Sauna Time Sex

A plume of thick fog rolled out of the sauna when I opened the door. My wife, Tiffany, and I had taken a trip to Myrtle Beach. It was just after eleven o’clock when we ventured down to the swimming pool. After spending the day on the beach, watching men and women alike flirting with Tiffany, I was eager to claim what was mine.

We stepped into the sauna and found that the steam was so thick, we could barely see our own hands in front of our faces. Never knowing how large the room might be, we tiptoed around until we found the bench. Silence soon filled our ears as we sat back and enjoyed each others company.

“What are you doing?” Tiffany asked when she felt me untying the strings of her bikini top. I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Just…making you a little more comfortable,” I said. Tiffany snatched the top as I was pulling it free of her tits.

“Give me that!” she spat playfully, tugging on it. “Someone else could be in here!”

We both looked into the fog. If there was anyone else with us, I certainly couldn’t hear them.

“C’mon, Tiff!” I prodded her. “Live a little! If we’re not alone, it ain’t like they can see your tits!” She scowled at me at first, but it was soon replaced by a wide grin.

“You’re such a whore!” she said.

Sweat was rolling down my skin. I guess it has always been sort of my fantasy to have sex in a public place. Not necessarily in front of others, but doing something nasty and putting yourself in such a predicament, that discovery is almost certain. Scooting closer to Tiffany, I took her wet tits into my hands and licked the sweat off her hard nipples. For a moment, she seemed to lose her inhibitions and held my head to her chest. She began moaning softly when my fingers dipped inside her wet cunt.

“Honey, honey….someone’s gonna walk in!” she protested. But I was already off the bench and had her bottoms off.

“What are they going to do? Alert the desk that a married couple is fucking in the sauna?”

I pulled her ass to the edge of the bench. Knowing that she was as horny as I was, I applied sufficient pressure to her knees and opened her legs wide.

“Well, let’s not make it very long, okay?” Tiffany pleaded. She held my head with both hands while I kissed and licked her inner thighs all the way to her moist pussy.

For the twenty minutes or more that I feasted on her sex, Tiffany tried several times to get me to stop. It’s always a futile attempt. Now, I’m not saying that I’m that great at eating pussy, which I think I can hold my own, but Tiffany loves it! Usually, it involves her cussing like a drunken sailor, declaring that I stop, and then wrapping her legs around my head. Whenever I choose to stop, her inhibitor level is so low, I can pretty much do what I want, like accidentally put my cock up her ass hole.

“Don’t you want me to suck on it?” Tiffany asked, somewhat bemused when I squatted between her legs.

“No. I just want to fuck you senseless!” I said. Lifting her legs high, I delivered several kisses to her sweaty feet and plunged my cock deep inside her.

She moaned in ecstasy and grabbing my hips, pulled me deeper and harder inside her. Our bodies were slapping viciously together and the tile floor and walls made for great acoustics for her vocalizations. Sweat was pouring from my body. I love to sweat during sex. It just adds another element of nasty to the affair.

“Oh, God! I’m gonna cum on your dick! Holy shit! That feels so fucking good! Fuck me like a cheap slut!”

“Are you a cheap slut, baby?!” I asked, leaning forwards. With her feet pinned up on my shoulders, her body was basically shrouded by mine.

“Fuck yeah, baby! Cum in my pussy! Get me pregnant, stud! Give me that baby!”

“You want me to knock you, slut?!” Tiffany looked down through the haze of the fog and watched as my cock rammed deep like a piston.

“Yes! I want another baby from you! God damn! I’m gonna cuuuum!”

Suddenly, her pussy exploded and showered me in her juices. It was a massive squirt-fest as several ejaculations splashed on the floor. Normally, in such a heightened state of arousal, I would cum quickly after her. However, with the heat of the sauna and my body’s water supply fast diminishing, I was no closer to cumming than when I started.

After several minutes, I pulled out of her and collapsed on the bench next to her. We were breathing deep, trying desperately to recover. It wasn’t uncommon for me to have difficulty in achieving orgasm. At times, Tiffany would have to suck me off, and other times, it was like a vendetta: I was going to fuck her til I got mine and it didn’t matter where we were. Reaching over, she took hold of my hard root.

“Oh, dear God! Another one of those times?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel room and finish this?”

“Because I want to cum inside you right here!”

Tiffany got up and straddled my lap. Sliding down my shaft, she went slower this time, careful to conserve energy. My hands roamed all over her body and I relished her slick skin. I was at the height of my glory! On vacation, i was having sex with my beautiful wife in the sauna. I didn’t care if someone else walked in and caught us.

After I regained some energy, I stood. With my left hand, I locked her arms behind her back like a chickens wings, and with my right, I took hold of her curly, brown hair and yanked her head backwards. I wasn’t pounding her as hard as I was earlier. At that moment, my main concern was getting remotely close to orgasm.

