Literotic asexstories – Just an Ordinary Day by Aged49writer,Aged49writer
Lisa opened her eyes and smiled mischievously when she checked the time on the bedside clock radio. It was 6:26 a.m., with the radio scheduled to come on at 6:30 to awaken her and her husband, Paul. She had a better plan than waking to the morning news, weather and sports.
She switched off the alarm, rolled over, raised up on an elbow and looked her sleeping husband in the face. Paul had a very important meeting scheduled for mid-morning. He had been planning for it, fretting more than usual, for days on end. He kept running various scenarios by her over breakfast, dinner, evening television and pillow talk. He needed to get a potential client to sign a contract. She knew he was ready, but she wanted him happy and relaxed so he’d be at his very best.
Lisa carefully pulled back the top sheet from where it lay bunched across their waists and eased it down past his knees. Even after four years of marriage, they still slept naked, and she once again congratulated herself on hooking up with such a hunk. Paul worked out regularly, ate well, drank little. He was strikingly handsome, solidly built. And, okay, she grinned, his larger-than-average cock was a plus as well.
She moved quickly, taking just a second or two to gently lift his morning boner from his abdomen and slide it between her lips. She bounced her head up and down on his dick half a dozen times before he awoke with a start. But he wasn’t surprised. She roused him with blowjobs on special mornings: His birthday, her birthday, their wedding anniversary, bank holidays. Mornings after he had fucked her the night before with particular energy, enthusiasm and expertise. So, frequently.
She told their friends, doing an extremely poor impersonation of Robert Duval, “I love the taste of cum in the morning.”
Paul reached out to grab her nearest leg and pull her closer to him. He knew that she wanted this to be a gift to him, not a present to be shared (although she relished sucking cock), so he didn’t swing her leg over his head so that he could lick her pussy. But he also knew that she knew he adored her tits and would consider it part of the gift if he could fondle them while she blew him.
As he bounced her boobs in his hand and she slid his cock in and out of her mouth, he said, “Lisa, you are without a doubt the best fucking wife in the whole damn world.”
She slipped his cock out of her mouth long enough to say, “I know, dear, believe me, I know,” then took the head of his dick into the opening of her throat. Paul began to raise and lower his hips off the bed to accentuate her sucking. She tried to keep her lips along the first few inches of his shaft, where she knew he was most sensitive, but could relax her gag reflex enough to have her nose crash against his balls when he went deep into her.
Paul tensed up all over. She felt his cock throb, his balls tighten. She increased the pace of her sucking and swallowed half a dozen spurts of cum as he exploded inside her mouth. When he was drained, she wiped up with his cock the jism that had escaped her lips and licked and sucked his dick clean.
Lisa rose up, turned and brought her lips to his. They kissed softly. “So, Tiger, ready to carpe the fucking diem now?” she said.
“The only thing I want to seize is your sweet ass,” he said, seizing her sweet ass.
She playfully slapped his hands away from her hips. “Uh, uh,” she said, wagging a finger in his face. “BJ to start the day, plenty of fine nookie to end it. Delayed gratification, lover, but you’ll get your reward in the end. Or maybe both ends.”
Lisa rose quickly from the bed. She grabbed his hand, yanked him up and led him into the bathroom. “Shit, shower and shave, my man. I’ll be downstairs fixing breakfast for us.”
She donned a short, sheer robe and headed down to the kitchen. They shared household chores as much as possible, but both were anxious to serve the other when the occasion warranted. This meeting was very important to Paul, and Lisa didn’t have an appointment to show a house until late morning.
Lisa kissed Paul long and hard on the lips and crushed her body against him as they said goodbye. “You got this, Paul,” she said, looking up into his eyes. He smiled and nodded, confident. She slapped his ass as he turned to walk to his car.
She arrived back in the kitchen to finish cleaning up just as her neighbor, Maureen, entered through the back door. The couples were so close that they never bother to knock before entering.
“Hey, babe,” Lisa said. The women hugged and kissed lightly on the mouth.
“Paul gone already?”
“He just left.”
“Without giving me a chance to give him a good luck kiss?”
“Hey,” Lisa said, laughing, “he got a blowjob. That should hold him till later.”
“I don’t know, our boys need a lot of attention,” Maureen said. “Even one of your legendary knobjobs might not be enough.”
They laughed and hugged again. “Speaking of sex, you’re here for dinner tonight, right?” Lisa said. “I think I’ll just do a salad, some salmon and veggies. I’ll pick up some Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie on the way home.”
“Mmm. You’ll get extra points for that,” Maureen said. “We’ll be here at 6. What’s your day like today?”
“Showing a house at 10:30. Then I’ll do some shopping. I need a new dress for the breast cancer awareness gala next month. You’d think we could just show our tits and raise tons of money to try to keep them. Oh, well. Anyway, the new sofa bed for the den is supposed to be delivered this afternoon, too.”
“Busy enough, I guess,” Maureen said. “I have just two classes today, 11 and 1. Introductory English lit for freshmen. Lame, but it pays some bills. Besides, with all that young meat wandering around campus, there’s always a chance I’ll get laid.”
“Johnny not doing his due diligence lately?”
“Johnny? Shit. That man actually thinks that fucking me once a day every day should keep me satisfied,” Maureen said. “He doesn’t have a clue about the modern woman’s libido.”
They laughed again.
