Have You Ever Tried Sleeping With A Married Man? - A Salacious Guide To Being The Other Woman...

 Have You Ever Tried Sleeping With A Married Man? - A Salacious Guide To Being The Other Woman...

I was really interested to see how the triangle between Alicia Keys, Swizz Beatz & Mashonda would play out because I know first hand the ups and downs of having an affair with a man who is taken. Shit never ends well. TRUST. Now I have NEVER (to my knowledge...LOL!) had an affair with someone who is MARRIED, but I wrote this using that title because it doesn't differ THAT much from a single woman who is having an affair with a man who is in an "exclusive" relationship. So I was inspired to write a (humorous) "guide" I decided to call "Have You Ever Tried Sleepin' With A Married Man?" You'll also notice that every section title and dispersed throughout the "guide" are song titles of Alicia Keys' as well! HAHA!

Introduction aka EMPIRE STATE OF MIND (BROKEN DOWN)
I will walk you through how the shit works.  I'll tell you what to look for in the beginning, how to cope while the shit is going on and how to let go and get the fuck out of the relationship. I will give examples of what I went through and the good AND the bad that goes with it. I in no way claim to be an expert on this topic and realize that every situation is different. This is my assessment of how things work. It is NOT to be taken as a guide to how to ACTUALLY have an affair of any kind...especially with a married man! Most of it was written a LONG time ago to help me move on and as a comic release of everything I endured during my relationship with a man who had another woman in his life. I hope you all enjoy it and remember...even though it's a VERY serious topic, IT'S ALL IN FUN!

Part 1 - The Seduction aka FEELIN' U, FEELIN' ME!

You know a married man is coming on to you if he starts talking to you more. If he smiles at you and takes more interest in you than he did in the past. If he starts touching your arm or back as he talks as if to make a deeper physical connection with you all of a sudden.

In my case, the real indicator was when he offered to give me a shoulder massage in my dorm room and proceeded to also massage my back, my legs and my ass. Then he pressed himself against me to let me feel that he was enjoying it more than I expected him to. To my surprise, as uncomfortable as I was with what he was doing because I knew he was taken, I also was turned on to have this man's hands touching me intimately.

Just don't jump to conclusions though, he might just be doing it to get a reaction from you. Don't show any response at first, don't let him know what he was doing got to you. Think it through and then ask him directly before you decide what you want to do.

This might be the hardest decision you will ever make and acting on impulse could be your downfall. Ask yourself if you can handle the sneaking around and the guilt you MAY feel. (Guilt and affairs are not mutually exclusive. LOL!) The allure to him will be great. He will be good looking, charismatic, self-sufficient, funny, WELL-ENDOWED and his sexual prowess and stamina will have you seeing stars for hours on end. He will seem to be the perfect 'Samsonite Man'...his only weakness being the fact that someone has already laid claim to him in some way (be it by marriage or committed relationship). But that fact seems to matter to you less and less as you get to know him (and he charms you into a stupor) and the next thing you know you've 'fallin'. So what's a girl to do?

In my case, I held him off for 2 weeks, allowing him to come to my door begging to be with me. I let him kiss me, which sent an electrical charge through my entire body that I had never felt before and he groped me almost everyday before I gave in to temptation. I decided I could handle a short term occasional fling with him. I figured I could handle the guilt of seeing his girlfriend and talking to her. I stupidly thought that because of the situation there was no chance of getting emotionally involved.

Boy, was I wrong.

Part 2 - And So It Starts... aka UN-THINKABLE (I'M READY)!

When starting an affair with a married man, make sure the ground rules are stated outright and followed or problems may occur. This is especially important if the guy lives right next door or in close proximity.

In my case, what started out as short term, occasionally, turned into ongoing and frequent. For 3 months we had sex on the average of 2-3 times a week. And I couldn't get enough of him.

Don't ever underestimate your heart and the possibility of feelings developing for the guy.

In my case, after 3 months I was starting to look forward to seeing him as often as possible. It became about more than just sex between the both of us. I would become disappointed when he didn't have time for me, or when his girlfriend was off work and he couldn't come by. I realized I was getting hooked on him and decided to end the relationship before it got out of hand, or I ended up getting hurt.

