Climax At Midnight

Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife

Leo was a freak, no doubt. He was buck wild. I never would have guessed that about his Ivy-league ass. He was always so buttoned up and professional, since he was the youngest to ever be promoted to partner at Simon, Wallace, and Elliot. Even when Leo posed in front of women, he was cool and smug. He’d slither his eyes around our bodies, and barely give off even a hint of arousal. Except when he was around me.

Right after Brad was hired at the firm, Leo had a party for his new team. When Brad introduced him to me I saw a little glint in his wink and he tried to wash his eyes over me with discretion. He shook my hand, holding it just a bit too long, rubbing his long manicured fingers across my palm. After that I caught him stealing glances at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. The longer we knew each other, the bolder he got.

It finally reached a point where he’d hug me and kiss me to greet me, and hug me and squeeze me when we were leaving, like he and I were life-long pals. Now that I look back on his overt sexual advances, I felt remiss that I never played up to him sooner.

I kept telling myself that Leo was just a temporary amusement. But the reality was the more we fucked, the more we liked it and the better it got. He kept pulling me in deeper, tolling me back to his condo. He even started pulling out his box of “toys” on me. That’s when I started to see just how kinky his mind worked.

I had my own toys, but Brad never allowed me to use them during sex. He complained that I had his whole body to use as a toy, plus he was interactive. But Leo was all for toys, watching me get off on what he was doing to me with them, getting himself all lathered up, then fucking me with the fury of Hurricane Rita. And I found myself looking forward to it and daydreaming about it increasingly each day.

During our last encounter, he introduced me to a new vibrator, one that was controlled by musical impulses from an mp3 player. It seemed crazy at first, but did it ever provide a helluva kick! We were stretched out in the bed when he whipped the thing out. We had been playing with each other, both of us topless, him down to his ass-hugging briefs.

“What’s that contraption?” I asked.

“What does it look like, Miss Smarty?”

We had gotten pretty comfortable with each other in a short time. He had a quick wit, but my sharp tongue was right there to cut him down to size, and he seemed to enjoy our back and forth.

“It’s new, I got it to try out on you, just for you. I think you’ll get a real kick out of this.” He put the headphones on me and told me to lean back on him.

I did it. First, he rubbed the pole over my skin, letting me feel the speed of the vibrations change as he turned up the volume and changed the music tempos.

“That tickles!” I giggled aloud. He rubbed the little joy stick over my breasts, while he was busy with his hand in my pants.

“Now let’s try it down here.”

He started pushing my pants down, and I helped him remove the binding, eager to try out this little gadget. I leaned back on him again, feeling him getting harder against my back. He pulled my legs apart, positioning the pink pole right on my clit, increasing the volume of the music in my ears as he licked and sucked my neck. The pleasure pole radiated heat and energy from the epicenter in my core out to the tips of my fingers and my toes.

“Oh shit Leo, that feels good!”

We kept playing with different tempos of music and he alternated between having the pole up in me and his fingers in me. Then he started licking me and sucking my clit, while shoving the little vibrating pole in me. I thought I was going to die. The stimulation of the vibrations inside me brought on a climax within minutes, and I drowned his tongue. He kept licking and sucking and poking me until I went straight to orgasm number two. It was unreal.

“Ummm hmmm, I like this game,” he purred, rubbing his tongue up and down my thighs. “Now it’s time for the real action.”

He didn’t waste one second climbing on top of me, and pumping me like mad, pulling my body into different positions. Once he had seen how limber I was, the sky was the limit on how he might position my legs, or what angle he decided to use. We were soaked with sweat and everything else. Good grief, even with Brad, I never had so many wild orgasms.

Now Leo wanted to change things up again. He wanted to get outdoors. I thought he had lost his mind when he texted me with his suggestion for Friday night.

“Let’s go to the park and see a movie after dark.”

A movie? I thought.

“What are you talking about?” I texted back. “And where the hell are you that you aren’t talking to me? You know I don’t like leaving footprints.”

“Don’t worry, I’m in a meeting, sitting not far from your husband. I needed a quick turn-on. It’s kinky that I’m texting you while I’m looking dead at him. I’m getting hard.”

Oh my God, he was crazy! I wanted to kill him, but it aroused me, knowing that he was sitting there next to Brad getting a hard-on because of me. Still, I wasn’t about to say anything incriminating. Let him do the chatting.

“So, what movie outdoors?”

“The park in Plainfield. Last movie outdoors for the summer. I want to go with you.”

“Well, let me check things out and I’ll let you know. You call me later.”

“Want to come play with me now? I’ll bring some toys.”

I laughed to myself, spreading my legs apart under my desk. I started thinking about the last episode with his little toy, and it got my juices flowing. I let my hand graze under my skirt just for a second, feeling the heat rise.

“Yeah, might be kinda hard right now, I’m too busy.”

“You bet it’s hard, that’s the best time!”

I squirmed in my chair even more. Just then, one of my associates knocked at my door. I jumped, crossing my legs quickly, trying to wipe the silly grin off my face. I motioned for him to enter, as I ended Leo’s play time for the day. I could hardly wait to talk to him now.

Leo finally called me before he left the office to finish the details about our “date”.

