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"Well, here it is," she said. "Here's my car." She wrapped her hands around his neck again and pressed her lips against his. "We shouldn't," she moaned. "But...but feel me. Feel how wet I am."

She took one of his hands and plunged it up her skirt and between her legs. Her slippery pussy offered no resistance as he slid two fingers inside her. "You," he gasped, "you aren't wearing any undies!"

"I took 'em off in the ladies' room. Deeper, Ben. Deeper! Do you like what you feel?"

"I think I'd like to feel your legs wrapped around my head," Ben groaned.


"I...I'm sorry. I...I..."

"Yes! I want that, too!" Lucia shoved her hand into her purse. A second later, the door locks on her car went ka-chunk, ka-chunk. She dropped her purse, unzipped her skirt, let if fall to the macadam pavement and kicked it away. She opened the back door, slid onto the seat, spread her legs and hissed, "Eat my pussy, Ben. Eat my fucking pussy!"

"But--here? Someone might..."

"I don't care! Eat my pussy!"

"Fuck it," Ben snarled. He crawled into the car, slammed the door behind him and buried his face in Lucia's vagina.

Lucia moaned and squeezed his head. "Oh, yeah!"

"Jesus, you taste good!"

"How good?"

"Like vanilla ice cream!"

"Slurp me. Lick me like an ice cream cone."

Ben's head turned into a piston. He moved it up down, dragging his tongue along, slurping up Lucia's juices as he had been commanded to do.

"Lick my asshole," she cried.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Lick it!" She lifted her hips to give him access and shouted. "Lick my ass!"

Ben buried his nose in her pussy and his tongue in her hole. She squirmed and squealed and pressed down on his temples so hard he saw stars. He felt her shudder once, twice and then collapse.

"Now," she gasped, "get those pants off so I can suck your cock."

"Maybe...maybe we should--"


She grabbed at him, tugging at his zipper and belt while he struggled onto the back seat. When his prick was out of his pants, she jammed her throat down on it, taking him all the way in. She rose up and slammed down again. He felt the head of his cock hitting the back of her neck and it was all he could do to hold off, which he managed to do for about fifteen seconds before spewing his cum. He shivered and groaned and felt the world spin as she drained him to the final drop.

She coughed and sat up. In a cum-covered raspy voice, she growled, "Let's go somewhere. Let's go to your place so we can fuck!"

"My God, Lucia. But...we...not my place, because, because..."

"Because you're married? I knew it! So am I, so I guess we have to do it here."

"Here? But...but people are passing by and--"

"I don't care," Lucia snarled. She unbuttoned two buttons and then just ripped open her blouse. "Suck on my tits! Suck on them while I..." She didn't finish her sentence. She didn't have to.

Cramming her breasts against Ben's face, she lowered her body onto his stiff dick. Ben, a new lust raging inside him, took one nipple into his mouth and chomped down on it. Excited by Lucia's moans, he switched to the other.

Lucia's moans were becoming more urgent and louder. She cried out, "Do you like my nipples, Ben? Do you like long thick nipples?"

"Fuck, yes!"

"Bit them. Bite them hard. Finger my ass. Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Holy shit! Lucia, I..." Words no longer mattered to Ben. He applied more pressure to Lucia's nipples, shoved a finger up her butt and slammed into her as hard as he could.

"Wait," she cried. "I have a better idea." She lifted off him, turned around and impaled herself on him again. "Shove your thumb in my asshole while you fuck me. Do it!"

The car rocked like it was in the middle of a freeway during an earthquake.

"Harder!" Lucia shouted.

"I can't go any--"

"Faster! Your fingers. Put your fingers..." Suddenly Lucia screamed, her orgasm tearing at her.

Ben, startled and unable to wait, shot load after load of jism into her. He fell back into the seat. Lucia remained draped over the driver's side seat, Ben's softening cock still in her, her juices sliding down his prick and onto her thighs. Sweat poured off their bodies, steaming the windows.

"I can't move," she whispered.

"Let me help you," he said. He lifted her like a rag doll and lowered her to the back seat.

She curled up with her head in his lap. Holding his limp penis, she licked it. "Did you like that?"

"It was phenomenal."

Using all her strength, Lucia pulled herself up, kissed Ben and then lay down. "Happy Birthday, honey."

"Librarian? We library? What made you come up with that?"

"I don't know." She laughed. "You almost blew it with your white wine crack, you know."

"I know. I know. I forgot myself. Make the effort, right?"

"And don't be a jerk. Did you pack what I asked you to pack? Did you pack the props?"

"Uh huh, but I'm not sure I can manage anymore."

"Oh." She giggled. "You'll manage. And, don't forget, I want something as good as this for my birthday."

"That's quite the challenge."

Feeling his cock get hard again, Lucia whispered, "Oh, I think you'll be up for it."

* * * *

Cougar Claws

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"C'mon, Shari," Gwen said. "We'll have fun. We can pretend we're in our twenties again!"

"You can pretend," Shari snorted. "You have the mini and the tank top. Look at me. How hot can I possibly look in stretch pants and a button down top?"

"You're very sexy and you know it, honey. Your clothes won't matter."

"What's the point anyway? Assume for a minute that some young guy is gonna hit on a thirty-four-year-old woman. So what?"

"It'll make you feel better, that's what. It's fun to play around, isn't it?"

"I feel fine and you like to play around. I'm too set in my ways and I'm tired from being at the beach all day. And besides, you'll get all the attention. You're blonde, blue-eyed, sexy and--"

"I know-big boobs. But you're classic. Tall, thin, long black hair, deep brown eyes, super tan which, by the way, I am so jealous of. How you can get so dark in two days is beyond me."

"It's genetics. But if by classic you mean small tits, flat ass..."

"Great ass!"


"Let's just go, okay? We'll just stay an hour or so. And I think you look great. I love that silver silk blouse you have on. It picks up your hair perfectly."

Shari rolled her eyes and laughed. "Okay. Why not?"

Shari and Gwen squeezed into their rented compact car and headed for one of the hottest spots in the Fort Lauderdale Intracoastal, a two-story nightclub with a raucous dance floor on the top level and a quiet, dark romantic lounge on the lower floor. Shari was painfully aware of Gwen's short hot orange miniskirt and her long legs sticking out of it, embarrassed by the comparison with her black elastic band slacks. Her outfit, she reminded herself, was at least very comfortable.

Gwen was aware of nothing but a loud AC/DC song blaring from the car radio. When they pulled up in front of the club, Gwen tossed the car keys to an attendant, grabbed the ticket from his hand and dragged Shari by the hand up the stairs to the dance floor. It took less than ten minutes for someone ten years younger than Gwen to sidle up to her and invite her to, as he said, get down. Shari smiled at the site of her best friend wiggling her butt and jiggling her breasts as she tried to keep up with the young crowd writhing to the beat of some music she didn't recognize.

