River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations

by Anthology

  Quickly tucking his still semi-hard cock away, he grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned me up. Looking at me with a grin he dropped the small cloth on the ground and all I could do was giggle at the thought of the groundskeeper finding it. He took my hand and in a warm embrace asked me if my first wish was everything I had hoped for. I nodded and simply said “more.”

  As we walked away I took one look back to that spot, now even more magical than before and tucked that memory away for safe keeping.

  Johnny hit the button to trigger the top back up on the car and off we went, hitting the closest interstate.

  “I’m curious Amelia,” Oh gosh here it comes, I knew I would have to explain myself sooner or later. “Why your old high school?” His tone was neither accusatory nor aggressive. I can do this. I can tell him why. After a long pause I went for it.

  “That is the spot where I lost my virginity to my first real boyfriend. You are the love of my life Johnnie; I wanted you to make love to me there as well.” He didn’t say a word, but sat up a little taller in his seat. Noticeably more relaxed and definitely pleased with our afternoon escapade.

  “Tell me about him,” he asked.

  The drive back was filled with funny stories and memories of our first loves. I told him about Jeff and how we met when I helped him with chemistry homework. He was a star athlete but struggled in school. Things didn’t end well for us. He was the reason I switched from the small community college in a nearby town to the large University several hours away. I still had warm feelings about him and plenty of good memories to help cover the hurt, but it was definitely still there after all these years. Hmm…Jeff…whatever happened to him?

  CHAPTER THREE

  “So, you want to have sex with another man?” he says to me with a wicked grin. I can tell he’s only repeating it in an effort to let my second wish sink in. A month had passed since that amazing day at my old high school. It was exhilarating to say the least, but I was eager to up the ante and push myself a bit further out of my comfort zone. We’ve talked about exploring with other partners so this is no huge surprise, but I’m sure it’s a thought that will take some time for him to absorb. Three wishes. No restrictions. I replay his words in my mind and smile back in his direction. He can’t refuse my smile. Ever. It’s my secret weapon.

  “Hmmmm. Okay. Do you want it to be someone you know or someone random?”

  I think about my response carefully not wanting to be anything less than truthful. “Maybe on our business trip to Texas next week, we will meet someone at the bar or something?” I suggest. “Could be fun,” I shrug trying not to act like I want it that bad.

  I hope he takes the bait because my plan is already in motion. It’s just way too perfect that Thomas recently moved to San Antonio, and we are headed there. After Johnnie granted my first wish back at my old school, I couldn’t help but think back to my first love and wonder. I had followed him for years on Facebook, just out of curiosity, and recently I noticed he had moved. Late one night I pulled him up and got the nerve up to send him a message. To my surprise he answered back immediately and despite some past tension, the conversation seemed to flow quite easily. I was surprised by it all which got me thinking about what my second wish could be.

  I could always count on us stopping in this one particular bar along the River Walk, whenever we had time on trips to The Alamo City. I sent him a private message letting him know the location and date and he confirmed that he would be there. I could feel the adrenaline pulse through me, knowing what I was doing was not quite right, but proceeding regardless. This was my free hall pass. A chance to go back in time. Who wouldn’t want to do that! Johnnie said it himself. No restrictions. This is not cheating.

  The trip was upon us before I knew it. Days filled with long meetings and nights. The River Walk has some of the best restaurants and we were determined to get our fill before it was time to leave. Friday afternoon rolled around and I was completely on edge.

  Back at the hotel I opted to take another shower to freshen up while Johnnie straightened up the room. I took a little extra care fixing my long brown waves and sat down on the bed. I found myself staring out the window just letting the sun warm my bare flesh while Johnnie caught the news in the other room. As the water evaporated, goosebumps rode a wave up my body, thinking about all the possibilities tonight could hold. How would Johnnie deal with this? Would Thomas and I knowing each other be obvious? I had filled him in on my plan. He knew Johnnie would have no idea we were ex-lovers years ago. Thomas Jeffrey. Otherwise known as Jeff. The star athlete. My first love.