And then, like an ominous figure you see in one of those horror flicks coming through the fog, I saw the silhouette of a large man walking towards us. My heart thundered in my chest as I continued to fuck her. Tiffany was moaning loudly and I guess her eyes were closed. Otherwise, she would have flown through that door, naked or not.

Before I could say or do anything, her moans were muffled. It was impossible to discern one thought from another. What was happening? Why was I still fucking my wife while another man’s cock was in her mouth? Why wasn’t she struggling to get free?

I slowly let go of her hands and her hair. Watching in astonishment as her hands went to his phallus, I rammed my cock deeper and harder inside her. Like I said before, when Tiffany is incredibly horny, her inhibitions are nonexistent.

Did she really want me to get her pregnant again? When we would wake the next morning, would she feel guilty for sucking another man’s cock?

The stranger didn’t say anything. He breathed deep and simply placed his hand on the back of her head. She was cumming again and her muffled cries echoed off the walls. If she didn’t have any trepidation of what she was doing, maybe I shouldn’t be so upset, I thought. It was our vacation, after all.

I closed my eyes, held onto her hips, and fucked her as hard as I could. Every muscle in my body ached and cried out in agony. Tiffany was licking his long, thick shaft and the bulbous head. I didn’t say anything to her. Closing my eyes, I laid my head back and just let go.

Sitting exhausted on the bench, I watched as she knelt before the man, lavishly sucking his steel. Every muscle felt as though it had a constant dose of electricity flowing through it. I was paralyzed. Tiffany’s heart shaped ass stared back at me. I had placed my seed as deep as I could get it.

As the stranger helped her to her feet and took her to the opposite end of the room, I wanted to say something, but couldn’t. I wanted to cry out to Tiffany for her to remember who she was and to whom that pussy belonged to. I wanted to plead with the man not to fuck my wife.

But I couldn’t. I was exhausted.

“Just take it in a little at a time,” I heard him say. I could only picture him sitting on that bench, while Tiffany straddled his lap and impaled herself on his cock. “You’ve got some great titties, baby!” She let out a high pitched squeal.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this! Oh, God! I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this!”

Soon, the sauna room was once again filled with the luxurious sounds of Tiffany moaning and crying in pleasure. I could hear the slurping and smacking of wet kisses. Finally, I was able to summon the energy to get up from my seat and I joined them at the other end of the room. My cum, combined with her juices and the friction of their coupling, had created a frothy foam on his black phallus.

He was meeting her thrusts; his ball sack slapped her ass with a wet plop! Tiffany’s labia was swollen outward to accommodate for his girth. With her arms wrapped tight around his neck, her tits were shoved in his face.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Shit! I’m so fucking…I can’t believe I’m doing this…I’m so fucking tired!”

“Think you gonna squirt on my cock, baby, huh?! You gonna cum for Big Daddy?!”

Sitting there on the adjacent bench, my cock at half-mast, I couldn’t believe it either. My spectacularly beautiful and thick wife was bouncing up and down on the lap of another man. Each time her ass came down on his thighs, her cheeks would ripple and shake. Tiffany’s pussy had become a splashing mess and her juices poured out onto the floor.

“Oh, yes, baby! Big Daddy likes that! You like having sex with me?!” I think Tiffany was hesitant to answer. Her crying had become so loud, that if there was anyone beyond the door, keeping secret what we were doing had become next to impossible. “I said, ‘do you like having sex with Big Daddy?!'”

He latched onto the nipple of her right breast and clenched it tight in his teeth. Pulling his head back, her nipple stretched. Big Daddy began a scissor motion with his teeth and Tiffany cried out in pain. She went to pull her pink nipple from his mouth, but hesitated.

“Fuck! That hurts! Please…God damn it…I like having sex you!”

Big Daddy immediately released her nipple and their bodies came to rest together. They both were breathing heavily and Tiffany continued crying. I was a plethora of emotions. It wasn’t until they came to rest that I realized that I had been stroking my cock. I loved the eroticism of the moment, and I hated myself for letting it happen.

“Is that your husband over there?” Big Daddy spoke softly in her ear. He was squeezing her ass and pulling her cheeks apart.

“Yes!”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, honey! I’m sorry!”

“Shhh,” Big Daddy soothed her like a mother would her child. “Don’t feel sorry for having sex with me. If he didn’t want you to, he would have stopped us.” Big Daddy shifted on the bench and laid her out with her head closest to me. “And don’t you feel bad about this either, dude! Thank you letting me have sex with her. It’s a pleasure fucking such a beautiful lady!”

I was dumbfounded! What else could I say besides you’re welcome?! With her right leg up on his shoulder, he held her left leg out wide, and began a slow stroke. Tiffany’s moans were softer now and she reached down to feel his shaft disappearing inside of her.