Then she saw him out of the corner of her eye, a young man in a blue dress shirt and red tie walking toward her. He stuck out like a sore thumb in his outfit, but he looked, Shari decided, nice. A little square, perhaps, but nice. She was certain he would walk right past her, but instead he stopped.

"Hi. I'm Chris. May I join you?"

Shari hadn't expected such quiet politeness from a man at the club, especially such a young man, a young man who, with his dark hair, dark complexion, dark eyes and bright smile could probably have any woman he wanted. She judged him to be in his early to mid-twenties and wondered what exactly he wanted with her. "Sure. I'm Shari."

"The way we're dressed," Chris said, "you and I seem to be the only two people in here who aren't cruising."

Shari laughed. "You're not cruising?"

"Uh uh. I mean, I'm interested in meeting someone interesting, and you seem interesting."

Shari laughed again. "Me?"

Chris smiled. "You seem, unlike most of the women in here, like someone who I could actually converse with. Let me order you another of whatever it is you're having and, if you don't mind, tell me about yourself."

Shari stifled a giggle. This young man, this boy, was so old-fashioned, and she loved it. "I'll have a gin and tonic, thank you." She paused to determine what information she would offer about herself, deciding to avoid anything associated with her age. "I'm an elementary school teacher. Second grade. How about you?"

Chris paid for the drinks and shrugged. "Software support. Very boring. But I'm interested in what you do. It seems to me that second grade--the kids are seven or so, right?--it seems to me that's when kids become totally obnoxious."

Shari covered her mouth, afraid that she would choke because she laughed so hard. "Trust me," she gasped. "I taught Kindergarten last year and they could be pretty obnoxious."

Chris and Shari talked and laughed a lot and not once did he suggest that he wanted to do anything but talk and laugh. But the crowd got larger and the music got louder and soon they couldn't hear each other.

Putting his mouth as close to Shari's ear as he could, Chris said, "Would you like to go downstairs where it's quieter?"

Shari shrugged. "Sure."

The downstairs lounge was all but deserted. Two couples sat in a corner booth, drinking and laughing, and a lone server stood morosely behind the bar.

"Gee," Chris said. "It's nice and quiet down here. Let's grab that booth on the other side of the lounge. What would you like to drink?"

"Hmmm. A pina colada," Shari answered.

"Oh," Chris said. "I like those. I'll have one, too."

Shari giggled and rolled her eyes. "You like pina coladas?"

"Oh," Chris snorted. "I know. Not very manly, huh? Would you rather I order a shot of Jack Daniels?"

Shari instantly felt like an idiot. Chris was so nice and she had just belittled him for...for what? "No. I just thought...hung up on stereotypes, you know? I think it's refreshing that"

"I've let you squirm enough." Chris laughed. "I mean, who cares what someone drinks? If you were to order the Jack and not me, would that make you manly? I think not. Anyway, why don't you take the couch and I'll take a chair."

Shari smiled. She was beginning to like Chris, perhaps a bit too much. She had to be at least five or six years older than he, maybe more, but she enjoyed his company. Like he said, they could converse.

It was after two drinks that their conversation slowed. Somehow, she wasn't sure when, Chris had slid close to her on the leather couch. He smiled at her and their eyes locked.

"If it's okay," he murmured, "I'd like to do something."

Shari's pulse raced. "What would that be?"

Chris leaned across her body and pressed his lips lightly against hers.

Her mouth opened a fraction, just enough to accept the tip of his tongue. His mouth opened a bit more to accept hers. Their kiss was soft and warm.

Chris pulled back and whispered in her ear. "You're very beautiful, Shari. I'm glad we met."

She felt his fingers caress her neck. Her hand slid into his hair and pulled his head toward her. Her eyes closed and gave way to the sensation of two fingers tracing their way down her body. She found herself almost unable to breathe when they made their way into her bra and slid under her breast. The gentle heat became a hot coal when his fingers surrounded her nipple and applied soft pressure. Two fingers became four and then five. He massaged her breast and rolled her nipple. Her tongue crept into his mouth and her hand slip up his leg, resting on the hard bulge in his crotch. She knew that they were probably being observed and she didn't care. It had been a long, long time since she had been so aroused. Then, her eyes heavy-lidded, she pulled her head away from his. "Let's go upstairs," she said. "I have to see my friend."

Chris laid some money on the table. Lacing his fingers with hers, he led her up the stairs to the noisy bar.

Just before they stepped into the bar, she put her hand on his chest. "Wait here." The moisture between her legs was all too apparent as she scanned the dance floor for Gwen. She regretted what she was about to do, but she had to do it. "Gwen," she shouted. "I have to get out of here."

"Are you leaving with that guy? Jesus, I hope not. I'd--"

"Please. I just have to go."

"Did he do something? Son of a bitch, he'd better not have--"

"No. Please. Let's go."

Gwen stared at her friend and rolled her eyes in disgust. "All right. Come on."

On shaky legs, Shari stumbled after Gwen. She stopped when she saw Chris smiling at her. "You go ahead," she whispered. "I'll catch up."

Gwen shot an eyeful of anger at Chris and stormed down the stairs to the front of the building.

Shari summoned all the courage she could and smiled at Chris. "I'm leaving now. It was nice to meet you. I'm going back to my hotel with my friend now. Goodnight."

In a voice that betrayed his shock, Chris stammered, "What? You...after what we...I...did I do something..."

"No," Shari said. "It's not you. I..." She turned to leave, but Chris grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. His hand on the back of her head, he pressed his lips against hers and pulled her to him. Shari hesitated, but then drove her tongue into his mouth. She broke the kiss. "Chris, I..."

"At least let me drive you to your hotel. Give me ten more minutes, please. I just don't understand why--"

"Okay," Shari whispered. "Okay. I'll tell my friend. Come with me."

They wound their way through a crowd to the front of the building where Gwen was waiting. "Give me a second," Shari said.

Gwen was beside herself. "Are you nuts? He could be some psycho killer! He might--"

"I'll be all right," Shari said. "Ten minutes, that's all. I kind of owe it to him."

"Whatever," Gwen snorted. She slid into her car, slammed the door shut and took off in a roar.

Chris handed his ticket to the attendant and smiled uneasily at Shari. "Thanks," he said. "I--"

"Ten minutes," Shari said. "Okay?"

Chris shrugged and mumbled, "Uh huh."

Chris's car, a black five-year-old Lincoln, pulled up in front of them. On attendant held the door open for Shari and another for Chris. She was amazed that the car didn't have bucket seats and tried to remember the last time she had been in one like it. She laughed and said, "Steering column shift? You certainly are"

"Yeah, I know. Not very macho, huh? But I usually have a lot of computer stuff on the seat and, well, just don't look in the backseat. It' filled with computer geek stuff."

