Cute Girls

For a week or two, I either avoided or was not approached by anyone for sex. I was not sure why id did this, or maybe I may had lost my charm, I didn’t know.

Nearly two weeks after my Holly and Jenny encounter, I got an invite to an end of term disco, at Anna’s local town hall. After some confidence building I asked Helen to go with me, and on the night we turned up in the appropriate fancy dress, it was an “American night”. Most girls (including Helen, Anna, Alison, Debbie, Holly and Jenny) were dressed as cheerleaders. I’d turned up as an American baseball player, though most boys were dressed as American football players. The idea of the party was that everyone would sleep in the hall at night, and we would all go into town the next morning and go home.

However it had already been decided that some girls would go back to Anna’s house (where her parents had conveniently left her alone) in order to save space. What everyone else didn’t know was that I would be joining the girls that slept at Anna’s.

Helen and I danced most of the night, sometimes splitting off and dancing with other people, but always coming back and dancing together again. At around 11.00pm the DJ left, but the pizzas arrived. We all dug into a slice of pizza and Anna decided what was gonna happen.

She decided that She, Helen, Holly and Debbie would sleep at the house, while the rest stayed here. This surprised me. I didn’t think that Anna knew about me and the Holly/Jenny experience, but obviously she had found out. I wasn’t bothered. The rest of the girls would sleep in a separate room inside the hall, while the boys would sleep in the main area. After the pizzas everyone sat down and we played a game of spin the bottle/truth or dare. It was interesting to see how nervous some of the girls and boys were when they had to kiss each other, but even more interesting were the reactions whenever I got a dare (I dare not do a truth in case I was asked if I had slept with anyone, or who I’d slept with, or what I was gonna do later, etc). Everytime I was picked it would get more and more sexual. First it was a kiss, then feel the breasts, then hand up the skirt, and so on, however it didn’t get any further than me kissing the breasts of Alison. The people were amazed at how far I was willing to go, how far most of the girls were willing to let me go, and how little they seemed to mind. I noticed that John was trying to convince Anna to let him stay at her house this evening, but he made up a cock and bull story about her parents arriving early the next morning.

Eventually there was a unanimous decision (at about 1:30am) to go to bed. I decided to walk Helen to Anna’s house, for two reason: number one, so I could find my way to Anna’s house in the dark, and number two I am a gentleman by nature and it is only good manners to walk your date to her door (even when you are gonna see her in less than an hour and fuck the brains out of her and her friends). On the walk, Anna told me to appear in the next hour. I agreed and she said that all the girls would remain in their cheerleaders outfits.

I returned to the hall to find that the girls and boys had mixed and were no longer in separate rooms. Most of the girls were in the main hall, but only a handful of the boys were present. Apparently, they had gone to get some more booze. I said that I would go and try and find them.

Some of the girls were suspicious, but I said that I would be back as soon as possible. I didn’t care about their suspicions, I was more interested in the immediate future, which involved me, four girls, cheerleaders costumes and a whole lot of pleasure. I knocked on Anna’s door and Debbie opened it.

Helen gave me a deep kiss as I entered Anna’s house, she and Debbie led me to what I assumed was Anna’s parents bedroom (as it had a double bed). Anna began by explaining that Holly was going to be held down a year, so the girls had invited her to calm her nerves, knowing that I had already fucked her. As the new girl, apparently it was Holly’s turn to go first. I was still standing by the door, so Holly led me by the hand to the bed, and sat me down. She slowly slid my trousers down to my ankles and off, and then slid my boxer shorts off, exposing to the four admiring girls, my upright, rock hard prick. Holly kissed the head. I been waiting for this night since Anna had suggested it, and now it was just beginning. Holly engulfed my cock in her mouth, and sucked like a goddess, her tongue playing havoc with my head. I got into it, and without asking, used my hand to force her head onto my cock. I got no complaints, except the odd gagging noise, as I deep throated this beauty. I felt the pressure mounting, and said so:

“I’m cumming!”

