Adam's Journey

bigtom - Thanks, but it might be just a tad obscene for Showtime, I'd hate to cut out all the juicy parts. Maybe the Playboy channel? Glad you're enjoying it, I hope to post another segment tonight or tomorrow.

peak - Thanks again,and again you show your insight. Most of these characters are based on people I know or have known, or at least on their permisterality types. It's more fun that way. I almost started out trying to write this story from Kristi's perspective, but realized I would probably not be able to pull off a woman's physical and emotional reactions.

Tf2 - thanks again, and glad you're enjoying and sticking around!

Stormy

What a nice hot scene.

The idea of looking up between Kori's legs while she kneels at the edge of her pool is very enticing.

I also love Ralph.

GH

Stormy,

Well done, the story really keeps us on tenterhooks, and the prose is dammed good as well. keep up the good work.

GH - Thanks, I think Kori is pretty sexy, and very sexual, which is not the same thing! Ralph is most definitely patterned after my own dog, I figured only a Lab could work with Adam's laid-back permisterality.

oliverra - Thanks for the support, hearing from people that are following and enjoying the story is a big part of the fun of writing it, and your comments are appreciated. It would be fun to take a poll to discover in what parts of the world (or country) various readers are located. It still is astounding to me that anything posted on the web can be accessed world-wide in a matter of seconds - and we take that for granted. Incredible!

With the thought in mind that maybe staying in the cold water for a few more minutes would be a real good idea I went back to my interrupted swim, alternating between freestyle, breaststroke, butterfly and backstroke about every fourth or fifth turn. As my muscles burned through their meager stores of energy I slowed down and began working through a cool-down, and heard Ralph hit the water with a loud splash, having decided to join me now that the work was done.

I played with him for a while, letting him swat and bite at me as I swam around and under him, grabbing his tail and feet, then climbed out and started to towel off as he rolled in the grass.
I couldn't help thinking about Kori, on the other side of the very wall I was staring at, probably sucking Ronnie's cock. On her knees, crouched over Ron, her ass in the air and that glorious pussy open and wet, just waiting for someone (me!) to come up behind her and...

Damn! Last night's dreams, vivid and Dante'-esque, had left me in a fragile state, easily and instantly aroused, and Kori's erotic little mind game hadn't helped at all. I was hard and throbbing again, the front of my suit tented out over my erection. I was glad there was no one around except Ralph, and he didn't care. He already knew I was a horny bastard.

I wrapped my towel around my waist and grabbed my coffee cup, flinging the cold dregs out on the lawn. I knew my pot would have shut itself off by now, although I could always heat up a cup in the microwave. I decided to borrow a fresh cup from Kori instead, knowing she wouldn't mind, and snuck quietly through their back door and into the kitchen.

Pouring a cup from their full pot, I realized I could hear Kori down the hall in their bedroom, clearly in the throes of orgasm, crying out and moaning her pleasure. It was obviously Ronnie's turn to return the favor she had come in to bestow on him, and I froze, red pounding in my temples and cock throbbing painfully as I listened to her.
Suddenly realizing what I was doing, and what a horrible invasion of their privacy this was, I hurried out of their house and across to my own, Ralph at my heels. Part of the problem was that I knew I could so perfectly picture Kori's pussy, thanks to her earlier display, that it wasn't just my imagination drawing the image in my mind.
I had debated about imposing myself on them for breakfast, but there was no way now! If Kori even started one of her teases I knew I would cum in my pants. While Kori would probably love that, Ron would laugh his ass off, and I wasn't ready for the offense.

I puttered around for a little while, waiting for my hormones to settle down and my arousal to subside, which it eventually did. I tried to call Kristi then, without success. I would try her several more times that day, on her cell, at John and Wendy's home number, and at her work number, always with the same frustrating result. I cursed caller ID, knowing she was intentionally ignoring me.

I wondered absently if this was some kind of a game to her, laughing, watching my desperation as I called again and again and she denied herself to me. I could see how she could play this game with sex very easily, and I didn't like the thought. It angered me slightly, and I found it very frustrating that I was unable to make this happen how and when I wanted it to.
I knew though that if she would just answer the phone I would instantly forgive her in gratitude for her speaking to me, and suspected that I would be just as enslaved in a similar sexual game. Damn, either she was really good, or I was letting my imagination run wild!

The day passed, and I did a few chores, watched a little TV, and just generally passed the time. I found myself very much looking forward to this evening with Sue and Rick, and that surprised me. I had kind of let myself be led into this situation despite my discomfort with it, and hadn't expected to find myself relishing the thought of fucking a man's wife while he watched helplessly.

Sue was pretty sexy though, and I wanted to see and feel her sucking my cock again. That had been intense! Too, it was balm for my wounds, I think, to have this situation where I knew I was the one in control, where others needed and wanted me to provide something in their lives. It made up to some degree for my other situation, in which I found myself pretty much helpless and with no good resolution in sight.

