I quickly replied... somewhat influenced by the drink. Well I had come here for just this moment so lets not waste any more time... bring it on.

Bring it on he was, arms around my waist, pulling and pressing against me. I wondered if the erection I could feel was the same one as the lift or a new one, either way it mattered not.

Our lips met, our mouths open, our tongues delving.... there was hunger and lust in the kiss... my southern area was becoming wetter by the minute... we'd both reached the point of no return.

I pressed and held myself tight against his erection, as his hands slipped to my ass, squeezing my buttocks; he then pulled me hard against that hard manhood. I heard and felt the zip on the back of my dress as he undid it. Without breaking or surfacing for air, he drew the straps off my shoulders, and like shedding a skin I wriggled free letting it slip to the floor... now only bra and panties to go, not counting stockings and hi-heels.

First move was to put his hand down the front of my panties, fingers touching and running over my pubic hairs, gently over the slit, then probing, and delving.... rubbing up against my clit.

Ohhhh god did it feel good, mouths still locked together. I found myself gently rocking to the motion of his inserted finger.... wishing for something a little larger.

We pushed away from each other, both breathless, gasping and gulping for air.

His eyes surveyed my partly clad body.

"Ohhhh shit.... ohhhh god" he exclaimed. "God you look ravaging hot"

Right then I felt hot... my temperature having...or seemingly notched up a degree or so.

With finger and thumb each side of my panties, he pulled down, removing them.

I assisted by, lifting and stepping out of my right one first, followed in a similar fashion with the left one. Our passion for kissing continued, still with a burning hunger and lust. His fingers at my bra strap, a silent ping, and it was undone, and my breasts broke free from their restraints, full firm and nipples hard as diamonds.

Now I was naked and vulnerable to his attack, his hands and fingers running fast and loose, touching, squeezing, massaging, exploring and delving in every possible place and orifice. I was his willing captive; slave... a slave to my own desires and lusts

I'd never felt this way with Brad, we'd had sex, and there is a difference. I was wet.... very wet, I could hear the slurping sound his fingers made as he pushed inward...thrusting them back a forth.

"Come.... let's get on the bed hun" he invited, and with his hands firmly holding my butt he lifted me off my feet and walked me back toward the big soft bed before gently laying me down.

I was about to remove my shoes and my stockings. "No...no, leave them on... I like a woman in her shoes and her stocking" he said.

"Like a whore eh?" I enquired smiling.

"Yes...yes just like a whore" his reply, a wicked little smile crossing his face.

"Tonight you can be my whore eh?"

I stretched full length, parted my legs, stroked my pussy with my right hand, and smiled.

"Yes...yes tonight I shall be your special whore"

As we spoke he'd continued to undress, piece-by-piece his clothing fell to the floor, to mingle with my discarded clothes.

His wicked, mischievous smile remained glued to his face.

"You'd like that wouldn't you... to be my whore for the night?"

Strangely enough it did have a certain appeal, a whore, role play the part of a whore, a lot of women liked the idea... but of course would never admit to it.

Hmmmm I snuggled into the sheets and mattress and with a broad smile, said

"Yes.... Yes I'd love to be your whore for tonight hun" I have no idea why I said that...it just excited me... role playing a whore... and hey girls don't say that some of you out there haven't thought about it as well, it kind of excites us.

He quickly discarded his clothes, revealing an extremely taut and attractive sexy body, this guy looked after himself, and the bonus was he had a very large erection to compliment it... well hung as they say.

Noticing my eyes were focused upon it and standing over me and with a broad smile on his face he asked "Will this do?" stroking it at the same time.

My heart pounded with expectation and excitement at the sight of it. I replied "Ohhhh I'm sure it will do just nicely" a broad grin on my face.

"Good" his reply, making for his jacket pocket. As he returned, his teeth tore at the cellophane wrapper of the condom and removing it, carefully placing it on the bedside table, the little bubble showing at the top.

Our eyes met briefly, we both smiled, no words were necessary.

He lay beside me on the bed, cradled me in his arms, holding and pressing his warm body against mine... allowing me to feel his hard throbbing cock.

For a moment we kissed, not a ferocious passionate kiss that I'd expected...but gentle.

As we kissed his hand glided gently over my body, feather like, feeling, touching, exploring. I found it far more exciting and erotic than the quick wham bam, rough sex approach.

My pussy oozed wetness. His hand ran over my hip, around my butt, a gentle squeeze, pulling against his erection. It felt hard and throbbing. I'd been on my side, now he pushed me on to my back. The kiss was sweet and gentle, I felt he tip of his tongue run along the edge of my lips, his hand gently cupping and squeezing my breast, finger and thumb teasing the nipple causing it to go hard.

"Oh god" I sighed

Now a moan "Mmmmm" as the warmth of his mouth suckled the hardened nipple, and his tongue teases it. He fed on it like a child feeding from his mother's breast.

Hand and fingers moved down, light as a feather, touching the softness of my smooth silk like skin, across my curled pubic hair and running over my wet slit. Then penetrating inside it.

First one finger, then two fingers, and then three fingers, working against my love nub. I parted my thighs a little more for greater access.

My hands gripped the bed sheets tight.... Oh god he was driving me wild. My mouth wide open as if about to scream, but no noise emanating. He continued suckling my breast and fingering my pussy. The combination driving me wilder and wilder with a desire I had never felt or known before... I was oblivious of everything else.

Withdrawing his fingers from my pussy, they glimmered wet with nectar, and placed them in his mouth, sucking and licking my body juice. More fingering, collecting another layer of nectar, this time putting them in my mouth for me to suck and lick.

"Hmmmm my little whore feels and tastes good" he said smiling.

"Do I please you good sir?" I asked, continuing the role lay.