Holly, however, made no signs of withdrawing and continued sucking me. I was surprised, as when with Ms Jones, Holly had seemed to dislike oral sex, but none of that mattered as my dick exploded and filled her mouth with cum. It was obvious that she couldn’t swallow it all, as I was extremely horny, so I withdrew my dick and let lashing of my cum land on her face and upper torso, soaking her cheerleaders outfit. I lay back on the bed, not exhausted, but just in ecstasy. Helen lay next to me, and kissed me. She slowly pulled my shirt over my head leaving me completely naked. She then rolled over ontop of me and straddled me. As I looked around, I could see none of the other girls, but I could here the shower on in the ensuite. Helen was now kneeling up, and was sliding her panties off. Still dressed as a cheerleader, she lowered herself onto my cock. She was still tight, but not half as much as when we first “encountered” each other. She began raising and lowering herself on my prick, and got up a steady rhythm. I meanwhile, used my hands to fondle her ass and breasts thought her top. She began screaming in delight, as she came, and I too began to feel the need to cum. I held her waist and began forcing her up and down harder and harder. I came and filled my date with an almighty wad of cum. this in turn made her cum. She collapsed onto me, as I lay in wait of what the other girls were doing in the bathroom showers!

To my surprise the other three girls came out of the shower, soaking wet, but still in their clothes. Such was the tightness of their cheerleaders uniform, was that I could easily see their tits. As I watched them, kiss and pinch each other, Helen disappeared into the shower and emerged soaking too.

I was horny again and needed to cum:

“Anna, Debbie, get over here, your turn!” I said

“Not quite,” said Anna, to my disappointment, “Holly here says you never fucked her in the ass. Before we get involved, you’ve gotta take her ass!” This made me happy.

Holly propped herself up against the wall, and I came in behind her. I took a tub of Vaseline from Debbie, and lubbed up my dick. I began by kissing Holly’s wet legs, them slowly working my way up her body, I lifted her skirt. She wasn’t wearing knickers. I kissed her ass cheeks, and them put lubricant in her hole. She grunted a little as my fingers went in, and I could feel her tightness. I removed my fingers, then positioned my member infront of her ass entrance. I pushed in slowly. She groaned in pain, and I could feel her ass muscles, tense around my prick. I began kissing her on the neck, and playing with her tits, through her sopping wet top, but she remained tense. I whispered in her ear:

“its much less painful if you relax!”

She did relax a bit, but she was still very tight. She continued to moan as pushed further and further into her. Anna saw this and positioned herself sitting under holly. She used her tongue to stimulate Holly, and her hands to stimulate my scrotum. I got the familiar feeling of when my dick could go no further, so I withdrew a bit and slowly began pumping. She moaned every time I went in, but soon got used to it, and I became a little more aggressive. Anna then left Holly, without orgasm, so I began pumping quite hard, and she began pushing herself onto me, till she came with ecstasy. Only a few seconds later my dick swelled and I dropped my load in Holly’s ass. Cum was dripping out of her crack as I withdrew myself. Anna took her into the shower, still fully clothed, and I could hear the familiar sound of kissing. (god I love lesbianism).

I walked over to Debbie, and began to kiss her. I was ready to get someone naked. I slipped off her sopping top, to reveal that she wore no bra. I used my tongue on her nipples and slowly slid off her skirt, leaving her completely naked. I pushed her onto her back on the bed. I walked up and slid my prick inside her, plenty wet. However after a couple of strokes, I withdrew my cock, much to Debbie’s annoyance. I lifted Debbie up and turned her around, so she was on all fours, I thrust my cock into her pussy, in and out, over and over again. She began moaning, but Helen hiked up her skirt and planted it infront of Debbie’s face. Debbie began eating her out, while I pumped her pussy from behind. Debbie came quite soon, and I soon after that, filling her pussy with my cum, and groaning in pleasure. But I noticed that Debbie had yet to please Helen, so I took over, using my tongue to stimulate her clitoris. I flicked and sucked and licked, and eventually she came. Normally I couldn’t stand giving oral sex to women, but there was something about Helen and Debbie and their beautiful crotches, asses and generally her bodies, which made me enjoy eating them out. But now Helen and Debbie were satisfied for the time being, but I was still hard. So I decided to venture into the shower.