It was mid-afternoon, and thinking these thoughts I headed in to shower and get cleaned up I came to a solid decision. If Rick really wanted to see his wife get well and soundly fucked, to watch and hear her get off on a cock considerably longer and thicker than his own, well, then, I'd just do that! I'd fuck the hell out of her and leave her whimpering and oozing cum from every orifice! Why, when I was done with her his little penis would rattle around in her pussy like a BB in a coffee can!

Laughing at my own ridiculous analogy and false bravado as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, I wondered how the evening would really go. I really was looking forward to pushing him around a little, although I knew I couldn't be truly cruel to him. I was very horny, hard again and hoping they wouldn't back out. And that I wouldn't.

As I hung up my towel I noticed the small plastic bag with the two Cialis tablets laying on the edge of my sink. I picked it up and looked at it, then at my stiff cock standing out long and throbbing in front of me. It would probably be a bad idea to throw fuel on the fire, but I decided what the hell and swallowed one, washing it down with a glass of cold water. I sure hoped nobody got cold feet now, or I could have a long tough night and new calluses on my hands in the morning!

Hi Stormy,

I live in the Alps in South Eastern France, although I am Scottish by birth,
you I take it live in the US of A.

Hi oliverra - I do, in the Southeastern US at the present time, although I've bounced around some. My ancestry is 1/2 Scottish, dating back to about the turn of the century. The previous that is, not the recent one.
I guess we have that and the southeastern part in common, huh?

Stormy

That was certainly a hot little segment.

Nice work!

GH

Thanks GH, it's not necessarily what I was planning when I started that chapter, but that's where the story went! You know how it goes. Glad you enjoyed it.

It was about two or three months after Kristi and I had started dating and we were getting ready to go out to have dinner and then maybe go dancing, or to a movie, I don't recall. I was getting dressed and had walked out of my closet wearing these same pants, still shirtless and barefoot.
I rarely ever wore those pants, even back then. They are extremely comfortable, but about worn out, faded and thin. That's always the way, just when jeans get good they wear out.

Kristi had been standing at her vanity wearing only her tiny red silk panties, her back to me, putting on makeup (an enormous waste of time and money, in my opinion, she doesn't need it) and had glanced at me in her mirror. She had stopped and turned around, her little mascara brush still in hand, and had leaned back against her sink and looked at me.

"So Adam, what is it you're advertising for?"

"Huh?"

"Are you thinking maybe a threesome would be fun tonight, or are you looking for a little chicky for your spare time? Or are you just trying to trigger a few fantasies for all the old married ladies and little teenaged waitresses? Maybe a few of the men too, now that I think about it."

I had no idea what she was talking about, and had told her so. "Babe, I have no clue what you're talking about."

She laughed at me "Oh come on Adam, you expect me to believe that? You come out in your package pants and act all innocent. You haven't worn those since the night we were introduced. You caught me by wearing those, isn't that enough for you?"

I had gotten a little distracted looking at her breasts, nipples rosy and erect, and at the way the thin fabric of her panties stretched across her sweet little protruding mound, with just the slightest little indentation at the center, at the front of her cleft. "Kristi, what the heck..."

"Come on Adam you remember."

I remembered a lot of things about the night we'd first met, but what I had been wearing was not in my file. I remembered exactly what she had been wearing however. "Uh, sorry babe, I really don't..."

"Quit staring at my tits and pay attention! I mean come on, look at the way those fit you!"

I looked. "Yeah, I know, they're a little tight in the ass and thighs, but they loosen up some after I've had 'em on for awhile. So?"

"No, not that." She came across and grabbed my arm and dragged me in front of the mirror. "Look. What do you see?"

"I see I need to start doing a few more crunches." I rubbed my hand over my belly, which seemed to be losing a little muscle tone.

"No stupid, not that. I'm talking about this." (I love it when women call me stupid. Both Kristi and Izzy do that, and even Kori sometimes. I guess it must be some sort of loving, affectionate little nickname or something.)

Still holding my arm, she used the fingers of her other hand to trace over the bulges at my crotch, narrrating as she went "What do we have here, let's see - oh look, one great big right testicle right here, and what's this bump - oh, it's just a big old matching nut on the left side, what a surprise. Unless you're smuggling in lemons for the bartender that is!"

Her fingers felt really good, but she was being silly. "Kristi, come on..."

"I'm not done! And what's this here, it looks like you're bringing a Maglite stuffed down your pants, in case of emergency - no, wait, it's just your cock, gosh, that'll be useless if the lights go out!"

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Well, I wouldn't say that exactly." She had laughed at that, despite trying to act so outraged.