"Oh indeed you do.... indeed you do... worth every cent my dear"

A gentle kiss on the lips, to my ear, kissing his way around the curvature of my neck, back to my breast, down my body. As he did so, his fingers continuing to work vigorously at me cunt. Kissing, kissing, kissing, ever downward. Warm kisses, warm breath caressing my skin, across my short pubic hair. I arched my back and breathed deeply... excitement and anticipation building. He moved his body between my legs, pushing them apart. Mouth and kisses first around my left thigh, then my right thigh, teasing, teasing, ever teasing. Then slipping his hands under my buttocks he lifted my pussy up to meet his mouth then...

"Ohhhhhh god" I screamed as his mouth and tongue met the lips of my pussy. His tongue at first teasing, licking strokes with little penetration. Slowly with each stroke of his tongue he delved deeper and deeper. My whole body felt it was on fire, electrified. My hands held his head, and my thighs clamped tight like a vice, not wanting him to stop or escape. I wanted this wondrous feeling to last forever.... And then the orgasm hit me. I shrieked and moaned, body stiffening as it ran through me. Peter's tongue and mouth gorging and feeding ferociously on the honey I was producing.

"Oh god... oh dear god" I whimpered.

He was good at this, a man of obvious experience. That tongue of his working my clit, flicking it.... The feeling was so hot.... so intense. When he broke away it was almost a relief. My heart pounding... I was filled with lust and desire. That smile on his face as he straddled my body.... Placing his hard cock between my breasts, taking hold of them and squeezing the firm flesh around the shaft, slowly working back and forth.

I could see the slit and Cyclops eye of the head as he pushed it forward.

Then taking hold of my head, he lifted it toward his hard manhood. There was no need for instructions. I knew instinctively what was required of me as I parted my lips, feeling the warmth and hardness of his erection fill my mouth as he fed it inside.

The warmth of my mouth became a haven for him. His eyes closed as he sighed.... a sigh of deep satisfaction and contentment.

Now it was my turn to tease and torture him, as my tongue licked, mouth suckled and worked the hard shaft, hand fondling and gently massaging his balls.

Continuing to suck I glanced upward and could see the immense pleasure he was receiving, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

My tongue, flicked over the hard head, rolled around the corona, and delved into the slit, then taking it fully. Feeling the whole shaft fill my mouth. I kept lifting my gaze upward, watching the joyous expression on his face.

"Ohhhh yes, yes, yes" a sigh, a moan, as my head bobbed back and forth, simultaneously my right hand holding and working the shaft, whilst my left gently fondled and squeezed his balls.

My jaw was starting to ache, and I was hoping and praying he'd soon wish to move on.... when I heard him say

"Roll over...onto your back hun" I was relieved, which any girl who has sucked a guys cock will understand what I' was saying here.

"Spread those beautiful legs sweetheart"

I did, and was ably assisted by him, as his hands took hold and parted them for me, putting them in the position he desired, legs bent at knees.

He took a long time just to view my slit, almost savoring the moment.

"Oh god.... That looks so beautiful.... so inviting" slipping his fingers inside it.

By now I was wet.... and I mean wet.... boy was I ready for it.

He was kneeling between my legs, working his fingers in and out, before taking his erection, giving a little pump up to ensure it was nice and hard.

But he was in no way finished with me yet...not by a long way.

He knew I was hot and ready for it, but wanted to draw it out a little longer.... tease me.

I felt the throbbing warm hardness as he rubbed over my left thigh, passing to my right.... My eyes glued to the monster between my legs... almost begging him to put it in... god what was wrong with the guy didn't he know I wanted it and wanted it now.

Well that's just it; he did, only too well. There was a wicked mischievous look upon his face, watching me agonize.

The hard head traced my slit, up and down... down and up.

Oh for god's sake put the fucking thing in...I felt like screaming at him.

He just kept smiling, as my body stiffened as my hands clawed and grasped at the bed sheets... waiting.... waiting.... waiting.

Ah at last, I felt the head pop inside... I closed my eyes and awaited the wonderful feeling of having a guy's erection inserted into me.

This guy was a sadist, as he withdrew, I was about to abuse him for being one, when I felt it go in once more. This was all a game to him. Head in... head out, stabbing at me....in but not quite in.

"Oh for god sake fuck me you asshole" I eventually screamed at him, unable to play any more of his little games.

He threw back his head and laughed, "Oh dear me.... you hot little whore" then he pile drived into me.

Even though I was more or less prepared for it, it still took my breath away..

"Ohhhhhhhhh shit" that was me, as I felt its fullness thrust in. We both watched as it vanished into my warm wet tunnel of love. Talk about hide the salami; well he'd hidden his alright, only the dark bushy tuft of his pubic hair pressed and intermingling with mine.

"Whow, does that look great" he murmured.

"Feels pretty good as well" I commented, both smiling approval at the sight between my legs.

He slid his body on top of mine, then gently kissed my neck working up around the curve...until our lips met... a sweet gentle kiss to start with, exploding into a full blooded passionate one.

As his ass rose and fell, I could feel the movement of his hard manhood inside me. I was being fucked and lord, didn't I know it.

I savored the sensation of his movement inside me. Control; what control, I had lost it, and right now I didn't care... all I wanted was for him to fuck me, and right now he was doing a pretty good job.

With my arms firmly clasped around him, like a limpet I clung to him, my own body rising and falling in unison with his.

Each stroke... no each magnificent thrust, pushed me deep into the soft mattress.

"Ohhhh god, ohhhh god yes" I purred.

Warm hands cupped, squeezed and massaged my breasts, whilst his ass continued to hump up and down. Thrusting, thrusting, continuously thrusting

The bed played along also as it bounced in unison with his actions.

I sensed the immense pleasure he was receiving also, the grunts, the groans.

"Awwwwww yes, yes"

"Oh god, fuck yeah"

It was minute after glorious outrageous minute. Not just one position, but a variety. Flipping me over, and face down into the pillow, his knees between my legs pushing them apart, and the feel of his manhood being inserted once again inside. Grabbing my ankles pulling my body down the bed, and allowing them to fall, so that I was now bent over the end on the bed.... entry from behind, slap, slap, slap. It was the sound of flesh against flesh, as our hot bodies came together.