“But those daily fucks are damn fine fucks, you must admit,” Lisa said.
“That’s true,” Maureen said, giggling, “as you well know.”
The ringing of the rear doorbell interrupted their laughter and guilty smiles. Lisa looked through the window and saw a young man wearing a white polo shirt and khaki shorts. “Oh, it’s Bobby, that cute delivery guy from the grocery store. I almost forgot I had an order coming today. Damn, I should have included the ice cream in it. I wouldn’t have to stop by there this afternoon.”
“Well, don’t just stand there,” Maureen said. “Let the young stud in.”
Lisa opened the door and smiled broadly. “Good morning, Bobby. Thanks for bringing my groceries.”
Bobby had two grocery bags in his arms. “My pleasure, Mrs. Lessing,” he said.
“Well, come on in.” She opened the door wider and ushered the young man into the kitchen. He didn’t know where to focus his gaze. Mrs. Lessing wore only a robe that fell just below her ass cheeks and was transparent enough to clearly show her nipples and the dark patch above her crotch. Her neighbor, Professor Croft, had on pajamas with a loose fitting top and short shorts.
“You know Maureen, don’t you, Bobby?” Lisa said.
“Yes, ma’am,” he stammered.
Lisa smiled at Maureen. She took one of the bags from Bobby and set it on the counter. “Let me just go through this quickly to make sure I got everything I ordered.”
“I filled the order myself, Mrs. Lessing,” Bobby said. “I’m sure it’s all there.”
“I’m sure it is too, Bobby. I guess I really just need to know if I ordered everything I need. I already know I forgot some ice cream for dessert tonight.”
Maureen sat on a stool by the kitchen island and watched Lisa take items from the bag and put them away on a shelf. She closely watched Bobby’s face as Lisa’s robe drifted up to reveal the round bottoms of her ass cheeks as she reached for the middle shelves. His eyes were as big as the saucers in Lisa’s china cabinet, and his shorts were starting to bulge in the crotch.
“Uh, Lisa, honey,” Maureen said. Lisa turned and gave her a quizzical look. Maureen pointed toward Bobby’s shorts. Lisa’s face turned from questioning to oops. She stopped transferring the groceries from the bag, approached Bobby, took the other bag from him, set it on the island and looked him in the eye.
“It appears that I’ve inadvertently created a situation here, Bobby.”
Bobby lowered his hands to cover his crotch. Maureen stepped down off the stool and stood behind the delivery man. She grasped his arms and pulled his hands to his sides.
“Lisa, I think we should help this young man out of that situation,” she said.
“Uh, well, uh, no,” Bobby said. “I, uh, I should probably just go now.”
“But, Bobby,” Lisa said. “I haven’t given you your tip yet.” She slowly pulled on the ends of the belt of her robe. It opened gradually to reveal her ski-jump shaped tits, flat belly, narrow hips and well-coiffed pubic patch. She shrugged it off her shoulders and stepped forward. She took Bobby’s arms from Maureen’s grasp and lifted his hands to her breasts.
Maureen reached around him to loosen his belt, unbutton his shorts and pull down the zipper. She whispered in his ear, “Did she say tip or tit?” She lowered his shorts and briefs to his ankles. He stepped out of them. Lisa let go of his arms and reached down to clutch his cock and cradle his balls. Maureen lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then guided his hands back to Lisa’s tits.
“Mrs. Lessing, Professor. I don’t know if this is the right thing to do,” he said.
Maureen had taken off her pajama top and was pressing her bare boobs to his back. She ran her hands up and down his sides, to his ass and around to his chest. Lisa gently stroked his dick, leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Hush,” Lisa said. “I feel bad about giving you a hard-on. I’m not a cock-tease. Just relax and let Maureen and me make this right.”
She kissed him again and then knelt between his legs. She kissed and licked the tip of his dick. She passed her lips and tongue over his balls and along his hard shaft. He shuddered. She sucked his cock into her mouth. Maureen moved around to his side. She kissed him on the lips and brought his hand up to her cone-shaped tits.
The women were in their early thirties and looked like they could have been some of Maureen’s freshman lit students. They both had dark hair, were about five feet, six inches tall and could share C-cup bras. They played golf and tennis, ran in 5 and 10Ks for charity and swam laps at the college pool.
Bobby surrendered to their beauty and wiles. Like every other man he knew who knew them, he had fantasized about just what was happening to him now. He had other deliveries to make before he had to be on campus, too, but they were lost in the fog of his good fortune.
Lisa’s wealth of experience in giving head told her to slow and then stop her sucking on Bobby’s cock. She stood up, let him caress her tits again while Maureen kissed him and reached down to hold his dick. Lisa hoisted herself onto the table-height counter between the kitchen and dining area. She spread and lifted her legs. Bobby dropped down and licked her thighs up and down before zeroing in on her wet pussy. She hoped she didn’t still smell too much like the cum Paul had left there the night before, but the enthusiasm with which Bobby ate her indicated he didn’t much care.
Maureen lay on the floor and wiggled in between Bobby’s legs. She raised up under his crotch and sucked his cock into her mouth. The moan he emitted when he felt the professor’s lips on his dick vibrated through Lisa from her labia to the top of her head, her fingers and toes. She shook with orgasm and realized that she’d desperately needed to come since sucking off Paul earlier.