“Leo, you do realize how risky this is, right? Being seen out in public, and right in our neighborhood.”

Leo scoffed. “What, you embarrassed to be seen out with me or something? I don’t care what people might think.”

“No Leo. I mean, we’re married and somebody might ‘make’ us. What if somebody sees us?”

I heard Leo sigh and breathe deeply. I knew this would be a fight I would lose. One thing I quickly learned about him was that he was as stubborn as an old jack-ass.

“Tate, baby, it’ll be dark. Nobody will be paying attention to us. Plus, I got something really kinky in mind for you. It’ll be well worth your time, promise.”

Now I sighed. I might as well save my breath. Arguing with the attorney was futile. I capitulated.

“Ok, ok, I’ll meet you at the park.”

I could detect the smile in his voice. “And wear something loose.”

Now he really had me curious. Friday couldn’t come fast enough.

Leo had fixed it so Brad would be working late, allowing me time to shower, change, and get out of the house before he got home. I got Clarissa to cover me, as usual. All the planets were aligning. Even the weather had cooperated. The evening was breezy and dry, with clouds floating past the moon. Perfection.

I pulled up in the parking lot to the park and spotted Leo standing perched against his convertible Jag. He looked very different—sportier. He had changed out of his starched dress clothes and put on something completely out of character for him. He had on a knit zip-front tan and emerald jersey with dark green khakis. He had also cut his hair and got it styled differently, with a slight part on the side. But the real topper was that he had his goatee and beard trimmed up just like Brad wore his. This man was primping for me! And the hell if it wasn’t working, because his tall, tanned body looked like he should have been stretched out on the cover of PlayGirl.

I strolled over to him slowly, taking in every detail of his appearance.

“Damn, Leo, what the hell happened to you?”

I slid up on him, wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with his hair.

“What do you mean, what happened? You don’t like it?” He frowned.

“No, no, I love it! You look so hot, I just want to rip this shirt off you right now.” I pulled down on the zipper on the shirt, exposing more of his chest.

He grinned, looking relieved. “Well don’t do that, it’s new! I thought you might like it.”

“What are we watching anyway?”

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s, your favorite.”

Oh my God! The man had been listening to me during our late night pillow talk! What the hell was going on with him? We were just supposed to be fuck buddies. Now he was acting like he was my man or something. I didn’t know if I should run or be flattered. I stayed, following his lead into the park, as he grabbed a blanket and basket from his car.

We sat on the ground, as far away from any other couples as we could get so we could fool around. Leo had his hands all over me, especially once the movie started. Next thing I knew, he had his pants unzipped, and had his hand in his pants, pulling at his dick. His other hand was roaming inside my panties, getting me wet. Then he pulled me on his lap.

“Come up here,” he instructed, grabbing me by the waist and centering me on his crotch. He had me sitting right on his steely dick, and I could feel it pushing against my clit. I almost forgot where we were, about to make noise out loud. He rubbed his hands over my nipples, sliding one hand back between my legs, while he licked and sucked my earlobe. I had to fuck him, but it didn’t seem to be the right place to do it. We were still surrounded by people, and we were out in the open. I heard Leo whispering in my ear.

“Put it in you and fuck me. Right now.”

Now he was nuts. How the devil?

“Leo, somebody will see us,” I whispered back, while he kept grinding his hand over my clit. He had pushed my skirt up in such a way that he was basically covered up with me on top of him. Maybe it could work. Dammit, he had me so worked up that I needed it to work.

“Come on baby, no one will see it. You got me covered. Just move slowly.”

He picked me up high enough so I could grab him and position him inside me. I got my legs in a position where I could crouch back and rock on him, virtually undetected. I pushed my panties aside and eased down on his hot, tempting cock. He held me tight, keeping one arm around my waist and getting his other hand back between my legs, massaging my clit. Doing all those squats paid off, enabling me to ride up and down on him, holding him tightly within my muscles.

I was facing the movie screen, but I didn’t see a thing. My eyes were closed and my body was his, lost in one of the most erotic sex thrills I’d ever had. He buried his lips on my neck and ear and rubbed his fingers back and forth over my erect nipples, driving me insane with all the different sensations. Listening to his breathing and grunting in my ear made me even hotter. I came hard, even though we were barely moving. The pleasure waves washed over my body like a raging fire. Just the thought of how he was filling my pussy, sliding his dick in and out ever so slightly, made me come again. I wanted to scream out, as I felt him succumb to our dance, throbbing with a wild release inside my walls.

He was whispering in my ear the whole time, talking about how hot my pussy was, and he never had fucked any woman as hot as I was. He said he was in love with my dripping, broiling, tight pussy, and how he’d do anything to be able to keep fucking me. I had gone to super-nova state, he had me so out-of-my mind and burning with desire to keep fucking him. It was so intense that we kept milking each other until the movie was just about over.

Afterwards, Leo had me locked up in his car, our lips glued together in a passionate kiss. With everything we had been doing, if I hadn’t been on the pill I probably would have been the one to be having his baby. The man was fucking me like he was in total possession of me, like we belonged together. I could feel his touch changing. It started off as lust, greedy and selfish and feeding his arousal. Now, I could tell he cared. He cared what I thought about him, he spent more time talking to me, and he wanted to go out more and more, like we were a couple. This was turning into an affair. He was moving too fast. This was not in my plan.

