The Secretary Group

The Secretary Group
By: Head of the Corporation

Work hard, get ahead. Work hard, get ahead. This phrase was drilled into Jessica Holbrook's head by her mother for Jessica's entire childhood. Jessica's mom wanted to move ahead in her company but never could given the work climate in the 70's and she wanted her daughter, Jessica, to get a good job and be successful and make those moves up the corporate ladder.

Jessica's mom had competition throughout Jessica's high school years, boys, Jessica had grown up a stunner. Now at age 23, Jessica was a medium-sized 5'5" with long legs, breasts that could be best described as a handful, and long flowing brunette locks. Jessica had worked at HealthServices Unlimited since she graduated from college two years and had already been promoted three times something that had both her and her mom very proud. Jessica was a group supervisor in charge of 30 people and was very proud of her work and the work that her group did for HealthServices.

Jessica had also made it a point to avoid the secretary group. A group of air headed blonde women who seemed to do nothing but yak about having sex and stand outside and smoke all day. She saw these women as part of the reason why it has taken so long for women to be treated as equals in the work place. Jessica looked down upon the women with great disdain since she believed that she was smarter than the whole group of them combined.

It was a normal Wednesday afternoon at work for Jessica when she pushed open the door to her office and got hit square in the mouth by a box that one of those ditzs from the secretary group was carrying.

"What the hell are you doing," stated Jessica as blood dripped down from her bottom lip onto her chin. "And what are doing in my office."

"Mr. Daniels needed these files," replied Sandy, the blondest and ditzest of the pool.

"Why didn't he ask me directly for them? He knows that I know where the files are," snapped Jessica.

"Oh, look. You're bleeding. Let me help you," pleaded Sandy.

"No. No. I'll be fine. Just get out of here...." Jessica tried to tell Sandy but Jessica could finish her sentence. Jessica had been pushed back into her office by Sandy and Sandy quickly shut the door behind her.

"Here let me put this on it," insisted Sandy as she started to apply a substance that appeared to be pink lip gloss.

"LIP GLOSS!!!! PINK!!!! How's the going to help me," Jessica yelled at Sandy, "YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING AIRHEAD!!!!"

Sandy went behind Jessica and pushed down on her shoulders and continued to apply the lip gloss until a subdued smile appeared across Jessica's face.

"I told you this would make you feel better," stated Sandy taking her weight off Jessica. Jessica felt too tired to move. She just sat there not moving feeling like she was floating, floating on a big happy cloud and she felt no more pain in her lip.

"It looks like my application is working. I'll take these files to Mr. Daniels for you," Sandy said to Jessica. Jessica didn't reply she just sat there and smiled.

"Yes, Mr. Daniels. I gave her the application. Yes, she is doing much but sitting and smiling. Yes, Mr. Daniels, I can come in there to help you pound away at those files. I'll be there in a minute."

Jessica sat at her desk doing nothing but smiling feeling happy, having the best feelings in the world just sitting at her desk doing nothing. While, Mr. Daniels was pound away at those files as Sandy gapping cunt was bend over those files for Mr. Daniels pleasure. Jessica only knew it was the end of the day when Suzy tapped on her door to tell it was time to go home.

Jessica was able to get herself home that night and make herself a very basic dinner before drawing a nice hot bubble bath where she spent the better part of the evening. The bubble bath helped to bring out that floating feeling even more in Jessica's mind. She felt good; she hadn't felt this good in a long, long time. Jessica went to bed just wearing a t-shirt and a pair of panties.

While asleep, Jessica had the most vivid dreams in a good while. Normally, she would dream but could not remember most of them. This time, these dreams seemed almost real and very, very erotic. All she could see in the main dream was woman with dirty blonde hair kneeling with a man standing in front of her. At first, the woman's head was bobbing up and down and up and down. After that, the woman, Jessica could never make the face out on the couple, sat down on what appeared to be a desk and watched the man enter her and then watched the woman's hair and tits bounce with every thrust. Finally, the woman placed her palms down on the desk and spread her legs as the man entered her again. The man finally came this time all down the crack of the woman's ass and into her pussy.

Jessica awoke awash with opposing feelings, she felt refreshed from the good night's sleep, she felt horny from her erotic dreams, however, she lost that floating feeling from yesterday afternoon and evening. She thought about Wednesday. She had that meeting all morning, went to get lunch, had a teleconference at 1:00 which ran until about 2:00 and then she went back to her office when Sandy hit her with those files and then the rest of the day floated by. Jessica started to get dressed for work and decided to change from her normal routine of pants suits. Today, she went with a button-down blouse and a long skirt which stopped at about mid-calf. Not a big change but for some reason, she felt like a change.

All morning, Jessica was feeling frustrated, frustrated at work, frustrated at her group, but most importantly frustrated that she couldn't regain that floating feeling. Jessica thought going to lunch and getting some fresh air would help. It didn't. She grew more frustrated. After returning from lunch, she sought out Sandy. She realized Sandy was the key to that floating feeling and feeling good again. She was going to play off her lip still hurting and needed more of that application Sandy put on it yesterday.

"Sandy," Jessica said meekly.

"JESSICA!!!," Sandy yelled, "What brings you down here with us secretaries?"

"I need you put more of that application on my lip," Jessica asked.

"Sure, let's head to your office," Sandy cried out thrilled.

Sandy had Jessica sit in a large, leather office chair while Sandy positioned herself behind Jessica again with all of her weight on Jessica's shoulders. Sandy put the pink lip gloss on Jessica's lower lip until that familiar dumb smile from yesterday returned. Once it returned, Sandy started to put the lip gloss on Jessica's upper lip. Jessica was too restrained by Sandy weight and too sluggish to put up much of a fight. Sandy also undid the top two buttons of Jessica's blouse to expose Jessica's cleavage.

"There ya go, Jessy, all done," Sandy chirped.

"Uh, huh," was all Jessica could muster as a reply.

Sandy left room again with Jessica just smiling dumbly again. Jessica sat there for about an hour until the phone which shook Jessica for a second before she answered it.

"Jessica, it's Fred Daniels. I need you to come down here and look over some files with me,"

"Ok," Jessica said before putting the phone.

"Sandy, it's Mr. Daniels. She's on her way over. You'll know when we're done."

Jessica had made here way down to Fred's office. It took some time as the floating feeling was more intense than yesterday's and at times it was hard to walk. Jessica got the office and knocked on the door.

"It's open, Jessica," Fred said from inside and opened the intercom between himself and Sandy and the rest of secretary group.

"What files to need me look at," Jessica asked.

"They're in that box right there on the floor," Fred responded.

Jessica kneeled down in front of the box and started to go through the box when the box was kicked away from her by Fred and all Jessica saw was Fred standing there with his erect cock staring her in the face.

"I think you know what do with this file," Fred commanded.

Jessica knelt there for a moment before the beginning part of last night dream forced it's way to the front of her mind. She slowly reached out for Fred's cock and took it slowly into her mouth. Once she got it all into her mouth, she got into a slow, steady rhythm. Her head was bobbing up and down and up and down like the woman in Jessica's dream from the night before. She heard Fred make some comments directed at her like the undersexed ice queen soon be oversexed love machine. But she just kept her rhythm and felt Fred's balls start to tense up in her hand. Jessica didn't have much experience in sex but knew what that meant. A couple of strokes later she felt Fred's cum splashed into the back of her throat, she started to gag and Fred's cock popped out her mouth and droplets of cum rained down onto Jessica's exposed top. The secretary group all heard the sound of Mr. Daniels cumming and was envious of Jessica.

"I think you did excellent work finding the problem with the file, Jessica," Fred stated, "you can go back to your office," he commanded.

"Are you sure," Jessica questioned.

"Yes, Jessica, leave," Fred commanded again.

Jessica stood up and walked out of the office with a belly full of cum and little starting to drain down and pool in her cleavage. As soon as she stepped out the door, she was greeted by Mandy, the secretary group's newest addition.

"Jessica are you okay," Mandy asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Jessica responded.

"No, I don't think so. You don't look so good. Come with me," Mandy grabbed Jessica by the hand and the next thing Jessica knew she was sitting in one of the uncomfortable secretary group chair. She was sitting upright, her breasts thrust out and ass slightly upturned and part of her was upset that she was there but another part was pleased for all the attention she was getting.

"Yeah, Al, the secretary group as gotten a hold of her for the rest of the day. She won't know or realize that you are in her office doing her work," Fred said over the phone.

"Thanks, Fred."

Jessica was seated in the chair and the next thing she knew - the whole secretary group (Sandy, Suzie, Mandy, Sally, Mindy, Ally, Zoey, Barbie, and Nancy) was on fawning all over her. One of them was wiping down Jessica chest with a warm cloth; one of them was reapplying that pink lip gloss. Another one was applying the same color pink nail polish and a fourth had taken off her shoes and started to apply the nail polish to her toes. At around 3 o'clock, the five secretaries supervising Jessica cried out, "SMOKE BREAK!!!!!!" and the four other secretaries stopped what they were doing and grabbed Jessica and went outside for the second smoke break of the afternoon.

The nine secretaries and Jessica were outside and the nine secretaries grabbed a cigarette out of their purse. One of them, Jessica thought it was Ally - they looked same to Jessica, handed one to Jessica.

"No, I don't smoke," Jessica stated.

"She just does know the wonders of it yet does she girls," Jessica heard them say.

The next thing Jessica knew the group turned aggressive and pushed Jessica into a seated position on the grass. One of the secretaries held down Jessica's legs, another restrained her arms; a third pinched Jessica's nose to open her mouth, a fourth placed a cigarette between her lips, while a fifth lit the cigarette. Jessica, at that point, had no choice but to inhale the smooth, thick smoke. Someone, maybe Zoey, took the cigarette from lips so she could exhale and that point no more restraint was necessary. It only took one drag to get hooked on these cigarettes and Jessica was hooked, a happy, floating, hooked little group supervisor. Jessica finished her first cigarette and finished a second by the time the smoke break was over.

They all returned to the secretaries' area and focused their attention back on Jessica. When they finished for the day, Jessica had pigtails with her pink lips, pink nails, and pink toes. She could almost be mistaken for one of the secretaries' groups except for the brunette hair. Jessica returned to her office at the end of the day and grabbed her bag and got down to her car and by that time she was edgy and looked in the bag and found a pack of the secretaries' cigarettes. She hopped in the car and lit one up and started the drive home. She had a hard time getting home. There were times when she couldn't remember the way. She blew this off to be because of the weather and the haze from the cigarette smoke.