"Okay," Shari said. There was something innocent about Chris that appealed to her, something different. But she turned her eyes straight ahead and stared out the windshield, speaking only to give directions.

He parked in a dark area of the parking lot and turned off the ignition. "Well, I'm sorry that...if you don't mind..." He touched her face.

Her eyes closed. She felt the heat of his breath and opened her mouth. Their tongues mingled. Knowing that she should push him away, Shari instead ran her fingers through his hair. "Chris," she moaned. "Chris, I..."

Chris laid a finger on her lips and whispered, "Shhh."

When Chris slid his hand over the slick silk fabric of her blouse and cupped her breast in his hand, she could only gasp. When his hand slid under her blouse and lifted her bra over her breasts, she pulled his head tighter and slid her tongue deeper into his mouth. When he massaged them, moving from one to the other, and squeezed her nipple, her hips moved instinctively in small circles. When he lowered his head, lifted her blouse and sucked on her nipples, her moans told him to go further.

Chris slid his hand down the front of her slacks, under the elastic band waist and down under her panties. She bit her lip and lifted her hips to give him better access to the hot spot between her thighs. Two, then three and then four fingers eased into her soaked vagina.

An orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt. "Hold me," she cried. "Hold me!" Her hips moved in unison with his hand, thrusting back and forth as he drove in and out and had her writhing in circles when he moved in circles. Her orgasm grabbed her and seemed to lift her off the car seat. Her body rose to take him in as far as she could and then collapsed down when her orgasm peaked.

She held onto his neck until her breathing returned. Shaking, she adjusted her bra and blouse. "Okay," she whispered. She gave Chris a peck on the cheek and smiled. "I guess it's goodbye now."

"No," Chris cried. "Please tell me you're kidding!"

"No. I have to..."

"Now I know." Chris laughed. "Now I know what it's like to be a woman."

"I...I don't understand," Shari mumbled.

"Oh, I have friends who brag about getting a blow job from a girl and then dumping her. It's they enjoy denigrating women. And now this. This is what it's all about, right? Make me feel like shit. Do you know why I sought you out at the bar?'

Shari stared into his eyes, shocked that he appeared on the verge of tears. "N-no. I..."

"Because you're different. If I wanted to just get laid, I'd have picked up any one of a hundred girls on that dance floor. But I wanted to talk to someone. Yes, I know what we did and I apologize for that, but I'm attracted to you. I was hoping for a relationship that could grow. Then I found out that you were in a hotel and I was crushed and perhaps I was fantasizing, but I didn't just want to walk away. Up until a few minutes ago, I was praying that just maybe you lived nearby, but now I realize that have no interest..." Chris closed his eyes, sighed and leaned back against the driver's door.

Shari reached out to touch his knee. "How old are you, Chris?"

"Twenty-six," he mumbled.

"I'm thirty-four. Even if I lived here..."

Chris's eyes popped open. "Who cares? What's it matter? I like you and I know you like me. Isn't that--"

"Yes," Shari said. "It is what matters. Let me..." She eased up next to him and kissed him. Smiling, she slid down on the seat and began to undo his pants.

"No," he said. "That's not what I--"

"Please," Shari said. "I want to do this." After undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, she freed his stiff cock from its prison. She held it, letting its warmth penetrate her body and feeling it pulse in her hand. Lowering her head, she took the knob into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She took his prick deeper, enjoying the feeling in her throat as much as Chris, as evidenced by his moans, was enjoying her work. She moved up and down slowly, dragging her teeth on his tender skin, thrilling to his shudders, applying pressure at the base. When his moans grew louder, she prepared herself for his orgasm. Still, she was taken by surprise by the power of his ejaculation and volume of his cum. His first blast hit the back of her throat like a bullet, slamming into it with such force that she almost choked. Shari had always been able to handle cum that bypassed her mouth and flew straight towards her throat, but Chris's orgasm was so strong she feared his jizz would come up through her nose. Despite the urge to pull away, she held her head down, swallowing as blast after blast of jism that seemed to fly straight into her stomach.

She stayed down, letting Chris's cock linger in her mouth as it finally began to get soft. Then she sat up, smiled at him and burst into tears.

"What's the matter?" Chris asked. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, Chris," Shari sobbed. She buried her head in her hands and cried, "I'm married!"

"But...but you're not wearing a ring."

"I know," Shari moaned. "I took it off when we went to the beach and That's not true. I wanted someone, someone like you, to pay attention to me. But I didn't want...I didn't plan on...this!"

"I...I don't know what to say. I feel guilty that I..."

Shari lifted her head and stared at him. "I'm not," she snapped. "I'm not sorry that you did what you did. Do you know that the orgasm you gave me with your hand is the best orgasm I've had in months, no--years!"

Chris shifted on the car seat, unsure where the conversation was headed. "I...I don't understand. are so..."

Shari buried her head in her hands again. "He's only thirty-five, Chris, and yet...yet he has to use Viagra. Do you know what it's like to have to wait for it to take effect? And then I have to deal with his shame. All I want" Shari wiped her tears, took a deep breath and started to unbutton her blouse.

Chris tried to grab her hand. "What are you doing?"

"I want you to fuck me, Chris," Shari said. "I want you to fuck me hard." Shari tossed her blouse into the back seat and, in one swift motion, undid her bra and tossed it on top of her blouse.

"Jesus," Chris gasped. "Are you sure?"

Shari slid her slacks and panties off and kicked them under the dashboard. Sitting naked in with her arms crossed over her breasts, she said, "Are you going to do this for me, Chris? Are you?"

Chris hesitated and then hissed, "Fuck!" He slid his pants down to his knees and struggled to get them over his shoes.

"That's good enough," Shari said. "Slide over here and let me get on top of you." It was awkward, but it served their purposes. Shari lowered herself onto Chris's stiff prick and rocked back and forth. She moaned, biting his ear, neck and shoulder. ''Suck on my tits," she moaned. "Suck them into your mouth!"

Chris opened his mouth as wide as he could and, one at a time, took each of Shari's breasts deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipples.

"Chris," she moaned. "Put a finger up my ass."


"Put a finger up my ass. Please. Put it all the way up."

"But I--"


He started slow, but Shari jammed her body down onto his hand, forcing his finger in up to the knuckle.

She screamed, "I'm coming!"

"Me, too," he cried.

Their mouths smashed together. He pumped stream after stream of cum into her pussy and she, reaching behind her, pushed his finger in as deep as she could.

Sweat poured off their bodies as they gasped for air. Shari groaned, "Can you do that again?"

Shari leaned against the door of her hotel room standing on wobbly legs. Her pussy and ass still ached from the pounding she had taken and, to her surprise, she was hornier than she had been when she left Chris sprawled on the front seat of the car. She took a deep breath, exhaled and walked into the room.

