No, Honestly

I turned back to him, my hands reaching to his face, and watched as he put one hand on my shoulder, and pulled at a strap. I turned my head, watching his other hand on my shoulder, too, moving that strap, too.

He pulled the straps along my arms. I was without modesty, without shame.

I wanted him to see me.

I dropped my arms to in front of me, down, and the cups, already loose, fell away, and that garment was gone, too. My breasts, exposed, in view now, my nipples were telling him of my own excitement, telling him something he already knew.

My hands were already close to my hips - I found the tops of my pantyhose, and pushed that down, too, to my thighs. Now I was exposed, too, and I didn't care. I sat on the bed, pulled my pantyhose free of my legs and feet.

Free of clothing - nude, both of us!

Another embrace, another kiss, our bodies in total contact now, tongues together, and breasts against chest, and cock hard against my belly, his hands on my buttocks again, fondling them. . .

"Wait," I said again.

I stood beside the bed, pulling at its cover. "Get that side," I motioned toward the other side of the bed.

We pulled the cover off the bed, and the blanket, and the top sheet.

And looked at each other, on opposite sides of the bed, looking like a white altar, ready for a very human ceremony.

He reached across it, and I did, too, our hands meeting, pulling, so that we were kneeling, facing each other.

His hand on my neck pulled to the side, and he and I both lay down, on our sides, not quite touching, but close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from him.

He moved toward me, and I, turning to meet him, met his lips, and found myself pushed back, him over me, our mouths open, this kiss beyond seduction, even beyond foreplay, as I felt his chest meet mine, pressing on my breasts. then the pressure of his cock, pushing at me, my legs opening, welcoming him - it - between them, my knees lifting, guiding his hips, centering him over me.

"So nice," he muttered, his lips moving to my throat, as he slid his body lower, until his lips met my breast.

Good! He wasn't rushing! I had a hand under that breast, lifting it, holding it, making it easier for him, for his mouth.

He stopped that, and moved up again. "So sexy" he said, taking my hand, my left hand, kissing it, kissing my fingers, putting my ring finger in his mouth, andI could feel his tongue and teeth on my wedding band!

"Oh" escaped from my lips, "my ring. . ."

He took that hand, and pushed it down, between us, rolling off me a little, lying on his side.

"Look at that!" he commanded.

He pushed my hand to his cock, wrapping my fingers around it.

I saw what he wanted me to, the glint of that ring, on that hand, on his cock!

"Watch."

He brought his own left hand to my face, his fingers gentle on my lips.

"Open them".

I did, and his ring finger found its way in, I could feel his wedding ring, too, as my tongue wet his fingers.

"Now watch!"

He pulled that hand out, and let it his ring finger trace down, over my body.

To there!

I saw that finger stroking at my lips, pressing against them, along them, and watched as I tilted my pelvis up, presenting those lips to him, and watched as somehow my knees parted even more, widening me, and his fingers weren't just stoking my lips now, their tips were within them, and then the ring's glitter disappeared, in me!

"Oh" - so erotic, so sexy.

Dick used to do the same thing to me - I loved it!

His lips found my breast again, teasing it, while his fingers were busy in me, all of the stimulation working, until his fingers stopped what they were doing, and he moved from beside me, to on me, while his mouth stayed fastened to my breast. I could feel his cock, his penis, on my thighs, and I could feel how my thighs parted wider, allowing it between them.

He was being urgent now!

His mouth abandoned my breast, moved higher, to my neck, and his penis moved higher, too, closer, and then -

the fucking phone rang!!!

"Oh hell, only my husband knows I'm here. What'll I do??" I was panicking.

"Answer the phone. Talk to him. He'll be worried otherwise. But I'm not going to stop now," Edward said, reaching for it, handing it to me, and moving down again, kissing my neck.

"Hello?"

It was Dick - I knew it. He'd know what's happening!

"Honey, I'm so excited. Henry called here hours ago, you're going to get promoted to vice president!" Dick almost screamed. "I wish I was with you, I want to celebrate with you!"

I knew what he meant. A nice meal, some drinks, then we'd make love for hours.

"I wish you were here, too" I said, distracted by Edward's mouth, now fastened to my breast.

"Me too," Dick said, "I want to be holding you now."

"Me, too."

How could my voice be so steady while Edward was doing what he was doing to me?

"I wish you were in this bed with me, pretend to be, pretend to be next to me, I need you to, like we did when I was away last week, " he pleaded.