Don't think ending a relationship with a guy who is having the best of both worlds is going to be an easy thing to do. He's not gonna let it be easy for you sweetie! Not only is it hard on you but the guy will probably not accept your decision. Be ready for what I call the "boomerang" effect.

Part 3 - The "Boomerang" Effect aka LOVE IS BLIND!

You finally realize the relationship has to end and you tell him it's over. Easy, right? Don't bet on it. He will beg, cry, tell you everything he thinks you want to hear just to hold on to you. He will keep coming back as often as it takes to break down your defenses and get what he wants from you. He may even tell you the worst and most notorious lie of them all, "I'm gonna leave her to be with you baby...you KNOW I am...I just need a bit more time to get things in order." Ugh. What a bastard!

In my case, I tried breaking it off with him over and over again. He'd stay away anywhere from a couple of days to several weeks, then be back at my door begging me to give him another chance. This went on for what seemed like forever. Each time I'd resolve to keep it ended only to give into him once again.

Don't believe a word he says. The guy will tell you anything to get his way. He will lie straight to your face and make promises he won't keep.

In my case, the guy told me "I was the best he ever had," (Okay, now THAT wasn't a LIE! Hmph!) that "I was his," that "he cared for me," and that "if his girl ever found out, he would tell her the truth and leave her right then and there." My all time favorite was the ever popular "I love you." I'm still not completely sure he DIDN'T mean that one...I believe he actually did/does love me, but because of the situation he can't express it how we both would like him to. How can something 'so simple' be so difficult? :/

And PUHLEAZE don't even convince yourself that the wife won't find out. She will, and if she lives near you, your life might be a bit more difficult from that point on. Have you seen Goodfellas? "I'm gonna tell everyone that walks in this building that in 2R, Rossi, you're NOTHIN' BUT A WHORE!" You better have good self control also, because she will say anything and everything that pops into her pretty little mind when she's trying to cuss you out. (like Mashonda) Be prepared to act like the "better person" and brush her comments off...ignore her completely if you can. (like Alicia) Do NOT let her take you out of character or make you upset! You don't want to end up in jail for fighting a bitch over a no-good ass man who don't mean either of you no good! (Swizzy?) And I can think of nothing worse than two women in love fighting over a man (who ain't shit!) while he basks in the glow of having his ego stroked! Ugh!

 Have You Ever Been A 'Jane Doe'?

Part 4 - The Jig Is Up aka KARMA!

Sooner or later, no matter how careful you are, the wife will find out. Even if she knows he has cheated on her previously with other women, IT'S ALWAYS GONNA BE YOUR FAULT! YOU ARE NOW THE ENEMY SWEETIE! After all, it's easier that way...YOU aren't the one she's in love with. She might come to your door or maybe even call you on the phone and say every nasty thing imaginable to you.

In my case, the girlfriend's favorite thing to call me was "ho". She wouldn't come to my dorm by herself (She KNEW better! Hmph!), she made him come get her and stand there while she flaunted the fact that they were together to try and infuriate me. She would say things to and about me indirectly as well. It took all of the strength I could muster not to knock that silly bitch to kingdom come! That bitch ain't even know me like she THOUGHT she knew me! I was gonna go Mary Jones on her ass! Hmph!

Don't expect him to stand up for you or defend you either. He's too much of a punk bitch to do that. He's too busy trying to figure out how to kiss her ass so she forgives him and doesn't leave him. He may even add a few nasty things to what she is saying just to make her think that you are to blame more than he is. Take Jody from Baby Boy for instance. When Yvette tried to confirm her suspicions of his infidelity with one of her co-workers he said, "I ain't thinking about that nasty girl..." When CLEARLY the night before he went to her house and received oral sex. SHAMEFUL!

In my case, he would just stand there like a little puppy with his tail between his legs. The powerful, aggressive man he is in bed disappears when he's standing next to her. He acts like a little boy who got caught with his hand in the motherfuckin' cookie jar. He would follow her cue and say to me whatever she told him to say. He would state that it was over, as if HE was ending it, when HE was the one who was perpetuating the shit! Ugh! He would promise his gullible 'girlfriend' that it wouldn't happen again, only to send an apologetic text that night, come crawling back as soon as she cooled down, forgave him, and the coast was clear. Like clockwork!