"No Adam, really, these pants leave nothing to the imagination. You might as well just hang everything out and walk around with it all flopping back and forth. And look, now you're getting a hard-on, that's not at all obvious! Adam, that's just obscene, you can't wear those to a family restaurant!"

She was right, I was hard from her touching and from all the attention being focused on my crotch. But still... "Baby, you're exaggerating, they're just blue jeans. Levis. They're not - what did you call 'em?"

"Package pants, Adam. Thin little snug wrappers to display your package. Every guy has at least one pair, right?"

I didn't know anything about that. I wasn't even aware I had a pair until that moment.

As I got dressed for my evening with Sue and Rick I was smiling, remembering that the family restaurant concern had ultimately been a moot point.
With all her touching and talking about my package, I had wound up so horny that I had yanked her little panties off her, shoved my "package pants" down to my knees and taken her hard from behind, bent over her sink. When I had discovered how wet she was, and saw how fast she came, I realized that the whole thing - all her feigned outrage and embarassment - had been designed to accomplish exactly this.

She had been trying to turn me on to the point I'd just grab her and fuck her silly, and she'd succeeded. She always did, I'm sure I wasn't much of a challenge in that regard. That's OK, I always enjoyed it, and she certainly seemed to.

We had ultimately skipped dinner and just grabbed fast food burgers at the drive-thru on the way to the concert - that's what it was, a concert, Toby Keith and Rascal Flats, I remember now! Kristi had - still has - a thing for Toby. I had worn the pants, and been conscious of getting looked at like never before thanks to her pointing out the "package display factor". It was probably just my imagination, but her rubbing against me as we danced at our seats and in the aisle through the concert, plus the looks, had led to a pretty memorable night of lovemaking.

Now, thinking back about all that, I found that I would be unable to close my "package pants". I had an enormous hard-on. An almost frighteningly hard, swollen, throbbing hard-on, which was standing several degrees above my usual erect angle and making a credible attempt to poke me in the navel.
I wondered again if maybe the Cialis had been a bad idea - it obviously was working on me, I had also noticed that my sinuses seemed to be a little swollen and stuffy, but right now I was actually a little worried about how hard I was, and how it didn't seem to be fading in the least. Visions of a horribly embarassing trip to the emergency room four hours from now danced in my head, thanks to all the damn commercials and their warnings.

I went about getting ready, ignoring the Unicorn effect in front of me, and by the time I got shirt, socks and shoes on it had softened enough to push down against my right thigh, pull my pants over, and zip up. Looking in the mirror I saw that Kristi had been totally right about these pants.

I went downstairs and grabbed a bottle of a good Merlot that I had a couple of, not terribly expensive, but dependably delicious. I'm not a snob about what wine goes with what food, always having been of the opinion that if you're paying for it you can damn well eat and take whatever the hell you like, but still, I was a little put off by the salmon and Merlot or Syrah combo that Rick had suggested. And tonight I was supposed to be the boss, right?

I doured back and grabbed a bottle of a 2005 Pinot Noir that I had picked up a case of when Kristi and I had taken a 4-day trip to tour some wineries in Sonoma and the Russian River Valley last fall. I had thought the case was a steal at less than $400, and this would leave me still with 4 bottles. It seemed to be getting better every time I opened one, and I thought it would work well with salmon. Depending on how he was preparing it.

I put the Merlot back and grabbed instead a Pinot Gris out of my cooler, from a northern Oregon winery, a wine that I had liked at a tasting but had yet to crack a bottle of. Like a Boy Scout, be prepared. I don't have a big collection like Ronnie, maybe 180 to 200 bottles at any given time, but it is nice to have around.

I walked across to Sue and Rick's, carrying the wine. Everyone in the neighborhood must think we're a bunch of holy waterics. I was very aware that my cock was still semi-hard, and being aware of it wasn't helping matters.

Rick met me at the door, before I even knocked. Apparently they had been watching for me. I stepped inside amid greetings, and found Sue standing halfway across the room, looking at me.

I was more than a little shocked and surprised at her appearance, and I almost - almost - laughed out loud. Here was Sue, the sweet little suburban housewife and mom, who would look at home at any soccer game or PTA meeting, done up in full slut mode.
Tight, thin red sweater unbuttoned to show maximum cleavage, her big creamy breasts bulging over the top, huge nipples jutting plainly through the fabric below, and a tight little short black skirt that barely covered her assets. Also, black thigh high hose that I could see the tops of and tall hooker heels, coupled with very obvious makeup and gaudy jewelry to make her look slutty and sexy.
Two things stopped me from laughing out loud. The first was the look on her face, proud and hopeful, yet hesitant, waiting for my approval and admiration. Had I laughed it would have destroyed her, and I was so thankful that I had not.
The second was that it alll worked! She looked damn sexy and eminently fuckable, like a woman just begging to be thrown down and ravished by anyone and everyone. She most assuredly didn't look like a meek little housewife and lady, or anyone's wife for that matter.

