by Alina Sawyer
"Wait," she smiled a half smile and rested her chin on his stomach looking up at him, as her hands began to rub his arousal inside his pants. "I want to do this for you." She leaned back to undo his pants, and let her hands reach inside.
In a trance of amazement, Alex moved to help her take down his pants. She kept a hand on him at all times, moving up and down firm and slowly stroking him harder. He watched as she added her other hand to the first, moving them in opposite directions and up and down at the same time. The sensation was amazing, and he moved down in the chair to allow her better access.
Jess smiled at him, and slid her thumb across the head of him where a dot of precum had formed. She smoothed the fluid around the head of his penis then flicked her tongue across the tip.
Alex shut his eyes in response and arched back, "God Jess," he whispered with his hands digging into the arms of the chair and her mouth coming down to take in the length of him.
Her mouth was warm and wet. She began moving her lips up and down his shaft to match her hands. Each time a little more wet, each time a little further down. She used her tongue to trace the veins on the underside of his cock as she continued this motion.
Alex's knuckles turned white from gripping the chair trying not to make noise. Then his mind relaxed to the sensation, and his hands moved to touch her face and watch her give him pleasure with those beautiful full lips.
His hands encouraged her and she began to suck harder as she moved. She had moved her hands until she was able to take in almost the entire length of him into her mouth, the tip of him rubbing the back of her throat as she went down and up over and over again.
When his shaft was very wet, she replaced her mouth with her hands, moving them faster, and kissing the thumb he was using to rub her cheek. She smiled at him, "just relax," she whispered before taking him into her mouth again. This time she used her tongue to press at the little hole still leaking precum before taking the head into her mouth again and beginning her motions.
The feeling was amazing. Warm and full of surprise pleasures, Alex put his hands in her hair and followed the rhythm of her head.
With a little popping noise of her mouth leaving his cock, she looked up at him and placed one hand on his hand in her hair urging him to guide her head. She bent back down to take him in, and he began setting his own pace with his hands in her hair.
His hands held her hair tightly, pressing her face closer to his cock then pulling back. The sensation of guiding her made him almost lose control long before he wanted to do so. He set a pace faster than she was originally doing, and she took him in more, and sucked harder with each thrust. She liked having him in control of her and was loving being able to give him this pleasure.
Tension built and all Alex could think about was being inside of her. His hands slowed in her hair as he tried to gain some control. "Jess, "he ground out as she pulled away from his cock and began to lick at his balls. "Jess," he said more urgently, pulling her face back.
She stopped and stared at him for a moment. Her body was trembling with wanting him. She loved giving this to him, but the look on his face told her that what he wanted was what she was needed right then.
Slowly she stood up and took a step back from him. While he watched she reached under her skirt and slid down her panties, tucking them inside his shirt pocket after they were removed. He took them out and inhaled her scent as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to one of the large leather chairs and motioned for him to sit down.
Once he was sitting, she turned her back to him, and bent down exposing large round ass cheeks peeking from the material of the skirt. She began lifting up her skirt and moving back to sit in his lap at the same time. Alex slid down in the chair as she straddled his legs and using the arms of the chair lowered her body onto his waiting hardness.
She was so wet he slid in easy, but so aroused that she gripped him hard immediately inside of her and held in a moan as she began to ride him backwards in the chair. Her ass grinding down on him, she could feel the hair on his stomach tickle her cheeks.
He opened his legs, making her legs open further, and putting the weight of her on his thighs as she moved faster up and down on his cock. She leaned back, her arms flexing with keeping the rhythm and Alex moved a hand forward to rub against her clit as she rode him this way.
She almost cried out, pressing her lips tightly together to keep from making noises that he was inspiring in her. He was so large, that just taking him in would almost make her cum. Now his hand was rubbing against her throbbing nub, and she ground herself harder against him in response moving her body in little circles at the hips to enjoy the sensation of him even more.
Alex began using his legs, opening and closing them a little to increase or slow her rhythm until they were lost in trying to gain pleasure from the other. Alex felt his time coming and wrapped both hands around her hips trying to hold her into him even more.
With the tension building, he felt a need to take control of the situation, and he moved her to where she was standing again, as he followed close behind. Rough hands guided her down onto the desk, bending her over the polished wood top. The heels made her legs muscles arch as he slid the skirt up her ass and leaned down to bite her inner thigh.
His hand moved to slide fingers inside of her as he held her face down on the desk. He moved his fingers in and out of her fast and hard as he kissed her ass cheeks, and nipped at the flesh on the underside between cheek and thighs. When he could hear her building up to climax, he pulled her back and quickly thrust inside of her.
His cock slid in easy and his balls slapped her ass as he fucked her hard into the desk. Her hand was over her mouth holding in screams while his hands pulled at her hips giving him better access. Leaning in, he thrust into her hard a few last times, the items on his desk shaking as he came deep inside of her.
He held himself there for a moment, admiring her ass and getting himself under control. He pulled back and brought her down into his lap as he collapsed into the chair. She curled up into his arms and kissed him as their breathing slowed. He looked into her eyes and mouth "wow" at her and smiled.