The orgasms when they hit were magic...like some great electric surge running rampant through my body. I shuddered and moaned, I drifted on a warm current of sensation.

The hands holding my hips firmly in position were hot, as the pounding became faster, more urgent.

"Oh god.... oh god.... I'm gona cum.... I'm gona cum" No sooner had he said the word and it happened. His final thrust was deep and hard... all the way in... a gasp, a groan.

"Awwwwww god, fuck"

"I'm cummmmiiiiinnnngggg"

It was long and drawn out. No doubt the little bulb at the end of the condom was now being filled, as he unloaded into me.

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Peter...or Greg Stanley, which was his real name, but always used the name Peter Bishop, when out on the prowl for pussy, and tonight he was on the prowl for pussy. Tonight as they say, he'd hit pay dirt.

The blond had caught his eye immediately she had walked into the bar. Tall, slim, long legs and best of all a real stunning ass, he wasn't sure what it was but a woman's ass always turned him on, really turned him on, it was the first thing his eyes went to. The big question was she a player? Or had she come here to meet up with some other guy, maybe she was a hooker.

He was hoping it wasn't to meet a guy.... and certainly not a hooker. Paying for pussy wasn't for him.

He sucked in air through his teeth... "Shhhhweee" as she drew herself up on to the bar stool...crossing her legs and showing thigh.

"Oh god will ya look at that?" the sight of extra thigh exciting him

"Down boy.... down" he said to his slowly expanding cock. "Later boy...later.... You'll get fed later" he promised.

Arne.... I just gotta phone Arne... tell him what's sitting near me, he's never gona believe it.

Keeping his eye on the blond, he brought up Arne's number and pressed dial

"Arne...Greg here" he said when Arne answered.

"Yeah what's up man" Arne's reply.

"You ain't not going to believe this old buddy...but over to my left I have the most gorgeous goddess you have ever seen"

"Oh yeah, tell me about her"

Greg/Peter, enthusiastically entered into great detail the woman that had captured his heart.... well for tonight any way.

"Whow she sounds really something man" he replied when Greg had finished.

"She is she is"

"I'm just thinking if it all pans out I might invite her to join the sex club... what do you think pal?"

"Hey... hey let's not get ahead of ourselves s here... what do you know about her...anything?"

"Hmm no nothing yet... but I will before the night's out" he replied grinning.

The blond had taken a sip from her cocktail and was slowly scanning the bar, he averted his gaze.

"Er just hang on pal"

He took his phone, clicked to photos focused in and took two quick pics.

The silver fox guy opposite, who was sitting with a friend and two young women, followed his line of gaze to the blond sitting at the bar. He turned back looked at Greg, grinned and winked approval.

The girls didn't look like their wives and wouldn't be their daughter's....hookers perhaps? Greg was hoping the blond wasn't a hooker.

Greg immediately sent the pics to Arne... there was a moment of silence

"Holy shit... I see what you mean.... Yeah definitely go for it pal... but tread carefully... you know the rule" and hung up.

Greg checked his watch, the blond had been sitting there for almost fifteen minutes. He'd been watching the other male patrons, she was certainly attracting attention...but who could blame them?

He made a decision, either she was wanting to be picked up or her date had let her down... time to rescue her... hey after all wasn't he doing the right thing, a damsel in distress?

"Hi you look like you could do with some company" he asked, she gave a startled look and turned toward him.

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Greg's thoughts went back to all this when he first met her, as he stood naked and pee'd into the toilet bowl...his warm fluid splashing around the used and discarded condom.

God she was hot and gagging for it. He told himself. He finished peeing flushed the toilet and rinsed his hands. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he ran his fingers through his hair and admired his naked body.

Mind who could blame her... with a guy like me, a smug smile crossing his face.

He fondled his cock. "How do you feel now mate...now that you've been fed" he silently said.

One final admiring look at himself then he turned off the light and to himself said.

"Now for round two"

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Watching that beautiful full frontal of Greg's coming back to bed was a total joy, having him slide along side me, feeling his arms around me; his hot naked body pressing against mine was even a bigger joy. I quivered as his hard erection once again entered, and I rode the tidal wave of passion. I have no idea how long we spent in that wonderful world... I didn't care... and this time there was no condom to fill...only me. At the end we lay in each other's arms, both spent; we'd given it our all.

I lay on my side; head supported on bent elbow, looking at that beautiful face, my hand running through his hairy chest.

"So you and hubby have been having a few... er.... problems" he hesitatingly asked

I said yeah, and repeated what I'd told him previously.

"So this is your way of getting even... balancing the books" a grin on his face

"Yeah... do you blame me?"

"No... no not at all... but what about really balancing the books?" he asked

"What do you mean by, really balance the books?"

"Well by what you're telling me, it's not the first time he's been screwing around, and what about other women you are not aware of?"

Well he had a point, but I had no evidence to the fact that he was screwing around with others.

"Don' know could be...no proof"

"What about that PI you hired?"

I'd already told him about, the PI and all the evidence he'd trawled up on Brad, the photo's, and taped conversations... all that was the clincher as to why I was now lying next to this guy just having had magnificent sex.

"Not interested in finding anymore...what I have is enough...anyhow what's this balancing the books thing.

He went on to tell me about the "Sex Club", well not so much a club, but a group. All I had to do was put my phone number into the system (cell of course) and I would be linked to like-minded people.

Rules:

Any new number I receive I don't ring for 24 hours. If they ring me the question will be "Are you available for tonight" Answer: Yes or no, if no they hang up and move on to another, no in between conversation. If yes, they have to organize a time and place and pay for the room... no bringing or going to each other's residence. You never date twice in the same month. Last rule.... have fun.