I knew I was staring, and cleared my throat. "Wow! Goddamn! Who the hell are you, and what have you done with Sue?"

She laughed and spun around. "You like it? It was really Rick's idea, I hoped you'd like it. I wasn't so sure, I thought I looked kind of trashy."

"Sue, trashy is every man's fantasy, whether he admits it or not. You look sexy as hell - good trashy! That dinner smells really good there Rick, but we may not have time for it, if you know what I mean."

He laughed. "Yeah, my wife is a pretty hot babe, isn't she? Do you think you will want to do her tonight Adam?"

I looked at him, he was smiling and happy as well. Odd, I thought, considering what was on tap for the evening.

I slapped him on the shoulder. "Rick, my friend, the question isn't whether or not, it's how many times!"

Please continue this awsome story....
et

Thanks ncal, and here goes...

I held out my right hand in which I was holding the two bottles of wine by their necks, and Rick took them, one in each hand, and turned to take them to the kitchen.

Sue came over and gave me a hug, and a quick kiss which she seemed to be a little hesitant and self conscious about. As she started to pull away I took her face in my hands and kissed her properly, long and deep, our lips crushed together and tongues tangling. I think when we broke from that we were both ready to get started, then and there, and we found that Rick had stopped and was watching us intently.

Sue breathed "Ohhh, wow! Uhh, come on in Adam, have a seat. Can Rick get you something to take? We have about anything, or Rick can mix up something if you like, or we just opened a bottle of Chardonnay. Or he could open one of those if you prefer."

"Make it a little of that Chardonnay Rick, that sounds good. We'll save those for later unless one of you wants some now."

Rick looked at the bottles as his wife leaned against my side, putting her arm around my waist. I put my arm over her shoulder, letting my hand fall where my fingertips were just brushing the upper mound of her right breast. I felt softness and warmth, and knew that if I slid my fingers down just a little, just under the edge of her thin sweater, I would find her nipple hard and begging to be sucked.
She, in turn, reached across with her right hand and began to run her fingers over the bulge in the front of my jeans. This did two things. It of course felt great and started my physical reaction, but it also caused her breast to push up even further out of her top because of the pressure of her arm across under it.

Rick, reading the bottle, said "2005 Pinot Noir California. I'm not real familiar with Pinot Noirs. Russian River, where's tha..."
His voice faltered as he glanced up and saw us, his eyes going from my hand to hers, watching our fingers play over each other's bodies. As he stared I let my fingers continue down and find her nipple, pushing her sweater below it so that I could have better access. And, of course, so that he could see me gently pinch and tug on her enormous aroused tip, rubbery and firm in my fingers. She has great nipples.

I played it cool, willing my voice not to shake. "It's in Northern California, north of Santa Rosa. If you ever go there stay in Healdsburg, they have this great classic old hotel, small but really nicely remodelled. Very romantic."

As though I wasn't fondling his wife and she wasn't touching my cock as I suggested a romantic place for him to take her. It didn't matter, he wasn't hearing a word I said. The only two senses he had time for were sight, as he watched us play with each other, and the feeling of his cock hardening in his pants.

Sue broke his trance, fingers still exploring me as she said "Ricky, you're being rude standing there and staring. Go put those up and get Adam a glass of wine. We'll be in the living room."
He reluctantly turned away, continuing to the kitchen as Sue led me into their living room. It was a beautiful room, warm and inviting, with the kind of big, overstuffed comfortable furniture that I prefer myself. We sat on a tan leather loveseat, Sue huddling tight against my side.

I let my legs fall apart, and she cupped her hand betwen them, pressing against my balls, then letting her fingers walk down the thick bulge trapped against my right thigh. I was hard and getting harder, and the downward-pointing position of my cock was almost uncomfortable. The thin denim left almost nothing to the imagination, and she traced the ridge of my cockhead with her fingertip.

"Did you take the pill I gave you?"

"Yeah, I sure did."

"Is it working?"

"Can't you tell?"

She laughed "Well, you never know, you seem to get hard pretty easy anyhow."

"Sue, before I came over here, just thinking about you, I got so hard I thought it might shatter."

She laughed again, obviously pleased with the thought that I was so turned on thinking about her. "Well, you poor baby, I'm sure we can do something to remedy that situation. We sure don't want that beautiful cock to shatter."

Rick walked back in carrying my glass of wine as she said this, and he almost stumred as he saw us still touching each other. Sue didn't stop fondling my hard cock, and let him watch as her fingers ran across and around the outline of my cock against the fabric. His hand shook visibly as he handed me my wine, and he almost sloshed it on us.

Sue admonished him "Careful Ricky, if you spill wine in Adam's lap I will make you lick it off."