What a perverted idea - how could he want me to do phone sex with him when. . .. . . but I could. I could do that!

"I will. I'll do that, I'll pretend you're here," I said. It was a way we used for us to be close emotionally over the miles, over the years. It was a way of staying connected, we'd done it before, but never like this!

The stimulation I was getting from Edward made me realize I could. I could share sex with him, and phone sex with my husband at the same time!

I couldn't! I love my husband, I couldn't do that!

"I want you naked on your bed, just like I'm naked on this one" he said.

The phone was far enough away from my ear so that Edward could hear.

I had to do what he wanted, I had to please Dick. Other wise he'd know -I didn't want him to know!

"Honey, I am naked on this bed," I whispered into the phone.

Edward looked up at me, understanding.

"Good", Dick said, "will you touch yourself for me, because I'm not there? Can you get excited without me doing something to you?"

"Yes, yes, I AM excited," I assured him. "You get excited too. Dick, make yourself excited, too, get as excited as I am."

Edward moved higher, his face above mine, his erection pressing into me.

"I am," he grunted. "I want you to touch yourself or something, too. Do you have a vibrator or something you can use?"

I paused, glancing at Edward - he heard.

"I don't have a vibrator here, that's at home, honey, but maybe I can find something else I could use. . ."

I wouldn't dare, would I?

Damn right I would!

"Oh, I've got something. A tube, a tube full of lotion, that might be the right size," I whispered into the phone, while reaching down between us, to Edward's penis, my tube,that was the right size. Edward, no dummy, lifted up, knowing what was going to happen.

"Is it body lotion?" Dick wanted to know.

"Yeah, yes Dick, it's a tube of body lotion."

"Good, put some on you, use it, get all wet, put it in you!"

"Put it in me? Is that what you want me to do? I'll do that, I'll get it in me now," I said, knowing Dick thought I was teasing him, and Edward, Edward knew, he knew exactly. . .

"Dick, I'm doing it now. I'm holding it close, where you want it to be . ."

I guided Edward's penis to my vulva, moving it along its lips until its head parted them, and he pressed forward, pushing at me.

"I'm rubbing it along my lips, honey, exciting myself with it, it feels so good, can you imagine it..."

"You're getting me so hard," Dick said, imagining the wrong thing.

"It's hard to get it started, it's a little too big. I'll have to push harder - - -"

"Use some lotion, push harder, push it in," Dick urged, thinking he was urging me, but it was Edward who was doing the pushing. Edward, who heard my husband tell me to push harder .

"I'm, it won't. . ." I was saying to Dick, to Edward, then "- --OH!"

I hoped Dick couldn't hear our pelvises slap.

"Good!" came from the earpiece,

and I gasped out the paced

"oh,

oh,

oh"

that Dick was used to hearing from me, but they were sounds in keeping with Edward's motions.

"I'm doing it with you," Dick said.

There were no words spoken for a few minutes, just panting, Dick using his hand, and me using Edward.

"I'm doing what you want, Dick. . ." I told him.

"Do it, give yourself an orgasm," he said, grunting as he did that to himself, too.

Then, "I'm close, Dick," I said, truthfully.

"Me too," he said.

Edward looked at me, and whispered "I'm ready too."

It washed over me, a complete orgasm, and over Edward, too, as he pushed time and again, soundlessly, filling me with himself.

"Oh Dick, I'm coming, right now!"

Edward was still pushing, pressing as deeply as he could, thrusting, when Dick said "I made a mess of the bed cover."

"This bed's all wet, too," I told my husband. "Honey, go wash up, and change the bedding, and we can celebrate the right way tomorrow when I get home, OK?"

"OK, honey, I better do that, and clean up. I'll see you about noon. 'Bye. I love you." And Dick hung up.

I let the phone fall to the pillow, and met Edward's lips.

"I never dreamt of doing anything like that" I muttered, after that kiss ended, shame and modesty taking charge. I pulled a sheet over my body.

"No, no, lassie. That won't do."

He stood, and moved to the foot of the bed, naked, his cock not quite erect.

"That won't do at all."

He grasped the sheet, and started pulling. I felt it move under my arms, over my breasts, sliding down.

Until my breasts, then my stomach, my crotch, my legs, were all exposed, the sheet's progress down matched by his increasing arousal.

"We're not done yet, not by any means," he said. "Not me, and not you. Not for a while, yet. Come." He extended his hand.