“Have you cum yet?” I asked.

“Not yet. But I’m close. Have you ever fucked a black man?” Big Daddy asked her.

“No! Never!”

“Then I won’t cum very deep inside you!”

“No! Please!” Tiffany hit the panic button. She tried pulling his cock out. When that didn’t work, she tried scooting away. Big Daddy place one of his large hands on her shoulder and held her in place. “Please! I dont want to get pregnant by you!”

“You ain’t gonna get pregnant by me, baby! You were a black cock virgin! Now you need black cum inside you! Don’t worry, baby! I ain’t gonna cum deep!”

Tiffany was struggling with his cock that was penetrating deep and with her own orgasms. She was enjoying the sensation his cock was giving her, but she was terrified of him cumming inside her. I swear it was the eroticism of the moment that compelled me to make another concession.

“Would you settle for just keeping the head in?”

“I can do that,” Big Daddy said. His strides had become shorter and faster. “Stroke my cock while I cum, baby!”

“Oh, my God! I can feel it!” she cried, pulling on his shaft. Big Daddy grunted loudly as he emptied his seed into my wife.

“How does that feel, baby?”

“Shit! That’s a lot of cum. My pussy feels full!”

Big Daddy pulled out of her and welcomed me to come take a look. Tiffany’s pussy looked mutilated. I was staring into the gaping hole of where his cock had been. Her cunt was still contradicting and a long, white pearl oozed from her. It ran down her crack and deposited on the bench. I looked up and saw that she was sucking his cock.

“This is some lady you have here! How do you feel, sweety?!”

Tiffany let go of his cock with a loud pop. “Like a cheap slut,” she said. Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around me and held me close. “I’m so sorry, honey. I…”

“It’s all right,” I said. I couldn’t be mad at her. “It is our vacation, after all.” We shared a brief laugh and stood.

“We had better get out of here before they wonder what’s up,” Big Daddy said, handing us our swimsuits.

Taking a quick dip in the pool to wash off the sweat and the sex, the three of us headed back to our rooms together. Tiffany and I were surprised to find that he was only a couple of doors down. We walked in silence, too embarrassed by what we had done.

“May I make a suggestion?” Big Daddy said, turning around to face us. “After you shower and stuff, if you have any energy left, make love. Tonight was just fun. I’ve had plenty of experience cuckolding and I can tell that you two are madly in love.” We looked at each other bashfully. “I’ll be here for a week or so, so if you guys want to get together again, let me know. If not, best wishes.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I am too tired for sex tonight,” Tiffany said, laying her head on my shoulder.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“Bryce,” he said, extending his hand. I took it in mine. “And you are?”

“Nathan and Tiffany.”

“My pleasure.”

“This might sound strange to say, but thank you for having sex with her.”

“Yes, thank you!” she said with a weary smile and a chuckle.

“My pleasure. She’s a beautiful lady.”

“I guess I will have to look up this cuckolding thing?”

“Yes, please do! You might find some things that interest you. Nathan, I shook your hand, would you mind if i kissed your wife goodnight?”

Kissing was one of the few things I hadn’t seen them do. “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with her.”

Bryce took her into his arms and their mouths came together. Tiffany moaned appreciatively while he caressed her back. Eventually, his hands roamed down to her ass. Their kiss lasted longer than I had expected. Soon, they parted and we went into our respective rooms.

Tiffany and I were too exhausted for a shower, let alone sex. We stripped off our swim wear and downed a glass of water.

“I love you,” she said when I curled up behind her.

“I love you, too.”

Seconds passed and we both drifted off to sleep.

Numb Lust

A chilly evening’s rain had given way to clouds and eventually stars that looked down on the woman as she laid beneath her lover.

He was a man nearly twice her age and just as gifted. With her legs spread wide and her pointed toes resting just below his ass, she held onto him; occasionally slapping at his flesh when she was in the throes of orgasm. She was exhausted from his weight and his supreme endowment.

His hips rose and fell, twisted and ground his cock deep inside her sex. He loved the sound of her vocalizations and her voice calling out his name. Her pussy was gripping his cock and pulling him deeper inside her.

“You feel so…oh, God…you feel so good to me!”

The woman laid beneath her lover and stared up at the stars through the skylight. Was daddy up there watching her have sex with a man of the inferior race? Daddy hated black men. And daddy wasn’t here. He had committed suicide without saying goodbye.

She often wondered if it was her daddy’s racism or selfish demise that led her to take a black lover? Her husband was distant and her children and her lover were all that she had. It was fortuitous that he would be on the road and her children with her parents. She could fuck with the door wide open without living in fear of being discovered.

They seldom ventured out of the missionary position. Not that they needed to. Her lover liked to remain in control and his larger-than-normal phallus had a way of consuming her entire snatch.

