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Live of the Mainwarings Part 1: An Unusual Proposal
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Live of the Mainwarings Part 1: An Unusual Proposal Starting a new series. This is part one. Other parts will follow as time and inspiration allow. Comments always welcome. Constructive criticism craved. Flames ignored. LIFE OF THE MAINWARINGS, PART I: AN UNUSUAL PROPOSAL One of the things that happens when a man loses a lot of weight over a relatively short period of time (probably happens for women, too, but since I’m not one, and it seems rather indelicate to ask, I can’t say with any certainty) is that his libido suddenly reverts to that of a hormone infused . Well, this story is about a man who made some lifestyle changes in his late 50’s and suddenly dropped about 100 lbs. Part of the lifestyle change was a rigorous and regular gym routine involving a good mix of cardio and resistance training. He was fortunate to work near a University with an undergraduate program in athletic training that required its students to do practical work in the field. Thus he was able to acquire the services of a physical trainer for a price that he could afford. Why am I telling you this? Because I’m the one writing the story and I can. At any rate, Sean Mainwaring (pronounced MAN-er-ing) suddenly found himself at age 60 with the sex drive of his much younger (and much more randy) self. His wife, who had not embraced his lifestyle change (she hadn’t ever gotten very overweight in the first place), and who found her own sexual desire for her husband waning rather than waxing, soon grew weary of his constant advances. One night, after fending Sean off in the bathroom as she was getting ready for bed she decided enough was enough. “Sean! No!” she exclaimed as he put his hand up her nightgown and grabbed one of her ass cheeks while simultaneously nuzzling the back of her neck with his lips. This was a move that, in her younger years, would have turned her pussy instantly into a swamp and increased her heart rate. Now, she was just tired of it. In truth, she had lately found herself thinking about women as sexual partners, but this isn’t her story (I may tell it later if I feel like it), so we’ll say no more about that for the present. She turned around and put her back to the counter and pushed Sean away with both hands on his chest. “Sean. You know I love you, but I’m just not interested in sex right now,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “But I know this is important to you and I’ve been thinking about it. Let’s go sit down and have a talk.” “OK,” Sean said, his hardon still tenting his briefs; disappointment etched on his face. Lately he’d taken to masturbating many times a day just to rid himself of his near constant priapism. Pamela, Sean’s wife, took his hand and led him back into their master bedroom. She sat down on one of the wing backed chairs at one end of the room, tucked her still sexy legs up under her still shapely (even at age 60) ass, and turned to face Sean, who had taken the opposite chair. “I have a proposal, and one that I do not make lightly, so please take it seriously. I’m very happy that you’ve lost all this weight and have gotten yourself back into shape. It’s good for you and I can see that, for the most part, it’s made you a much happier person overall, except for the fact that you now want sex every day, and often many times in the same day, and I just am not up for that anymore.” “And?” “I don’t want you to be frustrated, and I know you’ve started wanking to porn – you really need to learn how to properly clear the cache on our web browser dear – so I want to offer you an alternative.” “Well, don’t keep me in suspense, Pamela, out with it!” “I want you to have an affair. Multiple ones if you can manage them.” Sean was stunned. Of all the phrases he’d ever expected to hear from Pamela’s mouth ‘I want you to have an affair’ weren’t in the top 1000. His mouth dropped open like a beached fish. He had been rendered speechless (and if you knew Sean, you’d know how rarely that had happened). When he finally recovered enough to respond, he said, “Have you lost your mind?” Pamela smiled. “No, dear, it’s right where it’s always been, safely lodged between my ears.” “I assume there’s a catch,” Sean added. “I suppose you could call it that. The catch, as you say, is that *I* get to pick the women you have sex with. In fact, we’ll do it together, but the final say will always be mine. We will have no secrets, you and I.” Sean’s grin suddenly replaced the beached fish expression he had been wearing and it filled his face as his mind began to consider the possibilities. Perhaps his wife might be interested in a threesome? Well, that would be down the road a bit, perhaps. “You’re going to pick the women? How exactly?” “Oh, I’ve already put up a profile on one of the better known internet hook-up sites. I’ll snap some pictures of your newly buff self so we have something to show, and I’ve written what I think is an intriguing profile -- that's the "tell", making it clear that though you are married, your wife approves of your philandering and is actively involved in choosing your partners. One caveat – it can’t be anyone we know, either personally or professionally, and no one in our circle must ever find out. I think if we’re careful, that can be possible. We live in a major metro area, after all.” “Well, darling, I must say that your idea has a certain appeal, but I’m shocked that you’re willing to go to these lengths to help me with my problem. I’d much rather just have sex with you, my love. You’re still the most desirable woman I’ve ever met. Doesn’t it make you feel good that I still want you? I know so many men whose wives are begging them for sex and they just aren’t interested anymore. I just don’t understand sweetheart.” “Hormones, darling. It’s all about hormones. Some women, and I apparently am