I shuddered a little inwardly at that thought, although I was almost at that level of arousal that you reach where about anything goes. If Sue kept touching me this way I'd probably shove my cock in Rick's mouth myself, just to get the relief.

I unbuttoned Sue's sweater two more buttons, which pretty much had her big breasts spilling out. I pushed her sweater down and lifted her breasts up, freeing them so that they now were fully exposed, the sweater still buttoned and bunched below and pushing them up and together.

Sue's large nipples were puckered and erect, dark and inviting. I lowered my head and took one of her glorious nipples in my mouth, sucking hard and insistently at it while my tongue flicked across the tip. I heard her and Rick both moan at the same time, and I couldn't help it, I stopped sucking and laughed out loud!

"Dude! What are you moaning about, I'm not sucking your tit!" Sue also laughed, while Rick blushed bright red.

"Adam, I think my little cuckold husband is having sympathy arousal - you know, like the sympathy pains a husband gets when his wife is in labor? Ricky, when Adam makes me cum, are you going to cum too?"

Rick, still blushing, said "I don't know. Maybe. You two just look so hot together. Baby, you look so beautiful tonight."

Don't stop now Stormy, this is the part that we've all been anticipating. Great job, thanks.

Hello Stormy,

I just caught up, have been down in the south of France for a few days, playing some golf. I love the way this is developing keep it going

Thanks oliverra, getting the feedback from time to time is part of the fun of writing the story, and helps make the time investment worthwhile. Hope you had a great time in France and the weather cooperated. It's been cold and rainy here, not golf-friendly at all!

I poured wine into each of our glasses as Rick finished bringing in the meal he had prepared, enjoying the deep burgundy color of the Pinot Noir as it climbed the glass. I savored the bouquet and took a small sip to be sure the bottle was good. It was, as expected, excellent.

Rick had gone all out, preparing a nice salad and some sort of garlic and cheese flavored potatoes, steamed vegetables, flaky dinner rolls, and the delicious looking salmon fillets. He had lightly seared the salmon, then baked it with herbs and spices. I could smell a little onion, and a touch of rosemary and something I couldn't identify, but it looked and smelled spectacular and I told him so.

"Rick, I'm impressed. You really did all this yourself?"

Sue assured me that he had, shrugging her breasts back into her sweater as she prepared to eat dinner. "Rick is a great cook Adam, but I still do most of the routine, everyday cooking. He can't do anything but a huge masterpiece, so it would be too much of a production for him to do this all the time. He puts me to shame on the gourmet end of things though."

I was a little disappointed that she had covered herself, but I could see why she would. Still, with her top unbuttoned as it was and her nipples pushing against the soft knit it left little to the imagination. I noticed she had made no effort to re-zip me, and I left it alone.

"It's a good thing I didn't know I had a gourmet cook across the street, I'd have been over here a couple times a week for dinner. Kristi is a decent cook, and I can grill about anything, but this goes beyond. Thanks Rick, this looks great."

He smiled, obviously enjoying the praise. "No problem Adam. You should come and bring Kristi some time, I'd be happy to whip up something. I love cooking, but Suzy's right, it is a big mess."

"Thanks Rick, that's nice of you, but..."

Sue cut me off. "Honey, Adam and Kristi have split up. I meant to tell you."

He looked at me, chagrined. "Oh. Sorry. Jeez Adam, why? She's such a pretty girl, and she always seemed so sweet."

"It's a long story Rick, and I'd rather not put a damper on the evening. We're still talking to each other. Sort of."

We were eating as we talked, and the food was every bit as fabulous as it had looked. The Pinot turned out to be an excellent compliment to the meal Rick had prepared, and they each commented on it. I made a mental note to do the generous thing and pass a bottle of my remaining stock on to them. Trading a couple bottles of wine for this meal and the coming encounter with his wife seemed a pretty good bargain for me.

I was ravenously hungry, a phenomenon I've noticed when I either am aroused and looking forward to an evening of hot sex, or when coming off a comparable evening. For me it seems one appetite triggers the other, and the heightened senses and awareness make everything look, smell, taste and feel better. Weird, I know, but true.

During the meal Sue continued to have wandering hands, her left periodically reaching under the table and touching me, either stealing inside my pants to feel as much of me as she could access, or tracing my sex on the outside of my pants. She kept me very aroused through the meal, the Cialis undoubtedly contributing to my rock hard state.

To let no good deed go unpunished, I did the same to her, touching her aroused pussy through her silky panties and slipping a finger under the elastic and into her slick heat to touch her hard clit. She was very engorged, and extremely wet.

We continued to carry on a conversation as we did this, but I noticed that Rick's eyes always followed our movements. He knew that his wife was touching me as we ate the meal he had prepared, and he probably knew very well the aroused condition of his wife's body, and that I was exploring and exploiting it.

