What To Do With Lynnette? Ch. 01

I couldn’t do anything as I listened to his words and stared at the road ahead of me, and I couldn’t prevent the sexy feelings rush through me as I listened to him. What he was saying and suggesting made the blood drum in my temples and my breathing become shallow and dizzying.

“At least let me look at your legs while you drive.” Brian said in a hushed voice laced with arousal.

My thighs rubbed against each other as I became more aroused and I gripped the wheel tightly with my sweaty hands, until I finally brought a tentative hand to my lap and finally began to gather my skirt and pull it up. My nipples were so hard they felt like they were going to burst and I pretended in my mind to be held over a barrel by the discovery of my indiscrete actions, weeks before, as my imagination started to beg for this compelled exposure.

I had to wiggle in the seat and continue shifting my weight to facilitate the upward movement of my skirt. I think I could have stopped with the hem half way up my thighs, but I continued. I tugged it here and there until I was no longer sitting on any of it. I thought Brian could see the sheer black panties I was wearing; I knew I could when I looked down, and I let my thighs part a few inches so we could both see well.

Neither of us spoke as he pretended to be invisible and I let myself get into what I was doing. I eventually tickled my fingers up my thighs, enjoying the sensations and exposure. When I made contact with the fabric of my panty, I sucked in a breath and then gently traced the lips of my pussy and the moist slit between them through my panty crotch. I wanted badly to slip my finger way up into my wet hole, but held off as long as possible.

“Do you take off your panties?” My invisible passenger asked, so quietly it was almost as though it was from my own imagination.

I didn’t answer; I just brought my thumb to slip into the waist of my panties and started to push them down. I did the weight shifting thing again as I worked them down, out from under me and off my legs until they were at my feet. I slipped out of them and then picked the panties up and placed them in Brian’s lap. With my sex open and exposed to my watcher, I built impatiently to serious masturbation so I could get to the cum I so desperately needed. By the time I came noisily, Brian had released his throbbing penis and was cumming all over the interior of my car as well. I looked briefly at his organ and froze. He was huge, and I kept my pussy clamped tightly in my hand as I imagined how it might feel.

He had given me directions to his house and we were nearing his exit so I tugged my skirt down a little so my pussy was now in peek-a-boo hiding. He could probably see my exposed lips if he leaned forward or if I moved my legs, but otherwise he could see no more than the dark hair of my bush. Brian re-secured his softening giant penis in his pants and refastened them. He broke his silence in giving me the final directions to his house, and as we sat waiting for the light at the entrance to his road he leaned over and gave me a kiss to say thank you.

It wasn’t wet and soggy, but he did slip me a little of his tongue for intimacy and slipped his warm hand between my thighs to press against my satisfied pussy. “Thank you.” He said sincerely. “Keep this warm and satisfied.” He added pressing noticeably against my slit. I had parted my thighs for him and my lips opened up so he was pressing against the moist inner surface in a very intimate way when he said it. We pulled up to his house and he got out, leaving me alone with my thoughts and memories.

I drove on home and wondered how far this thing with Brian might go. I was content with his assurance that he didn’t want to upset his marriage or mine and felt certain it would involve nothing more than this nasty but innocent sex play, but still the image of his large cock made me dizzy and kept me very wet.

We both traveled for the company and it wasn’t long before we found ourselves going to the same event in Orlando. We ended up in different hotels that faced each other, and as we exchanged information about our room locations, we found that our rooms looked out at each other. In the sexy banter we had shared since the ride home, I had confessed to him before my habit of leaving my curtains open when I traveled, and he made me promise not to close them just because he was across from me. He had already accurately guessed which room I was in because of the open window he had seen shortly after we had both checked in, and had even watched me change clothes for dinner before we exchanged room information.

We had dinner together the first night and then said goodbye and went our separate ways. When I got to my room I was excited, knowing he had already watched me and would be at his window again, not to mention the possibility of other guests being able to see me as well. I turned on the lights and went to the middle of the room facing the open window and started to undress. Everything I removed added to my own excitement until I was finally standing there completely naked. I moved and posed in front of the glass bending over and pulling my cheeks apart to open me up to his anxious eyes.