  I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard so I opted for a simple, pretty, white thong and bra combination. It was one of my favorite sets comfortable enough for daily wear and pretty enough at night when the clothes come off. I settled on a body hugging, low-rise pair of black skinny jeans and my favorite off the shoulder vintage Led Zeppelin t-shirt. If I was going to go back in time why not take it all the way. Keeping my makeup light, I simply applied some mascara and lip gloss and pinched my cheeks. Before long they would be flushed anyhow so no need for blush. We headed out hand in hand into the cool night air.

  At the bar, we found a corner by an open pool table and ordered drinks. I was surely going to need a few more of those in order to actually go through with this. Johnnie made the opening break on the table bending over and licking his bottom lip like he always did when he was concentrating. I couldn’t help but stare. That man makes me hum in the most delicious way. Once he was done and no balls had been pocketed, he signaled to me that the table was open, laughing as he realized I was not paying attention to the pool game at all. I stood up to make my move, bending over the table seductively showing him my cleavage as my loose shirt billowed down in front of me. All is fair in the game of pool and I was going to use every asset to my advantage. Just as I lined up my shot, I caught sight of him walking in the door sauntering over to the bar area. My cue, already in motion, sprung forward and struck the ball popping it awkwardly off the table with a loud rattle. Oh shit! The entire bar turned and looked my direction. Including Thomas. The ball had rolled right to his feet. He reached down to grab it and offered it up to me with an all too familiar smile. I eyed Thomas with that ‘tone it down’ stare hoping Johnnie wouldn’t notice.

  “Hey thanks man, much appreciated,” he laughed.

  He invited Thomas to join in our pool game. Well that didn’t go exactly how we had planned, but hey, I’ll take it! Easy conversation fueled by a very attentive waitress had the night passing by quickly. With every drink my confidence soared. I carefully manipulated my body around the pool table in an effort to obtain the most dramatic effect. By the looks on their faces and the bulges in their pants, I had them eating out of the palm of my hand. Johnnie winked at me and I knew it was time for him to make his move. Little did he know Thomas was already a done deal. Prearranged!

  “Hey man, want to have some fun tonight?” Johnnie spoke in a low tone to Thomas as if he didn’t want me part of the conversation. “My wife has a fantasy she wants to fulfill.” There was no innuendo. He cut right to the chase. All Thomas did was nod, and we were out the door, Johnnie handing the waitress a couple hundred dollar bills. The three of us hopped in a cab and headed towards the hotel. As we walked in, Johnnie told me to just head on up to the room; he and Thomas were going to have one last drink at the hotel bar. Thank goodness it wasn’t the three of us going up at the same time. That would surely make some heads turn! They weren’t gone too long before they came walking in, drinks still in hand. Not one to be alone with my thoughts for too long, I was thankful for their presence. Thomas excused himself to the restroom and Johnnie used that opportunity to confirm with me that I was still on board with this. I quickly confirmed and Thomas returned from the restroom, buttons left undone at the top of his shirt leaving a small tuft of chest hair peeking out. They both proceeded to move in sync with each other. Pleasantries were over. Let the fun begin.
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  Johnnie sat down crossing one leg over the other and leaned back in his chair. “Amelia darling, why don’t you make our guest feel welcome.” Oh he was going to enjoy this wasn’t he? I turned around and faced Thomas who was now sitting in the middle of the couch looking very relaxed. His eyes were hazed over with lust and reflection. Walking slowly towards him, I stopped between his feet and leaned my body forward, arching my back not wanting to leave my husband without a view, and grazed my lips ever so gently with his. My hands resting on the back of the couch on either side of his head, the front of my shirt completely open to his wandering eyes. He sat stock still his hands never leaving his side. I pressed further, moving my lips in open invitation for his tongue to sweep in, and he joined me. Running his warm tongue along my bottom lip, he gently nibbled and a quiet hum escaped my mouth uncontrollably. This would surely be my one and only opportunity of the night to have any semblance of control and fuck if I didn’t want to make it last. We lingered, tasting each other, both of us undoubtedly recalling the past in our minds.