Leo finally let my lips go. He was looking into my eyes with intent, like he was searching for something. His emerald green eyes were sparkling in the sparse night light.

“Want to go to the city?”

I hesitated. We really needed to slow things down. “Leo, what’s happening with us, huh? What’s happening with you?”

He looked confused. “What do you mean, what’s happening?”

“I mean, we’ve been spending more and more time together. You’re starting to act like you’re my man. Maybe we need to take a break.”

He looked at me like I had just plunged a dagger in his heart. “A break? For what? You getting bored this soon?”

“No, no. I’m having the time of my life. I love being with you, and sex is out of this world.” I rubbed my hand over the nape of his neck, twirling a lock of his hair over my finger.

Now he seemed a little defensive. “So what the fuck do we need a break for? This is working for me, and seems to be working for you. I’ve never been with anyone like you. I need more, not less.”

I looked directly into his eyes. “That’s just what I mean. We are married to other people. We can’t cut them out. I never thought we’d get so deep.”

“Look, I never thought I’d be fa--, I mean, I didn’t expect to take things this far either.”

It seemed like he wanted to say something different, but he started stumbling over his words, really out of character for the great orator. He was running his hands through my hair, looking like he was choosing his next words carefully.

“Tate, look, Brad is going to be partner soon. And I’m going to be moving to Senior Partner. Things can really change for us. And I have something planned for you, a surprise. So just stick with this, please? Stop over analyzing things! God, you techno-geeks!”

He laughed, kissing my forehead.

I laughed too. Yes, I did over analyze things.

“But that’s what you enjoy about me right? My sizzling brain!”

He pulled my lips back on his. “Yes, I love that sizzling brain packed up in this gorgeous, glorious body.”

We were back in the lip lock again, him trying to persuade me to stay with him all night with his kisses and the promise of the rock-hard dick he kept pressing into my crotch. My body enjoyed being encased in his massive biceps. My mind was busy calculating all the risks, wondering just what the hell I was going to do with Leo Smith, Esq.

Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife #4

Invading The Boy's Club

Brad had cheated, and I needed to know just how far his infidelity ran. He seemed content to let me believe it was only the slut next door, but I wasn’t accepting that. And I hoped he didn’t think that just because I let him fuck me that all was forgiven. Far from it. Now the investigation began.


Information was power. I learned that a long time ago, when I first learned how to hack into computer files. Brad may have been a big time attorney with a lot of powerful friends, but I had something to wield that I never used before. And I was about to use it now.

I had emails up to yazoo after being out of the office for three days, but I had to clear at least a half-hour to peek into the inner dealings of my husband. My job as network security director for a major credit repository gave me access to all types of data. What I didn’t have at my fingers, I hacked to retrieve. And now, for the first time, Brad was on my radar.

With a few clicks at the keyboard, I had cracked his little security pass, and hacked in the backdoor of his files on his company’s server. Now I could access everything he stored at work. I’d get into his laptop later. I smirked to myself, as I opened his calendar, and sure enough, he had various appointments listed there that didn’t look like client business to me. Most were during times that he told me he was in business meetings of some sort. So, he had been lying, and more than likely sleeping with these coded bimbos on his planner. My blood pressure rose to new heights again, as I tried to keep myself calm. I was at work, so I couldn’t lose my cool. But he would pay. Dearly. Starting with the little party at his boss’s house over the weekend.

I had to smile at myself, as I worked the crowd at Leo Smith’s soiree. I was turning into a hell of an actress. I managed to not only be with Brad, but continue to act like I knew nothing of his little dalliances, while he kissed me and waved his dick in my face. I smiled and let him fuck me, as I constructed my plan to fuck every man in his inner circle, starting with one of his bosses, Leo.

Leo had always flirted with me hard, but I smiled and played hard to get, ignoring him when I could. He was drop-dead gorgeous and lust inspiring, and every woman around was always talking about what they wanted to do to him. His tall commanding stature, god-like physique, angular features, sandy, wavy hair, and those piercing green eyes had all of us drooling over him and acting like silly school girls. And he knew he was hot. When he walked in the room, every wife, even those of the senior partners, locked their eyes on him. He had never moved me much before, because I had Brad, the other GQ-quality god the women would give their best panties for. But now, it was open season and time to go hunting.

I was standing at the dessert table, eyeing a piece of cake, when I felt the hot breath and his hard body behind me.

“You gonna eat one of those? Won’t you spoil that perfect girlish figure?” Leo breathed close to my ear.

He was so close to me that I swear I felt his dick pushing against my ass. His timing was perfect.

“Yes, I can afford to have one. With my workout schedule, I can eat anything I like.”

He leaned in closer, speaking softer. “Anything?”

“A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g.” I drug the letters across my tongue slowly and clearly, licking my lip as I turned slightly so he could see my mouth moving. He grunted, smoothing his tie down, obviously a little ruffled.

“Humph.” I felt his lips right at my ear. “Brad is sure a lucky man.”

This time there was no mistaking the hand I felt rubbing across my ass. I shocked the shit out of him by grabbing his hand and holding it there, as I raked my hand over his excitable bulge. I felt him jump.