I saw Anna and Holly fingering each other under their skirts while kissing. I walked over behind Anna and kissed her on the neck. She stopped kissing Holly, and grabbed my pecker with her hands. She then got down on her knees and began jacking me off. Holly followed suit and got onto her knees and positioned her hands on my cock. There were 20 nubile fingers masturbating me, in a shower. The girls looked gorgeous in their soaking outfits, and I couldn’t help myself from cumming quickly. It was a large load, and it shot all over Holly and Anna. Their faces, and hair, covered in my love juices. Anna engulfed my penis and sucked the last bit of cum out. She then stood up and kissed me, while using her hands to again stimulate my penis till it was hard again. She then guided my dick, till it was infront of her entrance. I then thrust up, and she thrust down, so I entered her rapidly. I pushed her against the wall, and ripped her top off, exposing her wet tits. I sucked on them as I pumped into her hard. I ripped of her skirt as well, so we were both naked. I held her against the wall as she hooked her beautiful legs around my back, and pulled me in deeper and deeper. I forced myself further and further in, harder and harder. She was now screaming with pleasure as I fucked her hard and fast. I could feel that I was gonna cum, so I stopped. I could feel that she too was on the brink of cumming too. She had made me wait, so I wanted to make her wait. She began sucking on my neck, obviously trying to entice me into re-entering her. I placed her on the floor and began rubbing my cock around her entrance. She was going mental, squirming around on the floor of the shower. Now I would have liked to make her suffer more, but at this point my dick was going crazy, and it took over my brain. I rammed my exploding cock into her quickly, she came immediately, and screamed in pleasure. She was so loud, I would swear that the guys at the hall could hear. I came within seconds, shooting my load hard into Anna. We lay back, both immensely happy. I would have been ready to relax after an intense fuck like that, but I was a man in demand. Helen came in and kissed me. She led me into the bedroom, where Holly and Debbie were fucking with didlo’s, like nymphos. Helen led me onto the bed, and lay me on my back. She climbed ontop of me:

“time for some quality time with my date!” she said

She slowly pulled her top off, exposing her sopping wet tits. I leant up and sucked on her tits for a while. She pushed me back, and removed her skirt, revealing everything. She lay and slid her tits all over my body, making me hard again. She used her hands to jerk me off for a couple of seconds, then guided my cock into her mouth. Her tongue worked like magic, and she sucked me good, but she didn’t make me cum, instead she released my member and slid her pussy onto my prick. She humped up and down for a while, then slid ontop of me. We kissed deeply as I fingered her ass. I then rolled ontop of her and we assumed the missionary position. I pumped for a while, and she came to orgasm. I stopped for a while, moved up the bed and fucked her tits for a while, still not cumming. Instead I went back and continued pumping in her pussy. I picked up one of the dildos Holly and Debbie weren’t using, and began using it on Helens ass and clit. I shot my load into her, rather quickly, but bring both of us to an immense orgasm. I lay next to her, and we kissed.

She spoke softly to me, “I want you to take me in the ass. I know you enjoy it, and I want you to be able to do it with me!”

This surprised me no end. Helen hadn’t liked when I first ass fucked her, and had specifically asked me not to, on our second encounter. I asked her whether she was sure, and she told me she was. The anticipation had me hard again. I reached over and got the Vaseline I had used on Holly, and lubbed up my dick and Helen’s ass well. I lay next to her, so as not to seem too domineering. I kissed her on the back of the neck, and down her back, then began using the dildo on her muff with my left hand. I held hands with Helen with my right. I slowly slid the head of my prick into her ass. She was relaxed, so the dildo was doing its job. I pushed further and further into her beautiful ass, till I could go no further. She had groaned a bit as it had gone in, temporarily clenching her buttocks and preventing me from going any further, but she always relaxed as the dildo worked on her clit. I began slowly pumping in Helens ass, slowly so as not to hurt her, but also as it was hard to get a steady rhythm going when I had no hand to brace myself. I was now seriously horny at the thought of cuming in my gorgeous date’s ass. Without warning she squeezed my hand tightly, and tightly clenched her buttocks, as she came to orgasm from my dildo work. The sudden clenching of her buttocks, squeezed my prick, which in response, shot its load up Helens ass. My dick went limp, and Helen calmed down. I whispered to her as I removed my member:

“How was it?”