Bobby stood up, held his cock to Lisa’s cunt and slowly slid it into her snatch. She smiled up at him and whispered, “Yes. Fuck me.” Maureen stood beside them, one hand caressing Bobby’s ass, the other grazing over Lisa’s flattened chest. Bobby rocked back and forth, driving his dick in and out of Lisa. She closed her eyes and swung her head wildly from side to side.
Bobby pulled out, jerked his cock frantically half a dozen times and shot streams of thick, white cum up over Lisa’s tits and belly. When he finished, Maureen leaned over and sucked his dick dry.
As he recovered his breath, Bobby said, “Wow, Mrs. Lessing, I certainly didn’t mean for anything like this to happen. And I’m real sorry if…”
“Oh, hush up,” Maureen said, laughing. “Mrs. Lessing and I couldn’t be more pleased than to have the attention of such a fine looking young man. I hope you were just being polite and really aren’t sorry at all. You did like this, didn’t you? I mean, you sure came like you liked it.”
Bobby smiled shyly. “It was really fucking fantastic, Professor,” he said. “Excuse my language.”
“Language excused,” Maureen said, “because I’m sure Lisa will agree, based on the look on her face when you were pumping away at her, that the fucking was fantastic indeed.”
“And all this cum to taste too,” Lisa said, laughing while she daubed up Bobby’s jism from her chest and stomach with her fingers and licked them clean.
The women helped Bobby back into his clothes. Lisa gave him a $20 tip, kissed him on the mouth and slapped his ass, the same farewell she’d given to her husband not long before.
“I must go get ready for classes,” Maureen said.
“Yeah, I’ve got to put the rest of these groceries away and get to the house showing. I think I’ve got a real hot prospect with this one. It could be a very nice commission for me,” Lisa said. She kissed Maureen on the lips and added, “See you at 6, babe.”
X X X
Paul took a couple of deep breaths, then opened the door between his office and the waiting area. “Jeff,” he said, striding toward the potential client who was rising from his seat, “how nice to see you. Please come in.” He let Jeffry Holt pass by him and turned to one of his assistants and said, “Please get those reports to me when they’re here from the printer, Hollie.”
Jeffrey Holt owned a string of very successful theme restaurants in city neighborhoods and suburbs. Their success was grounded in excellent food and service, but business could be increased by creative advertising and public relations campaigns designed and implemented by Paul’s firm. Holt had told him that he agreed that he needed to have some new blood, some new eyes and ears freshen up his marketing.
Paul had the coffee and danish ready. They helped themselves and settled into matching easy chairs. They started casually — family updates, golf failures, weather and city traffic still problematic. Then Paul led Holt through the parade of successes, the piles of money his outfit had accumulated for other clients. He said he had different eyes and ears on staff if Holt wanted to go in a different direction.
“We’ve studied your operation in minute detail, Jeff,” Paul said. “We don’t have to waste time to learn anything about you to get up and running on a new campaign if you want. We know why you’re successful — you’re just plain fucking good at what you do.”
There was a knock at the door and Hollie entered carrying two copies of a market analysis and proposal Paul commissioned. She had finished it days before, but he hoped Holt would believe that it was hot off the press.
“Let’s sit at my conference table and go over this study Hollie has done,” he said. The men took seats on opposite sides of the table. Hollie laid a copy of the report in front of Paul and then rounded the table to place one in front of Holt. Her hand brushed against his as she put the binder down. She patted his hand as if to say, “No problem, sir.”
Hollie was an ace PR professional with a libertine bent. She was tall, long-legged, short-skirted. She had modest-size breasts and narrow, but firm, round hips. She described her normal office attire as “professionally provocative,” dresses that with a slight adjustment here, a little tweak there, were easily converted into the “come fuck me” look she preferred for after-hours cocktails. She seldom paid for dinner.
Paul quickly opened his binder and said, “Hollie, what page is that key graph on?”
Hollie leaned over Holt, her left breast pressing against his shoulder, her hand resting lightly on his arm and said, “It’s right here on page 3, Paul, Mr. Holt.”
She turned to the page but didn’t move otherwise. “It shows your marketing costs, Mr. Holt, for the last five years as percentage of your gross revenue.”
She leaned forward more to point to a line on the graph. Her breasts now straddled Holt’s shoulder, her left hand had traveled across the back of his neck to his other shoulder. He could smell her slightly musky perfume, her sweet breath. Sitting became uncomfortable as his cock hardened inside his pants.
“As you can see,” Hollie continued, “you appear to be getting royally screwed.” She turned to look into his eyes to make sure he was concentrating on the issue at hand. “But with us, our percentage would be lower by several digits while your take would soar.” She looked away at her boss, winked and said, “Perhaps we need to raise our rates, Paul.” She returned her gaze to Holt and smiled broadly.
“Well, as tempting as that is,” Paul said, “we’re doing quite well. We’re more than pleased with what we can suck out of Jeff.”
“Oh, now, that just sounds dirty, doesn’t it, Mr. Holt?” Hollie cooed. “Talk about sucking and stuff.”
Hollie turned and sat up on the conference table next to Holt. Her skirt rode up her thighs almost to her ass. If he had dipped his head just a bit to take a peek rather than being mesmerized by those long legs, he would have seen that she was not wearing panties.
“We’re prepared to offer up whatever it takes to satisfy your needs,” Paul said, assuming that his future client wasn’t listening to a word he said. “What we really want to do is close the fucking deal and get on to the fun stuff. You know, mounting the new campaign with Hollie.”