"Whow I think I could like that" I said enthusiastically.

"You think?"

"God yeah I do" my lower regions already tingling with excitement at the thought.

"I could start and download some contacts now if you wish?"

"You can?"

"Yeah sure... got your phone here?"

"Bears shit in the wood?"

I climbed over the top of him, and made for my purse, digging it out and handing it to him.

"You sure about this hun...once its in, your gona be inundated with calls...new meat.... whoops sorry, new contact... female"

"No problem" I smiled.

"Isn't your husband going to ask why all the sudden increase in phone calls?"

"Nah... don't worry about him, he's too wrapped up in his little whore"

"Oh well if you insist"

"I do"

He spent the next twenty minutes putting contact numbers into my phone, when he'd done he handed it back to me.

"I'll wait 24 hours before I inform the group...that gives you time to change your mind"

"I won't change my mind... do it now" I insisted.

"OK"

Then it was done, I was in the system, and all I had to do was wait.

As we lay on the bed, snuggled real close. I ran my hands through his hairy chest, slowly making my way down. The hair became thicker courser as I worked through that jungle of pubic hair. Surprise, surprise there was a giant tree trunk standing thick and tall in the forest. My hand grasped at it, it needed cutting down and I knew just how to do it.

First pump it up nice and hard, get it to grow as big as you can. I straddled his body, just hovering above the trunk, a cheeky impish grin on my face.

"God you little slut... whore" he said. His hands cupping my butt and squeezing.

"Yes I am aren't I" still grinning.

When I felt the hard head against my slit, it was then I slowly lowered my self down the trunk.

There was only the sound of my gasp of joy echoed by his gasp of joy.

"Awwwwww"

"Ohhhhhhhhh"

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I awoke to the room full of daylight. The last thing I remembered was being entwined in Pete's arms, and an immense feeling of satisfaction, I purred like a cat as he held me tight.

Reaching across the bed I felt the cold empty space, where my lover had been only hours before. As my senses slowly returned I became aware of my surroundings, nothing had changed much.... Pete's clothes had gone... and there was an envelope on the pillow next to me. Upon opening it there was a large sum of cash and a note.

"For my very favourite hot, sexy whore... have fun, love Pete xxx"

The cash amounted to five thousand dollars.

"Bastard... fucking bastard" I declared to myself. Did he honestly think I was a hooker, a whore?

God I had no need to be a hooker, I had more than enough money to satisfy my needs, why would I need $5000...mind there was a certain satisfaction that I'd been worth that amount. I just didn't want the title hooker and whore attached...although some would attach that title to me anyhow after what I'd done last night, whether I got paid for it or not... I knew what I would do with the money.

I took a long hot shower, dressed, and putting the room key on the table and left. I didn't want to drop it off at the desk, and having some smart arse desk clerks smirking as I departed.

I drove past the mission and dropped the $5000 into the donations box... I guess they could make better use of it than me. I have no idea if this absolved me from being a hooker, but I felt better for it.

The house was silent, empty when I got home. I made breakfast... I was ravenous... Mrs Kennedy our housekeeper would be here in another hour or so. I went upstairs to the bedroom, ruffled up the bed sheets to make it look like I'd slept there and turned the shower on and dampened the towels. God I was getting good at this. Is this what Brad did? How he thought? Trying to keep his affair with that office whore from me...god whore who am I to talk about whores?

Next I checked for voice mail.

"Hi honey just giving you a call, guess you must still be round at Sam's...I'm having an early night...just wanted to say I love you and miss you...wish all this was finished, night sweetheart" there was the sound of kisses before he hung up.

Early night, wish it was all finished.... Yeah right.

Perhaps I thought I should return his call, just to let him know I'd received it and confirm I had been at Sam's. I rang the hotel.

"Oh hi, is Mr Lamont available?"

There was a pause, and then

"I'm awfully sorry but Mr and Mrs Lamont are out for the day.... Can I take a message?"

I controlled my rage and calmly replied.

"No that won't be necessary it's not important" and hung up.

So his little whore had been promoted to Mrs Lamont eh? Well let's just see about that

I jumped, when the phone rang, I wondered if it was Brad? Had the receptionist told him a woman had called? No... it was Sam.

"Hey sugar... how did it all go last night? I went into great detail, and blurted out everything... even this morning's latest news.

"Whow...I'm speechless...talk about drama, so where to from here hun?"

"Well I have a list of numbers... how about I start at the top and work my way through them?"

A chuckle. "Yeah that would help I guess... god this is becoming better than the soaps on TV"

"Sorry I shouldn't say that"

"Oh don't worry love, I'm just starting to write the next script" I replied with a laugh.

"As they say...you ain't seen nothing yet?"

We had a good chinwag, and when I eventually hung up, I felt good.... real good.

Mrs Kennedy came and went and as usual was her thorough self, and me well I was now dancing on cloud nine...maybe even nine and a half.

I went shopping, always a good therapy at a time like this, a whole heap of sexy lingerie, sexy dresses, short of course and all new shoes, not that I needed any more I just wanted to have them to compliment my new ensemble, after all if I was going act and be a slut I might as well look like one. No more Mrs dull boring Mrs Nice guy...or is it girl?

I couldn't wait to have a personal fashion show, as I flipped from one ensemble to the next...whow I looked stunning even if I say so myself... Brad, eat your heart out honey.

Feeling in a giddy mood, and high on expectations. I danced around the room, humming tunes, and then I put on a CD...Queen...I liked Queen...poured a big stiff drink...early in the day, yes I know, but it all matched my devil may care mood.

I slumped.... Nah sprawled out in the chair...rather unlady like... but hey I really didn't care right now...then my cell phone rang.

"Oh who the hell is that?" I said, rather annoyed at the interference.

I grabbed the phone and answered.

"Yes" a rather brusque reply I know.

Hesitation, then... "Are available tonight?"