We had finished the wine, and were finishing up the meal, when I noticed that Sue had stopped eating and was just sitting, holding her fork, and breathing heavily. I was slowly stroking her fat clit at the time, and I increased the pressure and speed of my fingers slightly. Within a matter of seconds she moaned, then put her head back and closed her eyes.

Suddenly her hips bucked sorry as she thrust against my hand, and she groaned "Ohhh god, oh my god!" as her orgasm rocked her body.

Rick was sitting speechless, mouth slightly open and eyes staring as he watched his wife cum.
When Sue had recovered slightly she said "Whew! That was nice, a great meal, some wine, and an orgasm for dessert. I'd like another helping of that dessert please!"

Rick finally found his voice, stammering slightly as he began to speak. "I - I did fix something for dessert, it's got cherries and chocolate, plus whipped cream..."
His voice trailed off as he looked at us, understanding that we were no longer thinking of food.

I winked at him. "Maybe later Rick. I've got something else in mind that I'd like for dessert right now, and I bet it's tastier than anything you could fix."

I stood and held out my hand to Sue. I saw Rick look at my pants, unzipped and bulging, and I noticed I had about a half-dollar sized wet spot well down my thigh where I had been leaking pre-cum. I didn't care.

Sue took my hand and I pulled her to her feet. She kissed me, long and deep, then turned to Rick.
"We'll be in the living room honey. Why don't you get all this cleaned up and put away and clean up the kitchen and then come join us. Don't take too long, you don't want to miss too much!"

We both laughed at the look on his face. She put her arm around me and gripped my ass as we walked away, and I did the same, sliding my hand under her short skirt to cup her soft, warm bottom.

I'm sure Rick enjoyed that view as we rounded the corner into the living room and out of his sight.

Hey Storm

Keep Going. Cannot wait to see what Adam and Sue do. I am reall look forward to getting back to the h ouseboat. TO behonest cannot wiat to see Adam and Kristi getting married and loving each oterh in this new way

Sorry I have been out so long had to catch up. WE lost power about two weeks ago due to winter sotrms for 7 days. I t has taken a little bit of time get back to normal, heat, lights etc!

Keep writing and I will keep reading

Meijer

Thanks Meijer, I thought of you when I heard about the ice storms, glad you came through OK. That mess passed well north of us.

I know, I need to get back to the houseboat, but there was just so much going on I had to tell you about! lol I'm still not sure what's going to happen to Adam and Kristi. We'll see.
Thanks for your support!

Stormydog

I'm not sure if I should call you Stormy or Mr. Dog. I kind of like Mr. Dog.

I just want you to know that my husband Matt and I are both enjoying your story.

Thank you,

Jenn
If you aren't having fun, you aren't doing it right!

Thanks Jenn, I appreciate the comment, and the Mr. Dog idea is novel. I think I'm supposed to say that you can call me Storm, but Matt should call me Mr. Dog!
Seriously though, I didn't know if the story would have any appeal to the ladies. I had hoped it would, so thanks!
Take care!

Sue led me to the same soft leather loveseat we had occupied earlier and we sat down, her hands going immediately to my belt buckle. I stopped her, grabbing her hands in one of mine, and used the other to tilt her face up to kiss her. As we broke, I said "Uh-uh, nope. You've been driving me crazy all evening with all your touching, it's my turn now."

I pushed her back onto the cool leather and leaned over her, pushing my tongue into her mouth as I unbuttoned a couple more buttons on her red sweater. I kissed my way down her neck and roughly freed her left breast, taking her hard nipple into my mouth and giving it a good, hard sucking. I then grasped her nipple between my front teeth, none too gently, and tugged, slowly stretching it out.
As I did this I was gently working my left hand up between her thighs, gradually getting closer and closer to the promised land as I tickled her sensitive flesh.

Sue gasped and moaned, then wiggled as she let out a small cry. I paused and looked at her.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. Well, yes, maybe just a little. Now stop talking and hurt me some more!"

I began to nuzzle and suck at her breasts again as my fingers found their mark and started to slowly stroke the warm, moist satin of her panties. I gradually became conscious of a lot of banging and crashing coming from the kitchen, and the sound of running water and dishes being clanked together. I again raised my head, and looked at Sue, raising one eyebrow.

She laughed and shook her head. "Unbelievable! He's usually so careful with his dishes, but he's trying so hard to hurry. It must be driving him absolutely crazy that he's not in here seeing this!"

She laughed again, a little wickedly I thought. "You're a mean mistress Lady Sue. Glad you're not after me!"

"Who says I'm not? Now, where were you..."