I turned slightly again and whispered, “He sure is lucky, and you could be too, if you meet me later.”

I felt his cock twitch in his pants, as a sly smile stretched across Leo’s plump pink lips. He winked at me, pinched my elbow and slid away. I knew he’d be back.

Later on, the wives had gathered at one end of the house, talking about how their husbands got on their nerves with all their late hours. The men gathered at the other end, sipping their brandy and smoking their cigars, talking about all the hours they billed and all the conquests they made. As usual, Brad was right in the thick of it. I had noticed Leo milling around a few times, like he was looking for me, trying to send me a subtle signal. I excused myself, stating I needed a bio break. Leo was standing in a small room on the other side of the kitchen, nearly jumping out at me as I passed by.

“Dammit Leo, you scared the crap out of me. Can you ring a bell or something when you lurk around?”

He smiled, grabbing me by the elbow. “I was wondering if you saw me. Come here, I want to show you the new addition we’re doing on the other side of the house.”

He guided me down the hall and up the stairs, to the new, secluded section of the home. Touring their house was like being in a museum. The place was enormous.

“Tammy is planning on getting pregnant soon, so we’re adding a new wing for the baby. What do you think?”

I couldn’t have cared less, but I feigned interest, while pressing myself against his body. I came prepared, wearing a loose fitting light colored dress, and a thong that could easily be breached.

“It looks impressive, and so do you.”

I reached my hands up and ran them through his fine, short hair, caressing the back of his head, bringing my lips right to the edge of his but not kissing him. He did the rest, pressing his lips in tightly, pushing his tongue across my border and into my mouth. He tasted like cognac and smoke, but he felt manly and hard and it was turning me on. His lips pushed me against the wall. We inhaled each other, breathing hard and groping each other’s bodies. His hand explored under my dress, pushing it up to the curve of my stomach, as his fingers lightly grazed the top of my thong. I moved my legs apart, waiting for him to touch me inside.

“Oh shit Tate, you have no idea how long I’ve been dying to do this to you,” he gasped, as I grabbed his dick and rubbed it through his pants. “You’re so sexy, and you’ve had me fantasizing about getting my hands on this golden skin since I first set eyes on you.”

“Really?” I breathed, as I felt his fingers exploring and finally slithering between my lips. “So what are you going to do about it, now that you have me here?”

“Take your ass for a wild ride on this big ass cock.”

While he inched his fingers inside me, I got his pants opened to see if his claim was true. I pushed his pants and shorts over his hips, as he jammed his tongue in my mouth again. His dick greeted me, and he hadn’t lied. It was huge, much more than I expected from him. Still not Brad-size, but more than enough for me to have a ball with. I wanted to wrap my lips around the spear-shaped head, but we didn’t have all day. People might start to notice that both of us had vanished.

He let me know play time was over, when he pulled my dress over my head, exposing my braless breasts. He had already removed his jacket and tie before he found me, leaving me the task of unbuttoning his shirt to expose his beautifully tanned pecs. The wives would die if they could see what I was looking at.

“Damn woman, your body is breathtaking. Oh yeah, this is going to be some kind of shit here.”

He grabbed me, lifted me up and impaled me with his enormous erection, pinning me against the wall. I gasped, sucking in my breath as I felt him shove up in me, ripping my pussy apart. He propelled his hips at me, cradling my ass in his grasp. He was in his late forties, but the man had unbelievable strength and stamina. He controlled both our movements, pulling me over his dick and pushing his hot pole deep inside my molten walls. I wanted to scream, but I tried to muffle my sounds by burying my mouth over his.

“Shit Leo, you’re about to make me come, oh hell!”

That only encouraged him to pump me harder. I rubbed my hand over my clit, helping the impending explosion along. The combination of his hot dick spearing me, my tits bouncing against his chest and friction over my clit caused the eruption I was waiting for. I tightened my grip around his neck and ground my hips against him hard, enjoying feeling his dick within the clutches of my convulsing muscles. I heard him stifling his moans in my neck.

“Awww hell, that feels good on my cock. Work it baby. Make me come up in you.”

I had found my balance, and was rocking my hips against him. This shit was hot, hotter than I ever would have imagined fucking Leo would be. Good thing he had slipped on a condom, because when he came it was like a tidal wave. I mean he really exploded with power, making me feel like there was a bomb firing inside me. He made my whole body shake, and I felt him still pumping me as he pressed me even harder against the wall. I prayed nobody was around to see or hear this, because we’d both be dead. And my pussy felt so good I thought I would die anyway.

“Damn Leo, you got some kind of secret weapon down there? That was, oh hell, I can’t even come up with a word!” My body tried to recover from the Leo-domination.

Leo was breathing like a runaway train. “Oh yeah, you are too hot, and too tight. We have got to do this again, but somewhere else, where I can take my time and really fuck you senseless. Come on, we’d better get back before somebody comes looking for us.”

Leo led me to a nearby bathroom. We got cleaned up, adjusted ourselves, and got ready to re-enter the party. But not before he crushed my lips with a little going away gift. His kisses were like biting into a fresh, juicy peach.

“I’ll be calling you. I want to see you this week. I’ll set it up.”

