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Late Night Slippery Sex
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"Late Night Slippery Sex"
By Warlock
This story is true; not some demented delusion of a fevered mind.
I know, because I was there. It happened to me.
Gina and I had moved into a large apartment building in the
middle of spring. The apartment was nice, but the maintenance
staff was bad. We kept on noticing that things were
disappearing. Nothing really big, just records and books, some
household items. It began to be very annoying. We began to
suspect that someone in maintenance was ripping things off when
we weren't home.
One day in the middle of the summer, when we walked up to the
front door of the building, some people on the balcony an
apartment starting talking to us. This was a little difficult,
since they were three stories above us. We went up to their
place to chat.
David was imposing, a veritable mountain of a man. He was a
former Marine embassy guard, and was easily 6"4'. His wife
Sharon was a slim and beautiful blond.
The four of us became fast friends that day, and we very soon
became inseparable. After we had been together for a few months,
it appeared that our close association was going to end. David
and Sharon were not going to renew their lease. They too had
things stolen, and had decided that it was maintenance.
Now our lease had six months to go on it. But I had a brilliant
idea. Sharon had the cutest southern drawl that you ever heard,
and I didn't mind having her little ass sticking out of her
short-short cutoffs. She frequently wore ultra tight tank tops
that caused her nipples to stick out like pencil erasers. I
thought that if the four of us moved in together in a house, we
could split the rent. We'd save a bundle, and I'd get a great
show every day.
There were logistical problems, as always. But we did secure a
nice three bedroom split-level ranch with a furnished basement.
The rent was less than what the two couples were paying
separately, and the utilities weren't too bad. We decided to go
for it.
We had a problem, though, and it's name was David. David had a
severe automobile accident about a year before, and there were
significant head injuries. He and Sharon fought about many
things, mostly because David flew off the handle. Gina and I
counseled them about their problems, and put a band-aid on their
marriage. This was to cost us later on.
When we were moved into the house, Gina and I set up shop in the
basement, while David and Sharon took the master bedroom
upstairs. The other two bedrooms were used for storage and
retreats. Gina and I had a modicum of privacy, since there were
bathrooms both upstairs and downstairs.
The four of us would meet in the kitchen after work to rehash the
day's events. There Sharon and I would do the bills, while Gina
cooked. David invariably watched TV in the living room. Things
went along well for a time. Approximately one month later, all
hell broke loose.
Gina and I had been devout nudists since we had been together.
Neither Gina nor I were any great bodies, but we weren't ashamed
of what we had. As the house routine settled in, Gina and I wore
less and less clothing. One saturday morning, David was
surprised to see me sitting in the living room, watching TV in
the altogether. "You're buck nekkid!" he said.
"How observant. Did you think of that by yourself?" I replied
with a grin.
Well, he wasn't real happy. It was OK for Gina to prance around
in a tee shirt, or one of my button down shirts tied at the
waist. But a naked man in his living room, no way!
Things weren't good between Sharon and David either. Lately
their fights had taken a turn for the worse, as David lost job
after job. His self-esteem was evaporating like the haze over a
lake at sunrise. Sharon was having real trouble supporting their
half the expenses, and although Gina and I made over twice as
much money as she did, she wouldn't allow us to help.
I began to lust in earnest after Sharon. It was easy, after all,
to lust after someone who was young, sexy, and available. After
all, her husband didn't handle her properly, or so she told me in
one unguarded moment. I knew that their marriage was headed for
the rocks, and that if I played my cards right, I'd get what I
wanted. A menage a trois, with Sharon and my wife.
I comforted Sharon when she was down, and never asked for
anything in return. Gina was suspicious, but liberated. Years
before, Gina and I had made a promise to each other that though
mistakes of lust would be made, we would stay together. I felt
reassured that I could make a mistake of this type and still hope
to have a solvent marriage.
I wasn't surprised when Sharon began to want more of me than just
a shoulder to cry on. After all, that's what I had secretly
wanted from the day I had first laid eyes on her. I played the
gentle suitor, and when she wanted to be held, I held her. Gina
supported her in this, and thought that it was good therapy for
Sharon, who appeared to be increasingly battered emotionally by
David's outbursts.
There was one night in particular that I remember. Sharon and I
had stayed up to watch the late movie. After midnight, I went to
the bathroom, and noticed David's incredibly loud snores. When I
went back into the living room, the lights were turned off, and
Sharon was a silhouette in front of the TV. She turned as I
entered the room. She had stripped down to a loose shirt, and
all the buttons were undone. Her hairy snatch was plainly
visible. She smiled at me, and I slid out of my clothes.
We embraced, and my dick slowly grew hard. She handled it
gently, and gave it a few quick strokes to get it rock hard.