She made it home and started her routine from yesterday. She made dinner, drew a hot bubble bath and got in. Tonight, during the bath, she laid there smoking. She liked how it smelt because it made everything smell so good. She got out of the bath and lost that floatly feeling as she now called it. She did a look through her bag and found a container of the lip gloss. She applied to her lips and got that "floatly feeling" back and she went to bed after another cigarette and just a t-shirt. She did not have any vivid erotic dreams but the lip gloss and smokes were doing there job. The lip gloss continued the dumbing down Jessica's mind. The smokes effect, she discovered in the morning.

Jessica awoke a found that the bottom three inches of her hair and turned blonde and not dirty blonde but a bleach bottle blonde. She also felt more sluggish from a mental sense as well. Things weren't coming as easy for Jessica. Instead of going through her closet and deciding what to wear, she just went for what was closest to the bed which was again a button-down blouse, a knee-length skirt, a bra which pushed up her cleavage, a pair of panties, and a pair of two-inch black heels. She applied the lip gloss again before she left to regain that "floaty feeling."

She got to work and was finding work difficult to do. Someone had changed all the passwords to her computer, her voicemail, and she couldn't get into her desk because it was locked and she couldn't find the key. At about 10 in the morning, she the phone rang and she answered it before it go to voicemail.

"Jessica, its Mr. Daniels. Can you come to my office," he stated.

"Sure, for what," Jessica asked.

"Just come to my office," he commanded.

Jessica knocked on Mr. Daniels door. Funny he always called himself Fred before, I think, Jessica thought to herself. Mr. Daniels opened the intercom before letting Jessica in.

"Jessica, I need to look at that file from yesterday again," he asked.

"Mr. Daniels, I thought I fixed that file," Jessica asked wondering why is she called him Mr. Daniels, it's Fred.

"Well, I need you to take another look at in. Kneel down so you can get a good look," he ordered.

Jessica knelt down and found Mr. Daniels' cock in front of her again. Like yesterday, she bobbed her head up and down and up and down the shaft of his cock and found that he liked it when she flicked her tongue along the ridge in his shaft. She was preparing herself for another belly full of cum when Mr. Daniels pulled out.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Daniels," Jessica pouted.

"No, pull up your skirt and take off your panties," Mr. Daniels commanded.

"I'm not THAT type of woman, Mr. Daniels," Jessica stated.

"I think what you need is this," Mr. Daniels stated.

Mr. Daniels grabbed Jessica and sat her down on his desk and applied another coat of lip gloss to Jessica and then that "floaty feeling" returned and Jessica again smiled dumbly.

"How do you feel now, Jessica," Mr. Daniels asked.

"Floaty," Jessica replied.

"Good, Jessie" said Mr. Daniels.

Mr. Daniels lifted up Jessie and pulled her skirt out from underneath her ass and pulled her panties off. The lip gloss not only made Jessie feel "floaty" it also made her feel horny and her cunt lips were like her mouth wet and slick and waiting for cock. Mr. Daniels wasn't the type to go slow and thrust his entire cock into Jessie's waiting cunt in one thrust. Jessie bounced up and down on Mr. Daniels hard cock squeezing down hard on his cock never waiting to leave her tight pussy. Mr. Daniels pounded Jessie's pussy hard and Jessie heard phrases coming from Mr. Daniels like you're being treated like a women is supposed to be treated, just another fuck toy. Mr. Daniels proceeded to pull out again and cum on Jessie's exposed top and not in her cunt or her mouth. When he finished, he stated "get out of her fuck doll."

Jessie grabbed her panties and wobbled out of Mr. Daniels' office where she was met by Mindy who took her over to the secretary group gain. Meanwhile, Fred was on the phone with Al again in Jessica's office continuing it's makeover. Jessie went to lunch with the secretaries and spent the rest of the afternoon with them. She found out that they don't do much work. They just sit at their desks and get a phone call disappear for about a half an hour and return to their desk and wait for another phone call. In the afternoon, they get smoke breaks at 1:30 and 3:00. At the end of the day, Jessica grabbed her bag from her office and went out with the secretaries because after a couple of afternoons with them, she found that they have a lot in common.

They arrived at a bar which caters to the after work crowd and all applied their lip gloss and encouraged Jessie to apply hers extra thick. She felt really "floaty" and her mind was barely able to function with the all the hot male executives in the bar. She had a smoke and drink and felt even more "floaty" and horny. She started to cruise the bar to find a Mr. Right Now. After about only 15 minutes, she found one waved to Barbie and left the bar and ended up back and her place. The whole ride over Mr. Right Now had one hand on the wheel and his other hand buried between her legs making her even hornier. She barely made it up the stairs to her flat. She needed his cock buried in her pussy and it was before they could make it through the kitchen. Jessie was bent over the breakfast bar with someone's cock buried in her cunt when the phone rang. It was within reach so she answered it. It was her mom.

"Yeah, mom, I have a work associate over."

"Always, working hard, even the weekends."

"Yeah, mom, we're working hard. We're driving home a solution to some the problems."

"Uh, huh. Talk to ya soon, bye, mom." The whole time Jessie was on the phone with her mom Mr. Right Now was pounding harder and faster into Jessie's wet cunt. He came on Jessie's back and Jessie reached around and started to feed herself the cum as it started to collect around her ass and cunt. Jessie and Mr. Right Now pounded out a couple more solutions to work problems. After each session that night, Jessie had another smoke and put on another layer of lip gloss. The lip gloss over the course of the three days had eaten away half of her intelligence. She fell asleep in the afterglow of one of the sessions. She woke up when the phone rang and it was Mindy tell her that the group was meeting at a bar around 9 o'clock tonight if she interested. She said she was and fell back asleep.

By the time 9 o'clock rolled around, Jessie was feeling very "floaty" and horny again. She tried to find some clothes but all she could find were mini-skirts, tight tops, push-ups, thongs, stockings, and three-inch heels. She put on a combination of a pink top, black skirt, white bra, pink panties, black stockings, and heels and headed to the bar Mindy had mentioned. She needed to put her glasses since her contacts for some reason bothered her eyes, something they had done in a long time. She got to the bar and found the group and had a couple smokes, and couple drinks before she found another guy and by midnight was bent over the breakfast bar again like last night. Another day went by and more of Jessie's intelligence went with it.

She awoke around noon on Sunday alone again. She found her hair had gotten wavy and now it was mainly blonde with dark streaks running through it. She was alone with her lip gloss, her smokes, but discovered a pink vibrator in her pile of clothes, she spent most of Sunday with her vibrator lodged in her pussy, and smoking like a chimney. When she wasn't smoking, she was licking her juices off of her new pink friend.

She arrived for work on Monday dressed like she was on Saturday night at the bar. She looked the part of a little bar tramp. She got to her office and couldn't do anything again. She was locked out of everything. She just sat there and started to finger herself through her stockings wishing she had brought her pink friend to work. Around 9 o'clock, Mr. Daniels called needing to see Jessie about that file problem again.

She got herself to Mr. Daniels' office again and spent some time kneeling to solve the problem, sitting to solve the problem, but today she bent herself over Mr. Daniels' desk and that solved the problem as Mr. Daniels gave Jessie a belly full of cum and after her weekend experiences was able to swallow everything without a problem. After her problem solving session, she was grabbed by Sally and taken over to spend some time with the group. They sat her down at Chloe's desk since she has recently left the group and her desk was empty. Jessie discovered that they also get morning smoke breaks as well. She was discovering that these women were actually smart. They get to sit at their desks and been seen by their co-workers. The only real work they do is answering phones to take care of some problems.

Tuesday through Thursday was much like Monday. Jessie helped Mr. Daniels with his problems. The pink lip gloss had successfully drained about 75 percent of Jessie's intelligence and the smokes had rendered Jessie a wavy, dirty blonde, with her hair always having that "wet look." Everything had reached its full effect on Jessie's body. Friday afternoon was the first day of Jessie's new life.

She got to her office on Friday morning with Al Franklin working on her computer.

"Why are in my office," Jessie asked confused.

"I hear you have some problems getting things to function in your office so I'm here to fix them," Al replied. "Mr. Daniels though needs to see you right away."

Jessie clattered down the hallway on her four-inch heels dressed like a horny, teenage schoolgirl. She had added pink bubblegum to her pink lips, pink top, and pink nails look. She was going through her morning routine with Mr. Daniels and was bent over Mr. Daniels desk when she blew a bubble and it popped and something in her mind popped. It was her dream from last week, she could make out the faces, it was her and Mr. Daniels and she was content as she felt Mr. Daniels' hot cum splashed down on her ass and puddle in her cunt. After he was done, he mentioned something about not being up to standard as a group supervisor. He had noticed that she had spent most of her time this week with the secretary group and not supervising her own group. Jessie could not get her mind around that problem, the only she knew of was the secretaries and they didn't need much supervising. She tried to explain to Mr. Daniels. He did not buy her explanation and told her since he was spend ing so much time with the secretaries that she was demoted and was now a secretary since she liked being with them so much.

Mr. Daniels walked Jessie down to the secretaries' area and put her at Chloe's old desk which was now Jessie's desk and it even had a name place which read - Jessie Holbrook. All of the other secretaries were glad that someone had replaced Chloe in their group. Jessie sent the rest of the morning on a smoke break and waited for the phone the ring while sitting proudly with her body on display at her desk. Jessie did not get her first phone call until after lunch. The phone rang and Jessie eagerly answered the phone.

"Hello! Jessie Halbrook's desk," Jessie sang.

"Hello, this is Mr. Franklin, there's a problem I need to you look at," Al Franklin said on the other end of the line finally finished with the makeover Jessica Halbrook's office to his office.

"I'll be there in a sec. Mr. Franklin," Jessie said. She put on a fresh coat of lip gloss and headed to Mr. Franklin's office.

She got to Mr. Franklin's office had he was having the same problem as Mr. Daniels.

"God these men are so stupid, that's why they need a woman to solve all their problems," thought Jessie laying on her back with Mr. Franklin talking about how she's a cute little sex doll, fuck toy, and baby maker.

Jessie spent five on-and-off years in the secretaries group. Jessie gave birth to three kids all girls Brandy, Candy, and Holly. While she was on maternity leave, Jessie found an able body to replace her - her mom Stacy who gave the men at HealthServices Unlimited an experience body in the group. After five years, Jessie left HealthServices Unlimited to focus all her energy on her girls and teach them to be proper women like her. If you see a green minivan with a soccer ball on the back bouncing up-and-down, leave it be its just Jessie, the soccer mom, showing her skills to one of the soccer dads.

Car Trouble

Car Trouble
By: reshbod (reshbod@yahoo.com)

*Thanks to those, like Kumani who assisted in editing this story.