Now it was my turn to hesitate... it was like a bolt of lightning, wham.

I didn't think there would be such a quick response. It had caught me quite unawares and unprepared. My heart and pulse were running at full speed. Bump, bump, bump. Pounding in my brain. I tried to speak and nothing came out.

"Hello...you there?" came the voice.

"Are you available tonight?"

"Er... yes... yes" I stammered, was I or wasn't I?

"Ok good... 8.30 at the Hotel Gardenia"

"Is that alright with you?"

"Oh er, yes, yes... sure" Still stammering like an idiot.

"How will I know you?" The line was dead.

I stood staring at the phone for a minute or so, stunned and shaking.

God what had I done? Phew, shit, shit, shit.

I poured another drink and flopped down in the chair again.

I'd just taken a sip or two when the phone rang again.

It was the same question, different guy.

"No...no sorry I'm not", then click, gone.

All afternoon I was receiving calls all wanting to know if I was available.

Hell what had I got myself into? The wolves were circling, and I was the prey.

In the end I turned my phone off and threw it in my bag. From now on I had to be careful, one slip and Brad might find out. I guess he was playing the same game.

Condoms...I needed to get some condoms. If I was going to have sex with all these guys... well some of these guys, I needed protection... again I had to make sure Brad never found them...otherwise questions as to why I had them.

God this was gona be hard going, trying to conceal all my sexual activities, and than act the loving devoted wife at the same time...but I was now more than ever determined to do it.

Getting over the first shock of my first call, I now felt a tingle of excitement; this game wasn't bad at all no, not bad at all.

Condoms fist...I had to get a supply of condoms. I phoned Sam.

"Sorry love can't help, but local mart will have" Oh god did I have to go to a store and buy.... silly question, of course I did, where else would I get...vending machine... perhaps, better to bite the bullet.

I went to a store I did not use regularly, picked up a few extras that I had no need of, and threw in a packet of condoms along with them.

I felt so, so embarrassed when the girl put them through the check out. I must have been bright scarlet...she never battered an eyelid. Phew.

Ok I had tons of time to prepare myself...beauty salon... out of the question, not at this time of day, but I doubted if the guy was going to care too much, as long as I smelled and looked right. Well I could do that...it was after all just a one-night stand. He'd be taking more notice of the slit between my legs than my face and hair.

I'd not long had a Brazilian, so I was still bald a smooth down there...was he a good tongue man...oh I hoped so...I do so like a good tongue.

I soaked up the warmth and perfumed water of the bath, allowing the fragrant scent to enter into every part of my body. He was going to be presented with the sweetest smelling female body ever.

Stepping form the bath I checked myself out in the mirror... vain...perhaps, but I liked my body... I liked the way I kept it in shape.

I posed to the right, running my hand over hip and ass, then the same on the other side. Full on I cupped my breasts, squeezed and teased the nipples.... Mmmmm that felt good. Running my hand over my taught flat belly and silk smooth skin, down between my legs. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes and parted my legs, my hand passing over the smooth area that once had the growth of pubic hair, finger gently tracing the outline of my pussy, before inserting it deep inside.

I gave a gasp. "Ohhhhhh" yes, yes, yes. I was ready for it. I wanted it, now more than ever. Last nights experience had roused the devil within. There was no way back, no putting him back in the box.

At the appointed time I walked into the bar. Far more confidant than I had been last night...but still a little self-conscious, but the more I did it, the more confidence I had. It was pretty obvious some of the patrons saw me as a high-class hooker, but again that never bothered me either. In fact in some strange way it added to the thrill.

I was dressed in one of my new ensembles, a burgundy body hugging cocktail dress, and matching burgundy underwear. Stockings remained black, with black hi-heels. It certainly caught the eye of all the male customers. I smiled inwardly. Now the question was, was one of these guy the one who was expecting me.

I headed straight for the bar, hoisted myself on to a bar stool; there was a swish of silk as I crossed my legs and ordered a drink.

Before the drink arrived I heard a voice behind me.

"Are you available tonight?"

Well this must be my guy... at least I hoped it was, and not some other guy thinking I was a hooker.

I turned toward him, smiled and said, "Yes... yes I'm available.

He was unlike Peter from last night, but I came to learn that not all my dates in the sex club were Brad Pitts.

He was about the same age, but a little tubbier... obviously not a fitness freak as they say. Hair receding, and certainly not the looks of Peter...or my husband... but hey lets see what the sex is like

"I'll pay for that Charlie... and another for myself" he said to the barman.

"Well you obviously know the barman...come her often?" I enquired. He smiled and replied "Yeh... I bring all the group members here...I like it and the service is good... should start bringing your group dates here"

"Yeah maybe" I replied, taking a sip of my drink, and again smiling inwardly as I watched his eyes rake over my body. First he stared at my cleavage, wondering how my dress stayed up, then down at my legs. I bet he couldn't wait to get them prised apart...in fact I would put money on it he was getting a hard on right now.

"So the barman knows what I'm here for... a romp in the sack upstairs" I said, grinning.

"Yeah I guess so...is that a problem?"

"No... no not at all"

"I'm Grant by the way"

"I'm Rebecca" I replied. "And I'm guessing Grant is not your real name"

He smiled, shook his head and said no.

"And I'm guessing Rebecca isn't your real name" he replied

I smiled in return "No also"

"So tell me how many times have you done this before?" he asked.

"Well to be honest Grant this is my first date as a club or group member" I didn't count Peter... he was different.

"Whow sort of like a virgin eh?"

"Yeah sorta like a virgin" My reply

Saying that brought memories flooding back, and how easily I'd given my own virginity up to a college boy. Vince Baldwyn... college hunk and school jock. Number one football player... destined for high places and a seat on the board of his fathers company.

All we cheerleader girls idolized him, we'd do anything to be seen with him...well almost anything.

Our hearts would go pitter pat and pussies get a little damp whenever he was in the area. He was good looking and knew it. He had a tree full of fresh fruit to choose from.