I found that the best way to deal with the situation is to just let her vent and get it out of her system. Don't argue with her, don't let her get to you, don't give her more ammo to use against you. The easiest way to piss her off is to do nothing. If you don't react to what she's saying and she's not getting the satisfaction of hurting you, (which is exactly what she wants) she actually ends up looking (and feeling) rather dumb. Serves her right!

Part 5 - The "Don'ts" Of The Affair aka LESSON LEARNED!

Here are some of the "don'ts" that make the affair harder to keep hidden, or harder to live with. These are all examples of things that really happened during the time I was with him. Some were unintentional, some just plain funny, and some just totally stupid.

YOUR "don'ts":

1. Don't let him get control of the relationship, or make all the rules that he expects you to follow. You'll just end up feeling used.

2. Don't let him know that you developed feelings for him. He'll use your feelings to get you to give in to him everytime you try to end it. "How you gonna leave me? I thought you said you cared about me boo?" (This may or may not be accompanied with a puppy dog face. Don't fall for the shit!)

3. Don't believe everything he tells you. He will say whatever he knows you want to hear just to get your brain to shut down and for you to start listening with your heart so you give in once again. He may even stoop as low as telling you his best friend just had an accident and is in the hospital and he needs comforting, when he only wants to lower your defenses so you'll give him sex. I saw his best friend 2 days later looking perfectly healthy. BASTARD!

4. Don't believe anything he tells you about the bitch! *clears throat* Excuse me...I mean his wife. He'll make it seem as if she doesn't understand him, how she's cold in bed or doesn't want sex, how she doesn't listen to him or care about his needs. He wants you to feel sorry for him so he once again can get his way with you. He'll even tell you how he enjoys talking to you because you listen to him and don't judge him, that you understand him. He just likes the attention.

5. Don't spend money on gifts for him or make them from your heart because all he'll do is say he can't take them or he'll give them away, or throw them away so his wife doesn't find them. Or he'll stupidly keep a CD of naked pictures of you that you made for him and his wife will find it. DUMBASS!

HIS "don'ts":

1. Don't try to avoid the neighbors from finding out about the affair or seeing you come to my place by doing alot of stunts and extra James Bond, Casino Royale-type shit...like trying to climb through my window! That's alot more obvious than just walking through my door!

2. Don't program my phone number into your cell phone, memorize it! I don't want that bitch callin' me and your wife can't dial it if it's not there. Have we not learned from Tiger? And don't EVER let that bitch come to my motherfuckin' buzzer! *in Mo'Nique voice* LMAO!

3. Don't come by if you gotta rush the time we have together to meet up with her. Nothing will make me feel like an easy piece of pussy faster than a 20 minute from the time you get here till the time you walk out the door quickie.

4. Don't tell lies you're not going to remember telling me! I'm not your wife and I'll remember everything you say to me and I'll catch you in the lie real quick. TRUST!

5. Don't ask me to come to your place for sex when your wife is off work, has a key and you don't know how soon she'll be back. Giving you head with my shirt unzipped in your basement laundry room might be exciting, but hearing your wife walk in the door upstairs and racing for the back basement door while zipping my shirt is not something I want to do...more than once! Hmph!

6. Don't use the woman's friends or kids to get to her. Dropping off gifts and being nice to her friends and/or kids is a low way to endear her to you. She'll appreciate the gesture but knows what you're trying to do.

Looking back on most of this I can laugh now. I was so young and naive then. Some of the things hurt me to the core. The promises and the lies hurt the deepest. If I tell you I don't want promises or for you to lie to me, I mean it. When you do make promises and don't follow through it hurts more than if you never said it in the first place.

Part 6 - The Big Payback aka WAIT TIL YOU SEE MY SMILE!

Even if the guy is the one who starts the affair and keeps it going, you know the wife has more than enough reason to hate you and say nasty things to you. Sometimes though you just have to do little things to even the score once in awhile. I mean, it's only fair, right?