It took a while for her pussy to become accustomed to his size, but she was now pleased with her new mate. Lover could fuck for thirty minutes or more and he was coming up on that time. Her cunt was creating what her lover liked to call “pussy gravy”, and it flowed abundantly like a river.

Lover was breathing heavier now, more ragged than before. He was fucking her harder now with little regard to the temporary discomfort he maybe causing. Her strident cries filled the room and echoed down the hall. Closing her eyes shut tight, she wrapped her legs around him as her clit reacted to the crushing weight of his root. He thought of telling her where he planned on cumming but figured she wouldn’t care; she was too delirious.

“Oh, God…your fucking cock…I’m gonna cum on your fucking cock…oh, Jesus….fucking shit!”

“You like my cock going deep inside you?” he asked in her ear.

“It fucking hurts! Please cum! Jesus Christ!” Her legs fell to the sides and trembled uncontrollably. Everything inside of her felt as if it were on fire.

Suddenly, it felt like an atomic earthquake had gone off inside her, with several aftershocks. Creamy semen with potent sperm clung to the walls of her cunt. They laid locked together for several minutes before he pulled out. He knew that a woman laying on her back after a man had just came inside her was an excellent way for conception.

After they showered, they spent the next couple of hours eating leftovers in bed and watching Netflix. Becoming drowsy, she laid down with her back to lover.

“Baby, I really don’t think I can take anymore,” she said, feeling his hard root poking her ass.

“It’s okay,” he said, lifting her right leg. She offered little resistance. “You will.” The common myth that men in their fifties had a difficult time of achieving erection was lost on him.

On the television, a comedy was playing. Having a firm hold of her voluptuous tits, he parted the folds of her abused cunt, and slid deep inside her.

She was going to be an exhausted woman in the morning.

Master Knows Best

Anxiously, she awaited her Master’s return. Standing in front of the window, she watched the road that disappeared over the horizon. Just a month ago, it was impassable. A few days of above average temperatures had given way to the shades of spring.

Letting go of a deep sigh, she wondered where he was. He had left her alone for two days to hunt bear. It was difficult to draw in a deep breath. Anxiety seized her throat and nearly closed off her airway.

What if he had been in an accident? A rock slide? An accidental shooting? What if he had been mauled by a bear?

Closing her eyes, she shook her head and forced the thoughts from her mind. He was her only link to civilization. Months trapped in a wilderness could demoralize anyone.

In the months since he had taken her and she laid in his arms at night, she wondered if she had a case of Stockholm syndrome? Did it matter? It wasn’t like police were going to come out here to find her, was it? Only twice had he taken her into town and no one seemed to recognize her.

She had set aside such foolish thoughts that she would one day see her husband and children again.

He had allowed her the privilege of television, but that was about it. Her face had consumed all news broadcasts. Months went bye and her name slowly faded from the national discussion.

Suddenly, her heart leaped in her chest! Just over the crest of a hill, a couple of miles out, was a black object moving along the road. Running to the door, she stopped momentarily and ran her fingers delicately along her waist. She still felt the chains that bound her.

Stepping out onto the front porch, she shivered in the cool evening air and pulled the sweater jacket tighter around her. Master would be pleased with how she looked; leggings, flats, a low-cut shirt and sweater. If he wasn’t too tired, perhaps he could lay between her legs.

She closed her eyes and shuddered. Not from the cold, but from guilt. She thought of her life in Arizona-her husband, her children, and the church. Would any of them blame her? Surely, there were some who would cast judgment.

But they weren’t living her life, were they? Her freedoms were limited. They weren’t the ones who had been bound, beaten, gagged and fucked into submission. Was it sinful that she wanted to have sex with Master?

Only God knew that answer.

A fool thinks their own ways are right, but the Lord ponders the heart…Proverbs…something or other.

She shook the scripture from her head and waved to him as he pulled into the drive. He smiled warmly at her and she felt a ball of joy swelling in her heart. The Lord can ponder her heart all He wanted, but being submissive in sex to her captor was not only a way for her to stay alive, but to feel…human.

Master pulled his truck in the garage and Ava went back inside to wait for him. He waited until the door was all the way down before exiting his truck. At times, he felt guilty for taking her from a life she loved. But then he would think of his little brother and how her son had taken his life. He thought about how the judge had sided with them. A ravenous hatred seized his mind and he steadied himself against his work bench.

Ava looked so beautiful standing on his front porch, it wouldn’t be right to take his frustrations out on her. She was growing more submissive every day, and with a little extra effort, his endgame could come to fruition. Punching the code on the safe hidden under his work bench, he tossed his keys inside and unloaded the meat into the freezer.

You’re falling in love with her! a voice told him.

Master shook the thought from his head.

“No, I am not!” he grumbled under his breath.

Then why haven’t you killed her?!

“Because!” he shouted, beating his fists against the side of the truck.