I lay on the bed with my pussy facing the window and masturbated unashamedly until I drifted off. I woke up at about three in the morning and climbed under the sheets after finally switching off the lights so I could get a few hours of sound sleep before 7:00 am. I had to hurry to get in and out of the shower in time to get to the restaurant for our 8:00 breakfast.

It was a busy day, and there was little time available for playtime pursuits until a larger group of us met for dinner. Brian sat next to me during our meal, and got me to remove my panties while sitting there at the table. The sexual banter and teasing continued throughout the evening and I found his fingers between my thighs often as he played with my pussy. I was turned on something fierce and wanted to cum badly, but he wouldn’t bring me all the way off. Before taking me back to my hotel, he wanted to show me what he could see from his room.

As we went to his 12th floor room (I was on the 10th) we were alone in the elevator and he pulled up my skirt and fingered my pussy like he had all evening. I was panting hard when the bell rang and as we started walking down the hall, he started to undress me. I was so excited I let him and we left articles of my clothing all along the hallway to the room. I was naked before we got to his door and when we got inside, he moved me to the window and stood behind me as he pointed out my room. He had not turned on the lights, but we were still illuminated from the lights on the other building as we stood close to the glass.

I leaned against the window and he fondled my nude body from behind as he brought me closer to orgasm. He lifted my left leg to rest it on the coffee table beneath the at our side and then he knelt behind me. He concentrated his lustful attention on my ass and pussy and had me tilt the angle of my pelvis to make my wet slit accessible to his mouth and tongue. Even though I was completely lost in arousal, I was shocked when he kissed and licked at my open pussy, then he drove his tongue deep into me and chewed on my sensitive flesh.

When Jerry and I were married, he wouldn’t go down on me. In spite of the fact that our church didn’t come right out and declare oral sex a sin, they said things about it that made him feel uncomfortable. When I became curious and interested after watching a porn flick on hotel pay per view, I remembered that he had said years earlier, that it was dirty and un-natural, and that any respectable woman would refuse to have anything to do with it. He held the same view toward sucking on his penis, so the only one that had been in my mouth was Stewart’s that single time before I met Jerry. I was reluctant to suggest we experiment sexually in any other way after he had expressed his strong opinions, and because he never made an effort to be adventurous or original.

God what Brian did felt good, I couldn’t believe how wonderful and wicked it felt as I almost raced to a shaking climax. Instead of letting me relax and mellow out in afterglow as I leaned against the glass, Brian continued to tease me lightly until I felt my need waking up again. While I was lost in the sensations of sexual foreplay, Brian had removed his clothes, but I didn’t sense his nakedness until he stood again and embraced me from behind. The feel of his naked skin on mine was electric as I finally sensed where this was likely to end up. As he leaned into me I felt his large member rising between my legs.

I couldn’t see his penis, but from what I could remember and feel, it was much larger than Jerry’s. I moved my hand down to touch it and it was huge. In the few porn flicks I had seen while alone in my hotel room, I was amazed at how large some of the actor’s members were. I thought it had to be trick photography or that the guy was some kind of a freak of nature, but here was one in the flesh that would rival any I saw on the screen. I sucked in my breath and felt dizzy wondering when he was going to push it into me.

I couldn’t let go of his tool as I stroked and fondled it to learn its detail. “That feels good.” Brian breathed into my ear. “Do you like it?” Silently I nodded my head yes. “Do you want it in you?” He asked and after a pause I nodded again. “Guide it in for me.” He said, and I lifted onto my tiptoes as I slid it up and down my gash, and then pushed the head into my wet opening.

“Oh shit.” I said, as I pushed back against the organ to slide myself onto it. Completely lost in lust and so dizzy I could barely stand I tried to suck his monster into my hole. “Oh god, push it in, push it all in please. Shit, fuck me with that big beautiful cock, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh yeeeeeesss. That’s it.” I drawled out as I felt it slide all the way into me. Then he pulled back out and pushed in again until he built a rhythm for sex that drove me wild. I had never been fucked like this in my life, I never knew a cock could feel like this. We weren’t making love. He was fucking the shit out of me, and I was fucking him.