I had no plans to fuck him again at first, but after what he laid on me, I knew there would be seconds. I smiled to myself, enjoying the tingling between my thighs as I strutted down the stairs and returned to the cackling hen house. Tammy was eyeing me suspiciously.

“Where the hell did you disappear to Tate? Thought you were going to the little girl’s room?”

I had to think quickly. I figured we were gone too long. “Oh, I did, but you know, I have never seen your whole house, and I was giving myself a little tour. Your place is gorgeous. I may have to make Brad upgrade mine too!”

Tammy grinned smugly. “Yes, well, when he becomes partner, which I hear won’t be long, you can get busy spending all that extra money he’ll be making. You know I take Leo to the cleaners everyday!”

“Yes,” I agreed, grabbing a glass of champagne from the serving tray. “I bet you do.”

I downed half the glass too quickly, grinning at the thought of taking Leo to the mattress in the near future.

Next: Sex Behind The Wheel

Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife #3

MAKE-UP SEX?


“I wish you would take your ass home, so your crazy ass husband can stop calling me!” Clarissa laughed, as she took a sip from her coffee mug.

I almost choked on my iced tea and I tried to swallow, hearing her recommendation.

“I’m not ready to deal with him yet. I can’t see him now. It’s still too raw. He had that bitch in my house, fucking her, and I saw it. Can you even get that into your skull? What if it was your man?”

“Oh, that’s easy! He’d have a knife shoved in his back, and you’d be trying to make my bail, right about now,” she chuckled.

“Ha, ha! Well, I wanted to kill him, and that’s why I put miles between us.”

“I know you haven’t talked to him yet, have you? He thought I was hiding you out here. He even drove by here. I saw his car through my bedroom window.”

“No, I’ve been too busy to talk to him.”

“I bet, with that hot ass dick rammed up in your snatch. Oh yeah, you were busy all right, you heffa!”

I snorted at her, recalling my three-day fuck fest with Alfonso. He was insatiable, and so was I. I didn’t know how he was getting his job done, because it seemed he was spending more of his shift in my room than anywhere else. As soon as he got off, he made a bee-line to my room, and fucked me until I couldn’t move. It was the most exciting three days and nights of my life. But now I had to get back. I knew my friend was right. I needed to reclaim my life, and confront my husband.

Just as we were discussing my options, my phone rang again. For the millionth time, it was Brad.

“Would you take his damn call please? Because he’ll only call me again if you don’t pick it up. Please!”

I finally relented, sucking in my breath and pushing the button.

“Brad,” I said dryly. “What the fuck do you want? Why do you keep blowing up my phone? I have no desire to talk to you.”

“Just what do you mean, running off like that! I’ve been going out of my mind looking for you, not knowing if you were dead or alive. You could have at least left me a message, just to let me know if you were ok. I’d never do that to you, I don’t care what goes down between us.”

“Blah blah blah. You didn’t give a fuck about me, bringing your bitch to my house to fuck her. So what do you care what I do?”

“Look, I know you won’t believe me, but it didn’t all go down like that. We need to talk. When are you coming home? I need to see you Tate. I haven’t even been able to go to work myself, cause I’ve been going out of my mind worried about you. Please come home baby. Please.”

He sounded so pitiful. And this was my Alpha-male husband, Mr. Corporate Attorney, the take-no-prisoners-always-in-control man. He never let anything get next to him. But now, he sounded like he was about to die, scared that I wouldn’t be back. Did it matter to him that much? I felt a crumb of empathy for him, and decided to give him a few hours of my time.

“Ok, I’ll come back, but just to talk, I’m not staying.”

“Good, thanks babe. You coming now?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

Clarissa was sitting there looking dead at me, inhaling every word.

“Thank goodness! Now I can get him out of my hair!”

“Don’t get too happy,” I warned. “I may be back, cause I don’t want to stay there. I can’t stay with him.” I gulped down the rest of my tea and grabbed my purse, trying to think what I would say to the man.

“Look, he fucked somebody, and now you fucked somebody. You’re even. Go home and try to work the shit out. You two have too much invested in each other to break up. He’s a man, and they will cheat. Maybe he got it out and now that he knows you won’t take it, he’ll be good.”

“I don’t know. But keep your guest room ready for me.”

I collected my things and headed out to face the dragon.

I pushed open one of the double oak doors to my once happy home. Everything was still where I left it, except I did see some dirty dishes in my dining room, on the table. I’d kill Brad for that. He knew how anal I was about having my house clean. I walked through the quiet rooms, looking for signs of Brad. Then I heard his voice from upstairs.

“Tate, that you?”

“Who else would it be? Another of your whores?”

I slowly trudged up the stairs, remembering the turmoil I felt the day I ran out of there. I entered the bedroom to find Brad sitting on the bed, wearing only a thin silk robe. He had obviously just gotten out of the shower, his skin looking damp and little droplets of water were glistening in his hair. He sprung off the bed and leapt towards me with open arms. I countered by trying to avoid him, but he caught me and hugged me anyway.