I thought I was off his radar screen, and most of the girls who had already been out with him said he was a good looking bastard that just wanted you for one thing, and one thing only. They also claimed he had a little black book with all his conquests, date, who, and a tick next to fucked.

"True" said Shona Drew. "His friend Sam Tyler's seen it... swears that's how it is... knows all the girls Vince has had"

It still didn't stop them, some seeing it an honor to be on that list, trying hard to get on it.

We were doing our usual thing, when to a cheering crowd, the team ran out onto the pitch, as he passed by he turned his gaze toward me and winked

Shit, my knees almost buckled and my legs turned to jelly...my heart...well if there was a Richter scale for hearts it were way off it.

I don't think it was coincidence that I kept running into him...at coffee bars, and all areas that I frequented. I'd never seem him at any of them before, and suddenly he starts to turn up.... Yeah right, I should have seen it coming.

His little black book would already have my name in it.

Date: Yet to be determined Name: Laura Gresham (maiden name) Fucked: no tick yet.

When he did ask me out I couldn't believe it. I blushed bright red and stammered yes, yes love to.

At first he was the perfect gentleman and I felt real cool to be seen driven around in his open top Mercedes (daddy had bought for him).

Knowing heads just smiled and said, "Well there goes the next one"

He made no attempt whatsoever until.

It was one of those bright cloudless sunny days, gentle breeze, the smell of new mown hay from somewhere near by. We were miles from anywhere and lying on a blanket in the shade of a tall tree, hardly a sound apart from the rustle of the tree, swaying in the gentle breeze.

The picnic had been great and the wine.... Yes I know I shouldn't have been drinking wine...but it tasted so good, and yes I was feeling a little tipsy.

Vince had it all worked out, the country, nice and quiet, a relaxed atmosphere, a little wine...but not too much to get me drunk, that would never do. He gently laid me back on to the blanket... the kissing became more and more passionate more intense. We'd kissed before, but not like this.... this was different. The thing was I responded to it, it felt so, so good. His hand cupped my breast, gentle squeezing and massaging, making my breasts firm, and nipples hard... but of course he could feel all that when he slipped his hand under my bra and making contact with my bare skin, his thumb making little circles around the hard peak.

Ohhhh god did it feel good...I'd never had a boy do that to me... oh a little grope... but not bare flash grope.

His hand slid down making it's way between my legs, I could feel his hand and finger work against my pussy through the material of the dress... and yes I did like that... but it was on the outside not inside.

Now it was time for him to try under my dress, as his hand curled under the hem, stroking my thigh as it made toward the prize he so desperately wanted. Alarm bells were starting to ring, ding, ding, ding!

He tried to get his fingers under the leg part of my panties, get to feel the prize.

My hand immediately stopped him

"No...no Vince"

"Why hun...what's wrong... just a little feel that's all that can't do any harm can it?"

"No, but it's what it might lead to" My reply.

"Oh come on hun...I'm not gona do anything you're not comfortable with"

I stared at him for a moment, his fingers twitching against my thigh.

"Promise" I asked

"Promise sweetheart, I love and respect you far too much... I want this to work for us.... Oh I Know I have a certain reputation but you... you are different"

I released the pressure holding his hand from going any further.

He made it to the top of my panties, slipped under the elastic and continued to venture down, passing over my very fine pubic hair.

I took a big gulp, my heart was pounding at a million to the minute, when his figures pressed against my pussy lips, the sudden penetration make me gasp.

"It's ok baby...it's ok... oh god you feel good...real good, and so wet" his fingers working in and out.

"Now just close your eyes and imagine the real thing inside you, not my fingers but the real thing"

After a moment he asked "Can you imagine it hun...does it feel good?"

"Yes, yes" I croaked.

"Well one day that's how it will be babe" continuing to work and tease my clit.

My mind continued to imagine his fingers being his hard erection. The more I thought about it the more I drifted into oblivion, a haze.

What I wasn't aware of was him, using his other hand pushing the hem of my dress upward. I wasn't aware of him pulling my panties down. I didn't realize just how far he'd pulled them down until after the event.

I was lost in this fog of beautiful euphoria, my own hips now moving to the beat and motion of his thrusting fingers.

I wasn't aware of him unzipping his fly and taking out his pride and joy...the pride and joy that had given so many other girls so much pleasure.

Now he had one final act... the finale before the curtain came down.

He gently and quietly slid on top of me... an action I don't recall. Another action I don't recall was his knees between my legs, prizing them further apart. All I do know is his fingers were like magic and the euphoria continued for me, as did the fog.

The time had come, now for the switch, and it happened in the blink of an eye.

Finger out, hard cock in. The head entered first, then the whole shaft. The sudden brief stab of pain brought me to my senses... but it was too late

I opened my eyes to see his smiling face only inches away.

"Oh you feel good honey... real good... nice and tight, just how I like it"

"You bastard...you fucking bastard" I screamed at him, my clenched fists flaying at his arms and back.

I felt the motion of his cock inside me and knew I was being fucked. He just continued to smile saying "Oh now, now love, temper, temper...don't say you didn't want it and don't say you don't like it, cause I know you do"

Well in a way he was right... I guess deep down I had asked for it...and yes I can't deny it felt good.

"You promised you bloody well promised" I replied

"What can I say...I guess I broke my promise" still grinning "Should I get a good lawyer?"

It wasn't that he'd just taken my virginity...it wasn't that, I hadn't promised to be chaste until I gave it to my husband, whoever that might be. It was that I wanted to give it on my terms, to the guy of my choice.

I'd always bragged that I wouldn't drop my knickers for any one until I decided, sometime in the distant future, and here I was lying on my back on a blanket under a tree getting fucked by the college jock.

Now by tomorrow the whole college would know, every one of them...this sort of news traveled fast...Vince made sure of it.