I returned to sucking her great nipples, and let my fingers slip under the edge of her panties and into her slick and steaming pussy. I could smell her sweet, soft musk, so incredibly feminine and enticing. I marvelled at how something as simple as the musky smell of an aroused pussy could drive a man mad and send him chasing after it, erect cock wagging in front of him like some fleshy divining rod seeking that certain moisture.

We really are slaves to our desires more aften than not. Right now, more than anything, I desired to taste her pussy and stroke her big clit with my tongue.

I pushed myself up and slid both hands up the outside of her thighs to her hips, and under the skinny elastic waistband of her panties. I roughly tugged them down, my arousal spurring me on, and tossed them on the coffee table. I vaguely noticed they were bright red, matching her shoes and sweater. Her short skirt and her stockings were black, so she (or, more accurately, Rick) had decided those two colors denoted wickedness and desire. Obviously, they had been right.

I grasped both of her legs, just above the ankles, and pushed them up and apart, powering her short skirt up and taking my first look at her swollen and aroused pussy. Her clit was jutting out proudly and gloriously from under its glistening little hood and the soft, sparse strawberry blonde hairs at the edges of her pink cleft were visibly wet and matted to her feverishly hot flesh.

I leaned forward into the V of her widespread legs, still holding her ankles, and kissed my way up her right thigh, almost to her pussy. She was moaning as I got closer and closer, and she bucked her hips, trying to thrust her needy pussy to my waiting lips as I skipped over it with just the lightest touch, moving my lips to her other thigh.

"Ohh, god! Don't tease me!"

"Mmmm. Why not, you deserve it?" I kissed my way down her other thigh, then back up again, again waiting 'til the last second to skip lightly over her pussy, back to her other thigh. I could see her juices pooling and running out of her with her arousal, and her scent was an intoxicating cloud.

"Oh god, Adam! Please!"

That was the magic word, and I dove into her slick sex, thrusting my tongue into her and then sucking at her clit, flicking it back and forth with my tongue stiffened to a point and then lapping at her with my tongue flattened and rough. She was moaing and crying out unintelligible sounds as she bucked and thrust herself into my face.

I could tell by her sounds and the feel of her body that she was rushing to her orgasm, and just seconds before I judged her to be there I stopped, again focusing on kissing and caressing her thighs.

"OH GOD! Oh, god, why did you stop? Ohhh!" She shivered, her arousal torturing her.

"You were rushing Sue. There's no need to rush, we have all night."

"OH, Adam, please? Please please please!"

So I went back to her, again working my lips and tongue over all of her most tender, hot, screaming, ***d body parts until she was at the fever pitch, about to cum, almost there, starting to cum...
And again I stopped, moving my sex-slickened lips to her thighs and nuzzling her.

OHHH! You bastard, you fucking bastard! Now what?"

I laughed at her, this sweet little mommy using such language! "Well, I don't think its very fair that Rick should miss this, do you? I mean, he is your husband."

She stared at me for a second, then screamed "Rick! Rick, get in here right now!!"

Stormy, you carry on a tease better than all the team you have assemred in your story. We're all biting the mattress here. Great writing.

I kind of like the name Storm Dogg, fo'shizzle.

Love the story, this encounter between Adam, Sue and Rick is just excellent. Thanks again for all your efforts.

Seems like Adam is going to have a lot to talk to Kristi about when they finally get together. I wonder how Kristi will react when she finds out that he has maned two youngren.

peak - thanks, I do love to tease! I like that expression, biting the mattress. Very good!

tf2 - I actually tried to use stormdog, my usual handle, but it was taken. Still wouldn't have qualified to use "fo'shizzle" without the second 'g' in dogg, I guess.
Glad you're still enjoying the story, but I think Adam has only maned one young up 'til now, unless I screwed up my timeline. (Entirely possible, it's all in my head, which can be a scary and confusing place!)
Izzy wants his sperm a second time - you know, for its intended purpose, not just for fun - but they haven't gotten together yet. What will Kristi say about that?? Hmmm...

The clattering in the kitchen stopped instantly and Rick rushed into the room, obviously startled and alarmed.
"What? What's wrong?"

"Adam won't let me cum unless you're here to watch, and I need to cum, so you stand there and watch!"

I raised my head from Sue's crotch and looked at Rick, knowing my lips, cheeks, and chin were glistening with her juices. I had intended to just gloat a little, but instead started laughing!

"Nice apron Ricky, it suits you."
He had rushed in so suddenly that he was still holding a dripping dish brush in one hand and had soap suds on the other, and was wearing a lace trimmed, pink-flowered apron tied around his neck and waist!

He looked down in surprise, and blushed to find himself in the frilly apron. He clearly had not intended for anyone to see that.

Sue laughed now too, her own needs momentarily forgotten.

"Oh Adam, if you like that you're going to love this! Ricky, why don't you get undressed and show us how you made yourself look so pretty for us tonight?"