“Tate, I’m so glad to see you. I didn’t think you were ever coming home. You had me so worried. If anything had happened to you—“

“Yeah, whatever Brad.” I tried to remain cold and aloof, but in reality the smell of my favorite cologne on his skin, and feeling the heat of his body was turning me on. Even though I wanted him dead, the feeling of being in his powerful arms and feeling his virile body pressing against me still touched off a chain reaction in my pussy. I was getting heated, and his dick, oh hell, it was partially erect and pressing against my body, just begging for me to touch it. He was counting on that shit. That was why he had on the thin robe. I couldn’t let him know I was having a reaction.

He tried to kiss me, but I had to draw the line there. I stepped away, pulled away from him. I could tell he didn’t like that.

“Don’t Brad. Don’t try to hug me and kiss me and act like I didn’t catch you downstairs fucking Lilly. Don’t insult me like that.”

The man shocked the shit out of me. He fell to his knees in front of me, begging me for forgiveness.

“Tate please, baby I’m so sorry. I fucked up big time, and you have every right to be angry. But please, please don’t leave again. I love you so much, and I’ll do what ever you say to make this up to you. I was a fool baby. I have the best woman in the world, and I almost lost you. Please forgive me.”

He was looking up at me, holding my hands, with his face right in front of my crotch. I thought about all the times he had licked me into submitting to him, and what a good man I thought he was, but now that all was tarnished. I tried to pull away from him again, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“Get off me Brad. I don’t want to fuck you. Not now, not ever. Your apology is too little too late. Should have thought about me before you put your dick in some other woman.”

He wasn’t backing down. The more I struggled to get free, the tighter he held me, locking his arms around me and burying his head under my shirt, kissing my stomach around my navel. He knew that was one of my spots and that drove me wild.

“Please Tate, please give me another chance. I love you baby.”

I was starting to lose my will to be hard with each kiss he planted on my abdomen. He pulled my skirt down, revealing my black lace panties. When I felt his hot breath right there at my mound, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out. His tongue was like magic. Even after three days of hot sex with Alfonso, Brad could still get a rise out of me. I hated him for what he did, but I still loved him. I felt my hand grazing the top of his head, pushing him to let his lips do their favorite thing to me.

Right on cue, he pulled my panties down and pulled my legs apart, getting his head in position. I was throbbing, my breath shortening, feeling his tongue reaching out for my clit. His hands cupped my ass, then he rubbed his thumb against my clit. He separated my lips, and licked his tongue in. I thought I was going to melt on the spot. My anger and hostility started to dissipate against my will, as he let his tongue bring me to a quick orgasm. He knew exactly how to hit me, how to lick me and how much pressure to use, and he used that to his advantage to have me clawing at his shoulders.

He sucked and lapped me right through my convulsions, then he licked up my body, rising to unbutton my blouse and pull my breasts out of my bra. He sucked and caressed each nipple with his tongue, starting the fire burning in between my legs again. I couldn’t even lie and tell him I wanted him to stop. I felt his mammoth dick pressing against me as he stood up, bringing his lips into mine. This time I didn’t deny him. I let him impale my lips with his tongue. He kissed me ravenously, grabbing my hair, then raking his hands up and down my back. I pushed his robe off him, rubbing my hands all over his muscular body. He took my hand and wrapped it around his brick-hard dick. I had really missed the feel of his manhood resting against me, pressing inside me. And I wanted to feel it again.

“Touch me baby, feel your dick. He missed his pussy so much. Don’t take that away from him.”

Brad kissed me and pulled me over to the bed, pulling me on top of him. He unclasped my bra and threw it to the floor. I leaned over him, straddling his hips, and stared into his sexy gray eyes. He truly looked sorry. Even though I wasn’t finished punishing him, I knew I still loved him. I rolled over on my back so he could get in his favorite working position. He took the top, grabbing my legs and spreading them, getting himself positioned between them. He leaned over me, grinding his lips against mine, and rubbing his body into me like I would float away if he didn’t. He stared down into my face.

“I love you Tate, do you still love me?”

He was slipping his dick inside me, causing me to lose my breath as I tried to respond.

“Yes baby, I still love you.”

He was on me close, sliding his dick in me slowly, getting me so wet I thought I had already come. He was using long, languid strokes, holding his body tightly against mine. It felt incredible, as that inflamed dick pulled me apart, working in and out slowly until I was sopping up all twelve inches. Brad was taking his time, rubbing my clit, pinching and nibbling at my nipples, doing everything to make sure I came hard over his dick. He worked me with precision, setting my pussy walls on fire and making the desire to come build up so intensely that I burst all over him, my body heaving and contracting and trembling at his touch. I was clawing at his back and screaming his name out in his ear.

“Oh Brad, yessss baby, oh yessssss...”

“That’s right baby, come for me, give Big Boy what he needs. Fucking you is hot baby, and now I’m gonna get mine.”

Brad pulled my hips up and started drilling me, like he was at a punch press. He started slamming me harder, now that I was wide open and dripping wet. He was grunting and groaning with his eyes rolled back in his head. My pussy was still broiling hot and all that friction was driving me to another orgasm. I felt him come, and I started rubbing my clit to push myself over again, amplifying the throbbing of his dick inside me, pumping me with his seed.

Brad finally let my hips go, falling out on the bed next to me, and pulling me over onto him. I buried my lips on his, as we groaned into each other’s mouths. Then I buried my head into his hairy chest, licking and sucking on his nipples. He ran his fingers through my hair, wrapping his arms around me.