I sat up, taking it.

He pulled, and I left the bed, following him, to the bathroom.

He turned the shower on, adjusted the temperature, stepped in, and gestured for me to get in, too.

Two warm bodies, soapy bodies, hands mutually washing, exciting each other, preparing each for the other.

Two large towels, rubbing, drying, providing excuses for touching, stimulating, helping us in something that was truly foreplay.

And back to the second bed in my room,

we were clean now,

hygiene not a restriction now.

He lay beside me for a moment, his penis not fully erect.

"I need a few minutes more for recovery, lassie, but there's no reason for us to not play."

He bent over me, his mouth on my neck again.

His tongue was electric, tracing from there to my ear.

He pushed a little at my shoulder, I rolled a bit away from him, and felt him move again, and now his tongue was doing its magic on the back of my neck.

Oh, that felt so nice, so erotic in a quiet way.

He pushed again, until I was on my belly, stretched out on the bed, arms reaching above my head, and I felt his weight on me.

That tongue touched my neck, then my ear, then lower, to my shoulder. He moved down, I could feel that, and his kisses were at the middle of my back.

Another movement,

and now, he was kissing my side. I wanted to roll back facing him, but he held me as I was, on my belly.

His mouth, his tongue, moved from my side, back to the middle of my back. It was the most erotic feeling. . .

Then lower!

His hands were on my buttocks, pushing, spreading, and his tongue was flirting there, too.

Fingers, tongue, I wasn't sure - excited beyond endurance, but not sure. . . .

then he moved off me.

"Come," he commanded, pulling at me, until I was kneeling beside him.

He pulled at my knee, positioning me, so I was kneeling above him, facing him, looking down at him.

He pulled at my buttocks, until my knees were on either side of his head.

Then, reaching over my legs, he pulled my knees further apart.

"Watch," he said, and looking down I saw his tongue touching my inner thigh!

He reached around my legs, his fingers meeting at my pelvis, and he pulled at my lips, opening me.

"Look," he commanded, as I, with my hands on the wall, pelvis thrust foreword, head bent down, saw myself being held open, saw my clitoris engorged, extending out, a little finger, but so sensitive.

I saw his lips purse, felt his cooling breath there, felt quivers extending all over my body, saw his tongue extend,

touch me!

Lick at me!

I moved foreword more, sealing myself to his mouth, feeling his tongue do what his penis should, touch and excite me.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked, knowing the answer.

A climax had washed over my body.

"Yes, I did. Your tongue was a penis for me, for my vagina."

"Maybe, then, it's time for your mouth to be a vagina for my penis. Turn around."

I did.

He reached, tugging at my knee, pulling it, until, until, until I understood, and moved, so that I was kneeling , a knee on either side of his head, this time looking down at his torso, his penis. I was in that classic 69 position, just like I saw in some of those porno films Dick used to rent.

"I've never done this with Dick," I told him.

"Then there'll be some new little mystery in his life when you do it with him tomorrow," he said, hishands on my back, pushing me down.

Then his arm went around the outside of my legs, over my thighs, reaching around me, spreading me again!

My mind went to our first kiss, just hours ago, when I let my tongue touch his. Now, his kiss would be very different. I was frozen in position, I could feel myself being spread by his fingers, feel myself being positioned. There was a sudden coolness, it was his breath, touching me where I was open, on my clit, again.

There!!! That touch, his tongue, it touched me there! My spine felt chills, as he found that special place, lightly touching it, exciting it, exciting me, again causing that spontaneous "oh!".

His arms, still around me, pushed at me, bringing my body lower, my face lower, to him.

"Now you, use your mouth on me, fuck me with it, let it be second pussy for my cock!!"

I bent over a little more, and opened my own mouth, and took him in it, returning the pleasure, and in the giving, gaining it, too.

He grew bigger, warmer, in my mouth, and then against my cheek as my mouth found his scrotum.

Over more, past that, under that, feeling him lift up, so I could touch his anus, too.

My own hand was pumping him, making him more erect, making him ready again, while he made me ready, too, kept me ready, and wet, and excited.

"That way, now," he said. His mouth had pushed me over the edge, I would use mine to push him.

I held his shaft in my hand, pushing down, pushing the foreskin down, exposing that purple head, so I could lick at it, and suck at it.

I began a masturbating motion, stroking him, following my hand with my mouth, feeling a pulsing, deep within him, and feeling him push up into me, his hand on my head pushing me onto him.