one, experience diminished of sexual desire after they go through the change. But, yes, it is flattering that you find me so desirable after all these years, and I do still enjoy sex with you – just not four or five times a day, or a week for that matter. I want our marriage to continue, so I don’t want you sneaking off to bop some floozy on a business trip. If you’re going to stray from our marriage vows I am not only going to be aware of it, but in charge of it. Deal?” Sean didn’t immediately respond. He felt like their relationship was approaching some sort of paradigm shift and he was uncertain how he felt about that. In 40 years of marriage he had never strayed. There had been opportunities, particularly during his stint as a young college instructor – some of his students had given off strong hints that should he be interested in bopping them they were there for the bopping – but he had remained true to his marriage vows. Now, his wife was telling him that she wanted him to find relief in the arms of another woman. “I don’t know what to say, dear. You’re the only woman I want, and I fear that if we start down this path there may be unintended consequences.” (Yes, unfortunately, Sean had received more education than was good for him, and really did talk this way. Did I mention that he was 8 inches and thick? Yes, that makes up for a lot, seemingly.) “I’ve given this a lot of thought and I believe that as long as I’m picking the women and the sex takes place in that bed,” she said, pointing to the king sized bed across the room, “everything will be all right.” “So let me make sure I understand this. You want to choose women for me to bring home and have sex with. Where will you be when this sex is taking place?” “Oh, shopping, visiting my mother, volunteering at the library, having my nails done – you know, that sort of thing.” “OK, here’s another problem. What makes you so sure that you’ll find someone else willing to have sex with me? Most of the dating sites that I’ve heard of have male to female ratios of at least 100 to 1.” “Don’t sell yourself short, Sean. In spite of your Irish heritage you have an eight inch tonker, and you are a very handsome man (Sean actually blushed at this point), which puts you way out in front of most of the trolls infesting the hook up sites. I’ve researched this, Sean, and I’m sure it will work. Please consider it.” “Done. When do we start?” Pamela laughed. “I knew you’d say that. Here, take a look,” she said, holding out her iPad. Sean took the tablet which woke up at his touch to reveal a popular internet hook up site. He saw that she had, in deed, already developed a partial profile for him, sans revealing photos, and that a fair number of women had looked at it. Of course you never know with these things, they might have just been spammers, he thought. He also noted that she’d sprung for a “gold” membership, meaning that he could actually look at other profiles, send messages, etc. He was impressed, but still a little bit in shock. “Let’s get some photos of you,” she said, standing and taking the iPad from his hands. “Profiles with pictures get a lot more action. No face pics yet, of course. We’ll have to give those up at some point – no woman is going to meet someone whose face she hasn’t seen – but for the profile we just need some general body shots and the obligatory pic of your not inconsiderable junk, as they say these days. Stand up.” Sean stood up and faced Pamela, feeling suddenly self-conscious – almost like the first day of junior high gym class when he’d had to be naked in front of other boys for the first time. Pamela snapped several pictures of him with the iPad. “OK, drop the shorts and let’s get a few photos of Mr. Johnson,” she said. Sean’s cock was still erect (seemingly its base state these days) when he stripped off his briefs. Pamela took a picture. “Turn so you’re in profile please,” she ordered. He complied and she snapped a few more. “Good. That ought to do it for now. Let’s get these uploaded and see what happens,” Pamela said. A few moments later, Pamela had chosen the photos for the profile, uploaded them, and decided which one was the main photo. “OK, take a look at the profile and let me know what you think,” she said, handing the pad back to Sean. This is what she had written in the intro: Middle aged woman needs your help managing hubby’s burgeoning libido. (That was the headline) My husband has recently undergone a physical transformation. He’s lost a LOT of weight and has become a gym rat. Most women would be delighted, and believe me, I’m happy that he’s taken more interest in his health. The problem is that he now wants sex about five or six times A DAY. I just can’t handle it. I need some help, and I don’t want him sneaking around behind my back, so, ladies, I’m asking you to help me out here. I need someone (or someones) to help siphon off some of his sexual energy. He’s a handsome man, well spoken, charming, good sense of humor, and he has a thick 8 inches between his legs to go along with some serious staying power. The catch here is that I get to choose the women he brings into our home to have sex with, so you’ll need to go through me to get to him. He doesn’t have the password to this account and will only see what I allow him to see. You won’t be communicating privately with him, ever, and if you try, well, you don’t want to go there. What we’re looking for is some NSA boinking for hubby just to keep him from driving me crazy. What do you say ladies? Help a sister out please? Sean laughed. “That’s quite a profile statement. Gotten any hits on it yet?” “Yes, quite a few, actually, but only a couple from our area. A lot of women just wrote because they were curious, and I’ve actually made a few friends in the process. Women mostly who want to know why I’m doing this and how it’s working.” “Can I see who’s responded?” “Of course, dear,” Pamela said, tapping the iPad’s surface and then handing