I was in a dream and started to cum as soon as I felt him all the way inside me and it seemed like I came again and again every time he thrust his long fat prick into me. Brian had great stamina as he thrust that big beautiful shaft into me over and over for ten minutes at least before he increased his urgency and tempo as his balls boiled up to spew his sperm into me. By the time he was ready to cum he was lifting me off the floor each time he plunged in, and I screamed in ecstasy as he pumped stream after stream of hot potent cum deep inside my pussy.

I stayed there with him in his room that night and we fucked over and over all night long. He showed me every position imaginable and he filled me with his cum at least four times. I have no idea how many times I came. Far more than I ever thought possible. At about 4:00am, he sent me to the ice machine naked while he went toward the elevator to see if my clothes were anywhere to be found. I got the ice, but my clothes were gone.

After we showered that morning, I gave him my keycard that somehow I had hung onto and he went to my room to get some clothes for me to wear. When he got back he had brought a good selection of lingerie and not a lot else. I had to go back with a bra that looked a little like a bikini top and pair of shorts. He kept the other lingerie saying that I would need to come back and put each article on to model them one piece at a time for him before I could take them back to my room. Before I left he said, “By the way, your message light was blinking.”

All the way back to my room I worried that Jerry might have tried to call me the previous night and I was in total anxiety before I finally called home and caught Jerry before he left for work. No, he hadn’t called, but he wondered why it was that I had not been in my room to respond to the message until morning. Shit, I had given him cause for concern needlessly. Well I guess ‘needlessly’ was up for question. I had cheated on my husband, all night long, and I was afraid I would end up doing it again.

The next night was our last on the trip and Brian walked me to my room. This time he didn’t undress me in the corridor, but he did bring the lingerie I left with him that morning. He said the condition for getting it back was the same. For the next 40 minutes I paraded to and from the bathroom where I put on a lingerie fashion show for him one single item after another. Either my pussy or my tits were on display all the time and my lust rose and rose until I dripped juice as I walked around the room almost naked.

As we got to the end of the modeling pieces, Brian started to undress and was wearing less and less each time I came out and paraded. When he was naked and I was wearing my last bra, he threw me on the bed and climbed over me. He knelt over my head as he fed his big dick to my mouth. I had sucked on it numerous times the night before and I knew my job was to make it bob with arousal. When he pulled out and moved down to kiss my pussy I was already writhing in ecstasy when the electricity of sex was shattered by the ringing of the phone.

In panic, I picked up the receiver and heard Jerry’s voice. I think the suspicions from the morning call prompted him to call that evening. In desperation I tried to get Brian to back away, but he wouldn’t go even as I pounded desperately against his head. Brian finally looked up at me and just smiled wickedly. While I was trying to respond to Jerry’s questions, Brian was working his way up my body. He reached under me to find the bra strap closure I was laying on and un-hooked it. As I tried to resist he pulled it off so I was completely naked and then he sucked noisily on my nipples while I tried to hide the sounds from Jerry.

I had to tell Jerry I had just showered and was struggling to get dried off, and that the TV was on in the background. While Brian was trying to dive me mad with sex Jerry tried to carry on a normal conversation with his wife. Brian was probing at the entrance of my pussy with his big rod and whispered not as quietly as he should that he was going to fuck me better than my husband ever had with his big fat cock. As he pushed his meaty shaft deep into me I had to bite my knuckles to keep from screaming out in lust and finally told Jerry I had to go put something on, that room service was knocking on the door. I would have to call him back.

I tried several times to get the phone back into its cradle before it fell from my hand to the floor. I prayed that Jerry had already hung up but was too far gone to be able to stop what was happening. Brian plowed his thick penis in and out of me so fast the bed was banging into the wall and I was screaming as I came over and over. Again Brian and I stayed together for hours as we fucked and fucked long into the night.