“I love you Tate,” he mumbled, as he dozed off into a light snore.

I laid there in my husband’s arms, still euphoric from the orgasms, but not satisfied that his admissions were good enough. There was still more to his story, and I would get to the bottom of it. I kissed his chest and watched him sleep, devising my action plan as I listened to his heart beats return to normal.

Is Porn Erotic?

It's no doubt that sex sells, or else the porn industry wouldn't be raking in millions of dollars each year. My friend and I were recounting our first experiences with porn, and how we saw our first porn flicks on the big screen. Now, I'm sure I'll be dating myself, but at the time I saw my first movie, there were no dvd's. You had to go to a theatre and see the film on the big screen. There were several well-known places around town that catered only to "those" types of movies, and some even had live shows.

I let my girlfriend talk me into going one day after school, when we had nothing better to do. She had been bugging me about going for a good month, and I finally relented. She was 18, but I had to lie, being only 17. The ticket agent looked at me funny, but he let us in anyway. We giggled nervously as we entered the dark, dank looking cavern, sparsly filled with suspicious looking men who were lost in their own world. I had no idea what to expect, since I had zero sexual experience at the time. Boy, was I in for a rude awakeng!

There would be no words to describe the images, the first images I saw, of huge naked bodies on the jumbo screen in front of me. The movies were crude, very little dialogue that meant anything, but brother was there plenty of action. And all scenes had the same action, and the same sounds. Girls of all sizes and shapes sucking down on the erect members of partner after partner, or down on all fours taking it from behind from partner after partner, or spread eagled on their backs, taking from partner after partner. And the men - penis sizes ranged from laughable to don't even try to come near me with that!-sizes. By the end of my first ordeal, sitting in the dark taking all the sights and gasping sounds, and sucking sounds, and fake screams of delight (oh, oh baby, yeah, fuck me, oh yeah), while listening to the soundtrack of the men around me obviously having their own private party in their hands, I was only mildly amused, and mostly shocked.

We did go on to see a host of other movies, but not because they turned us on. We had a good time making fun of the "actors", the lack of plot, the stupid sound effects, and the sexual techniques of the various paricipants. Not one time did I feel even a scant of arousal. Watching sex performed like this was just too raw, too much exposed, with all the close ups of tits, ass, penises pumping in and out in glorious detail, and of course the obligatory cum shots. There was no love, no relationships, just sex on auto-pilot. Who could really find that arousing? (well, the guy sitting in the seat behind me sure did, because he was pumping hard all through the movie!)

I haven't seen any porn movies lately, but I'm sure it's still more of the same. Now that you can get it on demand, I'm sure there's even a bigger audience out there. But do you really find it erotic, really stimulating to your imagination and libido? Is it better to see everything, up close and personal, and have nothing left to the imagination? Sorry, you won't see me in a XXX store anytime soon!

Fireworks At The Lakefront

I loved fucking James, especially in all the off-beat places we’d find outside. We were sneaking around, him cheating on his wife. Yes, I was the other woman, I knew I was crazy and I was cutting myself off from a real relationship, but I didn’t care.

I had met James at a florist shop, ironically, while he was there buying flowers for his wife. We shared idle chit chat about the exotic floral arrangements and he even asked my opinion on the potted plant he was buying for his wife. A few chuckles turned into him following me out to my car, followed by him giving me his number and him getting mine, wanting to meet me for coffee the following evening. His smile was so intoxicating, and I was high from inhaling the fresh scents of the petals. Maybe that’s why I agreed to see this obviously coupled man again, knowing that there would be no future in it for me.


We were sitting on the gigantic blocks of concrete that formed a wall in front of the lake. It was dark and quiet, close to the time that the police would start patrolling around kicking unsuspecting people out of the park. The water was growling tonight, beating angrily against the shore, as James pushed his tongue deep inside my mouth. I loved kissing his soft, doting lips, almost as much as I enjoyed him filling the space between my thighs with his enormous dick. That was one of the reasons I couldn’t stay away from him—his wild tongue and his delicious dick.

“James, shouldn’t we be getting out of here? It is getting late.”

He pulled me onto his lap, positioning me right on top of the brick-hard bulge jetting out from his shorts.

“I’m not ready to go yet. You didn’t give me anything. And you know I can’t leave until I get my present.”

I looked at the outline of his face, dimly lit by the moon shining over the lake. He looked serious.

“James, I know you don’t think I’m fucking you right here. Anybody could see us. And you know how the cops like to lurk around, trying to catch people. Wanna a trip to jail tonight, instead of home to your wife?” I had to throw that in there too.

“Allyson, do you have to bring Lara up every time we get together? And yes, I do think you’ll fuck me here. You know I love the thrill of getting caught.”

“Yeah, what a thrill, because we are right out in the open. It’s too risky.”

“No, you wore just the right clothes. Those loose shorts are perfect. And it’s so dark down here, nobody can see us.”

“Yeah, yes they can, how do you figure they won’t?”

James moved me off his lap and scaled the tiers of stone, back up to the top of the pathway. I stayed put, waiting to see what he was up to.