Hollie crossed her legs slowly, doing an even better job of flashing beaver than Sharon Stone. “Let’s loosen your tie, and our inhibitions, and deal with the ins and outs of my plan,” she said. She took his hand and guided it up her skirt to where she intended to have him conduct the ins and outs shortly. She slid off the table. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She wriggled out of it and, having eschewed all undergarments, stood naked beside Holt.
She leaned forward, placed her hands on his head and drew his face to her tits. He sucked one nipple, then the other. He reached around and fondled her ass. She twisted him in his chair and began removing his clothes. Paul stood on the other side of the table and quickly stripped as well. Hollie threw Holt’s coat, tie and shirt on the floor. She knelt to loosen his pants and yanked them and his boxers down his legs. She ripped off his shoes and tugged his pants and underwear onto the floor.
Holt’s dick was at full staff. He was breathing heavy. Hollie knelt between his knees, cradled his balls in one hand and held the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand. She pursed her lips and nestled them over the tip of his shaft. She slowly lowered her head until his entire cock was buried in her mouth.
Paul came around the table and stood beside them. Hollie reached out with one hand and grasped her boss’s cock. She bobbed up and down on Holt’s dick, jerked Paul’s.
“We’re a full-service firm, Jeff,” Paul said. “We’ll go to any length to keep a client like you. In fact, we consider you to be a part of our family. As you can see.”
Holt merely grunted his acknowledgement and approval. Hollie rose up, grabbed both of Holt’s hands, climbed on the table, spread her legs and pulled him between her thighs. She reached down, held his dick and guided it into her pussy. The new client immediately began ramming his cock in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him to go deeper, harder, faster.
Paul climbed onto the table. He knelt by Hollie’s head. She held his cock in one hand as he lowered it to her parted lips. Hollie expertly fell into rhythm with the unsynchronized thrusts from Paul and Holt. As she demonstrated her DP prowess, she thought, “Well, at least one thing I majored in in college is paying off today.”
They went at it vigorously for minutes on end. And then Holt and Paul came almost simultaneously. Hollie had swallowed enough of Paul’s cum to know to expect she’d have to gulp quickly and frequently to devour his flood of jism. Holt was no slouch, either; they left quite a pool of spunk on the table when the men finally helped her to stand.
Hollie, without putting on her dress again, then led them through the report and proposal she had prepared. It was her usual work: Complete, creative, insightful. When Paul slid the proposed two-year contract across the table to Holt, he signed it without hesitation.
As he was leaving, Holt smiled, tapped the binder she had prepared and said, “You know, Hollie, this alone would have been enough to get me to sign.”
“Oh, but, Mr. Holt,” Hollie said softly, kissing him tenderly on the cheek and leaving a lasting impression of her tits on his chest, “we just showed you the whole package. The proposal demonstrated how hard we work. The fucking demonstrated how hard we play. As Paul said, we’re a full-service firm.”
X X X
Lisa was sure when she finished showing the downstairs of the mini-mansion to Chuck and Miranda that they would make an offer. When Miranda issued what Lisa could only call a chirp of delight as she ushered them into the master bedroom suite, her only remaining question was how high they would go on their initial offer.
“Oh, Chuckie, darling,” Miranda said, pressing her impressive chest to his arm as she swirled them around to survey the rooms. “Isn’t this just perfect?”
The large corner bedroom was surrounded by a sitting room, huge bathroom with oversize shower stall and spa tub and a dressing room with miles of closet space. Like the rest of the house, Lisa had made sure it was stylishly staged. Lisa worked only part-time, and only with people looking for high-end homes. She was a consummate sales person, known for returning high prices quickly.
“Imagine laying here in this bed, Chuckie, looking out those huge windows and, uh, getting it on over and over again,” Miranda said. “Can we lay down on the bed, Lisa?”
“That’s what it’s there for. Just try not to fall asleep.”
“Oh, we never fall asleep right away when we get in bed,” Miranda said slyly.
They lay on their backs, swiveling their heads to take in the view. Chuck was in his mid-fifties and had built his fortune by restructuring his father’s manufacturing business and investing the family’s money well. Miranda was 28, his third wife but his first trophy catch. He had plucked her out of the online porn world after being impressed by her girl-next-door face, natural D-cup tits, bubble ass and enthusiasm for sucking cock.
Miranda rolled onto her side to look out the windows on the rear wall that afforded a panoramic view of the walled-in property that included well-manicured gardens, a large veranda, pool, bathhouse with bar and tennis court.
“Spoon with me,” she said. Chuck rolled over and pressed against her but kept his hands to himself. She fixed that by pulling his arm over her and nestling his hand over her breasts. She wiggled her ass against his pelvis. He pulled away in embarrassment, but she just stuck her butt out farther to regain contact. She giggled, rolled over quickly, forced him onto his back and straddled his thighs.
“Pretend we’re doing the deed with me on top,” she said. “Come on, Chuckie, act like you’re screwing me.”
Lisa sat down in one of the easy chairs in a corner of the bedroom and watched the couple with delight. If Miranda took this beyond the simulation phase, she thought, that might just seal the deal in Chuck’s mind. And give Lisa a juicy story to tell.