Then she slid out of the shirt, and straddled my hips. She eased
her hot snatch down over my straining member, and sighed as it
slid into her well-lubed hole all the way to the hilt. She
slowly raised her hips up and down, luxuriating in the sheer
pleasure of sex. I reached up and squeezed her tits, catching
her nipples between thumb and forefinger. I pinched her nipples,
and then gave them a playful tug. She flinched, and arched her
back to accommodate me as I pulled up on her teats. I twisted
her nipples, and a growl of lust escaped her lips.
I released her nips and drew her face down to mine. I smothered
her lips with my kisses, as she was fulfilling a goal of mine.
She began to grind her hips in appreciation, as the kiss became
deeper and deeper. Our tongues writhed around each other like
slippery snakes, each trying to thrill the other. I slid my
hands down her back to her ass. My hands cupped her ass cheeks,
and I grasped her butt forcefully to control the tempo of out
fucking. She was panting with the exertion now, as we put our
little act into high gear.
I remember noticing that the floorboards were squeaking
rhythmically, but the entire focus of my mind was centered six
inches below my navel. I pounded away at her pussy from
underneath her, and she cried big, hot tears, dropping onto my
face. "I love you." she whispered repeatedly. "You're so good
to me."
I changed gears and began to long-stroke her. I lifted her ass
up until my dick was almost out of her, and then with a flourish,
pulled her back down until I was fully inside her again. I
repeated this for a few minutes, and enjoyed every gasp as I
slammed her pussy down on my dick.
She was sobbing, and whispered "I want you to fuck me forever.
Just keep on fucking me."
I took all this in stride, as I decided to finish us both off
shortly. "Do you feel me inside of you Sharon?" I asked. "Do
you feel me fucking your cunt?"
"Yes, yes. I feel you." she gasped.
"I want to feel you cum Sharon. I want to feel you shake with
orgasm. I'm going to shoot my load in your snatch, and I want to
feel you cum with me."
"Yes, yes . . . I'm cumming. Oh my God, I'm cumminnnnnnng!"
I felt her quim twitch, and she began to shake minutely. Her
pussy began to spasm as she humped my prick with increasing
thrusts. As she climaxed, and began to slow down I shot my load
into her slavering cunt.
We laid there, the drone of the TV set pierced by our panting for
air. It was then that I wondered if either of our spouses had
heard our heated humping. I disengaged from Sharon, who sighed
as I pulled my schlong out of her snatch. Naked, I walked like a
cat through the house, listening for differences in the cadence
of David's snores. There were none. And Gina slept the sleep of
the dead, unless disturbed. She too had slept through Sharon's
and my tryst.
I went back into the living room, and gave Sharon a soft kiss.
She looked at me expectantly, and spread her legs fractionally.
She wanted more, but I demurred. I didn't want to wear all the
newness off in the first night.
The next night, we both stole conspiratorial glances at each
other as dinner wound to a close. Our spouses got sleepy, and
went to bed. First David, and then Gina. It wasn't even 9:30
and we were alone. We sat and watched the tube in silence. I'm
sure that both of us were anxious to get started, but both feared
an interruption of the worst kind.
As 10:30 rolled around, Sharon and I had retired to the sofa
together, and we were necking hungrily. The temperature in the
room seemed to rise above 100 degrees. I decided that we had
waited for our spouses long enough, and I began by rubbing her
breasts through the thin material of her tee-shirt. She smiled
and breathed deeply in, causing her breasts to swell under my
hands. I grabbed the edge of the shirt and lifted it until the
lower slopes of her breasts were visible. Then I ducked my head
down and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I tongued the bud
of her nipple and it erected instantly. I swirled my tongue
around it, and then nibbled it gently. She moaned as I sunk my
teeth in deeper, and she held my head to her chest tight. "Bite
it hard." she said, and I obliged her.
We disengaged briefly, and she drew her tee-shirt over her head,
exposing both of her ripe tits. The left one's nipple was red
and swollen. She cupped it and said "This ones all swole up, the
other one needs some attention too."
I reached for her wrists, and pinioning them easily in one hand,
hauled her arms up over her head and down behind her neck. She
bent backwards slightly, and I put my lips to her right nipple.
I sucked it gently, and licked it until it was hard and erect.
Then I bit down hard. Maybe too hard, as I tasted blood this
time. I drew back and looked at her face to judge the effect.
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and a single tear ran down
her cheek. I was about to apologize when she opened her eyes.
The fire of lust that burned there was unmistakable.
She struggled against my hand holding her wrists together, and
then relaxed. "It looks as if I'm completely in your power. Do
what you will with me." I decided to take her at her word, and I
drew my belt off one-handed. I wrapped the belt around her
wrists, and attached it to the ornate knob atop the sofa. She
was laying on her back, with her arms pulled tightly over her
head. I undid her pants and pulled them off with a jerk. Her
underwear went quickly too.