“Allyson,” he called out, “can you see me?”

I turned around, looking up. From where I was sitting, which was close to the water, I was surprised to find that I couldn’t see him.

“No baby, I can’t see you.”

I heard scuffling along the wall, until James returned to my view.

“See, I couldn’t see down here either. Looks like we are clear for take off,” he grinned. He got back in position, pulling me back over his lap. “Give it to me.”

I straddled him, standing over him as he reached his hand up inside the leg of my shorts, inching his fingers under the elastic band of my panties to creep inside my lips. Once he got his long, hot fingers up in me there would be no stopping until he had me shuddering under his control. He pushed my hand down inside his shorts. He was almost completely rigid, but I had no problem getting him to a full salute, now anticipating how he was going to feel as I slid down on his long, smooth pole.

His fingers went deeper, and my hand tugged up and down his shaft faster, sliding over his head. It felt so good I had to lean over him and give it a kiss, licking over it and swirling my tongue over it like I had a sucker in my mouth. I did realize that we needed to take care of the business, since this was the lakefront and not a hotel room. But I just couldn’t resist getting a taste of his delicacy between my lips whenever I saw him.

“Mmmm, baby, that feels so good, but you better get your ass up here before you make me lose it. And I want you to feel all this in that hot pussy. Put it in.”

I obeyed. He held my shorts and panties to the side while I impaled myself on his hot shaft. I lowered my hips slowly, feeling every inch push between my walls, fighting for space between the tight encasement. We both groaned with the pleasure of feeling that initial entry. James grabbed my hips and started to guide me on his thrill ride.

 The sound of the water beating the rocks behind us only served to excite us more and intensify the shock waves that were travelling from my pussy all through every nerve in my body. James had unzipped my shirt, revealing my braless chest, and I pushed his shirt up over his marvelously carved pecs. He continued to pull me down on his lap as he surrounded my nipples with the warmth of his moist lips and tongue. He sucked each one, sending a heat surge from my chest down to my core, igniting my clit and driving me closer to the edge of orgasm. I returned the favor by sucking his nipples, knowing how sensitive he was and how that drove him to come even faster.

“Ally, baby, come on and do it for me, come all over me baby…”

Just as he said that, and I was about to have one of the hottest orgasms of my life, I saw a light flashing on the ground above us. I stopped moving, stricken with fear. Oh God, the police! We were about to get busted!

James was about to say something, but I put my hand over his mouth and pointed up. He got the hint. Neither of us moved, we just sat there like statues, joined together with his still hard dick buried in my pussy. I saw the light moving along the rocks above us, like somehow the police knew we were there and they were desperate to find us. I could hear the footsteps along the path, although I didn’t think the cop was going to be ambitious enough to climb down the rocks and look down there. My heart was beating wildly, praying not to get caught in this position. The cool breeze blew around the heat of my flesh, pushing the spray off the water into the air dropping around us. James and I gazed into each other’s eyes, as we anxiously waited for what seemed like hours to see what the cop was going to do next.

Finally, the light disappeared, and the footsteps moved away. I could see the light flashing down on the rocks well past where we were, and we heard the familiar police announcement, “The park is closed. Everyone must leave the area, now!”

We finally breathed out sighs of relief and James buried his mouth on my neck.

“Damn baby, that shit was close. But it was exciting, right?” James grinned.

“Are you crazy? We almost ended up getting caught, in the middle of sex, with our clothes hanging off us. We would be in the back of a squad car right now!”

“I know, that’s what made it exciting. Now I want to finish what I was about to do, get this pussy talking to me.”

He grabbed my hips again, not even waiting for me move on my own. He took control, pulling my body up and pushing me down, as he thrust his hips to meet my movements, shoving his dick in me hard. He bruised his lips against mine, muffling any complaints I was about to make. I quickly forgot my arguments, feeling his strong engorgement ripping me apart, tearing through my lips and filling me with his arousal. I forgot about the near-arrest and got lost in the feeling inside my pussy, letting my breasts press against his chest, as we ground our hips together, tormenting each other with pleasure.

 I worked my hip magic over him, grinding my clit on him as we pushed, until I was creaming and clamping my muscles and feeling the vibrations of my climax on his dick. I kept working on him until he was gasping and breathing in short spurts, his body pressing against the wall behind him. I knew he was getting ready to let go and he did, releasing with a thundering pulse and rush of warmth.

“Oh damn, Ally, that was the best fuck we’ve ever had,” he breathed. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt you that hot.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. “I think this will be the one time we fucked outside that I’ll never forget. Nothing will top this one.”

He buried his tongue between my lips again, kissing me wildly. Our time was just about up, and I knew he had to be getting me home so he could beat his wife in to avoid too many questions. I was already replaying the scene in my mind, feeling the heat of the fireworks his dick had ignited all around me. He may not have been mine, but he was mine for the moment, and I couldn’t wait until the next time we got together.

Revenge

How could this be? I was in the bed, half naked, with my best friend’s husband on top of me, his massive ten-inch dick slamming between my thighs, and my best friend on the other side of the room watching us. No, envying us. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the intense pleasure of having him fill every crevice between my pussy muscles, grunting as he tamed me. I couldn’t thank my best friend enough for setting this up for me…

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