Alan
Alan was in bed watching television and finishing off the last of the champagne when his mobile rang. It was Dawn. He felt a wave of guilt about Trish come over him as he turned down the television.
“Hi darling, how are you?” She asked.
“I’m in bed watching TV,” he responded. “And you?”
There was a moment’s silence. “We’re in bed too.”
Alan paused as he imagined the two of them naked lying side by side under the duvet. “Have you… ?” He started to say before realising what a stupid question he was about to ask.
“Yes.”
There was silence for a few moments. “Are you naked?”
“No,” she told him. “I’m wearing that new nightie.”
“And panties?”
“No.”
More silence passed.
“Did he… in my chair?”
“Yes,” she answered. “He also spanked me in it too.”
“Spanked you?” he asked. “Why?”
“Because I like it.”
“I didn’t know that.”
Dawn reminded him of the times that she asked him to do it. “I bet he would enjoy doing that sort of thing, wouldn’t he?”
“Yes. Bradley’s quite a dominant guy.”
“Was it painful?”
“Yes.”
“So what else have you been doing?”
Dawn told him how they fucked on top of the dining room table and then in front of the fire after dinner. “And we fucked just now before I called you.”
“In bed?”
“Yes.”
“I daresay you’ll be fucking again before the night is out won’t you?”
“Most certainly.”
“I… I wish I could come home and watch.”
“I’m not ready for that yet, darling,” she told him. “Maybe in a few weeks time.”
“Couldn’t I just come home and sleep in the guest room then?”
Dawn passed for a moment. He got the impression that she was covering the mouthpiece with her hand and talking to Bradley.
“Maybe next time,” she responded. “I… I just want to be alone in the house with Bradley tonight.”
“I won’t disturb you. I’ll stay out of your way.”
“There’s not long to go now darling,” she answered. “It will soon be morning. I… I just want this first time to be special for me and Bradley.”
Alan understood. With him there she would feel inhibited. “Yes it will soon pass.” He told her.
“Thanks darling.”
“I expect he is on my side of the bed.”
“Of course.”
“I suppose he’s touching you as well.”
“Hmmmm… his hand is…. that reminds me.”
Suddenly he heard her talking to Bradley but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. “Sorry about that,” she told him.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Please tell me.”
“Okay then. I meant to ask Bradley earlier whether he preferred me shaved down there or just as I am now.”
“And?”
Suddenly Bradley came on line. “Hi Alan, good night so far?”
“I’m… I’m missing Dawn.” He answered knowing full well the meaning of his question.
“That’s understandable. Anyway, is it okay if I shave Dawn’s pussy?”
“What does she want?”
“She wants to please me,” he told him. “Wives are like that Alan. They like to do things that please their lovers.”
Alan felt himself stiffen. “Well if Dawn’s okay with it… “
“But what about you Alan?” he asked him. “Do you want me shaving her down there? Do you want me seeing her that way?”
“Yes… yes I do.”
“Thanks Alan.”
“When will you do it?”
“Well there’s no time like the present is there?”
Bradley handed the phone back to Dawn and she said goodnight. “I do love you, you know.”
Dawn
As she put down her phone on the bedside locker she thought about Alan lying there in Bradley’s bed. She felt that she should be missing him but she didn’t feel that way at all. She had Bradley with her and he was all she needed at that moment. At that very hour one week earlier she had been talking to the man lying next to her in his capacity as her husband’s boss; he still was his boss but now he was also her lover. She could never have imagined then being in the situation that she was in now. Yes, she knew what sort of man he was the very moment she started to speak to him but she never imagined that she would be fucking him. Not just fucking him but having him take the place of her husband beside her.
His arm came around her and a hand stroked her breasts before moving down to the hem of her nightie once again. Just as she had done fifteen minutes earlier she rolled onto her back and spread her legs for him. She loved his touch; though his hands were that of a big strong dark-skinned male they were also gentle and soft. Nearly all the other men who had been fortunate enough to be in Bradley’s position had been in a hurry; she had felt rushed and used at times but he was different. His fingers gently lingered on the soft inside of her creamy thighs teasingly before they reached for their target. The other men had also been rough; plunging their fingers between her pussy lips to access her love channel. Not Bradley though. He liked the soft touch of her inner labia and enjoyed gently pinching her between thumb and forefinger.
Dawn lay back and closed her eyes. “That is so good,” she told him. “You’re such a good lover,” she added reaching for his hardness.
And that was another thing that she loved about Bradley. He was large and firm; bigger than any man she had known before. When he slipped his manhood inside her she knew that she had a real man deep inside her; not only that, she knew that she was going have an orgasm. Not just one but several. She reached up with her arm and held him by the neck to kiss him. “Fuck me please,” she asked.
He gave her his usual lust filled smile and climbed between her legs. She felt the bulbous head of his cock touch her sex and she groaned loudly. She knew that she was about to embark on another heavenly journey of multiple orgasms. As he slipped deep inside her he slid his hands under her bottom, they were not soft and gentle now; they were hard and firm and his muscular arms pulled her tighter into him. “This is how it will be when you ask,” he suddenly said quietly.