Lying naked under the covers, Gwen snarled, "Well, well. It's about time. How was your ten minutes with your--boy toy?"

Shari smiled and leaned against the wall next to the air conditioner. She unbuttoned one sleeve and then the next. "He was very sweet. We talked a bit."

Gwen sat up, her breasts heaving, sneered at Shari and laughed. "I bet."

"Oh, we did." Shari unbuttoned her blouse, held it in front of her and let it drift onto Gwen's chest. "Then he made me come with his fingers."

Gwen's eyes grew wide. She threw Shari's blouse across the room and hissed, "Oh my God! Tell me you're kidding!"

"Uh uh," Shari said. She stared off into space as she removed her bra, smiling at the memories of her time with Chris. She tossed her bra onto Gwen's lap and said, "Of course, I had to give him a blow job."

"Shari," Gwen hollered. "I can't believe you!"

"Oh, my God," Shari laughed. "Young cock is so amazing. I had to swallow real hard to avoid choking. I thought for sure his jizz would come up through my nose!"

Gwen slammed her body onto the bed and turned her back to Shari. "You're disgusting!"

Shari kicked off her shoes and slithered out of her slacks. "I know. I cried afterward because...well, I cheated on Jerry after all. But then I told Chris about Jerry's problem."

Gwen spun around under the covers to face Shari. "What problem?"

"You know," Shari said. She slid out of her panties and held them at arm's length. "His problem with Viagra."

"Jerry has a problem--I mean, he needs Viagra."

Shari shrugged. "Well, no, I did tell a fib, but Chris was so polite that if I didn't he never would have fucked me."

"Jesus, Shari!"

"Three times, Gwen. I am so full of his cum that...well, here. Check this out. My panties are soaked." Shari giggled and tossed her panties onto Gwen's head.

Gwen howled, "Eeee-yew!" She tossed the panties aside and growled, "Stop that!"

"Are you mad at me?"


"Or jealous?"


"Jealous of me or Chris."

"Cut it out!"

Shari slid into bed and brushed her lips against Gwen's mouth. "I'm sorry, but..."

A tear rolled down Gwen's cheek. "You were supposed to spend time with me. Three more days and it's back to sneaking around. I love you so much that..."

"Shhh," Shari whispered. "Let me make it up to you." She started kissing her way down Gwen's body, stopping to lap at her nipples and then to kiss her inner thighs. Fueled by Gwen's moans, she drove her tongue deep into her pussy and frantically drove two fingers in and out of her.

"Oh, Shari," Gwen moaned. "Don't leave me like that. I...I...oh my God! I..." Gwen squeezed her eyes shut. She grabbed Shari by the hair and pulled her tight against her body, an orgasm ripping at her.

"My goodness," Shari gasped. "You sure came in a hurry. Did my story turn you on?"

Gwen, her chest rising and falling as she gulped in air, moaned, "Maybe. Let me..."

"I'm filled with his cum, honey."

"I don't care. I...I want to..." Gwen didn't bother with foreplay. Instead, she rolled over and buried her face between Shari's legs.

"God," Shari whispered. "Young cock is so...hard! Like steel! And he came like a river--three times. I had to...Jesus, Gwen. You feel so good. I had to instruct him. I had to take his finger and...oh, shit! You feel so...and he came so fast, but thank God he should try it...I...I...I don't believe it! I didn't think I could come again, but my God!"

Gwen draped her body on top of Shari's thighs, her heart pounding. Shari lay back and let her pulses subside while she ran her fingers through Gwen's hair.

"You tasted different," Gwen whispered.

"I told you--Chris's cum. I hope it didn't bother you."

"No. I...I...liked it. About what you said, about trying young cock, do you think..."

Shari smiled and thought back to the car.

Chris. Do you remember my friend? Did you think she was...

Hot? Fuck, yes.

Would you have a friend who might be interested in...

Every friend I have would be interested.

Our room has two beds. Would you be intimidated by, you know, us in one bad and Gwen and your friend in the other.

Sweet Jesus! I...I've never, but...I think I'd be hornier than I am now.

Meet us at the beach in front of the hotel around four tomorrow. We'll take it from there.

What if she doesn't want to?

Then you and your friend can both fuck me. Now, make me cum again.

"I'm way ahead of you, Gwen. Two of them will be here tomorrow around four."

"What if...what if his friend doesn't like me?"

"Then you and I will both fuck Chris."

"Jesus," Gwen sighed. "I think we'd better start planning our next trip right now."

"Trips," Shari laughed. "Our next trips."

* * * *

A Little Game between Friends

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Dawn, Tracy, Matt and Kyle were the best of friends.

Matt was a six-two black-haired man with movie star looks and green eyes that reflected his happy Irish personality. His smile was the kind that said you can trust me. Matt was married to Tracy, a slender, shorthaired blonde nymphet with the body of a teenager, the kind of body that fueled men's fantasies.

Kyle was a six-four, muscular hunk with a military crew cut and a permanent five o'clock shadow on his perpetually smirking face. Women trembled in his presence, imagining his strong hands on their bodies. Kyle was married to Dawn, a tall, dark-haired, voluptuous C-cup beauty with deep blue eyes, the kind of eyes that drove men wild.

In one way or another, they were with each other almost all the time. Matt and Kyle were struggling with a new home construction business while Dawn and Tracy were trying to make a go of a boutique-clothing store they had opened a year earlier. The economy was rough, but the construction business limped along, grinding out small profits. Boutique clothing, Dawn and Tracy discovered, was not the best choice for the dusty open country of South Central Texas, but when they added a line of S&M leather clothing and a back room full of sex toys, a new, discrete clientele began to filter into the store and business picked up.

The four friends didn't have much money, but they had each other and they had fun.

Lots of fun.

It was a Saturday, the day when the guys carpooled to their work site and the girls carpooled to the boutique. They did this because, after work, they'd all go to The Corral, a place where they could two-step and drink. Well, two of them could drink--either the guys or the girls. Someone had to stay sober.

The girls always prepared for Saturday nights. Tracy's standard outfit was jeans, boots and a tee shirt, and this day she chose a pale green tee shirt. Dawn's standard outfit was jeans, boots and a cowgirl shirt with mother of pearl inlaid tear-away snaps.

This particular Saturday, the girls had two important customers coming to the store. One was Beth, a hefty, chain-smoking, Harley-driving lesbian who was in love with Becky, a skinny submissive blonde who adored Beth. Becky couldn't drive a motorcycle, so she just wrapped her arms around Beth's waist and went wherever Beth took her. Beth had become a regular at the boutique and was one of the girl's best customers. She had also sent a lot of business their way, business that helped the store see black ink instead of red.