A light knock on the door from Alice, "Is everything okay? I'm going to lunch. I heard noises."
Jess smiled at Alex and buried her face into his neck. He held her there, happier than he had been in a very long time. "Everything is fine Alice, why don't you take off early today. I think I might just do that too." He looked at Jess still in bra and rolled up skirt. "There are some things," he said just for her hearing, "that I need to take care of today."
The End.
The Benefits of Being Average
"Mmmm...you know, sometimes I wish your cock wasn't quite so long and thick!"
Talk about your backhanded compliments!
I looked up at my beautiful wife Liz, presently astride my hips, the cock in question buried lovingly in its favourite place. As our breathing slowly worked its way back to normal and our toes began to uncurl and relax, I rolled us over onto our sides and held her close.
"Sorry about that honey, it's not exactly something I have control over."
Liz chuckled, "I know baby, and trust me, I wouldn't want it any other way, it's just sometimes I miss.....you know."
I did know.
Now, don't the wrong idea here – yes, old Rex was bigger than most, but we're not talking mutant cock here; maybe a titch under 9 inches and thick with a head to match. I've never made a big deal of it like some guys; after all, it's not like I did anything to get it – just a lucky sperm I guess. I'm more proud of the fact that, at 47, I've lost 35 pounds, added a good chunk of muscle to my frame and can fit into the size 36 jeans I wore back in college. That took work and lots of it.
However, in the 18 years that Liz and I have been together, there's been one thing that I haven't been able to do for her in bed; something she really enjoyed before we met.
A nice, hard ass pounding.
We have done anal a few times, with
varying degrees of success, but because of my size it's never been what Liz really wants. I can tell by her body language and her reactions when we are doing it, that it's pretty uncomfortable. And we've tried everything; toys to loosen her up, massage to relax her, EVERY kind of lube on the planet. Hell, if someone saw our "Toy box" they would think that we were lube testers, there must be a dozen different bottles in there. As I said, we can do it; it's just that Liz really craves getting pounded nice and hard – the kind of fucking that leaves you vaguely sore the next day. Unfortunately, all we can manage is a slow, tentative coupling that leaves her more than vaguely sore and frustrated, so we haven't tried it for a long time, but I knew it was something that she missed.
I thought long and hard (pun intended) about our predicament and all of my ideas led me down the same path.
Enter Peter
Peter Jarvis was a guy that we both knew from our health club. There was a fairly large, (20-25 people or so) loose group that had been at the club for quite a while and knew each other well enough to socialize. There were married couples, dating couples, single men, single women, straight, gay, younger, older – you get the picture; very diverse and very informal. Once or twice a year someone in the group would invite everyone over for a party – sometimes a special anniversary; sometimes a holiday. It was all very casual and relaxed which is why we enjoy the group (and the club) so much.
Peter fell into the single, straight guy category in our group. He was late 30's, had never married and, according to him, had never come all that close. The married women in the group were forever trying to fix him up with their sisters or co-workers and the single women in the group usually made it pretty clear that they would be interested in more than a friendship with him. I always admired Pete because he really seemed to have a sense of self. I recall him telling me that while he completely believed in marriage, he just couldn't see himself walking down the aisle. He enjoyed his freedom too much and readily admitted that he was too selfish with his time to get tied down. Pete had dated several of the women in the group (and let some of the wives set him up) and it always amazed me that when the relationships ended he and his former partner remained good friends – there was never any animosity.
So, with my guts churning, I dialled Peter's cell number from work, asked him if he could meet me for a beer at a local pub and left my last call that day and headed for the pub wondering what the hell I was thinking.
The churning didn't get any better when I spotted him in the corner booth, a sleeve of Tennant's in hand and one on the other side of the table, waiting for me. I'm sure he was curious why I called; we were good friends and all, but I can't recall ever meeting with him away from the club save for group parties.
"Hey Liam, how's it going my friend?" Peter greeted me with a warm handshake. "I took the great liberty of having them pull a Tennant's for you – I hope you don't mind!" he said with an exaggerated smile.
"Man, you were taking a HUGE risk there, buddy! The last time I drank one of these, it must have been, oh god, like at least 16 hours ago! I'm sure I can manage," I said with a wink and a tip of my glass – "Cheers!"
"Thanks for meeting me, Pete – I didn't know what your schedule was like", I started.
"No problem, you caught me on a fairly light day," he replied, "I have to admit though, I was a bit surprised that you weren't calling me to set up a squash rematch."
I chuckled, "Well, we can certainly do that too, but I wanted to talk to you about something else."
"Of course, what's up – nothing wrong I hope?"
"No, not at all."
God, it felt as if I had just eaten a whole box of soda biscuits. My mouth was dry, my insides were shaking like crazy and I could barely look him in the face. I pushed on, "Eyes on the Prize" and all that.
I said to him, "I was wondering if you would like to spend an evening with Liz and I sometime soon?"