  Thomas stood up, grabbing the bottom of my shirt on his way, and swooped it over my head in one smooth motion. He made quick work of my jeans while leaving hot trails across my abdomen with his mouth. It tickled and I wiggled slipping the jeans over my feet along with my shoes. I stood still in front of him not daring to turn around and look at my husband. He would put a stop to this if he truly wanted to. I trusted him implicitly. I was in a daze. My body knew this man in front of me. It remembered him. A feeling that never entirely went away. Two hands skimmed from my ankles to my waist. I snapped out of my haze to see a naked and very erect Thomas sitting before me. His legs spread wide. His engorged cock glistening with pre-cum resting on his abdomen. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Just how I remembered it, long and thick. I dropped to my knees. I had to taste him…one last time.

  “That’s it baby, suck his cock. I know you want to you dirty little slut. Show him how good you are.” The love of my life knew me so well. His words lit a fire in me that left my pussy hot and wet. If only he knew how true his words were. I was much better at this now than the last time I tasted Thomas.

  I traced my tongue slowly from base to tip following that beautiful ridge. Moving my right hand up to hold him steady, “Hands behind your back slut.”

  Oh shit. Quickly I laced my hands together and leaned forward forcing his erection in my mouth. He glided all the way in as I surrounded his shaft with my greedy mouth, relaxing my throat until my nose tickled with the curls on his abdomen. Thomas groaned while his head flew back to the cushion behind him. By the look on his face he was struggling to maintain control and not cum in my mouth within the first few minutes. I wanted him to lose control. I craved it. That sense of power over his pleasure made my body hum. I continued to suck his engorged cock and bob my head up and down increasing the tension in my lips as I came up only to loosen my jaw on the way back down. His hands still by his side, he sat there watching me work him over, periodically closing his eyes to keep himself from the brink. As focused as I was on my task at hand, making sure Thomas enjoyed it, I didn’t want to displease Johnnie either. I hoped he was enjoying his view angled behind me. I spread my legs and perked my ass in the air still bobbing up and down never breaking pace. I felt him grow and popped my mouth off just in time to stave off his impending orgasm. I wanted him inside me.

  I stood up, turned around to face my husband and awaited further instructions. I wasn’t sure what his plan was, but I was up for anything at this point, as long as it brought relief to my aching pussy eventually. Slowly my gaze reached his, as he stared right through me, taking in my full form. Dressed only in my dainty bra and panties, my nipples poked through begging for attention. The look on his face said more than any words that could have come from his mouth. “Strip, slut. Don’t take your eyes off me.” Fuck me. He knew my instinct would be to sink within myself in this situation. As soon as he said it, I cringed at the thought of being completely bare before both him and Thomas. I’m not sure why. It’s not like I was wearing much anyways. I moved to remove my bra while staring straight at him. I couldn’t escape into myself. He kept me here. In the moment. Once my bra was off and tossed to the floor, I slowly removed my thong. My ass bent over right in front of Thomas’ face. I returned to full posture arching my back ever so slightly to show the full form of my tits. Johnnie was pleased with this subtle show of confidence as he finally broke a smile.

  “Sit on his cock. Do not take your eyes off me.”

  His instructions rang loud in my ears. I was going to ride Thomas while looking at my husband. Holy shit. He sure as fuck knew how to ‘up-the-ante’. If I was honest with myself, I would admit this was a huge turn on for me as well. I glanced over my shoulder at Thomas. He was sitting there, holding his cock straight up. By the looks of it, he was more than ready.

  “Are you wet? Stick those pretty little fingers in that hot pussy of yours and show me.” Moving quickly, ready to get the show on the road, I snaked my hand down and inserted two fingers. I was dripping wet. Reaching in deep to my core, I pumped a few times, my eyes rolling back into my head. Just a few more and I could make myself cum.

  “Oh no, baby girl. Stop right there. Taste yourself.” I pulled my fingers out, my pussy aching at the absence, and inserted each digit slowly into my mouth savoring the salty juices. A moan quietly escaped, and I heard Johnnie groan. His eyes were dark and his pants were bulging. His beast of a cock wanting to be the one in Thomas’ seat right now. His look turns to that of a question, are you ready? I give a small nod. I am more than ready.