it to him. “Here’s a pretty hot candidate.” She had opened a profile – “SexySadie61” – and it displayed a photo of a woman of about Pamela’s age with a nice build, long auburn hair, and a killer smile. She was 61 years old, married but looking, and lived in a suburb on the other side of the metro from Pamela and Sean. She had several bikini photos but no nudes. The bikini shots were revealing enough, however, and Sean was interested. “Did she message you? May I see what she wrote?” “Message us, darling, message us. And, yes, tap the envelope icon and scroll down to see her message. She and I have been corresponding already.” “You were pretty sure of yourself, darling.” “Yes, I was, now shut up and read.” Her smile took the sting out of what might have been a rebuke, and he clicked the envelope revealing the message. Dear Karensproblem (her screen name –using her middle name), This is the most unusual profile I’ve ever seen on this site, and I’ve been here a while. I must admit I’m intrigued. If your husband is built like you say he is and if he really does have your blessing, I’m interested in meeting you. Both of you. Can we talk on the phone? I see that you live across town. Perhaps we could meet for coffee or a drink and find out more about each other. I’ve enclosed a photo of me and would appreciate one back. Sean saw that Pamela had responded to SexySadie61. Dear SexySadie61, Yes, this is real. I understand that this is an unusual profile, but please believe me, this man I’m describing is my husband of 40 years and we have no wish to end that relationship. He’s just gotten so randy lately that it’s more than I can handle. I have decided, and I know he’ll agree (men all think with their penises, wouldn’t you agree?), that it’s best if he blows off some steam elsewhere. I’m OK with that as long as I know about it and choose the women. Oh, and the sex has to take place in our home and there will be no private communication whatsoever. That’s a deal breaker. I’ll send you some photos when I get them. Here’s a picture of my hubby taken at a recent gala for our local public television station. Doesn’t he look great in a tux? “You sent her a picture of me?” “Of course, darling, and now I’ll send a few of these to her,” Pamela said, taking the iPad back again and tapping in the commands to send SexySadie61 a few of the photos they’d just taken. “Anyone else nibble on your ad?” “Yes, here’s another,” Pamela responded, pulling up another profile. “Looking4Daddy? Really?” “I thought you might want someone younger to play with, and some girls still have daddy fantasies. She’s legit. I checked her out. We had coffee last week at the Starbucks in the mall.” “You what?” “Oh don’t act so put out. It’s not like you were going to say no.” Sean was a little taken aback by how much Pamela had done behind his back. She must really have been getting desperate. “Darling, I’m sorry if my demands have become a burden to you (yes, as I said, he really talks like this). But, I had no idea they were producing this level of distress. Are you sure you don’t want me to just wank to porn or something for relief? I promise not to harass you more than once a week.” “You’re so sweet, darling, but, no, I don’t want you wanking to porn. You need a flesh and blood woman who is horny enough to satisfy you. I think as long as I’m picking them and we don’t have any secrets, that this can work. And if it doesn’t, or if either of us gets uncomfortable, we can stop it and figure something else out.” “All right. What’s next?” “Take a look at ‘Looking4Daddy’ and then I’ll show you the message she sent.” Sean looked down at the iPad screen. Looking4Daddy was a 21 year old coed at the local U who was looking for someone more mature as a sexual partner. She wasn’t ready to get married and settle down and she was tired of the local bar scene and being groped by drunken frat boys. She wanted something else. Her photos were pretty hot too. She obviously worked out a lot. She had a nice set of perky tits and a tight ass to go along with her red hair and fair skin. “OK, what’d she say?” “Go back to the inbox. The string starts about six messages down.” He looked. Dear Karensproblem, This is pretty crazy, but I just had to write to see if you were for real or if this was just spam – some internet troll seeing if women would bite. I’m everything my profile says I am, so if you’re real, please send back a picture and let me know. Pamela’s response: Dear Looking4Daddy, Yes, we are a real couple. Here’s a recent photo (clothed) of my hubby. He’s recently transformed himself, physically, and now has the libido of a 16 year old boy. It’s too much for me and I’m looking for help from willing sisters of just about any age. This will be NSA sex only, and only with my knowledge. No private communication. Hubby doesn’t have password access to this account. If we agree to meet, you’ll meet me first for an ‘interview,’ which, if all goes well, will lead to more. Write back if this is acceptable. Looking4Daddy wrote back: Karen, Let’s meet. Your hubby is a hunky guy. I think I’m as curious as I am turned on by this and I want to meet you anyway even if things don’t work out. I’d like to hear more about your relationship and why you’re willing to risk it after 40 years just so your hubby can get his ashes hauled. Here’s my mobile number (XXX)XXX-XXXX. Call or text me. “So you called her?” “Yes. We spoke several times on the phone and she eventually believed enough of my story to agree to a meeting in a public place. She’s very careful. Her name’s Melissa, by the way. We met at the Starbucks last week and I think she’s a worthwhile candidate. I told her I’d get some candid shots of you and send them to her, but even off the clothed picture, she was interested. In truth, I got the feeling that she would be interested in both of us. You’ll note that her profile indicates that she is bi-sexual.” “Whiskey tango foxtrot! You going bi in your