A burst, a salty taste, another pulse. . .

more of his passion escaped his cock, and found my throat.

But, he stayed hard, hard enough.

"Come on, put it in me again, do me again," I pleaded.

He pushed me to the side, I went, willingly.

And he rolled onto me.

It seemed so natural now to open my legs for this man, to this man, that I had known only a few hours.

And natural for him, so wet with my saliva, to slip so easily into me, so wet with his.

The room was only light enough for me to see his shadow, moving over me.

Of course there was the realization that I was cheating on Dick, feeling Edward's cock, moving in me, exciting me. That made it, forgive me, even more exciting.

Feeling him, feeling him move a hand down there, too, feeling both fingers and penis, and putting my hand there, too, feeling the wetness, and his cock, and me.

He pulled my hand up, pulled my wet fingers up, over his chest, his neck, his cheek, to his mouth.

"I want to taste you, too," he said, his tongue on my fingers, "even though we took showers, I could taste me in you..."

"And me, I want to taste us again, too," I told him, so he offered his fingers to my mouth, too, his fingers that were wet with me, so I could taste us, taste our passion.

It was enough, more than enough stimulation, for him to grow that little bit larger, that little bit warmer, enough so that as he pressed hard into me I could feel his pulse in his cock, and then more than his pulse, as he filled me again.

We slept, tangled in each other and the sheets.

There was a moment when I rolled over, forgetting where I was, my leg went over his hip, my head on his shoulder, just as I slept with Dick for all of these years. Only it wasn't Dick, it was Edward, awakening too, and my spread legs found him erect, and he rolled towards me, on me, in me. . .

And another moment, when I went from asleep to aroused because of someone kissing my ear, touching my breast, and I awoke in the darkness finding we both still had enough left to engage each other again.

It became morning "My flight to LA is at 8," Edward said at 5:30. He was mostly erect again. "Come here, let's do it one more time!".

I left the bed with him, and he positioned me at the low chest of drawers, in front of the mirror.

"Bend over."

I did, my arms supporting me, presenting myself to him, breasts hanging freely, back arched, so my buttocks were high, ready to receive him.

"Look up! Watch us in the mirror!"

I did that too, seeing a man behind me reflected in the mirror, his hands gripping my shoulders, and I reached behind me, and guided that cock to me again, so that when he flexed his hips, he was in me again! I could see enough of him, of his legs behind mine, a glimpse of his scrotum suspended between my legs, and I could certainly feel him moving in me, his pelvis slapping at my ass, his cock deep inside me, I could feel his heat, and feel enough dripping moisture to be cool on my legs, as he rode me, pulling my shoulders so I'd move onto him as he pushed into me, time and again, I was riding hard, and being ridden!

"Remember this - do it with your husband, and think about me fucking with you, and you, fucking with me, and I'll remember too, tomorrow, and forever."

He used all of the passion he was saving, I used all of the excitement I had experienced on the trip, and all of the sexual experience I had, as we coupled, satisfying each other and ourselves, until finally there was just time for a kiss good-bye, for him to pull on pants and shirt, and grab at other garments, and leave. I was left with the memory of him at the door, of his "Goodbye, lassie: remember me," of the door closing, of his scent throughout the room, the mess of our lovemaking.

I never even learned his last name! He never learned mine!

There was still time for a shower - I had to do that, I knew there'd be no time when Dick picked me up and took me home! The room was a mess, both beds, the bathroom, towels everywhere, traces of our fluids everywhere too. We were, Edward said, "Well and truly fucked, in the very best sense of the phrase."

Dick was waiting at the gate with a bouquet of flowers - so sweet!

The drive home took only a little while, just enough time for him to bubble over with my success.

"Come to the bedroom, I need you," was the first thing he said when we got to our house.

I went, and undressed more slowly than he did, finally joining him on the bed, feeling loose, not feeling excited, exhausted physically from lack of sleep, emotionally satiated with Edward's sex, but wanting Dick, wanting to please him, desperately wanting him to love me.

His needs were so urgent - and so easy to satisfy.

Then, when he was in me, pumping away, he pleaded with me: "Tell me about what it was like, when you used that tube on yourself last night. It sounded so great, so sexy."

Dick has a strong sense of the erotic. His efforts, and my memory, were removing the fatigue I felt. I decided to use the energy. "Oh, it was some tube. It was attached to the crotch of this New Zealander I picked up at the airport."