  I position my legs on either side of Thomas, never turning around to look his way. I can’t let Johnnie see a single ounce of emotion that is suddenly coursing through my veins. I lower myself until I feel the tip of his cock positioned at my greedy entrance. I take a deep breath and go for it, sinking down on him in one fluid motion. We both groan as I begin rocking while moving up and down. Positioning his cock at that sweet spot inside on each and every downward thrust. My eyes are trained on Johnnie. His gaze displays lust, pride, love and a thousand other emotions. Despite the fact that I am receiving pleasure from fucking my ex-lover, my connection remains with my husband. I pick up speed, my thighs burning. Thomas grabs my hips in his tight grip and pulls me down harder effectively bouncing me up and down on his slick shaft. “Oh fuck!!!” The orgasm rips through me.

  “Open your eyes Amelia, look at me,” his warm voice carries across the space. “I want to watch you cum all over his cock.” I train my eyes on my husband as pleasure tears through my body at breakneck speed. Fighting the all-consuming urge to close them and throw my head back. Thomas picks up speed and I can feel the swell that I crave. I reach my fingers down and trace circles around my pulsing clit. He slams into me burying his cock to the hilt. I hurtle once again into oblivion. Void of thought. No room for anything other than to feel.

  He slips out of me, limp from exhaustion. I attempt to stand, lightheaded and shaky, still reeling from that last orgasm. I pad over and stand directly in front of Johnnie as Thomas heads to the bathroom to clean up. “Stay right there,” he says quietly as he walks towards the bedroom. Coming back with a hotel bathrobe he slips it lovingly over my shoulders. He touches my skin with purpose. Our connection as strong as ever, as tingling heat develops with every contact. I’m a mess of emotion knowing this will likely be the last time I ever see Jeff. I know I am right where I am supposed to be in my life. There will always be a fondness, a history. But Johnnie is the love of my life. He is my everything. I turn around and Jeff is dressed. He shakes Johnnie’s hand. “Thanks for fulfilling my wife’s fantasy man.”

  I almost giggle. I’m not sure what I expected him to say, but it strikes me as funny. Like he was going to say, “Hey man, thanks for fucking my wife.” He leans in to kiss me on each cheek as we say our goodbyes. The awkwardness of this is not lost on me. What am I supposed to say? I decide to leave it simple.

  “Goodbye,
Jeff.”

  Johnnie, holding me from behind, goes rigid. I feel it immediately. The air has changed. I fucked up. Jeff quickly slips out the door.

  Johnnie knows.

  Holding me tight to him, my back to his front, my arms essentially pinned by his grasp; I can feel his body temperature rise. “Jeff?”

  I don’t want to turn around and face him.

  “His name was Thomas, Amelia. Thomas. Why did you just call him Jeff?”

  He lets go of me and walks away. His back to me as he moves in long strides across the room and pours himself a drink. I watch him raise it to his mouth and down it in one swift move.

  “That man was no stranger to you was he? WAS HE??”

  His voice. Controlled. Raised. Angry. Accusatory. Everything I deserved and more. Guilt raced through my body. What have I done? I try to think quickly. Do I lie and say I don’t know why I called him Jeff? Do I come clean about everything? All I know is I love Johnnie with all of my heart.

  I know what I need to do.

  I tell him everything. I can’t even look at him I am so mad at myself. I was selfish wanting to have one last fling. I know he said no restrictions, but that didn’t give me the right to deceive him. Deceive is exactly what I did. I explain to him that after we had gone back to my old high school, I reconnected with Jeff and found out he had moved to San Antonio. After chatting with him I thought, on a whim, that it would be fun to fuck him again. That’s when I hatched the plan to have him waiting at the bar.

  Johnnie looked at me with a blank stare while I tried to explain. Then walked out. The sound of the door slamming shut rang in my ears. The look of disappointment on his face replayed over and over in my mind. I don’t know why I was so stunned. Of course he was pissed. He had every right to be. I made my way to the bedroom, curled up and cried. Ugly, regretful tears. I could only hope I would wake up in his arms. Morning light came through the window when I stirred the next morning. The bed next to me was cold. Throwing my robe on, I made my way to the living area of our suite. Johnnie was passed out on the couch. He reeked of alcohol and cigar smoke. I didn’t care. I was just relieved he was here.