Now he could complete and update his little black book

Date: 14/3/... Name: Laura Gresham Fucked: tick

Mission completed.

The session wasn't long, maybe six or seven minutes. He gave one last thrust up, and I felt the warm stream of his cum as he unloaded himself.

We lay locked together for a while. He gently kissing me, telling me how good I was.

"You're not still mad at me are you hun?" He asked in a little innocent boy way.

I contemplated the question for a moment.

"No...no I'm not... I just wanted to do it on my terms that'd all"

Our relationship lasted another six weeks; a long time by Vince's standards so I guess that meant something, then it was another girl. No doubt her name was already in his little black book. I wonder if he still has it?

****** "Major Tong to earth.... major Tong to earth. Come in earth"

The sound of Greg's voice brought me back to the present moment

"Oh sorry hun, I was miles away"

"Yeah it seems so" he replied with a smile.

"I said would you like another drink or, get on with the business of the evening"

His hand was on my knee. Now I hadn't noticed that, and my glass was empty... the heat in here must have evaporated it.

"I think I'll take the second option" My reply

"Excellent choice" he said, "Lets go"

The room was quite adequate; it had a bed, which was the main thing. A comfortable chair, table and chairs, TV, etc, etc, the usual set up

Greg was wasting no time, as soon as he walked through the door he was stripping off his clothes. He kicked off his shoes, then his jacket and shirt, thrown haphazardly at the chair... no neat folding for this guy.

His next move was to unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly, and hobbled a teetered around as he endeavored to step out of them. God I hope he takes his socks off, I hate a guy who leaves his socks on...thankfully he removed those as well. His clothing had hid a body that had not seen much exercise in recent times. I guess the life style he now led, he had let it deteriorate. It was starting be become flabby, his face was staring to look puffy, and I could guess given another few years at this rate would se a very large flabby bald guy.

I guess it was my turn, and I started to undress. He was sitting on the bed with only his boxer shorts on. He held up his hand a said

"Stop...stop, not yet" I remained motionless

Now he stood, slipped out of his shorts and was completely naked, not a pretty sight, but there was nothing wrong with his gear, from here it looked pretty good.

Lying full length on the bed, he made himself comfortable, took hold of his cock and set about making it hard.

"Now my lovely, start to strip.... real slow like" grinning.

Starting again, I unzipped the back of my dress, drew the halter over my head, and slowly shuffled it down, each shuffle allowing it to drop lower and lower, eventually stepping out of it.

Standing in only bra and panties, (not counting thigh hi stockings and shoes) I was about to undo my bra when once again he said, "Hold it"

Whilst gazing lustfully at my semi naked body, he pumped the shaft furiously, I watched as if by magic it began to swell...bigger, and bigger until it grew into a full size erection... whow wasn't I a lucky girl... two big ones in two night's it doesn't get any better than this.

"Ok now the pants babe"

Like a striptease artist, I thumbed under the elastic top, and swinging and swaying to the imaginary music, slowly started to remove them.

"Oh yes. Yes baby...oh yes that's the way" continuing to pump the hard shaft.

I thought if he keeps that up, the way he's going, he's gona cum before I get to him.

I twirled until my back was toward him, still tugging my panties downward, presenting him with a perfect view of my ass, and then bending over, giving him an even better view.

"Oh god.... oh shit, ohhhh that's just perfect baby...just perfect"

The way he was talking I thought he's already exploded, and fully expected to see a stream of hot white fluid, as he ejaculated... again thank goodness no

When they were down around my ankles I gracefully stepped out of them, kicking them across the room.

Confronted with full frontal, I felt sure he was ready to explode. I decided to tease him further. Whilst striking a sexy pose, and giving a demure look. I ran my hand down my body, legs slightly apart; I fingered my pussy, making a tantalizing gesture by inserting my fingers inside it, smiled and blew a kiss.

"Oh god.... oh fuck" he exclaimed, hand still pumping furiously, as his eyes raked over my naked body, focusing on my breasts and between my legs.

I had to say this he had staying power. If I thought for one second he was going to shoot his bolt and cum all over I was wrong. He had other ideas for that.

"Come" he said, patting the bed, and summoning that I should join him.

As lay next to him, his arm slid around my waist, drawing me close, his body felt hot and clammy, his erection pressed hard against my own body, and with his hands gripping my ass, he pulled me even closer, working and gyrating his hips, making sure I could feel it's fullness. Our lips met in a full-blooded passionate kiss, with my hands around his neck I pulled him even closer, mouths and tongues in lustful combat.

Tight as he was holding me, I managed to slide my hand between us, the monster I felt was hard a very large, and that's the only way to describe it, what it might have lacked in length... which wasn't much. It's girth seemed huge as I grasped it in my hand.

He gave a long sigh when I took the hard erection in hand.

"Ohhhh god yes...mmmmm, yes" murmuring a sound of approval.

Sliding his body on to mine, using his knees he gently, but firmly prized my legs apart.

Having pushed himself up and now at arms length, he gazed between my legs, as did I, and god, holding in my hand and seeing it, it was both awesome and a little frightening, this thing was about to enter my body.

"Ok hun...ok, guide me in...guide me in....I want to fuck you....I need to fuck you"

I gulped saying "Yeh ok... but hell it does look rather big" a hint of apprehension in my tone.

"Ha, don't worry... it'll go sweetheart...it'll go.... All—the—way" The last part he said very slowly and deliberately.

The head felt hard, I watched as it began its journey inside, I held it, and fed it, watching it slowly disappearing. Not only could I see it, but also at the same time I could feel it.

"Oh—my—god" It had my pulse and adrenalin on full.... god it felt so, so good.

The warm wet walls of the cavern that was my pussy, gripped his manhood... believe me it was big and it felt big inside there.

I'm not too sure who was giving the biggest moans and sighs or groans...it just seemed to come out in dual form as one.