In my case, it was satisfying to relieve some of the pent up anger at the 'girlfriend' by having hot sex with him in their bed, hopefully leaving a wet mattress in my wake. Having sex in as many rooms of their house as he's willing to as if to claim the house as yours, or adding showers with him either before or after sex and using her towels to dry off with.

When you're slightly fed up with him there are ways to get even with HIM also!

In my case, I would leave notes on his car during the night for him to find when he left for work, sometimes she would see them first and he had to deal with explaining or trying to hide them. My all time favorite thing to do was when he would leave the room we just had sex in after straightening up the area so she wouldn't notice and I would pull several hairs of my extensions and drape them over the bed pillow or wherever for her to find. This works best if your hair color and hers are different or the hair length is different. Or discreetly spraying his pillows with your perfume...that's another one that made her a little upset. What's worse than coming home or to your man's place and smelling/sensing that another woman has been there? Hey, whatever works!

Just don't be too obvious about what you are doing or he'll end up pissed at you. A little retaliation can go a long way in this type of relationship to keep you feeling validated. Yay!

Final Thoughts aka A WOMAN'S WORTH!

Well, I think I covered most the major issues that can go along with having an affair with a married man or "pullin' an Alicia" on a man who is otherwise spoken for. LOL! I chose not to include kids (in cases where he may have any) because that opens up an entirely different can of worms. When his children are involved not only could you potentially be responsible for taking hubby away from wifey...but daddy away from the kiddies and signing both him AND you up for Baby Mama Drama 101! Who in the fuck wants that? That's a class that your ass can't just up and withdraw from! LOL! Because if he actually DOES leave her you'll probably spend the duration of your relationship hearing about how she won't let him see his kids now and how miserable they are without their father around...and knowing you had a hand in that. Ugh...D For Drama!

Falling in love with someone special can be a wonderful thing. Falling in love with a married man or a man who is otherwise involved can also be wonderful (albeit unconventional) but there are many drawbacks to it as well. You have to have a clear and realistic understanding of some things. You're not always gonna be number one. You won't get all of his time. Sometimes, you won't even be a big priority of his outside of the bedroom. You may spend alot of the time feeling lonely or like he doesn't care about you, and in most cases, he doesn't.

But then there are the occasional "fairy tales" where the "Alicia" actually wins, gets the man and everything works out. But you must understand that her case is extremely rare and as of my writing this his divorce is not yet final. And even though they have been spotted at an album release party and a red carpet on each other's arm, he could still return back to his wife and young son at ANY time...leaving Ms. Keys with nothing but 2 hit albums and a bunch of memories, broken promises and lies to show for it. How many times have we seen the Lifetime movies where the man at the last minute tells the mistress, "I can't leave her now...she's going through a rough time and I have to be there for her..." or "My family needs me more than ever right now. My children need their father." Hey, it happens!

If you feel you can deal with all the ups and downs in this kind of relationship and 'that's how strong your love is,' 'go ahead.' Just remember the outcome will include someone getting hurt. Whether it be the wife or you, someone will have 'heartburn'. And NOBODY likes 'sleeping with a broken heart'...or an empty bed! So go into it with your eyes wide open, no expectations from the guy and if possible a lock on your heart.

In my case, I have no regrets for the affair, no regrets for falling in love with him, and no regrets for finally doing what was best for me - giving him up. Sometimes 'when you really love someone' it's your only choice. I will love him for the rest of my life, even though it means being miserable without him. He'll always have a part of me because I learned so much about myself through what we had together. I learned what I want and don't want out of a relationship and a mate. I learned how to know the difference between a casual and meaningful relationship and how to deal with each accordingly. I learned how to pick myself up in the aftermath of heartache and I'm better for it because now I know what love is...and what it's NOT. I HAD to let him go so he could live his life the way he feel he needs to. At least until he finds that his girlfriend is no longer giving him everything he requires out of a relationship...or a woman. My prayers are with him.