Cheryl eyed the hood of the car where the steam was billowing up in front and from both sides as she drove. She hoped that the car would make it to a parking spot before it finally died or exploded or just fell apart around her. Finally she was able to stop the car, turn of the motor and contemplate this new headache. Looking in the rearview mirror, she was practically dripping with sweat.

As she opened the door, she felt no relief as the hot, humid air hit her. Feeling miserable, she maneuvered herself out of the car, looked around for somewhere to call AAA. Feeling tired and cranky because of the oppressive heat, she let out a primal scream inside the car. It helped to some extent but didn't improve the situation any.

She was in an older part of town, in the parking lot of a bar and a now closed video rental place. Fortunately, it was in the after noon and the bar was open for business. Entering, she looked around for the bartender.

The bartender was returning from the pool table where four older men were engrossed in a game. The two other tables were empty. She felt transported in time because the bar was reminiscent of an old small neighborhood bar as opposed to the large hip places she was used to.

Walking up to the bar, she noticed the men had all turned and were watching her enter their lair. Here she was a twenty-six year-old woman entering a bar in an older part of town where the youngest person seemed to be the fifty+ year-old bartender. Cheryl realized she was way out of her element and felt more than a little uncomfortable.

Sitting on a stool, with a sigh, it was good to be off her feet and in a somewhat cooler place. "Are you okay, hon?" the waitress asked in a manner that amused Cheryl. Still flush from the heat, Cheryl explained her car problem and asked for a glass of water. Putting her purse on the table, she extracted her cell then took out her wallet to get her AAA card.

First, she tried David, her husband's number, but since he was going to be in meetings all day, she was not surprised when it went straight to voice mail. "Hey sweetie, just wanted to let you know you were right, we should have gotten a new car and not keep the old one ?til it dies because it just might have. Everything is fine, talk to ya' later, love ya'."

Dialing AAA, Cheryl noticed that her cell phone battery was getting very low, "Excuse me, ma'am." "Just call me Billie" the bartender said. "Thanks Billie, my cell is running low, is there somewhere I can recharge it, or can I use your phone number for the tow truck." Smiling, Billie wrote the number on a napkin and handed a phone handset to Cheryl, "here ya' go sweetie."

"Thanks" Cheryl said, as she put her cell phone into her pants pocket.

After finishing that call, even though she would have to wait at least two hours, she was able to sit back and relax in the cool building. A television was on above the bar, showing an old football game.

Staring blankly at the screen, she felt a strong sensation growing between her legs. Not sure if it was due to hearing her husbands voice or, the stale, musty atmosphere of the bar or the heat or just a combination of them all, but she really wished she had stayed home with her toys.

While Cheryl was engrossed in the game, one of the men from the pool table approached. "Heard you were having some car trouble?" "Yeah, it had been on its last legs for a while now, but hopefully the wrecker will be here soon." "Well, if you want, you can join us for a game or two, might help the time go fast." Cheryl thanked him and said, that it was nice. Besides, it might take her mind off the wetness growing between her legs. "But I warn you, I'm pretty good." "Just makes it more challenging,." he replied. "By the way, I'm JT" he said extending his hand.

Though he was probably in his sixties, he had a firm, solid handshake. "I'm Cheryl."

Getting up, Cheryl followed JT to the table. He introduced her to Ben and Joe. Shaking their hands they all expressed concern about her car, but were glad she had decided to join them. "?Bout time we got some new blood here, I'm tired of the same old geezers" Ben said laughing.

She wasn't sure, but it looked like Ben was checking her out as he spoke. Shaking the thought from her mind, she realized she was being silly. Thinking she was a frizzy haired, sweaty disheveled horror, she still, felt flattered.

"Oops, I forgot my water,." she said. "Here, let me get it for you," Joe volunteered. When he arrived at the bar, he spoke to Billie for a moment. After stifling a guffaw, Billie looked at Cheryl with a very amused look on her face.

Puzzled, Cheryl asked Joe about it when he returned.

"She just told me that I needed to keep an eye on ya', since you're hangin' with some very disreputable types." Laughing to herself Cheryl said, "I think I'll take my chances." Racking up the balls, Joe looked at Cheryl and asked, "you want to break them." "Careful, guys," JT said. "She tells me she's pretty good." "Really?" said Ben. Joe spoke up, "why don't we make it a little more interesting?"

Feeling a little bit of nervousness build up in me, I cautiously asked, "how interesting?" "How about we go for the pot?" He said as he pointed to an old ball cap with money in it. It's up to $9, and you may need it more than us for your car."

Very relieved, Cheryl threw a $20 bill into the pot. "Wow," said JT, "We're not used to such high stakes." "Don't get too used to it, I don't plan on leaving it here." "Ok, enough trash talkin', Cheryl will break, then each of us will get a turn, whoever sinks the highest number ball gets to play first."

Cheryl picked a cue, lined up her shot and took it. Since this wasn't a real game, she didn't hit the ball with too much power. The guys then took their turn, and Joe ended up being the first to go up against Cheryl.

This time, Cheryl broke with a much more precise stroke. Looking up, she noticed Joe with an impressed look. "Damn" whispered JT, to his pals on the stools, "she wasn't bs'ing."

Cheryl always had a bit of a competitive streak in her and seeing that these men saw her as a "real" player heated her up even further.

She sank four balls, before she was stuck with no good shots. Joe was only able to sink two but his manner quickly changed. Gone was the smile and in its place was a look of concentration.

Cheryl reflected on how nice it was that they'd had a pool table in the basement growing up. Of course, these guys didn't need to know that. After a couple more turns for each, Joe set up the eight ball perfectly for Cheryl to sink, which she did.

Joe was visibly annoyed, but still maintained good humor about it.

"Boys" he said, "we may have a shark on our hands."

Cheryl only smiled, but inside she was ready to burst, in a couple of different ways.

Next up was JT, as she bent over to take her opening shot she noticed Joe leering at her, puzzled, she took her shot, stood up, turned around and glanced down. She realized she was wearing a v-neck top and had been giving them a very nice view of her bosom. The fact that she was having a sexual effect on these men gave her a happy feeling that flowed through her body. Besides, if it gave her a slight advantage, well then, so be it.

JT was much more of a challenge, and it seemed that luck was with him, until he managed to scratch.

After taking a short break to get more water, Cheryl was ready for her game with Ben. Feeling on top of the world and very cocky, hot and horny, she found it difficult to concentrate. Because of this, not only did she mess up a fairly easy shot, but she set Ben up for the easy win. With a huge grin on his face, he very slowly approached the table. Taking unnecessary care, he lined up the shot and proceeded to sink the shot, winning the game and deflating her all at the same time.

Defeated, Cheryl joined the loser's circle by the stools. Joe patted her on the shoulder, saying, "hey, don't worry, I'm sure you can get a rematch if you want."

Realizing his hand was still on her shoulder, now gently caressing it, she really wasn't sure what to do. According to the way she was raised, this was an invasion of her space. But, she had to admit, it felt nice to have the attention after such a stressful beginning to her day. Besides, it was probably meant as a friendly gesture, so, no big deal.

She really didn't want to offend these men who were being so nice to her, but also, it really felt very nice. Since she made no move away from Joe he began rubbing her shoulder a little harder, and with each movement of his hand, she relaxed more and wanted it to continue. Feeling the stress leave her shoulders, she finally managed to utter, "mmm, that's nice."

After a few minutes, she looked to her shoulder and realized it was a comparatively dark, unfamiliar hand massaging her very white, freckled skin. Remembering that it wasn't David but a stranger shook her out of her trance. Finally pulling away she said she needed a restroom and hurried toward the back of the bar where the restroom sign hung. After finishing her business, she splashed cool water on her face and tried to calm her hormones down.

Thinking to herself, she said, "David better not be late tonight ?cause he's going to get it good."

Taking another deep breath, Cheryl exited the restroom and went back toward the table. Ben, JT and Joe were standing near the bar stools talking. As Cheryl got closer, they stopped and turned to look at her.

Ben spoke first, "I hear ya' want a rematch?"

"Let me call AAA first and see how much longer they'll be? K?"

JT replied, "Ok, but if ya' wan' I can see if my nephew is available., He's good with cars and can probably fix it for ya'."

"Oh, I don't want to take anyone's time, besides, they should be here soon." "Hey, he can at least come and look, if they get here first, you can go with them. I guarantee, if he can find and fix the problem, it'll be much less than any repair shop."

"Ok." Cheryl gave in. "Great, I'll give him a call."

As JT pulled out his cell, Ben racked up the balls again, ready for another game. Cheryl broke, then found she was having a difficult time concentrating on the game. The stale scent of the bar and the heat only intensified the feeling in her lower regions.

This time she managed to pull herself together and play a good game and win. She was so thrilled that when Ben came ?round she threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug. Ben returned the hug, holding her a little longer than he really should have. Pushing away, blushing she apologized.

"Think nuthun' of it," replied Ben genially.

Of course, JT and Joe came around for their hug too, which only heightened Cheryl's already spiraling libido.

Half way through her new game with Joe, a knocking on the door caught everyone's attention.

Everyone watched as Billie walked to the door and unlocked it and let a large, much younger man enter then re-locked the door. Confused, Cheryl was about to ask why the door was locked now only to be cut off by JT.

"Yo Sam" he said.

"Hey" Sam answered as he approached the group.

"This here's Cheryl, she's haven' some car trouble and we thought you could look at it."

Reaching out his hand he gave Cheryl a purposeful look up and down.

A little nervous, Cheryl reached out and shook his hand. Looking at him, she thought central casting couldn't have picked out a better stereotype. He had the jeans with a wife-beater T-shirt with a blue open shirt over it. On his head he wore a bandana with a Confederate flag pattern covering his dirty blond mullet, several tattoos and, a handlebar mustache. He also had a wad of chewing tobacco inside his cheek and a pop can which he frequently spat into. He also appeared to work out a lot because he was well fairly sculpted and his tight tee-shirt highlighted his hard abs.

JT explained the problem as Sam's large rough hand engulfed Cheryl's petite manicured hand. As they exited the bar together, after Billie opened the door for them, without Cheryl noticing this time, she unlocked the car and opened the hood so Sam could take a quick look. Joining him in front of the car intently staring at Sam's ass, she decided that she really hated the baggy pants look. Unaware of anyone else in the vicinity, she was startled when she felt a hand on her elbow. Jumping, she saw JT beside her, she smiles as she felt her face heat up and her knees get a little weak. Before anything could be said, Sam turned around and said:

"Nothing too bad, just have a leak in a hose, I can replace it within an hour, I'll just need to go get the part." Not even waiting for a reply, Sam turned,, went to his truck and left. Feeling embarrassed, Cheryl smiled at JT as he motioned to come back into the bar.