“better this time,” she said, “we have to do it again, you know practise makes perfect.”

I looked over to the clock on the wall, 3:00am. I saw that Debbie and Holly were asleep on the floor, and Helen was drifting off herself. I thought of finding Anna and giving her another good fuck before I went to sleep, but I hadn’t got the energy. The night had gone well, so I lay my head down and fell asleep.

Following that experience I had some rather erotic dreams that night. I awoke with a jolt as someone grabbed my rock hard cock.

“Dreaming of me?” said Debbie

I was surprised to find Helen gone, leaving just Debbie and Holly.

“Among others” I replied, it was 7:00am. 3 hours till we had to meet everyone else. Debbie must have noticed that I was paying her little attention, as she decided at this point to lick the side of my prick. This of course got my attention. I sat up, so I was sitting over the edge of the bed. I noticed Holly was still asleep, but didn’t care. I used my hands to guide Debbie towards my member. I used my hands to make sure that she could not escape. She licked the underside of my prick, then took my balls in her mouth. The feeling was incredible. She released my scrotum and continued by taking my entire cock into her mouth, and I could have sworn she would swallow it. She took it in as far as possible. I was using my hands to play with her hair, and hold her in position. She was using one hand to milk my prick and the other to stimulate herself. I pushed myself further and further into her mouth, and then I came, like an exploding volcano. She began coughing as the cum filled her throat. I removed the cock, as she let the cum dribble out of her mouth, and my still squirting cock squirted the rest of my cum onto her body.

I could see that she hadn’t satisfied herself, so I decided that she deserved an early morning fuck. I pulled her up off of her knees onto the bed, so she was positioned over my cock, I then thrust her down, as if stabbing her with my cock. She understood what I was doing and used her legs to push herself up and down on my cock. Everytime I felt as if I was going to cum, I stopped for a minute then carried on. This drove Debbie crazy, she came at least twice, and then I took my prick out of her wet kunt. I felt horny, and I wanted to have a really good fuck with Debbie before moving on, so I flipped over, so she was laying face first on the bed. I hoisted her up in the doggy position. However instead of entering her kunt, I pushed my dick between her beautiful ass cheeks. She screamed in pain as I had applied no lubrication, but I continued to pound her ass. I used one hand to stimulate Debbie, but the other, I grabbed Debbie’s hair and used it to get into a rhythm. She began to moan as she reached her climax, and finally she came. I too could no longer contain myself, and shot my second load into Debbie. It was another large load, as I withdrew my cock, cum leaked from her ass crack. She collapsed in a heap of ecstasy.

However, despite this, I was still horny, and my cock was still hard. With Debbie collapsed, Helen and Anna absent, I walked over to Holly, still asleep face up on the floor, and the only member of the four girls (or 2 who were present at least) with any clothes still on. I decided to wake her up in a cruel way. I knelt above her face, my throbbing cock inches above her. I slowly began massaging my rod back and forth with my hand. I wanked myself over Holly’s face till I came. As the cum splashed on Holly’s face, she awoke, but before she could say anything, I pushed my dick between her lips. She automatically sucked the remaining juice from my prick. I withdrew and kissed her deeply, tasting some of my own cum still on her face. I stood her up and told her:

“Those clothes have a lot of cum stains on, you better take them off.”

She was a little more shy with neither Anna, or Ms Jones around, so she went into the shower to change. I wasn’t having any of this, so I followed her in.

“cum on Holly, its nothing I haven’t already seen.”

I kissed her on the back of the neck, and slid my left hand up her skirt and massaged her pussy. She turned around and I kissed her deeply. She returned the favour and grabbed me, pulling me in closer. I moved back and helped her take her top off. There were her tits, rounded and succulent. She dropped the skirt leaving her completely naked. I couldn’t help myself, so I leant over and sucked her breasts. I pushed her backwards, so she was supporting herself against the wall, but inadvertently turned the shower on. The droplets of water splashed onto our bodies, as we licked, sucked and nibbled each other. But my cock was throbbing, it was telling me to fuck her. I positioned my prick infront of her muff, while continuing to kiss her on the lips. I slowly pushed into her, further and further, which resulted in small groans form Holly. I began pulling out, then pushing in further, like a 1 out, 2 in, motion. Holly began groaning shorter, faster and louder. I picked up either of her legs with my hands, and she immediately wrapped them around me. We continued to kiss deeply, as I pummelled her muff with my cock. She came, while I continued to pump her, so I sat down and lay back, so she was in control. She moved up and down on my aching cock, using her pussy muscles to milk my cock. She came again, and I could no longer hold it in. I squirted my wad into her pussy, much to her delight.