This was written to give a bit of insight into this kind of relationship, not to influence anyone into doing or not doing it. It's simply a guide, a 'wake up' call and a cautionary tale of sorts, from my point of view, after being there and doing that. Because we outnumber men radically, most of us will most likely end up sharing a man (especially in college! LOL!)...most of the time without our knowledge. But if you ever find yourself in a situation where you are AWARE "your" man is spreading the love around, take it from me, cut your losses and cut HIM...loose too! LOL! Any man who can't give all the love he has in his heart (or in his pants!) to ONE woman faithfully, he doesn't deserve the love you possess in your heart OR IN YOUR PANTS! You're worth more than that 'wreckless love' and any man you're with should echo that very sentiment.

Ecstasy - An Erotic Poem...

Ecstasy - An Erotic Poem...

Thinking of you makes me touch,
Slow circles, some pressure, too much.
My fingers just seem to know how,
To gimme much pleasure right now.

My heart beat quickens, my breathing's fast,
I change it up often so sensations will last.
Harder and faster, I increase the pace,
The pleasure I feel just shows on my face.

My lower body tingles, my muscles so tight,
Release of this frustration is almost in sight.
Muscles spasm, my body jerks,
And this is how an orgasm works.

My body relaxes, sex juices splash out,
I lay there satisfied, wet, hot and worn out.

If you could see it, you'd have to agree,

My fingers know the way right to ecstasy.

The Make Up Test - An Erotic Tale...

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Nikki's Cummin' Out Party - An Erotic Tale...

Nikki's Cummin' Out Party - An Erotic Tale...

For several months, my new found love had been taking a fair amount of good-natured ribbing from his friends about the new lady in his life, me. From what Wesley said, as far as his buddies knew, I was nothing more than an air-head aerobics instructor he had met at the Y, whose best qualification was that of being a great fuck. Little did they know, but this twenty-eight year-old was actually the junior partner in one of the largest CPA firms in the area who happened to find leading an exercise class three evenings a week to be the best way to keep in shape. To set them straight, Wesley and I planned a little party to "introduce" me.

The weather on this particular Saturday could not have been more ideal: temperature in the low eighties, clear blue skies, plenty of sunshine and low humidity. As planned, I made my grand entrance by arriving at Wesley's place about twenty minutes later than the rest of the guests, driving my little brother's black Jeep Wrangler. As I turned into his driveway, I reached down and hiked-up the hem of my green mini-dress (well past mid-thigh), to give his buddies sitting on the front porch, a perfectly unobstructed view of my well-toned, nicely-tanned legs.

It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud at all the dirty comments and catty whispers of Wesley's good friends and their wives as I deliberately fumbled with the seatbelt.

Then to really set things off, I strutted my ass over to my baby and treated him to the wettest kiss imaginable. The moment was priceless! Especially when Wesley's best friend Calvin got dapped up by another of Wes' friends after he whispered that I could fuck him silly anytime I wanted. He made sure to say it loud enough for me to hear and out of his wife's earshot.

With our set-up complete – everyone convinced that I was the ultimate brainless bimbo – it was time to turn the tables on Wesley's unsuspecting friends. First, was poor Calvin.

"Calvin, I'd like you to meet Nikki Scott." Wesley said.

"My pleasure." he said.

I offered my hand for him to shake. Calvin took my hand and held it, to his wife, Stephanie's, obvious displeasure.

"Nikki Scott." he repeated, "That name is familiar."

"It should be." I said, in my sexiest voice, "We've got a date to see each other next week."

Stephanie's face flushed with anger.

Calvin immediately released my hand.

"Relax Stephanie." Wesley said, "Its not what you think."

"That's right." I said, my tone turning to that of the professional woman my baby Wes had come to know and love, "My firm has the contract to audit The Washington Herald and next Tuesday we will be reviewing the expense accounts of Calvin's investigative reporting group..."

And so it went. First the come on, then the slam. Priceless! Although several of the wives absolutely refused to believe I was a junior partner at my firm, my *ahem* quick wit and (obvious) intelligence easily won everyone over.

Anyway, by the time the party began to break up, it was pretty much unanimous that I was the perfect match for Wesley – both intellectually and otherwise. In fact, a couple of his friends actually apologized for the comments they had made about me being nothing more than the casual plaything. But as for Calvin, as he was leaving, he quietly whispered to me that I could still: "Fuck him silly anytime I wanted." But then quickly added, "As long as Stephanie and Wes never find out." You should have seen him blush when I whispered back: "Be careful what you ask for. You might just get it!"