Once inside, the cool air hit her in the face and it felt so good. As she walked back to the stool by the pool table, she didn't notice Billie lock the door again. All she could think about was sitting down.

"So?" said JT "You like him?"

"No" Cheryl answered defensively, "Besides, I have a husband."

Smiling, JT said, "too bad. I'd like it if a nice lady like you wud' hook up with him. Maybe settle him down a bit."

"Sorry...not gonna happen."

"Oh well...maybe he can do it on his own. Hopefully he's had enough of prison."

"What?" said Cheryl utterly flabbergasted.

"He's had a few run ins' with the law, not a big deal" said JT.

"What did he do?" asked Cheryl.

"Hey, it's not like he killed anyone." "Not for lack of trying" interjected Joe as he chuckled.

"He got into a couple of fights and is a bit of a hothead, also he hangs out with disreputable people."

For some reason, hearing this only increased the tingling that was coursing through her hungry pussy. Normally, she'd be scared of being around someone like Sam.

She was never one of those women who were into the "bad boy" thing. She felt that it was a self esteem problem that led to women pairing up with such losers. However, she had to admit to herself that she did feel a certain exhilaration, like riding a roller coaster only a hundred times better.

Sitting back down on the barstool, Cheryl really wanted to end the conversation so she said, "hope he can fix the car, I really can't be playing pool all day." Ignoring her and placing his hand on her leg, JT proceeded to squeeze her just above the knee sending an involuntary shiver of pleasure through her body.

Seeing no resistance Ben stepped a little closer and began rubbing Cheryl's arm while Joe moved in behind her and began rubbing her shoulders.

Cheryl was hypnotized watching these strange older hands pawing and rubbing her. Seeing no resistance from her, Ben moved his hand further up Cheryl's thigh as she sat there breathing heavily. Spreading her legs as Ben continued, she and everyone else jumped as her cell phone went off.

It was David's ring tone. Cheryl retrieved her phone from her pocket. "Hi David" she said to her husband, annoyed that he'd called her back right then.

"How's my sweetie, how's the car? Do you need me to come get you?"

Looking at the unfamiliar hands roaming her body she quickly replied, "no, I'm in good hands here."

Looking over and seeing Ben and JT,she smiled. Unable to see Joe, Cheryl realized that his hands were now boldly cupping here breasts. Knowing what was coming, she gasped when he actually began squeezing them.

"Everything ok?" she heard over the phone.

Coming too for a second, she replied, "yeah, just need to sit down, for a minute, getting a bit overheated."

Emboldened, the men continued their caressing of Cheryl as she talked on the phone. Boxed in, she was unable and unwilling to escape. Joe then moved his hands under her shirt and began rubbing her tight belly. Unable to take it much longer she cut off David, not that she heard anything he had been saying and said, "my cell is nearly dead, I'll talk to you later." "K," replied David, "love ya," she closed her phone without answering and dropped the phone onto the floor.

Suddenly the realization of what she was doing hit her and using all of her will power, she managed to push the men away and said loudly, if less than half heartedly, "stop it."

The men just looked at her.

Instantly weakening she continued, "This is wrong, I really shouldn't be doing this."

Getting closer, JT whispered, "It's ok, we're just having a little fun, nobody needs to know."

"No." She said very weakly, "I can't . . . I love my husband . . . I can't."

All the men closed in around her again, shifting positions, their hands again introduced themselves to her body.

"Shush" whispered JT into her ear, which sent shivers running through her body. Not even trying to stifle it, a gasp escaped her throat. Sinking back into JT's arms she felt his lips brush against her neck nibbling and breathing warm air against her. Meanwhile, other hands were busy unbuttoning her blouse and opening it up exposing her naked belly to all.

Feeling hands trying to unclasp her bra, she reached behind and assisted in removing it quickly. Opening her eyes, she saw Joe right in front of her. With the bra now laying on the floor, and her firm B cups exposed, he leaned in and kissed her. Without a thought, she opened her mouth and allowed Joe's tongue to meet hers.

While Joe and Cheryl explored each others hungry mouths, JT unbuttoned her shorts and quickly pushed them down to her ankles. Instantly her panties joined them, also crumpled at her ankles. Feeling hands push her off the stool and toward the pool table, Cheryl was placed on the edge like a piece of decoration. Her shoes were soon gone and now she was completely naked except for her socks.

As hands pushed her down on the table, with her legs over the side, she managed one last "just promise you won't cum inside of me."

Paying no attention, JT put his head between her spread legs, as Ben and Joe, joined her on the table and began sucking her breasts while rubbing her firm belly. Ohhhhh Gooodddd... Cheryl cried as JT licked and nibbled her clit. Waves of pleasure shot through her and starbursts flashed before her eyes. Verging on an orgasm, she was finally pushed over the edge when JT inserted his finger into her asshole as he continued nibbling her swollen clit. She had never cum so fast except with her own hands.

While her husband was great in bed, she realized that he was an amateur compared to JT.

Cheryl ground into JT as he continued driving her crazy, while Ben and Joe continued suckling her swollen, heaving breasts. Lifting her head and watching between the two heads she saw JT remove his mouth from her now soaked pussy and in one rapid movement deftly drop his pants to the ground.

Seeing his rock hard member standing at attention, Cheryl placed her feet on the edge of the table and spread her legs as far as she was able. Knowing what was coming, she was able to blurt out one final request before she fully gave in. "Please, don't cum inside me "

Again, acting as if she had said nothing, JT thrust his shaft inside her waiting and willing pussy. He started very gently and with each thrust Cheryl's groans got louder which only encouraged him to pump harder.

JT held Cheryl's waist tightly pressing his fingers into her flesh. Squeezing her vaginal muscles, she pushed him over the edge. She felt his balls slap against her ass cheeks. David loved the feeling and she saw that JT liked it as well. Approaching another strong climax, she heard: "Ugghh . . . yeah . . . ugghhh" then felt him buck against her as he emptied his cock of its contents. After the second thrust, Cheryl joined with her own orgasm, as a high pitched screech escaped her throat.

JT wasn't fully withdrawn before she felt hands grab her leg and spin her around on the table, with the help of her free leg. Seeing Ben on his knees towering above her, he grabbed her hips as she raised her pelvis to accept his member. Using her arms to help hold her up, she realized she was laying on top of a pool cue and found it very uncomfortable. Fortunately, someone slid the cue out from under her and she was able to get comfortable. Ben slipped his cock into her well-lubed pussy as his hand reached up and massaged her free breast.

"Ya' like it babe? This is what you want?" he said almost angrily.

"Yessss " Cheryl replied almost breathlessly.

As Ben thrust in and out, she suddenly saw a cock jutting out in front of her face. Not seeing who it belonged to, she grabbed it anyways, and stuffed it into her mouth. As she slurped and gagged a couple of times, it was Ben between her legs that was driving her wild making it difficult to concentrated on the cock in her mouth.

As Ben sped up he cried out "YEAH TAKE IT BITCH " as he shot his load into her waiting cunt. David had never talked dirty to her like that, but she found it pushed her over the edge with her strongest orgasm of the day. It took a few seconds to realize that the cock had fallen out of her mouth and Joe was quickly trying to reposition her head so he could enter her mouth again.

After a couple of deep breaths, she was ready for the shaft again. As he pumped into her open mouth, muffling any groans, she realized Ben was still shouting at her, calling her a "slut." Even though she hated such terms, she found a perverse pleasure hearing them from this older, rougher man.

Growing increasingly uncomfortable in her current position, she took the chance with no one between her legs to roll over onto her side. Sitting up on her elbow, she continued sucking. She felt Joe begin to tense and suddenly jets of hot semen shot into her throat. Managing not to gag, she continued sucking him until he pulled out and rubbed his saliva and cum covered member on her face.

Tired, she rolled back onto her back, with her legs still hanging over the table. Not seeing the other men nearby, she simply lay there breathing deeply.

She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, someone was poking her arm. Looking up she saw Sam standing above her. Realizing she was sprawled on the table nude and covered with cum, she sat up as quickly as she could. Looking around she didn't see anyone else.

Trying to get down from the table, she reached out to Sam, who just stood watching without offering any help. Getting down very ungracefully, she looked for her clothing. Seeing her blouse and pants on the floor next to the table, she noticed that they were stained with drying cum. The men must have cleaned themselves with her clothes. Looking around, she spotted the men, dressed and sitting at a table watching her with big smiles.

Starting to put on her stained, wet clothes Sam said, "nah...you aint gonna need those yet bitch." Cheryl froze as she noticed the men were now standing and approaching the table again. Overwhelmed with feelings of guilt she shook her head and said: "I can't, I really need to go home."

Ignoring her, the men moved in, Cheryl was forcibly grabbed by the back of her head and kissed hard. Fortunately, Sam no longer had the tobacco in his mouth but she could taste the vile strong flavor of it. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and though scared did nothing to resist. As his lips remained locked to her mouth, he pushed her back toward the pool table and helped her hop back up on the edge.

He continued kissing her as if he hadn't kissed anyone for years. It was overpowering and Cheryl found that she enjoyed the sensation of total powerlessness. She couldn't have stopped it, not that she wanted to. Her pussy, once again was wet, preparing for what it hoped was to come.

Pushing her down on the table, Sam removed his pants and joined Cheryl on the table. Not speaking, he straddled her chest, grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved his large member down her throat.

To avoid gagging, she sucked on him only pulling away to catch her breath. Bobbing up and down on his cock seemed to unfaze Sam; he sat there with a cold, unimpressed look on his face. Encouraged to work on him harder, she took his cock as far down her throat as she could. Stunned she was able to take the whole thing she looked up and saw the same stony glare.

Pulling himself away from her, he looked through her. Getting off the pull table, he flipped her onto her stomach. "Get me a beer, and lube" he said to some unknown spectator. A few seconds later she felt a cool substance being rubbed around and into her asshole.

Terrified, she struggled to get up and cried "No, not that, I can't . . . "

Before she could finish her sentence, he pushed her back down and slapped her ass very forcefully as she felt someone grab her wrists. Looking up, she saw JT with a smug grin on his face.

Rubbing his swollen member over her tight anus, Sam was playing with her as he slapped her butt cheeks with his raging hard on. He then pressed the head of his cock against her virgin sphincter.

As her asshole spread and her whole body shook, Sam pulled away and quickly inserted a finger. Thrusting it in and out to open her up, Cheryl sighed in relief and pleasure and relaxed a little. JT kept his tight hold on her wrists, so she was still at the mercy of Sam.

It felt like a faucet was turned on in her pussy, all of her sticky pussy juice mixed with cum ran down her leg. Another finger was inserted in her asshole and Cheryl bucked as another orgasm coursed through her tired body.