Indeed, as Chuck reluctantly bobbed his hips up and down as directed, Miranda hoisted her dress up to her waist, revealing red bikini panties. She hurriedly loosened Chuck’s pants and pulled them and his boxers down his thighs. His impressive cock was rock hard.
“Mandy, we shouldn’t do this,” he protested.
“Oh, shush,” she said, playfully slapping his face. “Lisa doesn’t mind, do you, Lisa?”
“Not at all,” Lisa said, lifting her own dress up her thighs and gliding her fingers over the crotch of her panties. She gave Miranda a wicked smile and nodded as if to say, “Carry on.”
Miranda lifted her dress over her head. She unhooked her red bra and tossed it aside, her tits bouncing enticingly for her husband to admire. She scrambled out of her panties and pulled Chuck’s pants and boxers off his legs, over his shoes, which she left on him. She rose up and sank down over his dick, which slid smoothly into her cunt. She unbuttoned his shirt and caressed his chest and belly as they picked up the pace.
Lisa yanked down her panties, stepped out of her shoes and quickly took off her dress. She sat down again and furiously fingered her dripping pussy. Watching others fuck had always excited her, especially if they were strangers in a strange place.
Miranda glanced over at her, smiled and gave her a come-join-us nod. Lisa wasted no time. She cast off her bra, climbed onto the bed and lowered her tits to Chuck’s face. He sucked her nipples and fingered her cunt.
“Sit on his face, Lisa,” Miranda said. “He loves to eat pussy.”
Lisa swung a leg over his head and lowered her cunt to his lips. She felt a jolt of joy surge through her when his tongue slipped into her slit. She leaned forward, cupped Miranda’s tits in her hands and kissed her hard on the lips. Miranda bounded up and down on her husband’s cock for several minutes while Lisa ground her pussy over his face. He clutched Lisa’s ass and pulled her down hard on top of him.
Miranda rolled off Chuck and lay down beside him. She motioned for Lisa to climb on top of her so that they could lick each other’s snatches. Lisa gleefully fell into the sixty-nine. She licked Miranda’s slit feverishly and was treated with the same exuberance in return. Chuck ran his hands over Lisa’s ass and back. He tickled her butt hole.
Chuck crouched behind Lisa, lifted her up, away from Miranda’s lips, and rammed his dick into her pussy. The thrust knocked Lisa’s head away from Miranda’s crotch, but she quickly pushed back and resumed licking Miranda’s cunt while meeting Chuck’s thrusts. Miranda lifted her legs and wrapped them around Lisa. She raised her head to lick her husband’s cock and balls as he fucked the real estate agent.
Chuck came with a gigantic shudder and loud cry of “oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Miranda lapped up the juice that flowed from Lisa’s pussy as she also climaxed. Miranda pulled Chuck’s dick from Lisa’s cunt and sucked the last drops of cum from it.
The trio lay in bed, breathing hard. Miranda giggled, squeezed Chuck’s semi-hard dick and said, “Buy this fucking place for me, baby.”
The owners had moved out of town, so an hour later Lisa emailed to them, copy to their lawyer, a purchase offer for 10 percent over the asking price.
With the promise of a large commission coming her way, Lisa pretty much ignored the prices on the dresses she looked at at the boutique downtown. There was nothing there that was within the range of anyone but the filthy rich anyway. She picked out two dresses, one black, one red, and asked the young sales clerk — Rhonda, according to her name tag — to help her in the dressing room. The store had large, private rooms for its wealthy customers to try on garments in peace.
Lisa stripped down to her bra and panties. Rhonda hung her customer’s dress on a rack in the dressing room. Lisa held up the first dress to reexamine it before trying it on. And give cute little Rhonda a chance to examine her. Rhonda looked to be in her mid-20s. She was about 5 five, 5 inches tall, blonde, roundish face, small tits, extremely tiny waist, round ass and decent, not spectacular, legs.
“What do you think of this,” Lisa said, holding up the red dress for Rhonda’s inspection. Lisa liked party dresses that showed a bit of cleavage, showed off her youthful waist and swung enticingly about her hips and legs as she walked.
“I think they’ll both look great on you, Mrs. Lessing,” the clerk said. She busied herself making sure no pins were in the dress, not wanting Lisa to think she was checking her out. Lisa, of course, wanted Rhonda not just checking her out but performing a hands-on analysis. Tasting Miranda’s snatch earlier had given her an uncontrollable thirst for more.
Lisa slipped into the dress. Rhonda zipped it up for her. Lisa ran her hands over her breasts, down her belly and around to her hips. She turned this way and that way, examining herself in the several dressing room mirrors.
“How do my tits look?” Lisa asked. Rhonda hesitated, a bit stunned. “Oh, come now, Rhonda, you’ve been looking. Haven’t you?” She took Rhonda’s hands and raised them to her breasts. “Here, feel. Does the fit feel right?”
Rhonda blushed, but didn’t take her hands from Lisa’s boobs. Lisa moved in closer and planted a soft kiss on Rhonda’s lips. The girl hesitated again, then kissed her back. Lisa glided one hand over Rhonda’s chest and the other over her ass. Rhonda moaned softly.
They were out of their clothes in a flash, fingering each other’s pussy while taking turns sucking nipples. Lisa led Rhonda to a well-cushioned bench seat against the back wall of the room. It was about half the width of a twin bed; plenty of room for two randy women to lie down, one on top of the other. Rhonda clearly was not a novice in licking pussy. She soon had Lisa squealing with delight.