middle age?” “No, silly. Although I did have a couple of roommate flings in college. Sometimes I wonder…” “T-M-I, sweetie.” “I thought all men wanted to see their wives with other women. You don’t?” Sean blushed. Again. His fair skin didn’t allow him to hide it. “See. I knew it. You want to watch me have sex with another woman. Admit it.” “Would you?” “We’re not talking about my sex life here,” Pamela said, deflecting Sean for the moment. “Let’s stay focused on getting you seen to.” Sean let that go for now but filed it in the “to be discussed in greater detail at a later date” folder of his brain. “OK, so, as I asked earlier, what’s next?” “I’ve set up a meeting with Melissa for tomorrow after work at that same Starbucks in the mall. Your calendar says you’ll be free after 5, so perhaps we could just meet there around 5:30, and if we click, we can go over to the Cheesecake Factory and have dinner together just to advance things a bit.” “And then?” “If all goes well, we’ll set up a sex date.” “Well, what if Melissa and I have chemistry and want to take things to the next level tomorrow night?” “That’s a possibility. Now, let’s talk ground rules. One, no private or secret communication with candidates. No secret e-mails, phone calls, texts, or instant messages. All communication goes through me and I decide, more or less, who you play with. I’ll try to provide as many women as you can handle until you calm down a bit. You shag them here, in this house, in this bed. We’re looking for shag-buddies, not lovers. And, to be clear, you’ll be shagging them, not making love. Agreed?” Sean thought this over. He still wasn’t sure it would work, but his cock was getting most of the blood so it was in charge and it said “yes!” “OK, let’s give it a try. Have I mentioned how much I love you today?” “Only about 50 times, but I know you were mostly saying that to get into my knickers.” “But I do love you, you know,” Sean said, seriously. “Yes, darling, I know you love me, and I love you to death, which is why it hurts me not to be able to give you what you want. Oh, I suppose I could just lay there and think of England, but I know that wouldn’t give you what you need. It’s not that I don’t want sex, I just don’t want it several times a day anymore.” “You’re the best,” Sean said, standing up and going to where Pamela sat, leaning down, and kissing her forehead. “Let’s go to bed and snuggle. I promise I’ll keep Mr. Johnson under wraps.” And, they did, and he did. Fast forward to the next evening at 5:30. The scene: a Starbucks in the food court of the local mall. Pamela and Melissa are already there, sitting at a table enjoying coffee and conversation. Melissa is an attractive young redhead, about 5-6 or so, and very fit. She has a great smile, an infectious laugh, and freckles on her cheeks and across the bridge of her pert little nose. Neither of them noticed Sean’s approach until he was standing at the table. “Oh, Sean!” Pamela exclaimed. “We were so busy with girl talk that we didn’t see you.” “I noticed. I’m Sean,” Sean said, offering Melissa his hand, which she took in hers. It was warm to the touch and just slightly moist – she was a little nervous. “I’m Melissa,” she responded, “and your photo didn’t do you justice.” “Nor did yours, Melissa.” “Melissa and I have been talking, darling, and she’s convinced that this is on the level. Should we go have dinner?” “We’d be fools not to. Ladies? Shall we?” Sean offered an arm to each of the women, who took them, laughing, and the trio marched out of the mall and into the evening air. Fifteen minutes later, they were ensconced in a booth at the local Cheesecake Factory with drinks and menus in front of them. “So, Sean,” Melissa said, and then hesitated before continuing, “how do you feel about all of this?” “Awkward, yet somehow very aroused,” Sean said. “How about you? How do you feel about (insert air quotes) all of this?” “Well, Pamela and I have talked about it. A lot. We’ve sort of become friends over the past couple of weeks. That helps, but it still seems a bit strange, don’t you think? I mean, Pamela,” Melissa said, looking at Pamela, “you’re basically pimping out your husband to strangers so that you won’t have to fuck him.” Sean winced at the coarse term, but it was a small wince and went unnoticed, except by Pamela, who was very perceptive about these things. “Well, it seems that way to me too, I guess,” Pamela replied, “but because I love my husband I want him to have his needs met. This seems like a good way to meet them and keep our marriage intact. I’m thinking that his raging hormones will settle down after his body adjusts to its new shape and things will go back to where they were before all of this started.” This, of course, and I’m sure you’ve caught this by now, demonstrates the flaw in Pamela’s thinking and planning. The idea that any man once exposed to the idea of having a variety of sexual partners with his wife’s blessing – not just blessing but willing connivance – would go back to the weekly pickle tickle is patently absurd, as we shall see, eventually, if I ever get around to writing it up, that is. “But if we’re talking about odd, Melissa,” Pamela said, “what’s up with wanting to have sex with someone old enough to be your grandfather?” “Hey!” Sean said with mock anger. “Legitimate question, Pamela,” Melissa replied. “It’s like I said, I’m kind of tired of the amateur groping I get from boys my age. Most of them know nothing about foreplay, and only want to stick it in and get off. That is unless they just want a quick blow-and-go. I put up with it for a while because I thought that was all there was to it, but then, last summer, I was traveling and I met this 50-something guy and, we, well, let’s just say I had my eyes opened. That’s all.” “So, Melissa, now that you’ve met us and know we’re for real, what do you want to have happen next?” “Let’s go for it,” Melissa responded. “Let’s go for it meaning what exactly,” Sean