Sam pulled out his fingers, reached up and put them into her mouth. The pungent musky scent mixed with lube excited her greatly. Wanting him to put his fingers back in her ass, she mumbled, "ung...more."

Spreading her cheeks, the top of his cock was pressed against her anus again. Scared and nervous she pushed away as best she could as the head of Sam's cock slowly entered her tight hole.

Placing his hands on her hips, he pushed himself deeper inside her. As her sphincter muscle spasmed, a gasp of pain and a slight scream escaped Cheryl's throat. Her back arched as she took the cock in and this was met with a tightening grip on her wrists. Thinking the worst has to be over, she took a deep breath only to be met with longer and harder thrusts. Screams and grunts rang from Cheryl's mouth as her ass was used as Sam's plaything.

His groans began joining her quiet whimpering. She knew he was approaching his own climax. A final hard thrust told her he shot his load deep into her tired, worn out bowels. At the same time, her pussy replied with a thunderous orgasm of its own, adding to the sticky wet mess already on her legs.

As he pulled out and her wrists were released, Cheryl stayed where she was, with her legs hanging over the pool table sprawled out. Closing her eyes, she lay there panting. When she finally regained her senses, she stood up and looked for her clothes and cell phone. Embarrassed, she quickly dressed and headed to the doors avoiding making eye contact with Billie.

As she reached the door, Billie hollered, "hey, Sam wanted me to give this to you."

A smile spread across her face and she surprised her self how quickly she bounded back to the bar. Seeing the paper Billie held, her face collapsed.

It was a bill for the car repair.

*****

Seven months later, Cheryl and David were relaxing on the couch. David enjoyed touching and rubbing Cheryl's pregnant belly. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. Loving the attention, their already good sex life got better. Not quite as good as... her thought was interrupted when David asked,

"So, have you decided on a name for her?"

Smiling she said, "I like Samantha."

Then Cheryl thought to herself with some regret, "sure, Sam's the one man who's not the father, but in all likely hood, neither is David."

"Me too" replied David as he rubbed her belly. "Can't wait to meet you, Sam."

A big smile spread across Cheryl's face.

Autumn's Heat

Autumn's Heat
By: mistery

I found myself lying on my back next to Autumn in a semi-dark, economy (fancy word for cheap) motel room near the interstate. The only sounds now were the low hum of the air conditioner, the occasional rumble of an eighteen-wheeler, jake-braking down the exit ramp, and Autumn's light breathing...

The room was bathed in the dim light sneaking around the edges of the closed curtains and I looked at her as she lay curled up close to me. Her creamy breasts and pink nipples were barely visible. Her left leg was tossed over mine and I could feel the heat emanating from her thighs.

My spent cock was dwindling now and the usual remnants were seeping from my tiny slit. I could even feel remnants of our most recent tryst oozing upon my legs from Autumn's filled crevice.

I didn't feel guilty. I don't think she did either. For some reason, I just couldn't stop fucking Danny's wife. I did however feel a certain emptiness, knowing this would likely be our last tryst.

It hadn't always been this way, nor would it likely be this way again...............

*****

I met Danny and Autumn through a mutual friend. I had been invited to a poker game. Danny hosted the game at his house. I was single at the time and obviously....Danny was not.

Not sure why, but Danny and I hit it off as friends. We seemed to have the same interests as far as vehicles, and guns, and fishing, and life in general were concerned. At that point I regarded Danny's wife as just that, Danny's wife. Nothing more. Sure, she was cute and had a sexy body, but still, she was Danny's wife..

Over time, Danny and I began to hang out together. We'd go out to shoot pool, go fishing, go shooting, you name it. I would occasionally go to their house for a cookout and Autumn was always an exceptional hostess. I don't know if I was friends with Autumn at this point or not, but she seemed very cordial toward me and we had reached a point whereby we could joke and flirt with each other.

It was over this same period of time I noticed Danny had a considerable problem with alcohol. He could down two, and sometimes three, beers or shots to my one. I usually did the driving, as it seemed our best chance of arriving home alive. I'll admit, there were a few occasions though when even I should have called a cab.

On one particular Friday night I had gotten together with Danny at a local hangout to shoot pool and down a couple of brews. I'd had an unusually rough day and wasn't really in a drinking mood. Danny, on the other hand, tied one on as usual and I drove him home.

I suppose that was the first time I actually took serious notice of Autumn.

It was about midnight when I delivered the stumbling Danny to their house. Autumn had heard us and came down the hall to meet us in the living room.

"Well! I guess you two morons are fucked up as usual!" she exclaimed.

"Ummmm. Well.....one of us is." I replied. Like I said, I really hadn't been in a drinking mood that night. I had a total of three beers over the course of about five hours. Strange, but true.

Somewhere in the process I suppose Autumn figured out I was pretty straight.

"Well....at least ONE of you dickheads has few brain cells left!" she said rather sharply. "Help me get this dumbass in bed!"

Autumn took Danny by one arm and I by the other. We tossed him on their bed and Autumn pulled off his shoes.

"He's fine. Leave him like that!" she said.

Autumn followed me back to the living room.

"I'm sorry Autumn." I told her, very apologetically.

"Don't be." she said. "Are you sure you're OK to drive?" she added in a very sincere tone.

"Yes. I'm fine." I told her. "I really didn't have much to drink."

As I reached for the door, Autumn grabbed my hand.

"Please. Stay just a little while." She sounded sincere. "Would you like some iced tea?"

I agreed to the tea and watched her as she went in the kitchen.

Autumn was wearing a blue, terrycloth robe and was barefooted. I guess that was the first time I really looked at her. She had shapely calves. The snug tie on her robe showed off her narrow waist. Her light brown, shoulder-length hair was a bit tussled, but she looked cute and sexy.

I watched as she poured us each a glass of tea and could see just a hint of her creamy mounds as she bent over and her robe parted slightly.

She returned to the living room and handed me my glass. She promptly plopped down on the sofa next to me and placed her foot on the coffee table. The lower part in her robe allowed me a glimpse of her thighs. Smooth, creamy, and very sexy.

"Thanks for bringing Danny home and......."she paused. A wry grin appeared on her lips. "....and thanks for looking!" she teased with a wink.

Autumn had caught me staring and imagining what I couldn't see. I felt a bit awkward and tried to stumble through a less than sincere apology. "Sorry....I didn't mean...."

She quickly cut me off.

"It's OK." Then her voice took on a somber tone. "Danny never looks at me anymore."

I didn't have a response to her revealing comment. I didn't need one. All I had to do was be a good listener. For the next few minutes Autumn confided the problems between her and Danny, even though it was none of my business.

"Danny is an alcoholic and simply won't admit it. He'll never get help and I don't know how much more of him I can stand. He's working right now, but he's lost several jobs because of it." she told me.

"You could call AA yourself.' I told her. "Maybe they could give you some advice.

"Been there, tried that!" she replied. "It didn't work."

As Autumn continued talking I got a lot more information than I needed.

"We hardly ever have sex anymore. When we do, he's either too drunk to get it up or can't get off when he does get hard!" Then she abruptly changed.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be unloading all this on you." she said.

"It's alright." I said. "If there's anything I can do, let me know. I should probably be going."

Autumn followed me to the door. The top of her robe was partially open. She made no attempt to pull it together; leaving me a tantalizing view of cleavage. Then she got on her tiptoes and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

"You're a nice guy Steve. Thanks for listening." she said sincerely.

My eyes wandered noticeably to her cleavage. "I'm not that nice!" I quipped. There was a coy, knowing grin on her face as I left.

I didn't see Autumn or Danny again until I went over to their house the following Saturday for a cookout. Danny was already in rare form. It was obvious he'd been drinking most of the afternoon.

Autumn was clad in a halter top and cutoff, denim shorts. Her 5'3" frame looked as hot as the August afternoon. She would occasionally wink when she'd catch me staring. Danny, on the other hand, got only cold stares. He kept drinking and cracking loud jokes. He was getting to the point of being obnoxious and I ended up cooking the steaks.

Danny straightened up a bit after he ate, but went right back to drinking. Autumn and I also had a few mixed drinks, but we weren't in Danny's league.

I was sitting at the table and Danny had stumbled off to the bathroom. As Autumn loaded the dishwasher she would lean forward. Her firm breasts would nearly pop out of her top. She knew I couldn't help but notice. I tried to fight the stirring in my shorts as she played her teasing game, but it was useless.

The fun ended abruptly when Danny returned and fetched another beer. "Let's go watch the ballgame!" he said with a loud, slurred speech. I went to the living room with him and Autumn went out on the back porch. I didn't really pay much attention to the game or anything Danny said. My mind was still on Autumn's halter.

By 10:30, Danny was passed out on the couch. I left him there and joined Autumn on the porch. It was a warm and muggy evening. The backyard was filled with the twinkle of fireflies.

Autumn was sitting on a lawn chair and had her feet propped up on the other. She moved her feet so I could sit across from her. As soon as I sat down, she propped her bare feet up on my lap. Her face was lightly illuminated by the glow from the kitchen window and I could see her sparkling brown eyes.

She took a sip of her drink and asked, "Why aren't you married Steve?"

"I almost was once," I told her. "I dated a girl named Crystal a few years ago and we talked about marriage. But, to make a long story short, she met Sam, dumped me, and eventually married Sam. I haven't heard from her since."

"Were you in love with her?" Autumn inquired.

"I think so, but it's all water over the dam now." I told her.

Without thinking, I placed my hand on Autumn's leg and began rubbing lightly as we chatted. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing and pulled my hand away.

Autumn got a pouty look on her face. "Don't stop! It feels good to be touched."

I felt a bit awkward, but put my hand back on her leg. As I did so, Autumn began running the heel of her foot over the top of my thigh. Little by little, she worked her foot further up my leg, getting dangerously close to my crotch. I began once more feeling that familiar twitch in my shorts.

Autumn kept asking about some of my old girlfriends and my hands slowly edged up to her thighs. Her flesh felt warm, firm, and inviting. I found I couldn't resist touching her, even with her old man just yards away. We were just tipsy enough to be daring, but not tipsy enough to lose sight of caution. I could see Autumn glancing toward the house occasionally for any sign of movement.

I stiffened sharply when Autumn's foot, either by accident or on purpose, suddenly landed squarely between my legs and touched the bulge in my shorts. I'm thirty-two and Autumn is twenty-eight; both old enough to know where this was leading.

When I started to pull my hands away from her thighs, she grabbed them and leaned forward. I leaned to meet her and we kissed. Lightly at first, then longer and deeper. The heat from her lips was searing.

Afterward, I made a sound as to clear my throat and glanced toward the door. She knew what I meant.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "He'll be out for hours."