“Ask what?” she replied breathlessly.
“Ask me to father your child.”
“Oh no, never,” she gasped.
He smiled lustfully at her once more before slamming his hardness into her.
“Yes you will.”
Alan
Alan was hard thinking about Bradley shaving Dawn. He had asked her a few times if he could do it and she always turned him down. He had always thought that maybe she felt a bit squeamish about being naked like that; some women didn’t like it but from the sound of it now she had wanted it done and she wanted Bradley to do it for her. Not him, her husband, but another man. A man she hardly knew.
He pictured her lying there, nightie pushed right back, lying on a towel on top of the bed with legs wide apart as Bradley went to work on her. He had watched a porno once of a husband doing it to his wife with her black lover looking on and giving guidance. A couple of times he ran a finger along the inside of her vulva and felt it bristly. The husband was made to go back over it again. Not only that, his tardiness cost him another week of waiting before he would get another handjob from his wife.
As he took himself in hand he also thought about Lisa again. Her small but firm hand had brought him to orgasm. Her fingers had stroked him and caressed his balls as she spoke softly and gently and also with utter filth. He also thought of her boyfriend – the hapless Mark. And yet so was he hapless. He may have been a willing cuckold under Dawn’s domination of him but how much did he really know? He knew that they fucked; he knew that they were fucking now but was she loving Bradley too? Was she making love with him; not just fucking but making love. He imagined her using the ‘love’ word as Bradley fucked and it made his hand moved back and forth with vigour. A few minutes later he came.
He slept in fits and starts. He woke each time expecting to find her lying there beside him but this was not his bed that he was sleeping in and the space beside him was cold and empty. He thought of the two of them sleeping there together in his bed; naked flesh touching naked flesh. He also thought of them waking from time to time to make love again. He could imagine Bradley being firm and hard and Dawn’s hand taking hold of him. A kiss and a welcoming smile would be all that he needed to know that she was ready and willing. He could imagine her lying back and spreading her legs for him in readiness to allow him to fuck her once again and could imagine her with arms wrapped around his shoulders and her lips against his as he repeatedly slammed his hardness into her until he came. It hurt and it was painful at times but it never once deterred him from masturbating.
He awoke around eight and dragged himself out of bed to shave and shower. He was in need of a good sleep but he wanted to get home as quickly as he could. He wanted his wife back in his arms. As the water cascaded down over his body he thought he heard a noise coming from his room a couple of times but he knew that this was a hotel and with people coming and going from their rooms this was quite natural but when the water stopped and he heard the click of his kettle he knew that there was actually someone else in his room. It was Trish.
He was shocked to see her as he stepped out of the bathroom holding his towel against him. “Tea or coffee?” she asked him.
She looked stunning. Dressed in a tight top and figure hugging jeans and smiling radiantly she was a welcome sight. “I thought I’d drop by and make sure you had a cuppa to wake you.”
He was erect and she was looking at it poking through a gap in the towel. “Pleased to see me hey?”
He smiled shyly.
“You had better dry yourself.”
He smiled again and proceeded to turn his back to her, “Not shy are you?”
He turned back and found her almost upon him and reaching for the towel. He offered it up to her with no resistance at all. “Bradley asked me to take care of you on the morning,” she informed him.
“Take care of me?”
“Yes,” she answered as she began to rub his chest down with the towel. “Bradley would prefer it if you didn’t rush back home just yet. He suggests some time after ten.”
“After ten?” he asked. “Why?”
She smiled at him. He knew that it was such a stupid question. “Why do you think?”
“Oh,” was all he could say.
“There’s no point in rushing them is there?” she told him. “You wouldn’t want Dawn deprived of more of Bradley’s love would you?”
He remained silent as she patted away with the towel around his groin. “I quite envy Dawn,” she told him, “having Bradley not just all to herself but without also having to rush and lie.”
“Rush and lie?”
“Well she can take as long as she wants, can’t she?” she responded. “And she doesn’t have to tell lies to spend time with him does she?”
Alan shook his head and moaned softly as Trish stroked his hardness with the towel. “I have to lie through my teeth to get away and spend time with him and it’s always rushed,” she told him. “But she can spend a whole night with him, relax and take things easy.”
He nodded dispassionately. She kissed him and held his hardness with her hand. “I want a husband just like you.”
“I… I don’t think you will have much trouble in that.”
She smiled. “Actually, some guys can be very possessive. I hate that; being treated like some possession belonging to someone else. I’m a free spirit.”
Alan didn’t doubt it as she sank to her knees. “I… I would like to fuck you,” he told her.
She looked up at him as she opened her mouth ready to receive him. “I’m sorry but I don’t feel the same way about you like that.”
“If… if I was big like Bradley would you?”
She smiled. “What do you think?”
Alan nodded. Another stupid question had passed from his lips again. Her lips folded around the tip of his cock and he closed his eyes before moaning in gratitude as her hand began to move back and forth. He was grateful for small mercies.