I spread her legs and poked around her cunt with my fingertips,
moving her pubic hair out of the way. The lights were all still
on. The visibility wasn't so great, and I repositioned her ass
so I could get a better look at her snatch. She grinned lewdly,
and tilted her hips forward. I spread her legs apart, hooking
one over the back of the couch, and the other I laid on the
floor. Her pussy was opened up in all of it's glory. Her
cuntlips were spread like the petals of a flower greeting the
warmth of the morning sun. I blew gently on her snatch, and then
leaned over for a taste of her. Her cunt flowed with her juices,
and I lapped at her fountain eagerly.
She raised her cunt up so that her clit would rub against my
nose, but I wouldn't let her get any satisfaction that way. I
grasped her cuntlips between thumb and forefinger and pulled them
apart forcefully. Her grunt of pain seemed loud, but I paid it
no mind. I held her lips apart at their utmost, and buried my
face in her quim. She shivered with some excitement as I nudged
her love button and stuck my tongue into the depths of her pussy.
I decided to make the best of the moment, and went to the
kitchen. I bought back a spool of twine that we used to tie up
newspapers every saturday. I tied one end of it to her right
ankle, and passed the spool under the couch where I tied it to
her other ankle. Now she was tied spread-eagled, and was at my
mercy. She smiled as I moved closer to her, a smile of
suppressed glee. I pulled down the zipper to my pants and knelt
on the edge of the sofa. My hips were level with her face as I
withdrew my erect hose from my pants. I stroked it a few times,
and then locked gazes with her. "Suck it." I ordered.
She had never gone down on David, or anyone, for that matter. It
had always seemed dirty to her, or so she had said. But she
gobbled my pecker eagerly that night. And what she lacked in
expertise she made up for in enthusiasm. She put her lips around
it, and I pushed forward until the tip hit the back of her
throat. She gagged, and for a moment it looked like she was
going to blow chunks. But she seemed to get control of her
reflexes, and began to move her tongue gently around the head of
my dick. She flicked her tongue at the underside of the helmet,
and then leaned forward, taking more of it into her mouth.
I told her that I was going to fuck her mouth, and then her cunt.
She made a tight O of her mouth, and I pumped it in and out until
I began to feel that familiar stirring in my balls. I withdrew
and began to rub my dick over her face. A little string of
whitish cum leaked out on her cheek, and I exulted in the total
wanton that this woman had become.
I disrobed completely, and knelt between her legs. Still tied,
she tried to impale herself on my weapon, but she was unable to
make the connection. I laid on her, and probed her cuntal folds
with my hand, preparing the way for my prick. She began to hump
my hand, and her breathing became hoarse. I slid into her
incredibly slick twat in a single stroke, and began to slowly
fuck her. She begged for me to fuck her harder. "Please hurt
me, I deserve to be hurt." she said.
I was into my own pleasure tonight, and I fucked at the pace that
I wanted. I worked directly for my orgasm, and it wasn't long
before I felt pressure building up. I looked down at her and saw
a woman trapped, and ready to come. I grabbed her bruised
nipples and began to alternately pull and twist them
unmercifully. Her groans and gasps of pain were belied by the
increasing tempo of our lovemaking. I began to come, spurting
long, hot gobbets of cum into her snatch. She, too, began to
come right on the heels of my orgasm, so as my thrusts began to
diminish into twitches, she was murmuring louder and louder.
"Mmmmm . . . Mmmmm . . . M. . . . m m unh . . . unh . . . Unnh .
. . AHH AHHHHHHHmMM."
Finally I laid limply on top of her. The sweat ran down my back
in salty rivulets. She was whimpering slightly, as her hips
rocked minutely back and forth. I untied her legs and removed
the belt from her arms. There were red weals at her wrists and
ankles, and we both wondered if David would recognize them for
what they were.
Our late night sex life went on for three more nights in a row,
but never again reached the erotic peaks of the first two nights.
We drew apart and restructured our relationship into a safer
mode. Neither of us could believe that we hadn't gotten caught.
Our secret was safe.
But we now had a deeper emotional base between us. We had begun
to love one another. Though the flame of our ardor had cooled,
the feelings we had tempered on the forge of our lovemaking sex
were undeniable.
I began to hint to Gina that Sharon was ready for a three-way.
Gina, suspicious as ever, made her investigations. After a time,
she agreed that Sharon was indeed ready.
We laid our plans that night, Gina and I. We decided that we
would take her into our bed the next time that she and David had
an argument. We didn't have long to wait.
Less than a week passed before David was raving again. He and
Sharon got into it at the dinner table, and he stormed off to
their bedroom shortly thereafter. Gina and I had retreated to
the basement as soon as the conflagration had begun. Gina opened
a bottle of champagne, and we both stripped. Gina had just
shaved her snatch that day. She had shaped the hair on her mons
into a heart, and completely depilated around her cuntlips. She
was especially lovely. Her cuntal folds hung down fully an inch
outside her twat. She laid back on the couch, spreading her legs
fully, and experimentally spread her snatch open with her
fingertips of one hand. "Is this what you want?" she asked
sweetly.