Her words didn't immediately reassure me. "I should be going," I said.

All at once Autumn's eyes widened and an excited look came over her.

"Let's both go!" she exclaimed.

I gave her a puzzled look.

"I'll leave him a note claiming you're too drunk to drive and I'm giving you a ride home. Like I said, he'll be out for hours. He won't wake up except to take a leak and even then, he'll just pass out again! It's perfect!" Autumn said in a louder whisper. "We'll take my car to make it look good!"

I gazed at Autumn's luscious body and the lusty haze in her eyes. Every instinct I had told me this was the wrong thing to do, but the perfect blend of alcohol and my burgeoning cock over-ruled my sense of reason.

"OK." I nodded quietly.

Autumn slipped on her sandals and we went inside. She hastily wrote a post-it note and placed on the coffee table in front of Danny. He never stirred. We stealthily slipped out the front door and got in her van.

Moments later we were heading down the nameless city streets toward the interstate. The tops of Autumn's creamy breasts would reflect the stray light from the lampposts as we passed beneath. I found myself staring at her in anticipation and the stirring in my crotch had resumed.

We leaned over toward each other and kissed as we sat out a stoplight. Autumn's hand slid into my crotch and she couldn't miss the fact that I was rock-hard.

"Ummmm" she purred. "I don't think you're going to make it all the way to your place."

I reached toward her halter and boldly placed my hand on her left breast. I could feel the warmth of her breast and her taut nipple through the thin fabric. I was just trying to wriggle my hand beneath her top when the light changed.

We broke apart and resumed our journey. I told her to take the eastbound entrance. She went through the intersection and took the westbound.

"Hey! I live that way!" I shouted.

Autumn looked at me with a mischievous grin. "Your point?" she retorted. Then she put the hammer down as she sped up the ramp.

There was a rest stop just before the next exit and Autumn pulled off the highway and parked. I was totally confused when she put the van in Park and opened the door.

"You drive!" she said.

I just looked at her with a dazed and confused expression. A moment later I found myself moving over to the driver's seat and Autumn was getting in the passenger side.

"OK! GO!" Autumn exclaimed.

I had no clue at that point what was going on, but the gleam in August's eyes suggested it was going to be interesting. I adjusted my seat and pulled back on the interstate.

There was little traffic and the city lights were far behind us. Aside from a few commercial trucks, the road was ours. I was just coming up behind an eighteen-wheeler when Autumn leaned forward in her seat. Roughly two seconds later she was tossing her halter toward the back of the van.

My cock reached the peak of erection when her firm, white mounds came into view. This wasn't the way I was accustomed to seeing a woman's breasts the first time. I watched carefully as she placed her hands on her tits, rubbed them, and leaned back in the seat.

Just as I was about to move to the passing lane she shouted, "Wait! Don't pass him yet."

I wasn't sure what she had in mind, back I backed off the pedal.

Autumn was unfastening her shorts. She arched her back against the seat. With one swift move she peeled them, along with her lacy panties, down her legs and kicked off her sandals.

I was trying to keep my mind on driving, but couldn't help glancing at her. She was moving her hand down her flat tummy and over her neatly trimmed pubis. She was clean-shaven except for the small landing strip of curls just above her inviting slit.

"OK! Now pass him!" she barked.

The game was making sense now and I hit the gas.

She placed her feet on the dash and kept one hand on her left breast. Her right hand slid between her legs and her middle finger disappeared.

I slowed the van down a bit as I came along side of the cab. Autumn was fingering herself furiously and squeezing her nipple. I paced the van to stay right by his side for a few seconds.

A low, whimpering sound emanated from Autumn's throat, her fingering suddenly stopped, and she seemed frozen in her seat. For that brief instant I was frozen as well. Autumn came just as we heard the two blasts from the trucker's horn.

Keeping my eyes on the road was difficult. Autumn's feet were pressed firmly against the dash and her back was stretched in an arch. Her head was over the seat back and a low moan was coming from her throat. With my greatly widened eyes, I saw her cum.

I sped up and pulled away from the rig, barely able to concentrate on what I was doing. Autumn put her feet down and broke out with an outrageous giggle.

"Geez! I feel great!" she exclaimed, barely able to control herself. "It's been several years since I did that!"

"Well....I hope he liked it!" I replied exuberantly. I filled my eyes with the dimly lit sight of Autumn's nude form. Her firm 34-C's were in full view and the pale complexion of her torso glistened.

There was a brief moment of calm and Autumn leaned over toward me. We were moving at nearly 80 miles per hour when she placed her hand in my crotch. I could feel her thin fingers wrapping my stiff cock through my shorts.

"You're gonna like it a whole lot better!" she purred. "Why don't you pull off at the next exit?"

I did exactly as she said and left the highway at Exit 99. We were on some unknown 2-lane blacktop that led to some unknown destination. After driving a mile or two I turned onto some unmarked dirt road and urgently sought a pull-off.

With the van safely tucked beneath the boughs of a few large oaks and only a hint of moonlight streaming through the leaves; I put the lever in Park and turned toward Autumn. My cock was about to explode on the spot.

Autumn quickly jumped out of her seat and moved between us toward the back. I followed faster than the proverbial speeding bullet, pulling my shirt off as I moved. She was lying on her back and I had to pause for an instant and drink in the sight.

Her breasts were as temples. adorning an unbelievably well-sculpted body. The knees of her shapely legs raised and her feet were flat on the carpet; spread just wide enough to expose her delectable crease of delight. Her arms were outstretched and inviting me to join her.

She reached and assisted as I fumbled urgently with the button and zipper on my shorts. Within seconds my shorts and briefs joined Autumn's limp attire on the floor of the van. My stiff cock sprang free and the cool night air flowed over my heated balls.

I stretched myself over Autumn and kissed her. Our tongues entwined hotly. My hands roamed freely roamed every exposed inch of her naked body. My teeth took in her excited nipples one by one. My mouth moved down her valley and across her navel.

Autumn opened herself as my tongue reached her silky crease and eagerly lapped up the awaiting dew. She made no attempt to resist as I spread her further and my probing tongue slid upward and made contact with her distended bud. It swelled even further as I took the tasty morsel in my teeth, gnawing gently and flicking the delicate tip with my tongue.

A warm gush of her creamy syrup flowed across my chin as she stiffened and came.

No words were spoken. Autumn simply tugged on my head and pulled me upward and over her. The moment had come to take this lithesome creature into my possession. Her eyes were wide open and as I hovered above her. She was inviting me to take her quickly.

Her arms were around me as I felt the thick, swollen head of my eager member slip just inside her wet furrow. Her well-moistened lips yielded easily as I lowered my hips and descended further into her fluttering channel. Autumn's inner muscles tightly gripped my shaft when I made that vital, final lunge.

Autumn wrapped her legs around me. She could feel the rapid pulse from the throbbing of my yearning cock. I was planted firmly in her taut canal and began the natural motion of carnal lust.

Each time I lowered myself with forceful vengeance, she would raise her hips to meet my blow. My passions were out of control and within moments I was pounding Autumn like a master carpenter.

She began to tense up and the low wail from her throat became nearly ear-splitting as she clamped her vice-like legs around me and came. My balls tightened and the delicious sensation welled up in my loin. Autumn could feel the undeniable expansion of the crown of my cock.

My own loud whimper echoed through the van when that first powerful jerk from my lusty cock sent a molten stream of frothy cream splattering against the walls of Autumn's flooded cave and mixed with juices of her own tumultuous release.

"Oh God! I can feel you cumming in me!" Autumn exclaimed.

I couldn't speak. My balls were drawn tight and my cock was convulsing rapidly. I was feeling the balmy flow of Autumn's juices trickling on my sack as it I pressed against her center.

"Geez! Keep cumming! It's so hot!" Autumn ranted.

Autumn kept her legs wrapped securely around me as I finished. I'd been with several women, but couldn't recall a time when I had cum so hard and so much. Nor could I recall a time when any woman I had been with had invited me so openly and unashamed.

My senses began to return as those final weak spasms subsided and Autumn relaxed her legs. I soaked in her treasure for a few moments and withdrew my shimmering, weakening tool. She curled up beside me after I rolled off her.

Strange as it may seem, I found myself wondering why Danny wasn't tapping this every chance he could. It had been less than an hour since we left Danny's drunken ass passed out in his living room, but I found myself instantly addicted. I was addicted to the pleasant feel of her nicely rounded bum, the creaminess of her breasts, the sweet taste of her free-flowing nectar, and last but not least, to her sense of adventure.

Something else occurred to me. I had just fucked some other guy's wife. Something I had never done. I suppose a similar thought had just run through Autumn's head as well. She had a leg tossed over me and I could feel our sticky remnants on her thighs.

"I've never cheated on Danny before," she told me.

"Well....I guess we're even." I said slowly. "I've never done it with a married woman before."

"Don't worry about my marriage. I'll take care of that," she said bluntly.

I had a feeling I knew what she meant by that, but it turned out, I was way off base.

"I guess I should be getting you home," Autumn said. "It's getting late."

I nodded my agreement. It was nearly 1:00AM. We kissed and then I reached for my clothes.

"Ooh! I have to pee!" Autumn announced abruptly. She opened to side door and unabashedly hopped out of the van without a stitch on. I was left staring at her cute little ass disappearing into the darkness.

By the time I heard the rustle of leaves announcing Autumn's return, I had put my shorts on and was sitting in the doorway. My eyes were totally transfixed on her as she walked back up to me. The cool night air had hardened her nipples once more. She stopped directly in front of me and placed her hands on her hips.

"What are you staring at?" she asked with a pleasing smile.

"Well....I don't get to see a naked lady walking out of the woods every day!" I replied jokingly.

"Clothes are sooooo over-rated! Don't you think?" She put her arms around me and pressed her tits into my bare chest and we kissed. I lay back in the van with Autumn on top of me. She felt the resurrecting bulge in my shorts pressing against her.

We were half in and half out of the van and Autumn began tugging on my shorts. She dropped them on the ground just outside the door. My stiff cock was standing straight up and my balls drew up as the chilled air moved across them.

Autumn quickly straddled me and took me in hand. A moment later I was once again slipping into her velvety abyss; completely impaling her. I kneaded the firm flesh of her butt cheeks and moved my hands to her breasts. She began grinding her hips into me and her chest was heaving from heavy breath.

I began thrusting upward to match her movements. Her motion quickly became more urgent and I began driving into her more forcefully. Autumn arched her back and stiffened. A low wail escaped her throat as she came. Her warm fluid flowed over my chilled balls.

The sensation sent me over the edge again. Autumn's muscles clinched me tightly as my cock jerked violently and I splattered her insides with a fresh load of tepid pearl.