“After eight.” He told her. “I better get home. My wife will be calling home soon. The realities of life were back, and had to be dealt with. He held up his hands and shrugged his shoulders, then dropped them down, one on her hair and one to his side.

Marla had been watching him closely, studying him. “After EIGHT! After eight! I don’t believe it? Wife? You’re married?” There was too much information to process in her lingering sleepiness.

“Yes, yes, and yes. You have a husband too, remember? Isn’t he due in?” Roy was still smiling and casually speaking.

“Mark? Yes, I mean no. He is on a business trip, until Thursday. He goes to the west coast every week.” Why was she telling this man everything? Why was his wife calling him at night, not home?

“Ohhh? Every week! Hmmm…” Roy was holding his chin in a “Thinking Man’s” kind of pose. “My wife is a flight attendant. She flies to California every week too,” He considered this, “On Tuesdays.” He was deep in thought now. “Then she does a short hop to Denver and back, and a long flight home on Thursdays.”

Marla’s mind was sharpening. Both their spouses left for the same state on the same day each week. The association was ludicrous of course. There were eight million people in New York, let alone the many more millions around the area. It was impossible to know all the neighbors on one’s own street, let alone in the entire city. This was no small town. “So when does she get home?” Stupid question. What right did she have to know this? Why did she care? This was a one time thing, not a courtship. Marla was confused again.

“Usually about eight in the morning, why? She does a short hop each week to Chicago too, and back a few times, but she is home those nights.” Roy was surprised at how he had rattled on, telling her so much. “Listen. I have not had this good and free a time since I can remember. I hope you enjoyed it too.” He waited for her to nod her head affirmatively. “Well, maybe we can do this again? Maybe?” He was childish in his meekly stated question.

Marla fell for him in this role and nodded again. “I would like that, Roy, very much.” Then a frown came over her face. “I am going to have to sort this out though. We have both, just committed adultery. I hadn’t set out to do that. Had you?”

Roy looked at her sympathetically, “Hell no!” His response was a little too firm for Marla’s taste. “I mean, no, I just saw you, and couldn’t take my eyes off you. I’m not a peeping Tom, but when I saw you leave the curtains open, for me, something came over me. When we had finished, well, something just pushed me right over here. I am blown away by you, Marla, but I am not in love with you. I am in love with my wife. Yet somehow, during our marriage, I have felt this increasing urge to have more, not that my wife is any less pleasing than ever, but I have just been wanting more, something different.”

His sincerity could not be denied. His similar desires were too good to be true. “I have felt the same way! That is what prompted me to keep that curtain open, to stay in front of you, even to let you in here. It’s amazing we felt the same feelings.” She smiled and propped herself up on her elbow. “I would like very much to do this again, Roy, very much, but I have to think about it first.” She looked at the hair on top of his head as he let it fall with the disappointing news. Reaching out and placing a hand on the side of his face she added, “Keep an eye out your window.”

This had the effect she had desired. She knew there was no way she could deny her needs now, especially the need to satisfy them with this man. If she weren’t married, she would be pursuing this new man in her life in an entirely different way. They exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and parted for the day, satiated, happy, more eager than ever for more.

Inter-Continental Hotel, Los Angeles, Room 1712

Room service knocked on the door to the suite. Mark had been released from bondage and just finished a shower with Beth when they heard the door. He put on the hotel’s white terrycloth robe and opened the door. Only at the last second did he remember to close the bathroom door. Beth was standing directly in the middle of the doorway, glisteningly wet, feet apart and hands on hips. She was not going to budge if he’d not remembered the door. Mark wondered what she might have done next had the door not been closed on the bellman.