Their other important customer was Kiki, a diminutive, animated, young Oriental girl with long black hair who came to the store once a week in search of something that would spice up her love life with her husband. Kiki never missed a Saturday and her requests led Tracy and Dawn to believe one of two things were happening--either Kiki's love life was fading or it was hitting new heights of excitement and insanity. Based on Kiki's bright eyes, they decided the latter was true.

Beth arrived first. She stood outside the store in her black leather pants and jacket, a chain dangling around her waist. Becky waited by the Harley with a leather collar around her neck, spiked wristbands on her arms, a precariously thin white tee wrapped around her tiny breasts and ultra-tight jeans hugging her legs. Beth looked up and down the mostly deserted road, and, certain that no one would recognize her, walked in. The little bell over the door announced her presence.

"Hey, Beth," Tracy called. "How are you?"

Beth responded in a deep, manly voice. "I'm...uh...doin' great. You got that thing?"

"Yep. Come on back."

Beth followed her into the back room.

Dawn followed close behind.

Tracy handed her a box, the kind of box that one would put a dozen roses in--long and thin.

Beth opened it, examined the contents and smiled. "This is it. Thank you, Tracy. You know, I could get this over the Internet, but..."

"Cash is anonymous, right?"

"Yeah. If the school board ever found out, well..."

"I don't think the school board monitors your Internet purchases." Dawn laughed.

"With these assholes," Beth snorted, "you never know. They look the other way at my lifestyle, and Dawn are cool, you know that? Not judgmental or anything."

"Sheee-it." Tracy laughed. "How you choose to live is no one's business. But..."


"Tracy wants to know what--how do I say this--orifices you use a double ended dildo on," Dawn whispered.

"Ha!" Beth laughed. "On whatever orifices strike our fancy. We have--let's see--four combinations, right. Of course, you can also put it in your mouth and..."

Tracy's face turned beet red. "Stop!"

Beth slapped Tracy on the shoulder, almost propelling her across the room. "You two should try one. You look tight. Not tight like...pussy tight...I mean, you probably have nice tight pussies...but--"

"I get it." Dawn laughed. "Yeah. We are tight. We'd do anything for each other."

"Anything," Tracy winked.

The last comment caught Beth's attention. "Well, I gotta do. Becky is waiting and, well, she gets impatient."

"I don't blame her," Dawn said. "And it's only ten in the morning. I gotta wait until...what, Tracy?"

"Tomorrow." Tracy laughed.

The three women screamed with laughter.

Beth tucked the box under her arm, waved with her free hand and headed for the door.

"Wait!" Tracy called. "We have something for you."

"For me?"

"Yeah," Dawn said. She handed Beth a thin box about a foot long. "This is a little gift from us as a thanks for all the business you've given us and for sending your friends to us. Here, check it out."

Beth opened the box and removed a cylindrical dildo that was about a quarter inch in diameter on one end and an inch or so in diameter on the other. "Jesus, is this for..."

Yeah," Tracy said. "We tried to guess what you might like, but once you told us that you have four...orifice options...I knew you'd like this. It vibrates, you know."

"Damn!" Beth exclaimed. "Becky'll love it. She's into that, you know, but she likes it slow and gentle, and with this--"

"We get the picture," Dawn laughed.

Beth waved again and hustled out of the store. A few seconds later, she fired up her Harley and, leaving the windows of the boutique shaking, she and Becky roared away.

"I like her," Tracy said.

"Yeah, she's cool," Dawn sighed.

"Did seeing those dildos make you horny?"

"Very! Good thing we agreed to leave The Corral early tonight."

"Good thing, indeed."

* * * *

Matt and Kyle drove together to their newest work site, a five thousand square foot house in a new gated community near Austin. They won the bid only because their profit would be so small, but work was work and the house might help build their reputation. There was also another benefit.

They arrived just after dawn and climbed a ladder to what would be the second floor. Standing behind a newly finished doorway, they stared at the house across the street.

"Right on time," Matt mumbled.

A light came on in a window, a window with no curtains and a floor-to-ceiling bathroom window. A blonde, fortyish woman stood naked in front of the window, her white breasts barely hanging down as she leaned against a sink and splashed water on her face. After drying her face with a towel, she began to apply some type of cream to her arms and hands.

"Jesus," Matt whispered. "For an older woman, she is so hot!"

"Really. I don't care if her tits are fake, they're magnificent."

"As magnificent as Dawn's tits?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Actually, I would!"

"Good luck with that." Kyle chuckled. "But is it true what they say?"

"What's that?"

"The best meat is next to the bone?"

"Mmmm." Matt sighed. "Definitely."

"Fuck! I am so horny. When are we...wait! Here he is!"

A short, chubby, naked balding man slid behind the woman and wrapped his arms around her waist. He moved them up her body until he surrounded her tits with his hands. The woman closed her eyes and licked her lips.

"What's it gonna be, buddy?" Kyle whispered.

The woman slid backward until she was hanging on the sink, bent over from the waist. The man put his hands on her hips and began to slam into her.

"Jesus! What does she see in that little..."

Even though the window was closed and even though they were across the street, Matt and Kyle could hear the woman screaming as the man tore into her, her breasts flying about under her chest in random patterns.

"Every fucking day!" Matt hissed. "They do this every fucking day!"

"Don't you get laid every day?" Kyle asked. "Doesn't your little honey just climb all over you?"

"Let's put it this way--she's as sexed up as Dawn."

"Poor bastard." Kyle laughed. "But, thank God for Saturday nights!"

"Really. She's always revved up on Saturdays. Maybe just getting out does it."

"Maybe it's seeing me that does it."

"Yeah, and maybe Dawn dreams about me. Let's try to be serious for once."

"I'd rather not if you don't mind."

"Yeah." Matt laughed. "Me either. Don't get me wrong. I love Tracy, but with everything going on, we just don't seem to have the time for sex."

"Hmmm. I know what you mean. I feel for you, buddy. Tracy is so hot."

"And Dawn is, too."

"Oh, God. Look at this."

The woman across the street dropped to her knees and took the man's cock into her mouth.

"I'm happy to get laid once a week and this asshole..."

"Every fucking day. Every fucking day."

"Well I can tell you this," Kyle snapped. "Dawn is going to be in for a wild ride tonight. A real wild ride."

"And Tracy isn't going to know what hit her."

* * * *

The girls' next important customer, Kiki, arrived at the boutique at the same time as always, right after lunch. She practically exploded into the store, her perky breasts bounding as she ran through the door, her hard nipples visible under her sheer baby blue tank top.

"Well?" she gasped. "Did you get me something exciting?"

"Come in the back," Dawn whispered. "I think you'll like it."

Tracy was waiting in the back of the store with two boxes. "Try this on first," she said as she handed Kiki a thin, square box.

"What is it?"

"Just try it on and let us see it," Dawn said.

"Okay!" She disappeared into a changing room. Less than a minute later, she came out wearing a black micromesh body suit that was just thin enough to show the outline of her breasts, but not thin enough to let them be visible. But besides being incredibly sexy, the body suit had a special feature.