They must have been making a bit of noise because the store owner soon cracked open the door and asked, “Everything all right in here?” She saw the women madly lapping up juice from each other’s snatch and added only, “Oh,” before quietly closing the door.
When Lisa came, Rhonda pulled her pussy tight to her face, licking and sucking the flow of orgasm into her mouth and down her throat.
Lisa bought both dresses.
X X X
Paul met Breanna Smith at the restaurant. He had arranged the lunch with hopes of luring her away from the firm where she made marketing magic but was looking up at its notorious glass ceiling. His plan for the week had been to sign a new contract with Holt, recruit Breanna with the promise of a vice presidency and, to cap it off, promote Hollie to a leadership job with a substantial pay raise, profit sharing and an increase in the firm’s 401(k) match.
He and Breanna shared a delightful lunch, swapping stories, telling a few lies, flirting shamelessly and, ultimately, discussing the job, negotiating possibilities for the future. He laid the details on the table: Vice president, double her present salary, 5 percent stake in the company, a staff of her choosing, a seat at every table at any time and place, free rein over her accounts, with veto power over any assignment she found untenable. Company car, with a driver if she wanted one. Generous expense account. She seemed pleased.
After lunch, Paul walked her to his firm’s offices. They were in the best neighborhood in the business district, with clean, tree-lined streets, quality shops and restaurants, populated by beautiful, stylish professionals.
Paul led her through the offices, where he received “hire her” nods from men and women alike. The only “meh” response was from Clarissa, the office manager. But he knew her to prefer girls with smaller tits and bigger asses.
He opened a door to a large, well-appointed office with a fantastic view of the bustling city center and a municipal park a few blocks away.
“Naturally, we’ll get whatever different or additional furniture you wish. Wall art too, of course,” he said, directing her into a 360-degree look at the room. “You have a little kitchenette and private bath over there. That door on the left leads to the office of your executive assistant. Your secretaries and associates are out this other door. My office is just down the hall, with its door always open for you.”
“So this would be mine. I think it’s bigger than my apartment.”
“With the money I’ll pay you, you can get a bigger apartment,” Paul said. “Here, sit on the desk.”
“On it? You mean at it, right?”
He led Breanna around behind the large, executive desk. He shoved aside the high-backed swivel chair and lifted her up and sat her on the work surface. Her modest dress rode up her slender thighs. He ran his hands up the outsides of her legs from her knees, then back down on the insides. She didn’t flinch. She looked him straight in the eyes.
“You’re offering me a lot of perks,” she said, smiling slyly. “How far are you willing to go.”
Paul answered by gliding his hands up her thighs as far as they would go. She shivered slightly when they reached the crotch of her panties. She raised her hips and pulled her skirt up to her waist. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down off her legs. She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. He reached around to unsnap her bra.
Breanna’s tits looked to be just a bit smaller than Lisa’s C-cuppers. Her waist and hips were a bit thicker, but he was pleased to see that she trimmed her pubic hair close, just the way his wife did and the look he liked so much.
Breanna looked him up and down. “And you?”
He tossed off his suit jacket and made quick work of his tie, shirt, pants, socks and shoes. She watched him strip, fingering her pussy and smiling with admiration when his cock popped free. She spread her legs and beckoned him to her. He dropped to his knees, crawled forward between her legs and kissed his way up her thighs to her glistening cunt.
She held Paul’s head tight to her crotch. She rocked back and forth to the beat of his tongue licking between her pussy lips, up to her clit.
“I hope this is a clue as to how you give your staff feedback,” Breanna said with a laugh.
He rose, kissed up her belly to her nipples, gave them each a suck and then stood between her thighs. He held the tip of his cock between her labia and gently eased it into her.
“Oral feedback is mandatory,” he said. “And frequent. And this other here is what is meant in this office when someone says, ‘Fuck you.’ It’s a positive, not a negative.”
She wrapped her legs around him, forcing his cock deep into her cunt. “It’s all spelled out in the employee handbook, I suppose,” she said with a grin.
“Between the lines, of course,” Paul said
He pumped hard and long into her. She held him firm with her legs and hands. He hunched his back to drop his head and suck her nipples. He ran his hands over her back, up to her shoulders, down to her ass. She moaned, shook with pleasure. His cock throbbed and let loose a torrent of cum into her pussy.
They helped each other dress, kissing and copping extra feels along the way. Breanna used the bathroom to straighten her hair, her clothes, splash cold water on her face. Paul walked her to the outer office door. They shook hands.
“I’ll be honest with you, Paul. Your offer is quite attractive. And I have a feeling that coffee breaks here are tons of fun. But I’m going to have to give it some more thought,” she said. She paused, smiled mischievously and added, “So I probably won’t give them my two-week notice until close of business today.”
X X X
Lisa hustled home in time to shower and change clothes before the scheduled delivery of the new sofa bed for the den. It was a hot day and she’d worked up a light sheen of sweat, so she donned a halter top and short shorts. She was sipping on a glass of lemonade when the truck backed beep, beep, beeping into the driveway.
Two burly men got out of the cab, walked around to the back and raised the gate. They checked a sheet on a clipboard and walked up to the front door. Lisa stood there waiting for them.