Over dinner, both dressed in robes, they talked a lot about their sexual encounter. This was totally different than the conventional sex they had been having since the affair started three months before. They were both amazed at the intensity of their feelings, the utter abandon with which they had approached the act. They had done things that they hadn’t done before, ever. They had both felt so emboldened that they knew their lives had suddenly been expanded.

Beth knew, more than Mark, and fortunately for both of them, she had to carry the ball in this conversation to make sure the right spin was placed on what had happened. If it went one way, she knew this delightful man, man that he is, might panic and not come back. By the same token, she knew now that if she played her cards right, she had a sex partner, no obligations at all, who would fulfill her every dream and fantasy. He was worth the extra effort in this conversation.

Beth’s life had been a roller coaster ride. A cheerleader in high school, an idealist in college, her experiences had gone from the object of admiration and desire to the object of ridicule and rejection. She’d dropped out of college as a result of it and fell through a variety of circumstances onto an opportunity to fly. The chance to set an example of confidence, while serving her passengers equally, or as equally as they deserved, seemed to enable her to exercise most of her ideals while receiving the attention of her constituents. The mix improved over time and she knew she’d found her place.

They talked about the news and little things through dinner and until they feel asleep. Funny she thought, how they had so mutually decided not to discuss their home life. It was obvious to her that Mark lived in the New York area. Why else would he catch the JFK flight each week? But then again, that area could be defined by tens of millions of people in many square miles and three states. She also knew from his short conversations, him not one to talk all that much, he was even more uncomfortable than she was discussing his wife or everyday life. It mattered not to Beth. She felt her own pangs of guilt, and didn’t really want to talk about home or her husband either. This relationship was sex, bodies and sweat and fantasies, and nothing more. It served a purpose, hurting no one, and she was happy to leave it at that.

Beth had seen fit to ensure they coupled one more time that night, in their more traditional ways, to relieve any remaining tension. They would be fine, she was convinced, and their new found openness, and adventurous desires were about to explode their lives into new delights. And all these new delights were at no expense to their marriages.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy International Airport, United Airlines Domestic Terminal

Beth saw the passengers off and completed the paperwork to close out the flight from Los Angeles. It was Thursday at seven in the evening, a full twelve hours after their scheduled arrival time. “Equipment trouble,” Was the cause, according to the airline. If it weren’t for it being the last “red-eye” out of LA last night, the passengers would long ago have deserted this flight and boarded another. But there was no other, and this flight was nearly full. It had been a long, hard night, and day, Beth now having been on the job for twenty-four hours straight. All she wanted to do was catch a cab and head home to a hot bath and bed. She didn’t even feel her usual rush to make love to her man. She was simply exhausted.

She walked up the jet way and into the terminal proper. There was a mob scene, this being prime time for business travel traffic. Beth worked her way through the crowds and out into the main corridor and followed the flow of arriving passengers toward the baggage claim area where the taxi line would be as long as a snake. The trip into Manhattan was going to go just like the rest of this flight.

Much to her surprise, as she cleared security, her husband Roy leapt in front of her and hugged and kissed her like they were newlyweds. She was so taken aback by this she was a bit stiff in her response at first, but then let herself fall into the comfort of his arms. It didn’t matter what had brought about this very unusual greeting at the airfield. It didn’t matter what she must look like at that moment. It only mattered that she was suddenly and totally supported by her big strong man, and didn’t have to worry about another thing.

Mark and Marla where arm and arm as they walked through that same terminal. Mark’s flight was an hour late, but that didn’t bother Marla. It wasn’t often that she picked him up after his trip, but something inside her had told her this had to be one of those times. When he cleared security, she’d jumped up to hug him and planted her mouth on his with a zest he was unprepared for. She smelled terrific but the long flight from Houston had served to tire him out and leave him longing to get into bed for a good night’s rest. He let go of his carryon luggage and hugged her back. As the moment drew on, he hugged her harder, then kissed her back, and they were suddenly embraced like they’d not seen each other in a year.

Mark finally broke their embrace and began to steer them through the crowd in the baggage area. The number of people was incredible. They could hardly move, and when they did, it was often not in the direction they wanted to go. Finally, within yards of the huge, motorized revolving exit door, he pulled Marla’s arm and rushed the approaching open triangle.