Because you love her! It’s okay to love her! She’s a beautiful woman! And I would love her too if I got to fuck her every day!

“Is everything okay, honey?” Ava asked, rising from her seat at the table. She suddenly caught herself after the words had escaped her lips. It was a question she had for her husband whenever he was frustrated. Master looked at her cautiously and went to the sink to wash the blood from his knuckles. “What happened?!”

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it!” he snapped. Ava ducked her head and slowly returned to her seat. Guilt stabbed at his heart once more when he saw the self-deprecating way she sat at his table.

She was expecting something. Maybe words that cut deeper than daggers. Or a hard fist. Would his brother want him doing this?

“It’s okay. It’s not you. I just had some difficulty on the hunt, that’s all. Took my anger out on my truck. Come here.”

Ava stood from her seat and walked to him with her head down. Are you proud of yourself? the voice asked again. She’s gonna spend the rest of her life walking around with her head down and give herself a concussion or something!

Master shook the voice from his head. Funny how it sounded so familiar to his little brother. He lifted her face to his and kissed her. Their tongues barely grazed and he tasted coffee on her breath.

“You haven’t slept, have you?” he said, looking into her eyes.

“Not very much.” Ava looked away and fought back tears.

“Why not?”

“I…I worry about you when you leave. And I…” her voice trailed away in the mask of tears. Did worrying about someone mean you cared for them? Or loved them? Or, in Ava’s dilemma, was Master a lifeline? “I get so lonely.”

“I know you do,” he said, pulling her sweater down her arms and tossing it onto a nearby chair. He rubbed her arms gently and savored the warmth of her soft flesh. “But it is necessary that I leave. We have enough meat to get through the fall and it is a way for you to reaffirm your boundaries. Now, be honest, how far did you go after you left the house?”

Ava looked down at her feet and was hesitant to answer.

“Ava? How far did you go?”

“Down to your garden. I’m sorry.” Master lifted her face to his once more.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to beat you anymore. But I want you to understand the danger of the wilderness. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you!” Just like the when you beat me to the point of nearly killing me, she thought. As if reading her mind, he ran his thumb across the scar on her upper lip. “Have you worn shoes the entire time I’ve been gone and done everything I told you. You know how I don’t like it when your feet are rough!”

“Yes, I have,” Ava said, looking down at her flats.

“And your pubic hair? What about that?”

“I’m letting it grow. I shaved my bikini line and trimmed up a bit though.”

Master slid his hand down her pants and ran his fingers through her coarse, curly black hair. Despite trimming it up, hair covered her labia and curled into her snatch. He dipped a finger inside her folds and molested her clit. Ava moaned softly and held onto him.

“I’m done with my period,” she said, breathing heavily in his ear. More than a week of going without his body and two days separated had put a strain on her more than she could bear.

“Is that your way of saying you want me to fuck you?”

“Very much so!” Ava cried, climaxing on his hand.

“I want you to say it!”

“I want you to fuck me!”

More than an hour had passed and Ava was laying under her Master, crying inconsolably. Dirty clothes and discarded bath towels laid on the floor beside the bed. The bedroom was a loft, which overlooked the living room. And the mattress had been built into the floor.

“Oh, God! Yes! Fuck me! Yes! Please, fuck me!”

As her Master forcefully rammed his large cock deep inside her, she put away thoughts of her family, of sin and adultery. She held onto her Master as he grunted and moaned his way to orgasm; exploding like dynamite and expelling seed deep inside her womb. While she wouldn’t forget her family and would think of them often, she wouldn’t feel remorse in pleasing her Master. In her submission, he had learned kindness.

He sat up, still lodged inside her, and lifting her feet to his face, he began kissing and sucking her toes. It was an act her husband had never done. Pulling out of her, he laid beside her. Ava didn’t need instructions on what to do next. Licking the shaft, she sucked his slowly deflating cock into her mouth and savored the sickly sweet flavor of her cunt. It left little to wonder why he enjoyed eating her so much. With his cock finally clean, she laid at his side and rested her head on his chest.

Night had fallen and the full moon shined a silvery light as they drifted off to sleep. Ava dreamt of her family standing silently outside the cabin. Master dreamt of his little brother, his head spit open and his dark eyes staring back at him.

You can’t keep her around forever, he said.

Lust in the Dark

This is a story I wrote on Graveyard 1984 Blog. Unfortunately, with all the sex Gifs I used, that blog and this blog were purged. But that’s old news. What isn’t old news is that while I lost every last bit of my material, I’ve decided to rewrite one of my stories: Lust in the Dark. It’ll have Karen, Mike and Brent, but I’m not sure if it’ll be a one-and-done or an on-going series. An on-going series, at some point, has to have an end. And while I can see that end, I lose steam…quickly. This story has a different time, place and setting. You can also read it on my other erotic blog, Dose of Sex. Pretty soon, I will be fully transitioning over to that one. I hope you enjoy.