"It's crotchless!" Kiki screamed.

"Not just crotchless," Tracy said. "It's ass-less, too. You always told us how you didn't like your flat ass and this body suit..."

"Pulls up my butt so it looks like yours!" Kiki shouted. "I love it!"

"We're not done yet," Tracy said. "Now take the other box and try what's in it on."

Kiki grabbed the box and flew into the changing room again. A few seconds later, she came out and spun around. The fabric of the plaid schoolgirl skirt she wore rode up over her hips. "This outfit is fantastic. He's gonna love it. Was it expensive?"

"Not too bad," Tracy said. "Less than what you normally spend."

"Oh, good," Kiki whispered as she examined her reflection in the store mirror.

Dawn handed Kiki a third box. "We have something else for you, too. A gift from us."

"Oooo!" Kiki cooed. She opened the box and held up a silk man's g-string. "Oh my God. This is so hot!"

"We thought you'd like it."

"With this," Kiki gasped, "and with my outfit, we can fuck standing up anywhere we want!"

"So...does your husband appreciate the things you do for him?" Tracy asked.

"Does he! He's so romantic. Tonight he's taking me to a B&B about a hundred miles from here. We're going to have dinner and drinks somewhere, and then make love--but I think we'll make love before we're planning to make love, especially with these clothes."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Tracy. What is it?"

"Do sex a lot?"

Kiki lowered her eyes and frowned. "No. Not like we used to. We're down to, like, once a day now. I can remember--"

"Once...a day!" Dawn gulped.

"I know." Kiki sighed. "It used to be once in the morning, once at lunch maybe, and at least once at night. But now, we don't get together for lunch too often and when we do, I usually give him a blow job and that, of course, leaves me climbing the walls I get so horny. So I have to take care of myself, you know? That gel dildo you sold me--"

"I get it," Tracy groaned.

"Yeah, uh..." Dawn stammered. "See you next week?"

"Sure," Kiki said. "Do you think you could get me a whip by Saturday?"

"A...a whip?" Tracy gasped.

"Like a silk whip?"

"I guess we could do that. Would you like an outfit to go with it?"

"Yes. Let me pay you for this and you plan on surprising me."

Tracy and Dawn waved as Kiki rushed from the store with her new purchases.

"Jesus, I'm sweating," Tracy moaned.

"Me, too." Dawn laughed. "I'd love to have the sex life she does."

"And the money she must have."

"Well, look forward to tonight."

"Yeah. Tonight should be special and it won't cost much at all."

* * * *

Matt and Kyle wiped the sweat from their brows and looked around the house, examining everything they had done that day and the work their crew had completed.

"Seven o'clock," Matt said. "Time for us to go to The Corral."

"Damn, I wish we could shower first."

"Maybe the woman across the street would let us use hers."

"I bet she would." Kyle laughed. "Whatever, I don't think Dawn minds. My sweat makes me manlier in her eyes."

"In that case, she'll love me."

"Funny," Kyle said, rolling his eyes. "But---let me ask you. Do you ever think about having sex with her?"

"Is this a trick question?"

"No. I'm just curious, that's all."

"Do you think about sex with Tracy?"

"You tell me first."

Matt walked out to their truck and stowed his tool belt in the back. He ran his hand through his hair and said, "Yeah. Of course I think about it. Dawn is gorgeous and, well, different than Tracy. So, now you tell me."

Kyle shrugged and suppressed a smile. "I have my fantasies. I mean, Tracy looks so young it would be"

"Like fucking jailbait."


"Not kinda. Exactly like fucking jailbait. And when I think of Dawn's boobs, I think of them wrapped around my cock, and--"

"Okay," Kyle snorted. "This conversation has gone far enough."

"I think so, too. Let's get going."

* * * *

Tracy looked at her watch and exhaled with relief. "Thank God it's closing time. It was a great day, but I'm glad it's over."

"Yeah, me, too," Dawn said. "I'll just ditch my bra and then we can head to the Corral."

"I'll ditch mine, too. Let's head to the back room."

Tracy lifted her tee shirt over her head, reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra and sighed. "Aaaah. If my nipples weren't so large, relative to my boobs, of course, and if they weren't always so hard, I'd never wear one of these things."

"You're lucky," Dawn said. She unsnapped her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders, and undid a snap at the front of her bra. "I'm jealous of your tits sometimes. I've been wearing a bra since I was ten. I can remember playing volleyball without one once. I was black and blue the next day."

"I can't believe you said you're jealous of my boobs." Tracy laughed. "I'm jealous of yours."

"Tracy..." Dawn whispered. "Can I touch them?"

" boobs?"

"Can I?"

Tracy's eyes bore in on Dawn's face. "If I can touch yours."

"Sure," Dawn murmured. She moved closer to Tracy and slid her hands up her torso until they covered her breasts. "They're so hard," she gasped. "Not just your nipples, but your tits, too."

A fervent heat poured through Tracy's body. "I know. Matt says he likes to feel them press into his skin. Now, let me."

She placed her hands under Dawn's breasts and massaged them. "So soft--they're so soft and pliable." Suddenly, she leaned forward and took one of Dawn's nipples into her mouth.

"Tracy!" Dawn gasped.

"I'm sorry!" Tracy cried. She pulled away and retreated across the room, her hands covering her eyes.

"No," Dawn whispered. "It's okay. It's the craziness of this shop, that's all. Anyway, I liked what you did. It was more romantic than anything Kyle has done in ages. Do you know what I mean?"

Tracy looked away in embarrassment. "Yes. I...I just wanted to..."

"I know. I understand. What do you say we get dressed and meet the guys? Maybe you can use some of that bottled up sexual energy tonight."

"Yes," Tracy mumbled. "I will. Tonight."

"Don't forget your bra," Dawn laughed. "And your package."

* * * *

Matt and Kyle arrived first at The Corral. They were going to be part of the early crowd, the crowd that arrived before ten, had a few drinks, danced a lot and stayed out of trouble. After ten, the off duty cops would arrive to handle the other crowd, the heavy drinking, brawling and generally stupid crowd.

The conversation about their wives and the image of the woman across the street were burned into their minds. They found a table, ordered beers and waited for the girls to arrive while they eyeballed the younger girls doing the two-step with their boyfriends.

"We could ask one of them to dance," Kyle said.

"Yeah, that would go over great if the girls showed up."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just that I am so fucking wound up--" Kyle stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Tracy and Dawn walk in. His eyes were immediately drawn to Tracy's hard, dark nipples so visible under her top. As the girls got closer, Kyle imagined taking Tracy's little nubs into his mouth.

* * * *

Matt focused on Dawn's chest and her tits as they swayed back and forth under her blouse. Kyle tried to get a glimpse of Tracy's mounds through the opening in her blouse that ended just below her bust line.