Roy had had enough. This crowd was unbelievable and he began to feel trapped. He had to get them out of there. Able to see over most people’s heads, he spotted the automatic revolving doorway. Each chamber was large enough for several people and there seemed to be a dearth of passengers trying to escape at that moment. He grasped Beth’s arm tightly, and pulled her through the human mass. They surged into the open triangular compartment.

“Owe!” Mark said reflexively when his head hit something solid.

“Damn!” Roy said, letting go of Beth to rub his own head. Invariably the problem when two people try to occupy the same space at the same moment.

Mark opened his eyes and turned toward the man he’d just slammed into. His jaw dropped at the sight of Beth. At that same moment, ready to chastise the offending party, Roy turned and came face to face with Marla. He too stopped in his tracks, frozen in place. The revolving door hit them all from the side, knocking the men into their wives, but not detracting their stares.

A loud alarm sounded when the doors could no longer move against the solid mass, now obstructing their passage. Police were there instantly, hands on their weapons in case this was some kind of “incident,” and looking through the array of glass to determine the problem. “You have to walk with the doors!” One cop said, wondering why the two couples seemed to be staring at each other.

Mark looked to his right in the direction of where someone was yelling. “Hey, I ah, think we better get outta here.” The rest of the group looked outside and saw several officers, each with a hand on their holstered weapon. They all began to move and the doors resumed their rotation and the alarm finally stopped. The four people however, were still eyes on each other and silent.

Roy finally broke the ice and didn’t even bother to try and sort the mess out, or try to act as if there was nothing to sort. “He simply said, I’ll get us a car.” When no one moved, or objected, he flagged one of the many roving limousine hawkers and issued his instructions. In less than a minute the man had used his radio and dispatched a “stretch” limo to their side. It was black, Roy noted, hoping it was not a portrayal of things to come.

Once inside the car, with Roy and Beth sitting in the forward facing seat and Mark and Marla facing them from behind the driver, there was silence once again. The driver had his instructions and began to navigate the maze of roadways that would lead them to the Van Wyck Expressway and on to Manhattan. They were all going to the same place, so the directions were simple.

The silence was heavy, and Roy would have no more of it. “It’s obvious that you sir, know my wife.” He let the words settle a moment before adding, “And that I know yours.”

Mark looked up from the floor where he’d transferred his gaze to give himself less distraction and more concentration. His chin came out a bit more than normal and he said, “Yes, so it would appear.” They stared at each other.

Beth saw this and looked at Marla, who’d had the same reaction. Something transmitted between them that communicated far more than the men would have ever known. It was as if they’d done a brain dump to each other, let each other in on their entire stories. Beth was the first to show any sign of intent. She smiled ever so slightly at Marla, then shrugged her shoulders barely perceptively. This was all Marla needed. It was obvious to her what had happened, as it was to Beth. They’d both strayed, and somehow on each other’s territory. That was the important thing for now. There was no way to blame each other for what they too had done. Marla could not avoid a slight smile at Beth.

Beth then nodded her understanding and took charge. She looked at Mark, and then scooted up in her seat, turned toward Roy, and climbed up onto his lap, placing a knee on either side of him. She had hiked up her skirt in the process and settled down provocatively onto his groin. Immediately, she began kissing him full on the mouth, and grinding her sex into his pants.

Mark was dumbfounded. It was obvious that he and Marla were the more inexperienced couple in this car. He never would have considered fucking his wife in front of anyone else. But somehow, this particular fantasy had never crossed his mind before, either. Perhaps because it was so bizarre to think up, he simply gawked at the couple in the back seat. Beth had already begun to reach down and undo Roy’s pants.

He looked at Marla to see what her reaction was. He had strayed, but then again, it looked like they both had. What the hell was next? He hadn’t read this rule in the book.

Marla answered the question for him. She echoed Beth’s movements and was quickly astride her husband, undoing his pants, and about to unabashedly fuck him in front of two unrelated people and the driver, presumably even more unrelated. The whole affair was too bizarre now to even contemplate so Roy let his stiffening shaft ride free of his pants and go where it and Marla wanted it to go.