Autumn collapsed on my chest as we finished. We held each other for a while, until we were startled by a rustling of leaves. Seeing nothing, we concluded it was just a breeze.

In the heat of our lovemaking I hadn't given much thought as to how openly exposed we were. We were clearly well secluded, but it felt odd.

"I guess we really should go this time," Autumn commented. "But I could do this all night," she added.

After reluctantly dressing, Autumn drove me home and dropped me off.

Before falling asleep, I thought a lot about that evening. Autumn had turned out to be quite a surprise package. She was definitely the most adventurous and spontaneous gal I'd ever run across. I was also wondering how I would react the next time I saw Danny.

The phone rang about eleven o'clock the next morning. It was Danny.

"Hey! Steve! Are you missing something?" he asked tauntingly.

"Huh?" I asked sleepily.

"Your truck! Did you forget your truck last night?" he chided.

"Oh.....yeah....I guess so," I answered.

"Autumn told me she gave you a lift home last night. I guess we really tied one on buddy! Anyway, you could have slept it off over here." he said.

"Thanks, but I didn't want to impose." I told him, while thinking about my ride home.

"I'll pick you up after while and bring you over here." he told concluded.

"Thanks."

Danny picked me up about an hour later. Nothing unusual was said or occurred as we drove, yet I felt awkward. Autumn was in the shower when we arrived and Danny offered me a beer. I had intended to simply get my vehicle and leave, but for some reason I wanted to remain long enough to see Autumn before I left. I accepted the beer.

We were sitting on the back porch, in the same seats Autumn and I had occupied the previous night, when she joined us. She was wearing white shorts and an eye-popping, light summer blouse. The fabric was extremely thin and Autumn's braless nipples were clearly outlined.

Autumn and I exchanged knowing glances whenever Danny wasn't looking and I had trouble keeping my eyes away from her nearly visible tits. There was an obvious, uncomfortable tension between Autumn and Danny.

"Why don't you just show your tits to the whole fucking world?" Danny said sarcastically.

Autumn reached down and grabbed the hem of her blouse. "Well! Maybe I just fucking will!" she retorted sharply. "You're always too drunk to notice anyway," she added. She didn't pull up her blouse, but she did get up abruptly and go into the house.

I didn't want to be in the middle of a quarrel. "I'd better be going." I told Danny.

"No!" Danny almost shouted. Then in a much calmer voice added, "Stick around. Have another brew. If you leave I'll have to put up with her all afternoon. She's just in one of her bitchy moods."

"OK. One more. But then I've really got to go. I have some things I need to do at home." I told him.

While we were downing another, I could see Autumn at the screen door. She'd been standing there listening to us. Danny's back was to her and he wasn't aware of her presence. She motioned me to come in and disappeared.

I told Danny I needed to ?pay the rent' on the beer and got up go to the bathroom. Autumn met me on the way.

"Meet me at the Hideaway," she whispered. "Do you know where it is?"

This was an unexpected turn of events. I knew the Hideaway was a small tavern near the interstate. I also knew there was a cheap motel next to it.

"Sure." I whispered back.

When I came back to the porch Autumn was telling Danny she was going out for a while.

"Don't let the door hit you in the ass!" he told her bitterly.

I stayed for one more beer with Danny. I didn't think it wise to leave too soon after Autumn. He was mostly expounding on his misery regarding Autumn, but it was obvious his misery was coming from the massive amounts of alcohol he consumed. Naturally, he didn't acknowledge that fact.

I left about 30 minutes later, despite his insistence that I stay and watch a ballgame with him.

I saw Autumn's van parked at the Hideaway when I turned off the exit and the dark clouds gathering in the distance. She was sitting at the bar sipping a Jack & Seven. She hopped off the stool and gave me a big hug and kiss.

"You see what I have to put up with!" she said as we sat down. She didn't have to tell me. I already knew.

I ordered a beer and we chatted for a while. Our hands kept mysteriously finding their way to each other's legs and waists and you name it.

"Well....you can't sit in a bar all afternoon." I told her. "What do you want to do?"

That mischievous grin came back to her face. "There's a motel next door," she said with a wink.

I'd just spent the last 45 minutes touching her bare legs and staring at her tits through that flimsy excuse for a blouse. There'd been a twitch in my crotch the whole time.

We left our vehicles at the bar and strolled over to the motel. The clouds were closer now and more ominous. The desk clerk had a knowing smirk on his face when we checked in and he handed me the key to room 209.

The wind was picking up and we could hear the rumble of thunder as we made our way to the room. The curtain was wide open as we entered the room and Autumn once again showed a streak of exhibitionism. She twirled around in front of the window and swiftly pulled off her top.

"There! Now the whole world CAN see my tits!" Autumn exclaimed, standing with her arms spread and her firm globes jutting toward the glass. A second later the sky and room lit up from the sudden flash of lightning followed by a loud, instantaneous clap of thunder.

Autumn screeched and jumped straight in my arms.

"Maybe the WHOLE world isn't quite ready for those!" I joked. "But I am." I added.

She was still in my grasp and I was rubbing the smooth flesh of her bare back. I reached for the drawstring and closed the curtain; shutting out the storm in anticipation of the tempest closer at hand.

Autumn tugged at my shirt and I pulled it off. I could feel her hardened nipples against my ribcage as she again pressed into me. My hands moved down her back and slid beneath the waistband of her shorts and panties to cup her round ass cheeks.

By now my cock had risen fully and she could feel me pressing into her. I kept my hands in her shorts and slowly moved her backward toward the bed; stopping just at the edge and kissing her. Our tongues were hotly entwined and Autumn began unfastening my shorts.

"You deserve a treat!" she said playfully as she sat on the bed and hastily yanked my shorts and briefs down my legs.

I was hoping I knew what that meant and she didn't disappoint me.

Autumn took hold of my swollen member and cupped my balls. She pulled me tightly, bringing the foreskin nearly over my purplish head. I shuddered as she leaned forward and I felt her warm tongue run from underneath the base of my cock to the tip.

She kept lightly squeezing my balls and stroking me as my bulbous head vanished between her lips. Her hot breath felt good against my pubis as she circled my head with her tongue and flicked the tiny slit.

My breath and pulse quickened. She worked me over like no one ever had before. She seemed to sense my increasing arousal and began stroking me more aggressively. My hands were on her shoulders and the nape of her neck when I felt that delectable tension begin to build in my loin.

Again, sensing my condition, Autumn began stroking me rapidly and flicking my slit with the tip of her tongue. My balls drew tight and the head of my cock swelled immensely. I let out an audible groan and my knees nearly buckled when that first jolt of release sent a searing stream of molten pearl splashing against Autumn's tonsils and down her throat.

The heated cum continued to well up from my loin and spurt into Autumn's mouth. She held my jerking member firmly; expertly gulping every drop until my spasms subsided. As I finished and she released me with plop, she wiped a small drop from the corner of her mouth with her index finger and seductively licked it away.

Autumn was beaming ear to ear and looked up at me. "Did I make you feel good?" she asked coyly.

"Ummmm! My God yes!" was my satisfied replied.

Autumn scooted back on the bed and I joined her. I instantly took her right breast in my mouth and squeezed her left with my hand. Her nipple was unusually rigid and hot as I teased it with my teeth and tongue. She let out a very light, yet pleasurable moan and then gently pushed me away.

"OK! My turn!" she exclaimed playfully. Autumn lifted her hips and reached down to swiftly doff her shorts and bikinis in one fell swoop. The sight was gorgeous. Autumn's light brown landing strip of curls was gone! Her apex was smooth, bare, and inviting.

"You like?" she asked with a glint in her eyes.

"What's not to like?" I answered.

My hand instantly shot to her pubis and lightly rubbed the tantalizingly exposed flesh. Autumn's entire center felt like a fine silk to my wandering fingers. As I drew my fingers up along her crease I gathered a small bit of dew.

I couldn't wait to dive into her valley of delight. I rolled off the bed and grabbed Autumn's legs, dragging her diminutive form to the side. I knelt at the side of the bed, wrapped my arms under her knees and around her thighs, pulling her legs over my shoulders. Her inner thighs were pressing against my temples.

Autumn's sweet womanly scent struck my nostrils. Her pouting outer lips were swollen and I dabbed my tongue ever so lightly against her tender flesh. I heard her soft sigh when I licked away the tiny droplets of her excitement. I ran my tongue upward, along her crease and used my hands to spread her gash. I felt her body jerk and then tense when the tip of my exploring tongue made that first vital contact with Autumn's distended bud.

Her hips arose from the surface of the bed and she pushed apex toward me. My teeth gnashed gently at her clit and brought forth the primeval lust of her craving. While gnawing nimbly at her swollen blossom I moved my hands upward along her torso and chest, in search of her breasts and engorged nipples.

With a nipple between each thumb and forefinger I squeezed tightly. I could feel the vital rise and fall of her chest as her arousal amplified. The muscles in her thighs began to tighten and press against the side of my head. Autumn's warm flow was prominent and I could feel her warm stream of desire on my chin.

"Geez! Oh God! Don't stop!" she wailed.

My cock's resurrection was complete. I listened to Autumn's squeals until her legs clamped so tightly against my ears that I was momentarily deaf. Her body became as stone when she reached that instant of ultimate bliss. Her balmy nectar flowed freely as she came.

Seconds later I felt her legs relax ever so slightly.

"Fuck me! Fuck me now!" she commanded.

I released my grip. As soon as I did she rolled over on her tummy. In a flash she drew her knees beneath her with her round little bum pointing toward the edge of the bed. I was at once on my feet with my erection jutting outward like a hungry snake.

Wasting not an instant, I guided my reawakened spear toward her slippery gash. I saw the bloated head of my cock nestle between her puffy lips and rapidly disappear as Autumn's outer lips engulfed it. With one forceful shove I entered her narrow cavity and felt the snug fluttering grasp of her wanton canal.

I steadied myself, placing my hands on her hips, and began my abandoned thrusts. Autumn's right arm moved downward and her fingers sought her clit as I pounded her from behind. My balls slapped both her pussy and the edge of her hand as I lost all sense of time and space.

The motion of Autumn's hand ceased abruptly and her body froze once more. I could hear her faint whimper as she came. I tightened my grip on her hips and began pistoning into her slurpy tunnel. She propped herself up on her hands and ground herself against me.

It was apparent from my quickened pace and the louder wails escaping Autumn's throat that we were both approaching that delicious peak. Her head snapped back and her spine curved when I groaned and made that deep, final plunge. My cock swelled and jerked violently, sending a blistering surge of fresh cream to mix with her warm honey.