"Um, well sure Liam, I'd love to – Liz is a fantastic cook and I really enjoy your company."
I could tell he was kind of confused and why wouldn't he be. I could have asked him for dinner over the phone for Chrissakes!
"Ah, well, dinner would be part of it, but when I said spend the evening, I meant, "spend the evening." I could feel the colour draining from my face with every word I spoke.
Mercifully, Pete looked at me and forced me to be more clear. "Liam, you and I have known each other for a long time. I could take what you just said many ways but I don't want to make any assumptions so you are going to have to spell it out for me."
That was enough to clear my head and quit beating around the bush. I started, "You're right and I apologize. The thing is, I have zero complaints about mine and Liz's sex life, but there is one thing that she craves that I can't give her and I was hoping that you might be able to help us out."
"What's that?" Pete said, seemingly unfazed by my admission.
"Well, the truth is, whenever we do anal, it's really not all that comfortable for her and it was something she really enjoyed before we met, so I feel sometimes like I'm letting her down."
Pete smiled, "I have to admit, that while I don't make a habit of checking guys out, I've noticed you in the change room at the club and remembered thinking that you have probably left a few women sore in your day."
So far, this wasn't the disaster that I'd feared it might be. "I prefer to think that I left them satisfied, but yeah, I guess a few have had a bit of a hitch in their step the next morning. To be honest, I don't know what the big deal is, it's not like I had anything to do with it!"
"True," Pete replied," and I have to respect you for that. You are very modest in the change room, not like Tom Pickard – hell; he parades that thing around like a trophy! But, you didn't call me so we could talk about your junk did we? Tell me exactly what you had in mind for Liz."
Again, I gulped and summoned up all my courage. "Well, as I said, she's told me that before we met she really enjoyed anal sex – and liked it best when it was hard and a bit on the rough side."
Then it hit me. Here I was giving some of the most intimate details of my life to a guy that could easily just laugh at me or worse, broadcast it among my social circle. I immediately stopped and Peter must have seen the panicked look on my face.
"Liam, buddy, I want you to know that this conversation goes no further than the two of us – I hope you know that. I have never been one to gossip or kiss and tell and I'm not about to start."
I thought back to the many times I had heard guys in the locker room trying to get Pete to talk about a girl within our group that he was dating. He would always smile and politely, but clearly say that it was none of their business. He would maintain the same attitude even if the girl left the group and moved away – he seemed to be a consummate gentleman and it made my panic subside considerably.
"I know Pete, and I respect you for that. That's a good part of the reason that I thought of you when this idea kept popping into my head."
"Oh, what were there other reasons?"
"Well, first, you are single. I have no desire to bring another couple or a married man into this. Second, Liz really likes you and I'm sure if I can ever get her to agree to this, she would feel comfortable around you and third; like you, while I don't go around checking out others guys' junk, when I've seen you, I think that you would allow Liz to enjoy herself and not be uncomfortable."
Pete laughed, "Thanks...I think! But wait a minute, are you telling me that Liz doesn't know that we are talking?
I replied, "No, because you were the only guy that I would consider, I figured that if you weren't interested, it would be a non-starter and I wouldn't even broach the subject with her. If you are interested, then I would figure out a way to approach her and go from there."
I looked him the face and said, "Well, what do you think – you interested?"
Pete smiled and replied, "A guy wants me to have sex with his beautiful wife – anal sex no less – I'd be crazy if I wasn't interested. Having said
that, it's not quite that simple – mind if I ask you some questions and set some conditions before I commit?"
"Of course, I said, I would have misjudged you if you didn't."
"Well, first, how did you see this whole thing playing out? To be honest, I think that you should be there – I would feel weird being with Liz by myself."
"That's exactly my thinking as well and I think that she would feel better if I was there and she could see I was ok with it all."
"Cool, second, I think that we should go somewhere very anonymous – like at least a couple of hours away so no-one accidently catches us walking into a hotel together."
"Well, two for two – I was thinking somewhere in Collingwood – there are lots of hotels and resorts up there that are very private – how's that sound."
"Fine by me, but most importantly, I really need to get a comfort level that this tryst of ours will stay completely between the three of us. I work very hard at being a gentleman, with a good reputation and I don't want that to be ruined because of a drunken, boozy slip of the tongue at this year's Christmas party."
I looked at Pete incredulously, "Jesus man, get out of my head! I'm in the same boat – that's the last thing I would want to come out. Liz and I are very private about our lives and we don't like people knowing our business. Pete, you know that there are no guarantees in life, but I can tell you that keeping this between us three is just as important to Liz and me as it is to you."
"Ok, fair enough. Liam, this conversation would not have gotten even this far if I didn't believe what you just said. I've always admired how you and Liz completely respect each other and never air your dirty laundry among the group like some of the others do. So...let's say I say yes – what happens next?"
"Well", I replied, "My idea is to bring it up to Liz and see what she thinks. Knowing her she will either kill me or kiss me – there won't be an in-between – and then I can call you and let you know either way."