“You boys have a new sofa bed for my den?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said the shorter one. He was white, blond, Scandinavian-looking. Name was Lance, according to the patch on his shirt. The taller one, Percy, was black, stately, in the Idris Elba mold. Though likely not as cool. “You’re, uh,” said Lance, looking down at the clipboard, “Ms. Lessing?”
“That I am, Lance.” She opened the screen door. “Come on in. I’ll show you where I want you to put it.”
She led the men down a hallway to the book-lined den. There was bar, a desk, a stand with a flat-screen TV, a game table with four chairs, two easy chairs, a coffee table and a vacant space between two end tables.
The men nodded. “Piece of cake,” Lance said. “We’ll back in a jiff.”
She waited for them in the den. They were efficient furniture handlers and had the sofa bed in place in short order. They were sweaty in the afternoon heat, though, so Lisa said, “Great job, guys. You’re overheated, though. How about sitting here in the air conditioning for a bit and I’ll get you some cold lemonade?”
“Oh, no thanks, Ms. Lessing,” Lance said. “We have one more delivery today, so we should be going.”
“A beer, then?” Lisa offered.
“Well, now, a beer,” Percy said. “Lance, I do believe we have time to quaff a beer with this fine lady. Don’t you?”
Lisa moved to the bar before Lance could answer. She pulled three cold brews from the refrigerator, handed two to the men and twisted the cap off the third for herself. The men took big swigs.
“Hits the spot,” Lance said.
Lisa took a sip and set her bottle down on an end table. She picked up one end of the coffee table, leaned forward so that Lance and Percy got a good look as her tits swayed into the cups of her halter, and said, “Why don’t we make sure your boss can’t say you’re not still working. Help me move this table and show me how to make that into a bed.”
The men leaped into action. They carried the coffee table to the opposite side of the room. Lance took the cushions off the sofa and Percy lifted the handle to pull out the mattress and springs. Lisa plopped down in the middle of the queen-size mattress. She wiggled around as if trying to get comfortable, then pronounced it an acceptable piece of furniture.
Lance sat on the bed to her left, Percy to her right. They were both wearing loose-fitting khaki shorts and white polo shirts. Lisa noted that that must be the delivery man’s uniform for the day. She placed a hand on a thigh on each side of her and walked her fingers up under the legs of the shorts.
“Ms. Lessing, are you sure…” Percy began. Lisa cut him off by withdrawing her hand from his thigh and sliding it over his growing bulge.
Lance glided his fingers over the exposed tops of her breasts, then dipped them inside her halter. He circled her hard nipples. She reached behind her neck, untied the strap and pulled the top down over her left tit. Lance rose up on an elbow, bent over and sucked the nipple. Lisa uncovered her right breast, and Percy cupped it in his hand. She gripped his now-hard dick through his shorts.
Lance lifted the halter off her belly, where it had landed, and tossed it aside. He unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, grasped the waist band and pulled them and her panties down her legs. She raised her feet so he could yank them off her. He rammed a finger into her moist cunt.
“Whoa, slow down, big fella,” Lisa said. “I want you to fuck me, but there’s no need to hurry. Let’s get you boys out of your clothes too.”
The men rose up on their knees and ripped their shirts over their heads. Lisa loosened one pair of shorts and then the other, and the men wriggled out of them. The cliché about race and cock size didn’t hold with this pair. Lance’s was bigger than Percy’s.
Lisa grasped Lance’s cock and asked, “Is Lance your name or your dick’s name?”
He laughed. “I’m Lance. That’s Big Lance.” Lisa laughed and wrapped her lips around Big Lance’s head. She groped around with her hand on the other side of the bed and located Percy’s rod. She sucked Big Lance deeper into her mouth while slowly stroking Percy’s dick. The men caressed her tits, fingered her pussy and clit.
Lisa lay on her back and pulled Lance by his dick to her crotch and Percy by his dick to her mouth. They entered her at the same time, and she felt aglow with satisfaction. She knew she was pretty, sexy, but she craved the attention that proved to her that others did as well. Although she also knew that a couple of strapping men could hardly be expected to pass up a free fuck from any decent-looking stranger on a steamy afternoon.
She met Lance’s thrusts into her. She cradled Percy’s balls while sucking his shaft into the opening of her throat. Both men took deep, heavy breaths. Then they must have communicated somehow, because they pulled out together and switched positions. Lisa could hardly get half of Big Lance into her mouth, but she sucked what she could with vigor. They rocked back and forth, up and down, increasing the pace, slowing to delay release, then speeding up again.
At last, Lance pulled his dick out of her mouth and began stroking it frantically above her face. Percy abandoned her pussy and crawled up to sit on her tits, also stroking his rod and pointing it at her head. She lay her head back and smiled. She was in for the porn star flick finish, the climax certain to harden any limp dick still watching. She resigned herself to the inevitable.
She smiled up at the men. “Let me,” she said. She coaxed their hands off their cocks and wrapped her fingers around them. She began with Big Lance. She jerked him expertly, feeling the dick grow and harden even more under her ministrations. She kept the tip close and pointed squaring at her left cheek so that when he came he shot streams of cum over her nose, into her eye socket, then down over her lips. She licked up what jism she could reach with her tongue, then sucked his dick again to savor the last drops.
Lisa turned her attention to Percy. She could feel he was on the verge. He needed only a handful of strokes to fire strings of thick, white cum up over her right eye and down her cheek to her chin. She alternated sucking their dicks until she felt them soften in her hands. They finished the beers as they put the room and themselves back in order.