The next day we checked out and prepared to leave in the afternoon, and on the way home Brian and I were able to talk about what had happened. Neither of us had intended for things to go as far as they did, but we couldn’t undo what had happened. I was determined to make it up to Jerry and he was determined to stay with his wife. The thing I couldn’t escape was the monotony and preoccupations Jerry and I had let slip into our own sex life. Try as I may, I couldn’t loosen him up and this was now much more frustrating because I had discovered how remarkable sex could be.

Maybe the illicit nature of our adultery made it seem more remarkable than it really was but the impressions and memories were real. At the same time the love that had been in my life with Jerry was still real and I didn’t really want to find sexual fulfillment outside my marriage with someone else, I wanted to find it with Jerry. In spite of the distractions we tolerated and the disappointments we felt in trying to get me pregnant I wanted our struggles to be resolved together.

My god I thought; in all of our fight for pregnancy, there was no conclusive evidence that either Jerry or I had physical problems that would prevent pregnancy with other partners if we weren’t together. I had been screwed silly for two days, and Brian had pumped more potent seed more deeply into me than any man had ever been. We had long since decided that birth control was unnecessary. What if I was pregnant with a Brian baby? How the hell could we ever deal with that on top of everything else?

I had felt the disappointment for so long, the idea that I could possibly be pregnant was both electrifying and terrifying at the same time. By the time our plane had landed and I was on my way home, I had only managed to get more confused about my life and what I had done, and more uncertain about how I was going to be able to resolve the many problems and complications that filled it. The biggest thing that bothered me was how much I had enjoyed being thoroughly fucked by Brian. I don’t think his large cock was the single source or cause of my excitement, but I think it became the symbol of it, so it also became my fixation, and I knew I would be vulnerable when he offered it to me again.

Psychologists have argued for years that the constant pressure of guilt was actually a subordinate cause for repeated offense. When something occupies your mind for a longer period of time, you are more likely apt to repeat the thing that caused the guilt. Clinical professionals have argued against religionists for decades that the best way to change or modify inappropriate behavior was to remove the issue of guilt. We have become a much more permissive society as a result. Religion, on the other hand maintains the best way dispose of guilt is by or through the process of repentance, and then abstinence.

I honestly questioned my own resolve to go through a humbling process of confession and repentance so I could be forgiven and forgive myself and move on. Especially since I couldn’t separate the mental preoccupation of my guilty conscience from the fantasy and memory of Brian’s wonderful fucking. Even as I drove home vowing to be a good and moral wife, I couldn’t get the symbol of Brian’s beautiful cock out of my mind. I pushed my pants and panties down and masturbated over the image of his thrusting prick all the way home to Jerry.

I was happy to see Jerry’s car at home when I arrived and ashamed of the things foreign to our marriage that had dominated my attention on the drive from the airport. I pushed the guilt aside and rushed into the house to find Jerry. I surprised him while he was cooking up a light snack to take the edge of appetite since we had planned to go to dinner after I got back from Orlando. He gave me a sweet but brief kiss, and looked deeply into my eyes as he asked. “Do you realize how much I love you Lynn?” I was surprised and touched by the warmth in his voice as I responded that I thought I did, and that I loved him just as deeply.

“Do you?” He asked, there seemed to be a look of, I don’t know, uncertainty, in his eyes for a brief moment, then he patted me on the behind and told me to get dressed so we could get an early jump on the Friday night dinner crowd. Jerry had asked me specific questions that related to details of the Orlando trip that made we wonder if he had any suspicions concerning it, but I thought that my guilty conscience might have been making me read things into his questions that weren’t really there and dismissed my worry.

Over the next few days, he asked about earlier trips, and how I spent my free time on them. Did I usually go out to dinner with work mates or did we entertain customers. When I had time on my hands, did I sit around my hotel room and watch pay-per-view or did I go sight seeing? I couldn’t imagine what the source of his curiosity was, and it almost made me feel defensive as I tried to answer his questions. When he wanted to know why I didn’t call him back at the end of my trip to Orlando until the next morning, after I had cut off our phone call the night before. I couldn’t very well tell him it was because Brian was pushing his big prick into me and that he had fucked the shit out of me over and over until after 3:00 AM, so the morning call was the best I could do.