Graveyard Night

Karen pulled down the zipper of the tent quickly and stuck out her head. With her thighs squeezed together, she looked around to see if anyone was awake. She stepped out of the tent, zipped it up and started to run for the brush, when she remembered that she wasn’t wearing panties.

She pivoted on her right foot, slipped on the wet grass and fell to her hands and knees. Urine trickled from her sex and she had to chuckle. In the midst of a dozen tents in the middle of a national park, she was down on all fours, naked except for a tank top. Just a few feet from her, the campfire had reduced itself to glowing embers. Beyond that were the tents scattered about the clearing.

Each turn of her head or twist of her neck brought a dull ache to her temples. Why had she drank so much? One object became two, became three, became four. Karen groaned in frustration and climbed to her feet. Staggering to the brush, she hid behind a tree and let her bladder go.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but after fifteen seconds or more of pissing, her thigh muscles started to ache and throb. That was the downside to drinking. Liquor took nutrients and water from the muscle, and the muscle lost its endurance. Karen finished her stream and peaked out from behind the tree.

No soul in sight.

At a brisk walk, careful to focus on a single tent, she zipped open the door, and dove in. Fumbling in the dark for cleansing wipes, Karen let out a groan of disappointment when she couldn’t find them. Her hand finally settled on a small piece of fabric and she cleaned herself with it.

Mike wouldn’t care, would he? After all, there wasn’t anything on his boxers that hadn’t been on his tongue. Well, maybe except for his cum. Her eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dark and she saw the silhouette of him sleeping on his right side. Lifting the covers, his bare ass stared back at her.

Gears and wheels started turning in her belly. Something felt naughty about this. What was it? Sex had been so quick, she had hardly any time to strip down before Mike was on top of her and inside her. Karen pulled the tank top over her head and slid under the blanket.

Mike moaned softly and shifted subconsciously in his sleep at the feeling of her cool flesh. As her head rested on the pillow and her eyes closed, her mind ran in circles. Something definitely felt naughty! What was it?!

They had taken a camping trip with a dozen couples in their workout group. Was it the act of having sex with others in such close proximity? Mike had tried desperately to get her to moan as loud as she did at home. And in his haste, he blew his load too soon. Karen had to admit that laying naked in a tent, an act that wasn’t easily done with kids around, was not only a turn on, but had lewd appeal to it.

Forcing the trepidation to the back of her mind, her hand drifted down his torso, and soon fell upon his extremely hard root. Grasping it firmly, she began stroking it. Using pre-cum to lubricate the head, she rubbed the palm of her hand on it in a twisting motion. Karen smiled when he moaned and stretched his muscles. Once you had kids, getting woke up to sexual stimulation was rare, too.

She rolled him over to his back, and for a brief moment, she thought about sucking him. However, she had failed-or, Mike failed rather-to give her an orgasm. Karen mounted him and positioned him at her moist entrance. With her eyes closed, her mouth hung open as she slid down his shaft.

Oh, my god! He feels so much bigger! Karen thought, finally coming to rest at the base. Placing her hands on his chest, she soon found a rhythm and her hips were undulating on his cock like a wave.

He had awakened and was returning her thrusts and was penetrating deeper. Keep it quiet, Karen, she told herself when her pussy closed around him. If getting drunk meant magnification of her husband’s size, then she was going to get drunk more often. Her pussy felt stretched beyond its limits. Karen’s voluptuous chest was bouncing and swinging in concert to each and every thrust.

This didn’t escape his notice for long. Karen held his head to her chest as he bit and sucked her nipples. She came to rest on his lap; beads of sweat ran from her pores and her black hair clung to her wet skin.

“Oh, god, honey, you feel so damn good!” she whimpered, grinding her hips.

“So do you, baby!” a strange voice came out of the darkness. He was laying wet kisses upon her breasts. Karen’s eyes flew open and she flung herself from his body.

“Who are you?” she asked too terrified to speak above a whisper. The light of a lantern stabbed at her eyes like a thousand needles. “Brent?!”

“Karen?! What-”

“Oh, my god!” Karen said, unbelieving what just happened. Her breasts were still wet with his saliva and her tank top clung to her skin. “Oh, my God! What did I just do?!” She looked about the tent as if looking to put on a pair of underwear or shorts.

“Well, we were having sex!” a dumbfounded Brent sat staring at her curvy body. His wet cock was still fully erect.

“You want to turn that light off, jackass?!” Karen snapped. Brent quickly doused the light. She sat up against the wall of the tent, her legs together and her knees pulled up to her chest. She was drunk, right? This couldn’t be considered adultery, could it? “Why did you let me do that?”