Rick hesitated, then reluctantly began to undress, starting by reaching to untie his apron.
I just had to do it: "No, leave the apron on, I think. It looks good on you. Don't you agree Sue?"

She did.

He stared at me, if possible blushing an even darker shade of red, but I thought I saw a small smile play across his lips.

He started again, unbuttoning and removing his shirt, pulling the collar out from under the apron string around his neck, then pulling off his shoes and socks. He raised the apron and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, at which point he hesitated again.

Sue prodded him. "C'mon Ricky, we're not going to let you chicken out now, show Adam how pretty you look."

I was really curious now. For Sue to delay the orgasm she had been so desperate for only moments ago, this had to be good!

He slowly slid his pants down and stepped out of them, and stood facing us, bright red and eyes downcast.

Sue pinched me a little and whispered "Just watch!"

"Raise your pretty apron Ricky, show Adam."

He lifted the front of the apron, and I had to stifle a laugh. He was wearing tiny pink and white striped ladies panties (well, they coordinated with his apron!) at least a size or two too small for him, his erect cock making a very visible ridge up the front, and the thin band through the crotch, intended only to cover a female mound, struggling to contain his balls.

Struggling and failing, as one of his smallish testicles, pale and hairless, had escaped out the side and was doing its best to dangle free. Lifts and separates indeed, it looked fairly uncomfortable.

I barely contained my urge to laugh. "Very nice Rick, it takes a real man to so boldly wear pink panties. I'd have had to go with a more masculine color like black or navy myself."

We all three laughed then, until Sue looked back to Rick. "Tell him what else you did honey."

"I, uh, I shaved today."

It took me a second to realize what he meant, and I was somewhat taken aback when I did.
"You did? You mean you shaved your, um, groinal region?"

Sue let out a little squeal of laughter "Groinal region, that's so funny! He shaved everything below his neck Adam, and I helped. Look at his legs."

Sue was right. Now that I looked more closely I could see that he was smooth all over. Incredible and crazy, I'd never have done it myself!

"Doesn't my husband look pretty? So nice and smooth like a little boy in little girl panties. Honey, this really makes your tiny dick hard, doesn't it?"

Clearly it did, and he nodded.

"Put your tiny little nut away before a squirrel gets it dear. Nobody wants to see that sad little thing hanging out."

And I thought I'd been cruel with the apron. Sue was hammering him now, and he was loving it! As he tucked himself back in she turned to me.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, I remember!" She grabbed my hair and pulled my face back to her wet, aroused pussy, and I began to go at her in earnest. I was really enjoying the taste and feel of her arousal, and I was finding that licking and sucking at her big hard clit was very exciting to both of us.

Soon she was moaning and bucking her hips, pushing her needy sex against my face, and when her orgasm began and her thighs clamped over my ears I just rode it hard, pressing my face into her and crushing her clit with my tongue, swallowing her rush of fluids. Ears covered, I could only faintly hear her crying out, but I knew she was cumming hard.

As her convulsions subsided and then ceased I raised my dripping wet face and looked at her. She looked a little dazed, but very happy, and I kind of mentally patted myself on the back. I think she saw the fireworks.

I sat up, and Sue smiled up at me. "Good lord, Adam! And that was just the appetizer!"

I was glad she'd enjoyed it so much, but knew I couldn't take full credit. She'd clearly been aroused all day anticipating this, humiliating her husband was obviously and surprisingly turning her on, and we'd teased each other for the last ninety minutes, so she'd been more than ready for the release. Still, I felt good about it.

I looked at Rick, and he was standing and staring, one hand under the front of his apron, no doubt touching himself. I motioned him over.

"Rick, come here a sec."

When he got close I grabbed the front of his apron and raised it, surprising him, and he quickly pulled his hand out of his panties. I don't know what he thought I was going to do to him when I grabbed the apron and pulled him toward me, but what I did was use his apron to dry his wife's pussy juices off my face, wiping under my chin and everywhere I could feel her moisture.

"Thanks, I knew that apron would come in handy."

He stepped back as Sue sat up on the loveseat and pushed at me.

"Stand up Adam, we need those pants off of you. It's my turn now."

"Sue, I thought that was your turn!"

She smiled. "It was, but I need a big cock, so it's still my turn. Get up."

Stormy

This just keeps getting better and better

GH

Oh Joy. Well worth waiting for, and it's not even finished yet.

Been gone for a couple of month but now up to date. My cock is sore from the straining and still want to hear more. What is in store for the humiliated little cock and the Dominating wife. Please some more....
contdoc

GH - Thanks, I hope you're right! Glad you are enjoying it.

peak - Yeah, it still has a ways to go, but getting there is at least half the fun, right?

contdoc - Welcome back. Stretch and do some warm-up exercises before reading, try not to strain anything. Read on!