asked. “I’m game if you are. I’ve never had one 8 inches and thick before,” she giggled, I’m afraid, oh yes she did. It was a girlish giggle and it grounded right in Sean’s groin producing an instant boner. Sean looked at Pamela. “Over to you, I think, dear,” he said, smiling. Pamela was, for the first time, facing the actual reality of what she’d put in motion. It is one thing to consider the kind of sanctioned infidelity she’d proposed in the abstract, but now her husband and a young woman were making goo-goo eyes at one another and it was obvious that they were both experiencing some level of arousal. She took a deep breath and then picked up the check, waiving it and her credit card at a nearby server. “Let’s go to our place,” she said, finally. The bill was quickly settled and the trio set out in their various vehicles. It was about a fifteen minute drive from the restaurant to the Mainwaring’s modest little mcmansion in a newer development on the outskirts of this mighty, but unnamed, metropolis. Two cars scooted into the garage and a third parked on the concrete apron outside. All three got out and trooped through the connecting door and into the house. “You’ll both want to freshen up, of course,” Pamela said, “so, Melissa, if you’ll follow me, I’ll show you where to go and do that and then lead you to the bedroom. Sean, go get ready, dear. I’ll bring her to you when it’s time.” “Yes, dear,” Sean said grinning like a school boy. Melissa looked at the bulge in Sean’s grey flannel slacks, smiled, and then followed Pamela down the hallway toward the guest bath. Sean watched Melissa’s sexy backside disappear down the hall before heading in the opposite direction to perform his own ablutions. Freshly shaven and with the strategic application of his favorite cologne (Imperiale by Guerlain), Sean put on a pair of silk boxers and tried to strike a properly alluring pose on the bed that he and Pamela had shared exclusively for so many years. That felt silly, however, so he settled for lying on his left side with his head propped against his left hand. If his brain had been getting the normal amount of blood flow he would probably have given some thought to what he was about to do, in a moral sense, but that didn’t happen. He had a hardon and this wasn’t the time for introspection. Pamela, meanwhile, escorted Melissa to the guest bathroom and showed her where she could change. Melissa, having come to the mall prepared for anything, had brought a sexy little nothing of an outfit into which she planned to change before being presented in the master chamber. So, she fluffed up a bit, made sure she would smell and taste as sweet as could be, and then doffed her slacks and blouse combination in favor of a pale peach teddy and thong combo – the thong tied together with a pair of bows at either hip. It was fetching, to say the least. Even Pamela thought so when Melissa emerged from the guest room a few minutes later. “Oh, I think Sean will just eat you up,” she said. “I hope so,” Melissa giggled. Pamela sighed, wondering, and not for the last time, if she was doing the right thing. “Well, in for a penny,” she murmured. “What?” “Never mind. Come on, let’s go meet your new lover, Melissa,” Pamela said, holding out her hand to the young girl. Hand in hand they walked slowly down the long hallway toward the other end of the house where the master suite was located. Melissa was nervous. Pamela was scared to death. “What the fuck am I doing,” Pamela thought. “What the fuck am I doing,” Melissa thought. “What’s taking so long,” Sean thought, or rather his dick thought because his male appendage had taken over all of the higher brain functions normally associated with things like ‘thought.’ Pamela stopped when they reached the door to the master suite. “Sean is my husband. He loves me and I love him. I’m doing this for him. If you mistreat him or try to steal him from me there will be a reckoning.” “Yes, Ma’am,” Melissa responded meekly. “I understand.” Melissa, acting on impulse, put her arms around Pamela and kissed her on the cheek, whispering, “I”ll take good care of him for you, Pamela. But I can definitely see why he wants to sex you up so many times a day – you’re gorgeous.” Pamela felt a flush scatter across her flesh at the words. Her pussy actually tingled and she felt it start to dampen. Was she? No, not after all these years. She shook herself mentally and returned Melissa’s kiss on the cheek before stepping out of the embrace and turning the young redhead toward the door to the bedroom where her husband lay waiting. “Now, go on in and have a good time. He really is a good lover. I just don’t need him poking me five or six times a day anymore,” Pamela said, patting Melissa on the backside and turning to walk back down the hall. She heard the door open and close and then she was putting on her coat and heading back out into the night. She’d return a few hours later to find out how it all went. Sean heard a low murmur of voices in the hall outside the master suite and his cock gained even more stiffness if that were possible. He hadn’t had erections like these since he was a . No blue pills needed. He was rock solid and his balls felt like they were swollen to the bursting point with semen. Of course, as anyone knows, this is sort of a misnomer. The testes produce sperm, but semen is produced in the seminal vesicle, which is why men like Sean, who have had a vasectomy, can still produce ejaculate. It is popular in erotic fiction, however, to treat the balls as though they are vast reservoirs of semen which needed emptying frequently. Now where was I? The door opened and there she was on the threshold. Sean had the good manners to stand up (parts of him, or should I say a part of him, was already at attention and saluting vigorously) when she entered the room. Melissa, now as shy as a bride on her honeymoon night, stepped into the room far enough to close the door behind her and then stopped, suddenly unsure what to do next. Most of her experiences with boys had been in the back seats of cars, behind the bleachers at football stadiums, or on rec room sofas during alcohol fueled parties. This was terra incognita. Sean looked at her, or rather stared at her. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” Sean said in a low growl. The sound of his voice and the obviously advanced state of his arousal sent a buzz up and down Melissa’s spine, and caused her nipples and clitoris to become stiffly erect as her pussy moistened. “Looks like you’re happy to see me,” Melissa giggled, walking over to where Sean was standing next to the bed, and staring pointedly at the tent in his silk boxers. And then his arms were around her and they were kissing. Sean loved kissing, as Pamela could attest. He’d never gotten over his teenaged predilection for long makeout sessions full of groping, grinding, and spit swapping. He was a good kisser. If he kissed you, you’d be thoroughly and completely kissed. When she was in the mood, Pamela could achieve mini orgasms just from his kisses. When she was in the mood, that is. Melissa moaned into Sean’s mouth as he claimed her. His arms crushed her body to his and she felt the hot iron bar of his cock pressing into her belly, smelled the heady fragrance of his cologne, tasted the minty fresh mouthwash he must have used just before their tryst, listened to his breathing as they held each other close. Her hands wandered up and down his back, not knowing where to go next or what to do. His hands likewise explored her soft, smooth, skin, eventually moving down to cup her ass cheeks and pull her even tighter to his body. He thought his cock might burst if he didn’t get it inside her soon. Either that or he would just pierce her belly with it where she stood – it seemed that hard. Melissa was nearly overwhelmed by Sean’s obvious desire for her. No horny or college boy had ever demonstrated such focused regard for her. Oh, they wanted her, all right, but to be honest, a Fleshlight would have worked just as well – they just wanted to get off and she happened to be the closest jack-off device. Sean wanted her, or that’s the way she perceived it. About this time Sean discovered the bows at each side of her thong and untied them. The little scrap of silk dropped to the floor between her feet. His hands gripped the hem of Melissa’s teddy and whisked it up over her head. It joined the thong at her feet. She felt herself being picked up and deposited on the bed – gently deposited of course. And then Sean was on top of her, kissing her lips, her nose, her eyes, her cheeks, her neck – his mouth was everywhere, seemingly, and all at the same time. It was like being devoured alive only without the pain of being torn limb from limb. His lips and tongue were like magic leaving searing trails of sexual heat in their wake as they traversed the terrain of her flesh. Her nipples strained to become even more erect as she felt his mouth working its way down her chest. “Ahhhhhhhhh,” she cried as first her left nipple and then the right were captured by Sean’s hungry mouth. Back and forth he went, not neglecting either pap but sucking and licking them into a state of near diamond hardness and leaving them shining with a coating of his mint flavored saliva. His hands gently squeezed and molded her tits as his mouth ravaged her nipples, causing her arousal to reach the conflagration point. Her hips pumped at the air and her pussy felt heart wrenchingly empty. She wanted his massive tool to penetrate her and she wanted it right the hell now. But even though he was horny as a proverbial billy goat, Sean was a patient lover and was determined to get a taste of Melissa’s sweet pussy before he penetrated it with his prick. And, so, he began to kiss and lip nibble his way down across her abdomen, his nose picking up the unmistakable scent of a woman in high arousal. A light fuzz of downy hair began just below Melissa’s navel, forming a treasure trail that led to the bright red curly fur covering her pubis. She was neatly trimmed but she hadn’t given in to the Brazilian fad yet and he was glad. Sean repositioned himself so that he was lying between Melissa’s widespread legs. He pressed his face to the top of her pubic mound and inhaled the sweet musk of her femininity. He never got tired of that scent. It sent thunderbolts of desire right to his groin and made him moan. Sean slipped his hands under Melissa’s ass and lifted her pubic mound to his mouth like a chalice. Her lower lips were slightly parted and covered with droplets of her special dew; they were bright pink, almost fuchsia, and visibly swollen with desire. Her little “man-in-the-boat” was standing straight out from the apex of her labial folds, an even deeper pink than the surrounding flesh. He took all of this in over a matter of a second or two before lowering his mouth reverently to taste the petals of Melissa’s flower. When Melissa felt his tongue on her labial folds she jerked as if suddenly plugged into a light socket. Her hips surged off the bed involuntarily as she sought to increase the contact between her pussy and Sean’s hungry mouth. He allowed it, letting her hump his face as he feasted on her juices. His talented tongue traced the crenelated edges of her inner lips, flicked repeatedly across the hard nubbin of her clitoris, and probed the recesses of her vaginal opening. His strong hands gripped her ass and held her against him while she squirmed – torn between wanting to maximize the contact and wanting to escape the relentless pleasure. Her orgasm arrived with the speed and power of a summer thunderstorm and burst over her like a flood. Her legs lifted and attempted to squeeze together involuntarily, gripping Sean’s head in a fleshy vise as she pumped her hips against his face and squealed with delight. NO man, and only a couple of women, had ever made her cum this way, and she was lost in a pleasure zone where coherent thought was banished and sensation owned her entirely. Sean kept licking and sucking for all he was worth as he felt Melissa go over the edge. This was what he craved from a woman – her entire submission to pleasure; giving in to sensation; letting go all pretense and artifice. In this moment her true womanliness came shining through and she was free to be the sexual being that she was capable of being. Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded across Melissa’s nervous system. Eventually it was all too much and she released her leg lock on Sean’s head and began pushing him away from her pussy. “Too much,” she gasped, “too much. Stop. Oh God, please stop,” she begged. With a final kiss and flick of his tongue, Sean surrendered her pussy and lifted his head to look up across Melissa’s delightful abdomen and heaving chest to observe how her fair skin revealed the sexual flush from the top of her chest all the way to her face. Her muscles relaxed and post orgasmic lassitude threatened to overtake her. Then she felt Sean’s lips kissing their way up across her now sweat beaded belly, between her breasts, up her neck, and at last, he was kissing her mouth again, breathing new energy into her flesh, stoking the flames of her desire back to full conflagration. She felt his cock drag across her belly like a hot iron bar and she suddenly wanted it inside her like she had never wanted anything in her life before. She had to have him in her. “Fuck me, Sean,” she whispered as their kiss broke. “Put your cock in me. Please,” she pleaded. She spread her legs wide and cocked up her hips making a cradle for his own hips and inviting him to close the connection between them. Sean didn’t need a second invitation. He spit on his fingers and applied the wetness to the head of his massive erection before fisting his cock and notching it in the vestibule of Melissa’s sex. “Ohhhhh….God,” she moaned as she felt the massive head of his thick cock begin to spread her pussy hole. “Mmmmmmm….so tight,” Sean gasped as he pressed his cock into her gradually yielding opening. As slick and wet as she was he struggled to gain entrance. She adjusted the angle of her hips slightly spreading herself even wider, pushing back against him to capture more of his girth with her hungry pussy. Four, five, six, times Sean pulled back and pressed in again, each time gaining more depth with his strokes. Seven proved the magic number as he finally felt himself sink into her warm, wet, tight depths. “Ahhhhhhhhh….yes!” Sean gasped as his cock slid home. “Oh…oh…oh…oh…my…god…” Melissa moaned as she felt him fill her slit with his fat cock. It was almost like losing her virginity again only this time the man knew what he was doing, she didn’t actually have a hymen to break, and the cock was a LOT bigger. It didn’t hurt, it just felt big. No wonder Pamela didn’t want this fat prick fucking her five times a day… Eight inches is a big dick (except in porn valley, where it’s only average), but this one was really thick and that was what was giving Melissa just the slightest bit of discomfort at the moment. It was short lived however, and within half a dozen in and out strokes she had forgotten all about any momentary discomfort and was once again awash in endorphins as the sawing of Sean’s cock in and out of her pussy flooded her nervous system with pleasure jolts. Sean started slowly, holding himself up on his elbows to keep his weight off of her for the moment. He dragged his cock back until just the head was notched inside her vaginal sleeve and then slowly pushed back in until his balls were resting in the crack of Melissa’s ass. He could feel her inner muscles rippling up and down his cock as waves of ecstasy spread from her sexual center throughout her body. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, her ankles locking together at the small of his back. She used this as leverage as she began to fuck him back, forcing him to pick up the pace to match her rhythm. She fucked him with an urgency Sean hadn’t experienced in a long time. Even when Pamela was in the mood, their lovemaking was much more relaxed, almost langorous. “Fuck me!” Melissa demanded, grabbing Sean’s ass in both hands and pulling him down as her hips pushed up. Sean said nothing. He levered himself up onto his knees, grabbed Melissa’s legs behind the thighs, and pushed her legs back until her knees were just about at her tits. Then, going up onto his toes, he began to plunge his massive member straight down into her steaming tunnel like a reciprocating saw set on high speed. Melissa’s scream was short as she felt the real assault on her pussy begin. She didn’t have breath for more than a short scream in this position. Mostly what she did was grunt like a little fuck pig, and that’s what she felt like. A. Little. Orgasmic. Fuck. Pig. Sweat dripped from Sean’s chest and splashed against Melissa’s thighs, dripping down onto her face. She opened her mouth and caught the drips on her tongue savoring their salty, earthy, flavor – something that, were she not swooning with lust, would have disgusted her completely. Later she’d think about this, but for now, she was lost in a sea of pleasurable sensations and anything seemed like a good idea. Sean was trying to keep the pleasure Melissa’s pussy was giving his swollen cock form overtaking him. He wanted to fuck this little coed silly and show her what a real man could do (whatever that meant). His entire being was focused on the several square inches of flesh interacting at their respective pubic regions. In and out his cock sluiced through a flood of lubrication and saliva as it transited her vaginal cavity again and again. The juicy, squishy, liquid sounds this made combined with the fug of sexual scents, added to the atmosphere of sex that permeated every cubic inch of the room. Animalistic grunts substituted for speech as Sean and Melissa rutted on the