The driver was busy with the traffic. TheVan Wyck was its usual nightmare, but with an accident reported on the third exit from where they were, it was hopeless. He glanced in the mirror to see if it was appropriate to break into conversation in the back and ask if they minded if he took a circuitous route to avoid the mess. What he saw blew his mind.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Beth was letting everything go. She didn’t know where it all came from, but she was so quickly into the act of purely fucking her husband, knowing he had somehow fucked the woman behind her, she couldn’t, wouldn’t hold back. She ground her clit into the combination of pants, zipper and occasional pubic mound of Roy until her orgasm was surging up within her. And when it got there, she had no intention of holding it back. On the contrary, she intended to let it fly, with abandon, and with freedom of expression. And then she felt Roy’s first blast of sperm.

Marla was also lost in the mixed and heated emotions. She too was grinding herself into her husband’s sex. She was moaning, though not as loudly as Beth, but more than was usual for her. Mark echoed the satisfaction, trying to lift back against her, timing his meager thrusts to coincide with her downward motions. He was quickly building yet another load of cum and about to squirt it into his wife. It seemed only minutes ago he had been in that lovely tall brunette across the car, and now he was pounding, no, being pounded by his redheaded wife, right in the “other woman’s” presence. It was confusing, seemingly dangerous, and yet such a turnon as to drive him to drive her. He burst forth a stream of hot jism that he was sure made it all the way to Marla’s throat.

Marla felt the blast and came like a lioness. She growled at her man with a mixture of anger and love that she had never known she was capable of. She ground her pussy into his lap and sucked his cock with her vaginal muscles until she thought she might cut off his circulation. Each downward motion was followed by a clenching of her pussy muscle and a drawing back of his skin and shaft until it was nearly free of her cunt. And then she would drop down on him again like a hammer. She could feel the combination of her fluids and his dripping out of her pussy and down on his groin and pants.

Roy burst with, “Ugh!”

Beth followed by pumping his cock like she had never pumped any cock before. She couldn’t close her pussy walls tight enough. She flooded him on the down stroke and sucked him dry on the up. Then back again to the smashed groins where all the juices deposited in her hole on the last stroke were ejected onto Roy. It was a violent fuck and it seemed they were all getting back at each other, and yet loving each other at the same time.

The groans and motions were all free throughout the car. The driver had pulled off at the first exit and stopped, turned in his seat and watched the four people perform. He had his own little party in the front seat, stroking his cock to the tempo of the ladies in back. The other two men were expunged, drained, satiated beyond their surprise. The women both reached down, took a swath of the juices dripping from their cunts and slurped it up into their mouths. Then they kissed their husbands, and pushed at least half of the love-scented liquids into their partner’s throat. The whole episode lasted no more than a few minutes, and yet lingered on for long afterward. It was so different, so new, so wantonly bold for all of them they collapsed in their seats, the women folding down where they sat on their husbands’ laps.

The showdown had ended before it had begun. Some how, this wanton act had gotten them all through it. Somehow this moment of sheer abandon had eased the pain for all of them, the pain of cheating, of betrayal, of getting found out. Somehow, they were through all that now, and an entire new world had opened up. The future was suddenly very bright.

Apartment Visiting in New York

“This is your address, isn’t it?” The driver was standing by the side of the car, holding the door open. Roy was the first to feel the cool air and hear the man speaking. The sounds of New York were next to his ears, and that is enough to wake just about anyone from a daydream. Someone behind them, prevented from getting down their street by double parked cars on either side, was honking angrily.

“Hey!” Roy said, stirring under his wife, “We’re here. Hey you two!” He looked over the now moving shoulder of Beth at the two in the front seat of their cabin. It took a third notification to get them back to reality and they all began a slow exit of the limousine.

Once deposited on the sidewalk, bags in hand, they looked at each other from a kind of squared off arrangement. The limo driver waved at their formation, unknown to them, and drove off with not only a story to tell, but the largest tip he’ll see that week. The angry driver behind him followed slowly behind, flipped the four people the finger, and screeched his tires in further heightened animosity when they didn’t seem and react to his act.