“Me? Why are you putting this off on me? You’re the one in my tent and too drunk off her ass to know any better! I thought I was having a wet dream or something!”

Karen lowered her forehead to her knees. He was right. It was wrong to put the blame off on him. He was an innocent bystander, of sorts. As she sat quietly in the dark, the thing that confounded her the most, was that her pussy was still twitching, as if calling out for more.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna tell Mike,” she said, finally lifting her head and staring at Brent. “For the life of me, I don’t know how I’m gonna tell him.”

“You don’t tell him. What happened here is none of his business.”

“‘None of his business?'” Karen scoffed at the notion. “How can none of this be any of his business? I’m his wife!” she shot back. Karen had to steady her breathing. She close to coming unglued on him.

“And I’m Cassandra’s fiancee. But you’re not gonna catch me running back and telling her. Is your drunk worn off yet?”

Karen sat quiet a moment. Although it had, there was still the dull ache and the whoozy feeling whenever she turned her head. “A little.”

“Good! Because I’m going to put things in perspective for you!” he said scooting closer to her. “You’re a news reporter, right? Okay. Do you get great enjoyment out of reporting on who got murdered, who got raped, which politician got caught with his dick in his hands, and traffic jams?”

“Gets kind of boring, actually.”

“Exactly. People know that there are deeper truths to be told, but people don’t ask because they know deep down that if they knew, there would be a nationwide riot. I’ve been in the military. I know! I’ve seen and heard shit that’ll make your head spin. But it’s none of the American people’s business.

Just like none of this is Mike’s business. But you go ahead, Karen! Go ahead and tell Mike that we had sex and see what happens. He will want to fight me and I won’t be held reponsible for what I do to him.”

Karen felt her resolve eroding by the second. Brent’s face was less than a foot from hers and his expression wasn’t all too kind.

“I’ll, um, I won’t tell him,” she said quietly sliding passed him.

“Where are you going?”

“Leaving.”

“What about my orgasm, Karen?”

She looked down at the hard root between his legs. It was still impossible to believe that it had been inside of her, giving her pleasure. Before, she could have considered what she did an honest mistake. However, could the same be said once ignorance was longer an issue?

Once he saw her hesitation, Brent knew he had her. Taking her by the arm, he led her to his bed and pulled her tank top off. He was gentle with her as he resumed laying wet kisses on her breasts and biting and sucking her nipples. Karen, however, was hesitant to hold him. When he went to kiss her, she suddenly turned her head.

He smiled at this simple gesture of defiance. Grabbing her jaw, he turned head back around and covered her mouth with his. Eventually, she succumbed to the pressure and returned his kiss. Her hands laid delicately on his thick biceps as he followed her to the ground and came to rest between her legs. Karen reached down and taking hold of his cock, pointed him to her sex.

Brent was kissing her neck when he went into her. In the middle of the wilderness, their bodies slowly came together. She tried desperately to focus on the sounds of the crickets and wild animals, but all she could hear was his heavy breathing and her soft moans and sighs of ecstasy. In one of the other tents, an intoxicated Mike was snoring the night away.

“Oh, god! Mike, please, forgive me!” Karen whimpered when the first series of orgasms commenced. She wrapped her arms and legs around Brent and held on when he quickened his stride.

Several minutes later, Karen was pulling her tank top over her head and breasts. Hopefully, for the last time that night. Sex with Brent had been pleasing, but that didn’t stop her from feeling wretched. He had used an old, dirty shirt to clean his cum from her belly. Before leaving his tent, she looked back at him; he was sprawled out in the middle, passed out, and his sodden cock laid upon his left thigh.

Her drunk was mostly gone and that was reassuring. From the way she felt, maybe a hangover wouldn’t come. She found her tent and stepped quietly in. Karen took a sigh of relief when she saw Mike laying there, sawing logs. Never could he know that she had kissed another man, laid naked with another man, and felt pleasure from another man.

Putting on a pair panties and shorts, she laid with her back to her husband, and curled into a fetal position. Karen didn’t feel worthy to touch him. Mike was like a golden altar and it felt almost profane to touch a single hair of his head.

She wept bitter tears and she fell asleep hoping no one had heard her.

The Son’s Friend

Well, hello, friends! It’s been about a day, but I got my blog back. Unfortunately, I lost everything on this blog and my other one. I wrote this one on the fly this morning. I hope you enjoy it!

As always,

Graveyard Night

Emily looked herself over in the mirror. It had been three months since her divorce was final. Her friends said it would be great; that she would find a new lease on life. However, she found that to be a lie.

She cried too much, slept too much and ate too much. Emily hadn’t exercised in three months and she had gained ten pounds. Wrapping her hair in the towel, she took an extra towel and wiped between her legs. There was a strong, tingling sensation and her knees nearly buckled.

Oh, yeah! And she was horny as hell!