Autumn pushed her adorable bum firmly against me and her spasmimg muscles drew every precious molecule of cum from my shuddering pole. I maintained my hold on Autumn as we finished and I soaked in our balmy mixture.

When I reluctantly let go and withdrew, Autumn eased herself across the bed and rolled on her back. I could see the shimmering residue on her freshly shaved pussy and thighs. Her chest was heaving as she struggled for breath. I crawled beside her and put my arm around her. My slippery, spent cock rested on her leg.

"Thanks," Autumn said slowly and sincerely. "It's been a long time since anyone fucked me like they meant it."

"Thank you too." I said. "You're the best lay I've had in a while. Maybe the best ever!"

Autumn rolled toward me and we simply lay there silently in each others arms for quite a while.

I found my thoughts wandering to her drunken husband and wondering why he would choose alcohol over Autumn's luscious body and open sexuality. My mental plans to sample her delights one more time that afternoon were thwarted when Autumn's cell phone rang.

"I guess I'd better answer it." Autumn said with a grimaced expression.

I slipped into the bathroom to relieve myself while she talked to Danny. I heard her telling him she was just out driving around and heard her say ?OK' and Bye'.

"He's pretty fucked up. I know it sucks, but I'd better go see about him." Autumn told me. "But, we'll get together again soon!"

Autumn took a quick shower. I was watching as her sexy bald pussy disappeared beneath her shorts and those magnificent tits were covered. She gave me a long goodbye kiss and headed out the door.

I showered myself and left soon after. The rain water was dripping off the side of the building as I made my way from the motel to my truck. Driving home, I found myself reflecting on all that had transpired in the last twenty-four hours.

Was I supposed to feel some level guilt about sleeping with a friend's wife? Somehow, I didn't, but my senses told me the best course of action would be to distance myself from Danny and Autumn. How often do we listen to our senses?

I didn't see Autumn or Danny during the next week, but I heard from Autumn every day. She was a regular voice whenever I answered the phone. She never said much about Danny. Mostly she talked about how good she felt when she was with me and how she appreciated me finding her ?worthwhile', as she would put it.

The most relevant phone calls came on Friday. The first call was around lunch time. Autumn informed me Danny had lost his job. Apparently he had showed up late for work one time too many. Just before I left my own work, I got a call from Danny. He wanted to know if would meet him at one of the local watering holes for a brew. He didn't mention his job loss.

I agreed to meet Danny, but not because I terribly worried about him. I'll admit it. I went because I figured it would ultimately lead to another rendezvous with Autumn. That turned out to be a correct assumption, but the path was rocky. Before going to the bar I called Autumn and told her I was meeting Danny.

Danny was at the bar when I arrived around six o'clock. There were a couple of people from the place he used work as well. I doubt they really cared, but they kept consoling him about ?how he got screwed' by the evil company and how ?the boss had it in for him all along'.

It was quickly obvious Danny had been there quite a while. He wasn't drinking his usual beer. Instead he was downing shots of tequila and lime and following that with an occasional rum and coke. His buds from work left about an hour after I got there and wished him well. I don't think he even knew who they were by the time they left.

I was on my second beer when Danny ordered another drink. The bartender told him he didn't think he needed anymore, but gave in when I promised to drive Danny home.

"Just one more." The bartended said. "Then this guy's cut off. Make sure he leaves with you," he added.

I gave the bartender my word and turned to Danny. At first, Danny didn't want to go along with my plan to drive him home. He agreed after I told him I was simply returning a favor. "Afterall, Autumn gave me a ride last weekend and you picked me up the next day to get my truck." I told him.

"You really need to call it a day." I went on to say.

"Yeah. I know. But my job isn't the only problem." Danny said in a very slurred voice. "I think Autumn is screwing around."

Shockwaves went through me. I was actually glad he was too drunk to make any sense.

"Why would you say that?" I asked cautiously.

"Keep this between us," he slurred on. "but, I found a stash of birth control pills in the house."

"So?" I responded with continued caution.

"She knows I can't make babies!" he said loudly.

I suspect the whole bar heard him. It was extremely awkward.

"We tried when we first got married, but the doctor figured out I just didn't have enough........well you know." Danny told me a bit quieter.

I nodded my understanding and told him we should get going. I really didn't know how to respond to his comment. I was just glad he didn't know I was the perpetrator, or maybe there was more than one perpetrator. I didn't really care.

About ten minutes later I finally drug him out to my truck. I called Autumn to announce ?we were on our way' and soon delivered him safely home. Autumn was sitting on the front stoop in her robe when we arrived. She helped me get him stumbling into the house and we plopped him unceremoniously on their bed.

"Screw you!" Autumn said, looking at Danny with disgust.

I just shook my head. Then she turned and threw her arms around me a planted a warm, wet kiss on me. I felt pretty clumsy standing beside Danny with his wife in my arms.

Autumn grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the living room. Her demeanor had completely reversed.

"I thought you'd never get here!" she exclaimed excitedly. Then she embraced me again and noticed my nervous glance toward their room.

"Don't worry about him! He's out for the night! Trust me!" she said. "Want a beer?"

"OK." I answered slowly.

Autumn went to the kitchen and disappeared. A few moments later I heard her shout.

"Hey Steve!"

I looked toward the doorway. She was peeking around the doorframe with a grin. Then she tossed her robe through the doorway and toward the sofa where I was sitting. My eyes became glued to the doorway. I was expecting her to walk through it naked. I was pleasantly wrong.

Autumn suddenly appeared, holding two beers, and struck a pose. "What do you think?' she asked demurely.

"Wow!" was all I could utter.

My eyes were riveted to her. She was clad in the sheerest, sexiest black bra and thong set I'd ever seen. She turned and wiggled her cute ass at me. The slender black strip of her thong disappeared invitingly into the cleft of her creamy white cheeks.

Autumn turned once again toward me and sauntered as she approached. That awkward feeling yet again came over me briefly, knowing her husband was behind a wall just yards away. Sure, he was passed out and unlikely to rise to any challenge, but yet....'what if?' crossed my mind.

During the past week I had yearned to once more savor Autumn's womanly delights and the growing sensation in my crotch quickly erased all fear of the close proximity of her spouse.

When she bent over to set the bottles on the coffee table she deliberately wiggled that round little as of hers directly in my face. I leaned forward and took a handful of cheek with both hands. Using my teeth, I took hold of the thin elastic band of her thong and stretched it away from her backside; drawing the vertical string tightly into her divide.

I could tell from the way Autumn drew a sharp breath and the way her body tensed that she enjoyed the sensation. She let out a muffled yelp when I released to waistband; sending it against her lower back with a snap.

She promptly turned toward me and straddled my lap. There was a hungry look of lust in her eyes and her flesh was hot to my touch as we embraced. She buried her tongue in my mouth and ground her hips into me; raring back as we broke, Autumn firmly shoved her crotch against the obvious bulge in my shorts.

"You want some of this?" she teased.

A low, guttural "Ummmm!" came from throat as I gazed at her scantily clad body. Her rigid nipples strained against the dark, thin fabric. I leaned forward and took one between my teeth, gnawing feverishly through the flimsy lace. I let loose only long enough to pull away the front of her lacy bra and free her swollen breasts and bare her rosy pink nipples.

While I gnawed at her inviting nipples, my hands moved between her thighs toward the focal point of my interest. The scarce panel of her thong was soaked with the warm fluids of her arousal.

Autumn slid back on my legs and began unfastening my shorts. Her hand shot abruptly beneath my briefs and grasped my throbbing rod. In the next instant she raised herself up and began tugging. I raised my hips, allowing her to pull the cotton barriers away and my shorts and briefs were crumpled around my knees.

My fingers easily pushed aside the satiny obstacle to her opening. With her knees on the sofa cushions, she rose up and then lowered herself on my upright member, guiding the head of my cock toward her slick outer lips.

Her sense of urgency was apparent. My cock slid effortlessly into her quivering canal as she lowered herself on my lap and began to sensuously grind herself into me. I quickly met her rhythm and began pumping upward. The panel of Autumn's thong slid and would rub my shaft as I moved in and out of her.

With one nipple in my mouth and Autumn's ass cheeks firmly in my grasp, we moved together as one entity, with one goal. Our mutual lust had to be satisfied. Our heated tempo quickened. I don't think we could have stopped even if Danny had walked into the living room tried to pull us apart.

Autumn's nails dug into my shoulder blades and I released her nipple as that moment of glory approached. She shoved firmly into my pelvis and impaled herself to the hilt of my cock as she stiffened and came. The tight grip of her inner muscles clamped around my swelling staff. My balls pulled tight and my cock convulsed violently.

Gush after gush of heated seed shot upward into Autumn's canal. Her own liquid passion let loose with a fury. The warm flow of our mixed juices streamed over my balls and onto the sofa beneath us as we came.

Autumn fell forward upon my chest as she finished and my violent jerks reduced themselves to the weak jolts of finality. We held each other panting while I soaked myself in her.

A short while later Autumn's ears perked up. She moved back and smiled.

"Listen." She said.

I cocked my head, straining for any sound. Nothing registered at first.

"What?" I asked.

"Can't you hear that?" she inquired.

I strained my ears to listen. Finally I heard the low rumble of Danny's snore coming from the bedroom.

"Unbelievable! Isn't it?" Autumn said as she rose up and my weakening cock slipped out of her with a plop. She sat beside me and pulled her bra up, covering her once bared nipples.

Yes, it truly was unbelievable. The danger of being witnessed had added some strange level of excitement. For Autumn and me, that evening turned out to be our most memorable together.

Autumn stripped out of her soaked thong and put her robe back on. I went to the bathroom and recomposed myself. The two beers Autumn had brought out earlier had warmed slightly and the condensation was dripping from the bottles, but we sat on the sofa and drank them anyway.

About a half hour later we heard Danny clumsily stumbling toward the bathroom and a couple minutes later he poked his head around the corner. He wasn't coherent, but even if he had been, Autumn and I looked perfectly innocent. We just laughed as he noisily stumbled back to bed.

*****

Over the following three months Autumn and I got together when we could. We became regulars here at the motel by the interstate. This seemed to be the safest place for our occasional trysts. We didn't fall in love, but we had a definite fondness for each other, and we certainly fit together well in the sack.

The cordial friendship between Danny and I faded, as I became as tired of his drinking as Autumn had. As far as I know, he never knew it was me tapping Autumn, but he was sure someone was.

Autumn is in the process of breaking free by divorcing Danny and leaving for Idaho tomorrow morning. Why Idaho? You'd have to ask her. She left me an open invitation to visit. I've never been to Idaho, but I just might make a trip soon. One never knows what one might find. But right now, Autumn is rubbing my cock and its in full glory. I'm going to have one last go at Autumn before she leaves. See ya.