“Boy,” Lisa said at the front door as she gave them pecks on their cheeks and farewell pats to their asses, “when you two deliver, you really come through.” She gave them each a $50 tip and sent them away with huge smiles on their faces.
X X X
Paul arrived home while Lisa was in the shower a second time. She had gotten sweaty again and had some cum to wash out of her hair. He slid open the rear door to the enclosure and stepped in behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, cradled her tits, grazed his fingers down her belly, pressed his hardening rod against her back.
He turned her around. She braced her hands against the rear wall of the shower. He spread her ass cheeks, held the tip of his cock to her pussy and slowly slid inside her. She pushed back to take him as deep as he’d go.
“Did you miss me today?” he asked.
“Every minute, love. I couldn’t wait for you to get home and fuck me like this,” she said. “So fuck me hard. I’m as horny as an alley cat in heat.”
Paul pumped into her harder and harder as she instructed. She squealed with delight. He cried out, “God, I love fucking you, Lisa.” He emptied his balls in her pussy.
They had everything for dinner ready to put in the oven or on the stove when Maureen and Johnny walked in the rear door, without knocking, of course. The women kissed each other. Lisa kissed Johnny and Maureen bussed Paul.
Lisa wore just a transparent apron that showed off her tits, ass and pussy. Maureen wore a shift that barely covered her ass. The men wore T-shirt and shorts. They enjoyed a glass of wine as the salmon cooked. When she wasn’t scurrying around playing the dutiful hostess, Lisa sat next to Johnny on one side of the table. Paul and Maureen sat opposite them.
The foursome had learned to eat one-handed. The other hand was occupied either stroking a cock or fingering a pussy. They chatted easily as they ate and played with each other. They shared so many tastes and interests — besides each other’s bodies — that they spoke easily, agreed on almost everything and laughed frequently.
After dinner, the men cleared the table, rinsed the dishes, loaded the dishwasher and prepared coffee. When they brought the coffee and a bottle of Kahlua into the dining room, Maureen and Lisa greeted them in the nude.
Johnny and Lisa kissed. Maureen swung on top of Paul as he sat down and waved her tits in his face. He sucked her nipples and caressed her ass. Lisa dropped to the floor, spread Johnny’s legs and held his hard cock in her hands. She licked and kissed the tip, clasped the glans in her lips and slowly sucked his rod into her mouth. Maureen reached between her legs, held Paul’s cock straight up and lowered herself onto it.
Johnny rested his hands on the sides of Lisa’s head. She bobbed up and down, taking his shaft deep into her throat again and again. Maureen rose and fell on Paul’s lap, smashing her clit against him and feeling his dick slide hard and fast in and out of her cunt.
Lisa let Johnny’s dick pop out of her mouth. She stood, turned and bent over the table. Johnny nestled in behind her and eased his cock into her pussy. Paul stood up, carrying Maureen and keeping his dick buried in her cunt. He laid her back on the table next to Lisa and started pumping into her furiously.
The wives whimpered and moaned. The husbands grunted and groaned. Maureen smiled up at Johnny as he fucked Lisa and she was drilled by Paul. They had been a monogamous couple until they discovered the delights next door and had become devoted libertines. She mouthed, “I love you.” He responded in kind. And picked up the pace of his thrusts into their neighbor’s pussy.
The men engaged in a quiet competition. Which could last longer before coming in the other one’s wife’s cunt? They played a long game, and it ended damn near in a tie. But Johnny gave it up first, firing strings of cum into Lisa seconds before Paul shot ribbons of jism into Maureen. They rocked on as their balls emptied and their dicks finally began to soften. Lisa started to giggle, which got them all laughing heartily again.
As she climbed off the table, Lisa kissed Maureen’s nipples and her mouth. She stood up, smiled all around and said, “Well, who wants cream in their coffee?”
X X X
Lisa laughed when she turned off the bathroom light, turned and saw Paul lying on their bed. He was naked, uncovered, on his back, his cock hard as steel. She sauntered over to him, her tits and ass swaying seductively. He smiled up at her, admiring his wife for the gazillionth time. She crawled on top of him. His dick slid smoothly into her pussy as she lowered her pelvis to him.
They moved slowly, gently, tenderly. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Paul whispered.
Lisa giggled. “No. How much?”
He pulled her head down, kissed her softly on the mouth. “You’re my sun. You’re my north star. You give me warmth, energy, direction, purpose. I know it’s a cliché, but it’s also true — you complete me.”
She lowered her head to the pillow, hiding her tears from him. In his ear, she whispered, “We’re complete together, Paul. We’re an ‘us,’ not a him and her, a you and me. We wouldn’t be nothing without each other, but we’d be a lot less. I love you so much, Paul.” She giggled again. “So, if you would just fuck me now, we’d seal that bond once again.”
He picked up the pace, slamming his cock up into Lisa’s pussy. She rocked on top of him. They kissed. They laughed. They reveled in their love for each other. She quivered with orgasm. He tensed, moaned, groaned and fired streams of cum into her cunt.
They lay entwined as one. Lisa pressed her thighs tight around Paul, holding his semi-hard dick in her as long as possible.
“I never asked you about your day,” Lisa said.
“Oh, it was good. How about yours?”
“Fine,” she said, nibbling his cheek and kissing his nose. “Just an ordinary day.”
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