"Hey guys," Tracy shouted. She wrapped her arms around Matt's neck, sat in his lap and gave him a deep kiss.

"Jesus," he whispered. "That top you're wearing."

"Do you like it?"

"I love it! It's like I can almost see through it."

* * * *

Kyle stood up to greet Dawn. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her hard against his body. "Hey, baby," he whispered.

"Hey, honey," Dawn murmured.

"Do you think I could pop another snap on that blouse?"

Dawn batted her eyelids and smiled. "I'd be upset if you didn't."

Deftly, Kyle popped a snap and Dawn's breasts almost spilled out. "It's gonna be tough dancing like that." He chuckled.

"Tough for who?" Dawn laughed. She sashayed to the table, her hips whipping from side to side. "You or me?"

The guys ordered two more beers and the girls ordered two lemonades. The band started playing a perfect two-step song, so the four friends jumped onto the dance floor.

Tracy grabbed Matt's hand and pulled him to the dance floor. "Come on, honey! Let's get sweaty!"

Dawn laughed and grabbed Kyle's hand, dragging him into the crowd of two-steppers as well.

* * * *

Matt's gaze was glued on Tracy's jiggling breasts as they danced, but soon began to drift to Dawn's almost totally visible breasts.

* * * *

Kyle's eyes were glued--at first--to the site of Dawn's nipples barely hidden from public view by her blouse, but soon drifted to the dark outline of Tracy's dark tips.

* * * *

The girls, aware of the effect they were having on the men, made sure that when they did an underarm turn, their breasts brushed against the guys' arms. After all, this was Saturday night and they had a lot of energy to burn.

The song ended and they rushed back to the table. The guys gulped their beers and ordered two more while the girls sipped their lemonades.

Another two-step. Another race to the dance floor.

"Hey," Matt shouted. "Let me dance with Dawn."

"Sure," Kyle replied.

So Matt began twirling Dawn and Kyle began twirling Tracy.

"You look very sexy tonight," Matt shouted, trying to be heard over the music.

"Thank you!" Dawn yelled. "Did Tracy tell you that we had someone buy a crotchless body suit today?"


"Yeah. An Asian girl with...well, with boobs like Tracy's. You know, small and tight. Not like mine. Can you imagine either of us in a crotchless body suit?"

"Fuck yes!" Matt laughed.

"Oooh," Dawn giggled. "You're bad. Which one of us are you thinking about?"

"I'd better not say," Matt mumbled.

* * * *

"I love your outfit," Kyle yelled

"Because you can see through my top?" Tracy purred.


"It's okay." She laughed. "We're friends, right? Anyway, did Dawn tell you we sold a double-ended dildo today?"

"What the..."

"Yeah. About eighteen inches long. Women share it. The woman said they can use it in...well...a number of places."


"Can you imagine? Can you imagine Dawn and me doing that?"

Kyle was stunned that Tracy, little Tracy, would make a comment like that, and his eyes opened wide in shock. "Oh, my God!"

The song ended. The guys dashed to the table, drank their beers and ordered two more. The girls laughed and sauntered off the floor.

"Matt is going to be something else tonight," Tracy whispered.

"So is Kyle." Dawn sighed.

As the crowed built, the heat in the bar increased and so did the heat level of the four friends. Tracy's sweat made her top more transparent that it was when the night started and Dawn constantly fluffed her blouse to create a breeze. The men, tormented by their growing cocks, twitched in their chairs.

They skipped the next two-step, but when a slow song came on, Matt suggested that they dance with each other's spouses. The girls smiled and agreed.

* * * *

Kyle escorted Tracy to the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against him. They stood in the center of the floor, swaying back and forth.

"God, Tracy," he whispered. "You feel so good."

"Mmmm," Tracy murmured. "You do, too. I'm so glad we're friends and, from what I feel moving around, I'd say we're a bit more than friends."

Kyle, unsure of what she was suggesting, lowered his head to kiss Tracy.

"Hey!" she whispered. "None of that."

"Sorry. was just going to be a kiss between friends."

"Hmmm. The truth is," Tracy whispered, "that I'm not sure I'd be able to stop with just one kiss."

* * * *

Dawn wrapped her arms around Matt's neck and pressed her chest against his. Matt let his hands drift down to the top of her ass, resting on her jeans. "Don't get any ideas," she whispered.

"I have lots of ideas."

"I bet you do. But you have a wife, too, remember? So, do I feel different than Tracy?"

"Very," he gulped, "very soft."

Dawn giggled. "And you feel hard."

Instinctively, Matt pulled away from Dawn. She pulled him back. "It's okay. We're friends, right?"

"God, Dawn. I so want to..."


A bead of sweat ran down his neck.

"This dance is making me crazy. I think I want to get Tracy home soon."

"I'm pretty crazy now, too," Dawn said. "I thought you were going to try to kiss me and, if you did, I'm not so sure I'd have stopped you."

"Okay! That's enough." Matt gulped. He eased away from Dawn and, his heart pounding, went in search of Tracy.

Tracy was still leaning against Kyle when Matt found her. "Come on, honey. It's time to go."


"It's time to go!" Then he winked at Kyle and said, "I think Kyle will forgive us."

"Hell, yes," Kyle said. "I think I'd better find Dawn now."

"You've had a lot to drink," Tracy said. "I'm driving."

"Sure," Matt said. He climbed into the passenger seat and waited for Tracy to ease into the driver's seat. The second she sat, he leaned over and ran his hands up inside her top. He pressed his lips against hers, drove his tongue into her mouth and mauled her hard breasts.

"Christ!" Tracy gasped. "Can't you wait?"

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff prick. "No," he snarled. He grabbed Tracy's head and pulled it toward his lap. "Come here."

"Stop!" she yelled. "What is wrong with you! Do you think I like this? Do you think I want to be manhandled? Jesus. Can't you be just a bit romantic once in your life."

"Fuck that. You've been teasing me all night." He lunged at her and tried to pull her top over her head.

"Stop it! If you don't stop I'm getting out of the car."


"But nothing! I haven't been teasing you, you asshole! I've just been being your wife."

"But that top. You..."

Tracy burst into tears and screamed at him, "I wore it for you! I wanted you to want me, but not to attack me! My God, do something nice and what do you get?"

Matt averted his eyes and mumbled an apology. "I'm sorry. I just thought--"

"No, you didn't think anything," she sniffled. "Let's get outta here."

The ride home--fifteen minutes in all--seemed like an eternity, an eternity of silence. They walked into their bungalow without looking at each other. On the way to the bedroom, Tracy stopped and turned to face Matt. "Matt?"


"I'm sorry I got mad."

"Oh, well. I deserved it."