twelve hundred thread count Egyptian cotton sheets of Sean and Pamela’s marriage bed. If she could have, Melissa would have pulled Sean’s entire body inside of her. For his part, Sean would gladly have complied and he did his best on every stroke to slam every last fraction of an inch of his turgid flesh into her steaming, clasping, channel. Orgasms, like taxes can only be postponed so long, and Sean’s was presenting its bill and demanding payment. Melissa had lost count of the number of times she had gone over the edge into the abyss of pleasure called the climax. Since she had achieved orgasm on Sean’s tongue she’d sort of reached a plateau state of pleasure where mini climaxes just kept coursing through her nervous system ratcheting her pleasure quotient ever higher. When she sensed that Sean was about to achieve his own pleasure apotheosis, however, her own pleasure spiked again. “Gonna cum, baby,” Sean gasped. “Cum in me,” Melissa managed to croak. “Give it to me!” she gasped. With an Animalistic growl Sean plunged his rampant charger to the hilt one more time and unloaded his reservoir of semen into the pit of Melissa’s belly. Again and again his cock flexed and spit its warm wet tribute into Melissa’s vaginal vestibule. She felt it hit her; felt his cock jerk and spit deep inside of her; and this triggered a new wave of orgasmic fury in her already overtaxed nervous system. Every muscle in her body seemed to contract at once. Sean thought that his cock was going to be cut off at the root by the force of her vaginal contractions. Together they surfed the pleasure wave until it began to dissipate. Sean let Melissa’s legs drop, which they did, like a ragdoll’s legs. He leaned down and kissed her, tenderly, his cock still leaking its liquid symbol of the power of lust into her pussy. She could feel it running out of her and streaming down the crack of her ass. She wondered, absently, if Pamela would want the sheets washed before she came to bed. Sean broke the kiss raised up and looked Melissa in the eye. He was looking for something. Recognition? Awareness? “He wants to know how he did,” Melissa thought, “but knows he shouldn’t ask.” “Are you OK,” Sean asked. “Sometimes I get a little carried away, and as thick as I am, well, I hope I didn’t hurt you.” Melissa laughed. This was not what she had expected. “I’m OK, Sean. I’ll probably be a little sore tomorrow, but it will be a good sore, like the way muscles feel the day after a really good workout.” “Good. Phew. That was fantastic,” Sean said as he pulled his now soft member from the clinging confines of Melissa’s now well fucked pussy. “Mmmmm…yes…fantastic describes it perfectly,” Melissa sighed as she felt the emptiness left behind by the withdrawal of Sean’s cock. She wondered if he could get it up again and then realized that she was already sore. How long had they been at it anyway? Most guys she’d been with came within a minute or two of entering her pussy. She stole a look at the bedside clock and did a double take. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong. I just can’t believe you lasted that long.” Sean laughed. “Yeah, that’s one of the problems Pamela has with my wanting to have sex so often. I’m not a hair trigger kind of guy, and she gets tired sometimes.” “Well, now THAT’S a problem a lot of guys would KILL for. And their girlfriends,” Melissa said with a chuckle. Then a wicked smile crossed her face and she acted on her impulse at once, diving between Sean’s legs and slurping his sticky member into her mouth before he could say or do anything to stop her. “Ohhhhh…fuck,” he moaned as she scrubbed his cum coated cock with her lips and tongue. Not to be outdone, Sean grabbed Melissa’s legs and twisted her around so that her pussy was right over his face. He’d made a perfect mess of her crotch, that was for sure. Her red pubic hair was matted with a thick coating of orgasmic fluids. He fastened his mouth to her pussy and began gently licking her tender tissues, cleansing her of as much evidence of their coupling as he could reach. He didn’t mind the funky taste in the least. Pulling down on her hips, he brought her rose bud within reach of his tongue and relieved it of its coating of cum before going back to munching her pussy lips and gently flicking her clit with his tongue. Their gentle afterplay continued for some minutes before Melissa tore her mouth away from Sean’s tasty cock and she crawled back up to where she could kiss him some more. “Wow,” she whispered as their kiss broke. “Wow, indeed,” Sean replied, smiling. “I want to do this again some time.” “Yes, please,” Sean said. “And soon.” “I need to go. Exam tomorrow. Politics of Southeast Asia. Ugh!” “Say no more. If you like, take a quick shower in there,” he indicated the direction of the master bath with a nod of his head. “That’s OK. I think you cleaned me up pretty good,” Melissa said, laughing. She kissed him lightly on the lips once more and then hopped off the bed to find her teddy and thong, which she picked up on her way to the door. “See you soon,” she said, waving as she took off down the hall to the guest room where her clothing was stashed. Sean laid where he was, his hands behind his head and an unmistakable smile of satisfaction on his face. He hoped the cameras Pamela had installed in the bedroom had captured all of this. Perhaps watching it would make Pamela horny and he’d get a second piece of ass today. He heard the distant sound of the front door closing and knew Melissa was gone. He reached to the nightstand next to the bed and found his phone. “Siri…call Pamela-wife,” he said into the little black rectangle. “Hi hon. She’s gone. Yes, it was good. Thank you baby. Want to come home now and watch your horny hubby in action in high def? OK, I’ll be here.” (…To be continued…) This story, and 8 other chapters, appear on my story blog: mstrholesstories.blogspot.com.  |
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