There was nothing left to see...he'd well and truly hidden the sausage, just a mass of bushy pubic hair, pressing against my bald slit...it was all in, every inch of it.

Throwing my head back on the pillow, I gave another long satisfying gasp, and felt him moving inside me. It was good.... very, very good.

His movements were strong and rhythmic; occasionally making one big thrust, just to let me know how big and powerful it was. Oh he didn't have to do that, I know alright.

Slipping his arms under my legs, I could feel myself being hoisted upward as he slung them over his shoulders, my legs in the air and feet pointing at the ceiling.

Showing no mercy as he continued his pounding, the sound of flesh against flesh Thrust, thrust, thrust. Slap, slap, slap...

"Uh...uh.... uh"

Then without warning he pulled out, quickly flipped me over on to my stomach, spread my legs and like a flash, was once again pushing inside me.

Slap, slap, slap...push, thrust, push thrust.

Brushing my hair to one side, and kissing my neck, and nibbling my ear.

Oh god how I loved a man that did that, sends goose bumps right through me.

The bed jumped, bumped and vibrated in response to his thrusting and pounding, as was my body as it got pushed into the mattress.

"Uh...uh....uh....oh god... oh fuck" he said, licking and nibbling at my ear.

"I want to cum on you... not in you...if that's hun"

I could see no reason why not. "No...no that's ok with me" came my reply.

With that he pulled out, and once more flipped me over on my back, straddled my body...well to be precise almost straddling my tits, taking hold of my head pulled me toward his enlarged and enraged hard cock.... Pumping the shaft furiously.

I knew then where he wanted his cum to go... over my face. Oh—god.

I watched as his hand worked and jerked the shaft furiously. Listening to the sounds he made as he did so, getting nearer and nearer to that time when he would release that torrent of hot wet liquid.

My head shook and bobbed in his hand, I watched and waited for that moment when it would burst from him. It was near now, very near.

"Ohhh...mmm ohhhh"

"I'm gona cum...I'm gona cum"

I squinted my eyes, ready

"Ahhhhhhhhh.... Jeeeeeeze... fuuuuuuuuck"

First bolt of hot fluid hit me right between the eyes, second one my mouth and last one in my right eye. I felt the warm fluid begin to run down my face. I smelt the specific aroma of cum, my tongue licked at the semen on and around my mouth, again the specific taste of cum.

"Whow what a shot" he laughed...seeming proud of himself, and rolling off from me.

Using the bed sheet I wiped his cum from my face.

"Yes... yes nice one" my reply

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Early morning saw me showered, dressed and heading home... minus my knickers I might add, a trophy of our night of passion so he said.

Before I'd had time to put them on, he'd grabbed them, pushed them into his face took a deep breath, and breathed in the aroma.

"Mmmmmmm, beautiful" he remarked. "I'm keeping these" he added.

There's something very daring and sensual about walking around a city without any panties on. Keeping my dress pulled down and my legs tight was an essential.

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Once again I beat Mrs Kennedy home.... I went around the house, making it looked lived in, ruffling bed sheets, taking another shower.... put on the coffee pot, which tasted absolutely divine...god I needed it.

The light on the message machine was blinking, three in all...two inconsequential, the third, you've guessed it.... Brad from last night.

"Hi sweetheart...I'm just back from conference... one hectic day here...glad to get in shower and hit the sack...guess you're over at Sam's, catch you later hun...love ya"

Hit the sack eh? With that whore no doubt...well I was hitting the sack as well hun.... love you too. I said to no one in particular.

I rang him back.

"Morning sweetheart" I began... there was woman's voice in the background. Then came a muffled "Shhhh"

"Oh sorry hun...did I catch you at the wrong time?"

"No...no, just down at the conference room having a coffee... too much chatter, that's all"

Yeah right, far too much chatter, I said to myself.

It was the usual banter. He was glad it was the final day of the conference, glad to be getting home, couldn't wait to see me...ya, de ya de, da...kiss, kiss, kiss.... see you tonight.

Back home again he had his faithful husbands hat on, and I had my faithful, dutiful wife's hat on. The ever happy couple reunited, bliss of a kind continued on.

My cell phone was running hot, as Peter had said it would. Keeping it turned off was the only way to stop Brad asking too many questions. This sex group was really something. The more I screwed around, the more popular I became. The more popular I became, the more phone calls I received. Naturally all this had to coincide with Brad's going away...which happily was quite a bit these days...his office whore must be really something, I thought a little enviously, but hey why complain...I was getting mine, and enjoying it.

"I might have to be away overnight tonight sweetheart" he announced one day.

"Yeah ok love...if you really must" my now automatic reply.

A couple of hours later my phone rang.

"You available tonight" the caller asked.

I smiled to myself and said, "Yes"

"Good... the Astor Hotel...8.30...ok?"

"Yes" came my reply.

Brad rang to confirm he'd be away for the night, back first thing though...promise.

"I'll take you somewhere special...great meal...great wine, make up for it all"

"Sounds great love...look forward to it"

Tonight I wanted to look my stunning best.... And I managed to achieve it...well I think I did.

I sauntered into the Hotel with a confident sway of the hips. Pulled up on to a stool, ordered a drink, and kept my back to the door...I was a little early.

I looked at my watch almost eight thirty, and then right on cue, I heard the voice behind me.

"You available tonight hun"

I slewed around on my chair and replied

"Oh yes...I'm very available hun"

The look on his face was worth a million dollars...I only wish I had a camera.

Stunned would not be good enough...but it would do.

It took a moment for him to reply.

"Yaaa...yaaa..you?" He eventually stammered.

"Yes Brad darling me.... Your wife, remember me" I replied and smiled.

"Sorry but it looks like your stuck with me for the evening...however you could take me for that meal and great wine now if you like" grinning. You see I'd recognized his voice when he rang, and this was just too good an opportunity to let slip by...let's get it all out in the open...that's what I say

Story written by Lisa Peacock.