"Yes, you did." She laughed. "Why don't you shower? I brought something from the shop that you might like. Actually, Dawn and I both got the same outfits. We wanted to do something special for you guys."


"Yes. Go shower. I'll get ready and join you in the bedroom."

* * * *

Matt tore off his clothes. He stood in the shower and soaped his body, carefully avoiding his erect penis, afraid that, in his state of mind, he would shoot all over the shower stall. He dried off, sat on the edge of the bed and called to Tracy. "I'm waiting."

* * * *

Tracy, hiding in the closet, slipped into a tiny G-string with a pink transparent mesh heart that almost, but not quite, covered her blonde pubic hair. She pulled a thin, pink cotton spaghetti strap top over her head and started toward the bedroom, pausing to check her reflection in the bathroom mirror, pleased that the top ended just above her navel. Taking a deep breath to gain courage, she strode to the edge of the bed and stood in front of Matt. "Do you like this outfit?"

"Hell, yes," Matt growled. He immediately reached around her and grabbed the bare skin of her butt. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the thong and snarled, "Let's get this off."

"Dammit!" Tracy yelled. "You haven't even looked at me for five seconds. I get dressed up for you and--"

"Now you'll get dressed down." He laughed. He pulled her closer and tried to get his head up under the bottom of her top.



Tracy reared back and slapped him across the face. "I said no!"

Matt stared at her in shock. "What the fuck is your problem?"

Tears ran down her cheek. "You're my problem! Do you know we had a customer today who said her husband was going to take her to a B&B for the weekend? He wanted to be romantic. What do I get? Pawed, mauled, grabbed--"

"Oh, fuck," Matt sighed. "Are you PMSing?"

Suddenly Tracy's tears stopped flowing. Her face turned beet red. "Fuck you!" she screamed. "If you had any brains, you'd know I wasn't PMSing. Do you remember fucking me last week when I was on my period? Do you remember the blood on the towel? Do you remember the blood flowing down the shower drain? No! You don't, do you? Well, fuck you!" She stormed over to her dresser and rummaged through her drawers. She yanked out a pair of hip-hugger shorts, slipped them on and started out of the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Matt shouted.

"Out!" She grabbed her purse, slammed the door behind her, jumped into her car and peeled out of the driveway. Two blocks from the house, she stopped and pulled to the side of the road. She sighed, took out her cell phone and typed a text message.

I M Leaving.

A few seconds later, she received a reply.


She put the cell phone into shorts pocket and kept driving. Twenty minutes later, she arrived at Dawn's place, jumped out of the car and pounded on the door.

"Dawn!" she shouted. "It's Tracy! Let me in!"

She heard rustling noises behind the door. Kyle cracked it open and peered from behind it. "Tracy. What the heck?"

"Please," she sobbed. "Let me in!"

* * * *

"Let me put on some clothes," he said. "Wait a second." Kyle ran to the bedroom and, without bothering with underwear, slipped on some shorts. Bare-chested, he ran back to the door and let Tracy in. She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed.

"Oh, Kyle. Where's Dawn? I have to talk to her."

"She...uh...went to her mother's for a while," he mumbled.

"Oh, God, no! I have to talk to someone."

His hands rested on the bare skin of her hips. It wasn't as though he meant to touch her there, but her shorts rode low and her top rode high. The heat from her body invaded his loins, and her tears, running down his chest, made him ache inside. He fought against his carnal urges. He fought against his lust. He focused on not getting hard. Certain he could be the friend she needed, he guided her to the living room couch. "You can talk to me," he whispered.

Kyle's mind reeled. When Tracy sank into the couch, the material of her little pink G-string peeked from the waistband of her shorts. The thin fabric of her top was almost transparent, not only providing him a view of her hard nipples, but of her breasts as well. Her blonde hair seemed to be like a halo, her eyes drew him in, her pouty lips called to him. Even her ears seemed to be calling to him.

He could no longer control the hardness creeping into his cock and no longer tried to stop it. But he tried. He wanted to be a good friend. "What's wrong? It looks like you've been crying."

"It's Matt," she sniffled.

"Oh, no," he gasped. "Don't tell me..."

Despite her tears, she laughed. "No, nothing like that. It's just that...that..."


"He paws at me, Kyle. He doesn't even try to kiss me. There's no romance between us anymore. I want to know that he loves me, that he adores me. Do you know what I mean?"

"Of course I know what you mean." Don't do this! She's your friend's wife. Don't fucking do it.

"Do you?" Tracy asked.

Kyle took a deep breath. "You want to know how his heart lights up when he sees your smiling eyes."

"Yes," Tracy whispered. "That is so beautiful."

"And you want to know that he understands that your lips, as sensuous as they are, should be caressed gently, right?" He put his hand around Tracy's shoulder and guided her closer to him.

In a barely audible voice, she said, "Yes. Caressed."

"And you want to know that he...he sees your body as a temple, a temple that he can use to worship you."

Inches from Kyle's face, Tracy raised her eyes to stare at him. A tear rolled down her cheek as she murmured, "Yes."

He lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers.

She trembled and whispered, "Don't."

He nibbled on her ear. "Let me caress your lips, Tracy."

She struggled to find the strength to speak. "We...we can't."

He lowered his head again and pressed his mouth against hers, the tip of his tongue flirting with the tip of her tongue.

She moaned as she tried to pull away. "Please..."

"You're so beautiful," he said. He kissed her neck and, in one motion, lifted her top over her head. "Let me worship you."

She covered her breasts with her arms. "No...I...please don't."

He put his hands on her shoulders and eased her down onto the couch. He kneeled between her legs, pulled her arms away from her chest and, alternating between them, sucked her breasts into his mouth.

She arched her back and groaned, "No. I can't."

His heart pounded in his throat. He kissed his way down her body. She offered no resistance as he slid off her shorts and G-string. Instead, she stared up at him, shaking her head back and forth, begging him to stop with her eyes.

He lifted one of her legs and draped it over the top of the couch. He lowered the other until her foot rested on the floor. He stared down at her, licking his lips at the site of her legs splayed wide open and her exposed vagina so beautifully surrounded by blonde hair.

She cried out when he dropped down and drove his tongue into her.

"You are so fucking wet," he whispered.


He slid his hands under her butt and lifted her so high that only her shoulders were on the couch. He drove his face into her, probing her.

She gyrated her hips and moaned, whispering, "No...No...I....I'm coming!"

A sense of satisfaction and pride flooded his being. Now for the best part. He stood up and let his shorts fall to the floor.

Tracy gasped at the site of his rigid pole. She covered her eyes and groaned, "No. I beg you."

He stared at her, his lust raging. Her inner thighs were red from the stubble on his face. Her chest was covered with her tears, but her nipples were hard and her breath was coming in short, excited bursts. He lifted one leg and then the other, over his shoulders. He paused and then thrust his prick deep inside her.

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