I growled and waved my erect penis around her face. "Keep them
spread like that and suck my dick."
Her reply was muffled as she chowed down on my beef log. She
really knew what I liked. First she deep-throated it and licked
it while it was inside her mouth. Then she drew back and twirled
her tongue around the head. I was in heaven!
But now the sounds of battle from upstairs had taken on a
dangerous note, and my concentration wavered. I withdrew from
Gina's expert ministrations and pulled on a pair of pants. The
material was tented outward in the crotch, but I wanted to see
what was happening upstairs.
When I arrived, the shouting match was over, and Sharon passed me
going down as I was going up. I could imagine the reaction that
Sharon would have to a totally horny Gina. Ah, well, there were
worse things in life.
I spoke with David, as he nursed a cup of coffee in the kitchen.
They hardly spoke now, except to yell at each other. Part of me
knew that my attentions to Sharon had been but the icing on an
already-baked cake. I felt a pang of guilt, but put it aside. I
knew that Gina and I had really tried to help them, but neither
of them was willing to make the necessary changes to themselves.
After a short time, I excused myself to go downstairs and see
what the girls were doing. I told David to sit tight and that
I'd get back to him.
As I entered the sitting room, I heard soft music coming from the
bedroom. A red light was on over the bed, and two familiar forms
writhed atop our waterbed. Sharon's slim tanned body contrasted
with my wife's more voluptuous pale one. But it was fairly
obvious that they were having fun. They were cuddling and
licking each other's breasts with some abandon. "You guys didn't
wait for me!" I said with some trepidation.
My wife rolled over and patted the bed next to her. "Just
keeping your place warm honey. Dive on in."
"I can't. I promised David that I'd report on the situation down
here. If I don't get back to him, I'm sure he'll be down here to
investigate."
Sharon looked up at him with lust written clearly on her face.
"You don't know what you're missing. This might be a one-time
offer."
Now I had read about guys that were into three-ways losing their
wives to the women that they had brought into their beds, but I
doubted that Gina could fall into that category. I decided to
take my chances. I went back upstairs, promising to be back
quickly.
I told David that the girls were commiserating about the general
poor quality of men, and that he wasn't missing anything. I knew
that at any moment, David could decide to go down there to give
them a piece of his mind, and instead would see our wives
exchanging pieces of their own. I talked with him, hoping to
bore him into going to bed. I was successful, but it took a half
an hour.
I padded back downstairs to get that piece of ass that I had
wanted, but both women had fallen asleep. As I started to get
into bed with the two of them, Sharon excused herself, and with a
little kiss on the lips, went upstairs. Shit!
The very next evening, the stage was set. When the atmosphere in
the house became intolerable, we had a blowup. David and Sharon
were howling at each other, and David was angry at the world.
When they began to yell about "Give me this!" and "That's mine!"
Gina and I interceded. We threw David out of the house. We told
him to leave. That's when he threatened to kill me.
He grabbed me by my shoulders and backed me up against the wall.
His steely blue eyes burned with hatred and betrayal. I could
smell the alcohol on his breath as his fingers tightened around
my throat. Then Sharon grabbed one of his arms, and Gina grabbed
the other.
"Let me go." I said. "Let me go, or you're dead."
Gina picked up a seven-inch screwdriver from the floor and shoved
it in his ribs. Sharon clawed at his arm, crying that it wasn't
his (my) fault. Gina said that she had called the police.
David's determination wavered. Then he let go. Gina walked away
a little wobbly, and went into the kitchen.
Sharon followed her, and then called out to me. I walked into
the kitchen and saw my wife slowly slide down the side of the
cupboard, her face ashen. She was passing out. I told Sharon to
call 911 for an ambulance. Gina was having some kind of heart
attack.
David stood outside the kitchen, mumbling to himself. "I'm
sorry. I didn't mean it. I wouldn't hurt her. I'm sorry." It
was like a broken record, running over and over again. Something
was wrong with David.
The ambulance arrived quickly, and after a quick examination,
they determined that she needed a hospital visit. Gina would
have none of that, though. She opted to stay home, and although
she looked better, it would be many years before the damage done
that night would be repaired.
The police agreed with Gina, Sharon and myself. David should
leave. Over his vociferous protests, David was escorted out of
the house. He left in a cloud of dust and miasma of burnt
rubber.
David attempted to come back the next day, but we had already
changed the locks. Sharon got a lawyer, and filed for divorce in
a matter of days. David was allowed to come by and pick up his
things. The meeting was rough; we had such good times together,
and now it was over.
Sharon's divorce was final by New Years Day. But we never did
make love again.
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