It wasn’t just the sex that she missed, it was having a man to hold onto, to wrap her legs around. Sighing, she wrapped the towel around her, and stepped out into the hall. She tried the bars and dating sites, but nothing worked. Emily had begun to wonder if she was ever going to find someone new. Or, at the very least, someone to fuck.

She was standing in the kitchen, sorting through the mail, when she heard a high-pitched whistle behind her. Turning, she saw her son’s best friend, standing in the doorway to the guest bedroom.

“Graham, what are you doing?!”

“Enjoying the view!” he said, leaning to one side and looking at the backs of her legs. Emily felt the backs of her thighs. She had absentmindedly grabbed a smaller towel and the bottom of her ass cheeks were showing.

“Oh, my God!” she cried, eyeing the healthy erection he was sporting through his boxers.

“Oh, yes!” Graham said, advancing on her. He reached for the towel twisted together between her breasts.

“No, no! You’re my son’s friend…and I’ve never had sex with a black man!” Emily whimpered, while offering little resistance.

“There’s a first time for everything!” he said, staring at her lasciviously and tossing her towel to the side. Emily held onto the edge of the table as Graham sucked her nipples into his mouth. She felt her clit swelling and pussy juices were running down her legs.

“Please, Graham…no!” she whined as he lifted her onto the table. He had spread her legs and was kissing down her belly. She looked down and realized that she hadn’t shaved in quite a while. That was certain to be a turn off for him; he would see the hair and decide to he didn’t want a broad that had a hairy pussy.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time!” Graham said. Emily moaned loudly and fell back onto the table when his tongue ran up and down her moist slit. Looking down, she watched as he focused attention on her throbbing clit. It had been only a matter of minutes and she was ready for his cock!

“Put it inside me! Put your cock inside me!” she pleaded. Graham waited a little while longer. Her clit was caught between his teeth, and her pussy was squeezing his fingers. “Oh, dear god!” she cried when he had pulled down his shorts and was standing between her legs. Laying upon her pussy was the thickest, longest and heaviest cock she had ever laid eyes on.

“Oh, yeah!” he said, teasing her by running his shaft between her lips. Emily held onto the edge of the table; breathing heavily, she waited in anticipation for him to couple with her. Reaching down, she took hold of his shaft, and positioned him at her entrance.

Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped open as he entered her. His cock was immense and was filling a void that hadn’t been filled in a long time. She looked up at her son’s best friend and found his smile comforting. He knew of the torture she had been through and wanted to give her something good in her life. His hands held the backs of her thighs and he had her legs pushed up as far as they would go.

Emily watched his abs flex with each passing stroke. Her pussy was on the verge of a major orgasm and she mostly whimpered. She kept checking down the hall for her son. He was home from college and this would not be a good welcome home.

“Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me!” Emily’s back arched as her pussy welcomed its new mate. “Oh, yes! That feels so fucking good!” she growled. Sitting up on her elbows, she watched as his magic phallus disappeared inside of her. Never before had a man, let alone her ex husband, got her to cum this quick. She was bemused to find that only about three-quarters of his cock was inside of her. “Put it all inside me! I want it all!”

She fell back onto the table, her head hitting hard when she felt the discomfort of the head pounding her cervix. Graham was a passionate lover of women. Many women he fucked during his first year of college had never felt the sultry sensations of black cock. He watched as she twisted her body in pleasure and her average sized tits bounced; their bodies came together with a loud, salacious slap.

Emily had forgot to keep an eye out for the hallway. It would be embarrassing for her son to see her naked and fucking his friend, but she was a woman craving the feeling of a man. She was a woman in her mid-thirties who had brought him to life out of wedlock. What was it to him who she had sex with? Graham’s cock had become more rigid and was penetrating deeper.

Maybe her son had heard the slapping of flesh and vicious cries and he elected to stay in his room until they were done.

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside me!” Emily cried. She was mewling like a cat in heat. “Cum inside me! I haven’t felt a man cum in a long time!” Graham let out a primal cry as he emptied his seed deep inside of her. “Holy shit!” Emily pulled Graham down for a kiss. His phallus was slowly losing size. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him in. Never before had her pussy felt so full.

Moments later, she sat on the back porch, dressed in a robe, her right leg crossed over her left, and smoking a cigarette. She watched through the sliding glass door as her son and his friend were playing a video game. It sounded like WWIII. Her pussy was still twitching. Dialing a friend, she waited for her to pick up.

“Hey, Melanie!” Emily said with a perky tone. “Are you still leading the plyometric class?”

“Yeah. You sound happy! Did you get laid?”

“Yes, I did. I’ll tell you about it later! When is the class today?”

“In an hour.”

“Alright! I will be there!” Stubbing out her half-smoked cigarette, she stood to go back in the house. Graham’s cum was still leaking from her.

It was an excellent thing he would be here all summer long!