Oh well.

By the time everything was cleaned up and the last remnants of the party were put away, the most glorious sunset imaginable was beginning to unfold across the sky. Wesley and I moved out on to the deck to enjoy it. For a long while we just stood there hand-in-hand staring off into the distance.

"The perfect ending to a perfect day." I said.

Wesley took me in his arms and stared into my eyes. "Who says the day's over?"

I smiled my most wicked smile, then treated him to a sensual kiss. "I was hoping you weren't planning to send me home all HOT . . . WET . . . and HORNY!"

Wesley's hands drifted down to my ass. Slowly he worked the hem of my dress up to my waist. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. We began kissing again, savoring the taste of one another. Teasingly, he traced the path followed by my bright-red thong-panties. I squeezed my thighs tightly together, denying him access to my pussy.

"Not yet." I said, "There's something I need to do first."

"What could be so important?!"

"This."

Before Wesley knew what was happening, I had backed him into the house, and up against the dining room table. "Just relax...and enjoy." Seductively, I tugged down the zipper of his jeans. I then slipped my hand inside and grabbed his dick, freeing it from its denim prison. Slowly, I settled to my knees. My grip tightened. Without warning, I began to jerk him off. Then, once more without warning, I stopped. I pressed my lips past the head of his dick and began to take him deep into my mouth. My tongue was everywhere. It slid nonstop up and down his entire length as he threw his head back in ecstasy.

My lips did their sensual dance with the head of his dick. With the palm of my hand, I pinned his shaft upward, against his belt buckle. Using only my tongue, I freed his now-heavy balls.
One by one, I took them in my mouth and sucked. My tongue rolled them back and forth. Again, I began squeezing his dick in my hand. Keeping his balls in my mouth, I began jerking him off again. Faster. Harder. My hand was a blur as he began to moan. I released his balls and began devouring his dick. Wesley was on the edge. I knew it. I curled my tongue around his dick and began bobbing up and down his thickening shaft. It was more than he could take. His dick exploded, shooting his load to the back of my awaiting throat. Hungrily, I swallowed every drop of him without hesitation.

"When you've recovered," I said, licking the last of his cum from my lips, "I'll be waiting upstairs..."

It took Wesley a good ten minutes to recover sufficiently enough to climb the stairs to the master bedroom. *What can I say? I'm a BAD BITCH! Hmph!* When he stepped inside, I was waiting – still dressed – stretched out in the middle of the bed, with the most erotic soundtrack playing in the background.

"Strip for me." I said.

This was a first for Wesley, but after the phenomenal head he'd just received, how could he possibly refuse? So strip he did. His act was nothing that would have him headlining a male review, but his appreciative audience of one hung on his every move.

"Very nice." I said, once my baby was completely naked, "Now, its MY turn."

Wesley stood there a bit confused as I slithered from the bed and began my own performance, one that I'd been practicing all week. Admittedly, I was nervous. Too nervous, looking back at it. I hurried. In what seemed like an instant, I was wearing nothing but my heels. I was angry with myself. I'd planned this so well!

I quickly regained my composure. He hadn't noticed my frantic pace at all and was enjoying himself immensely.

I clasped my hands above my head and set my breasts swaying seductively. Wesley just stood there. Staring. Slowly, I sauntered over to him. I dropped my arms around his neck as we shared another kiss. Wesley slipped his arms around my waist, lifted me off my feet, carried me to the bed and ever so gently laid me down.

"Time to return the favor." he said.

I scooted back onto the pillows. Wesley crawled between my legs and forced them slowly apart. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, imagining all the perfectly naughty thoughts that had to be running through Wesley's head. His warm breath made my pussy tingle. I could feel my outer lips getting full, my juices seeping out. Gently, Wesley peeled my pussy lips apart. God was I ready! Suddenly, almost forcefully, Wesley pressed two fingers past my hungry pussy lips and coated them with my honey. Slowly, he traced the folds of my outer lips upward to my hard little clit. Using only his fingertips, he stroked my clit, pushing back its hood. I tried to squirm away from his electrify touch, but had nowhere to go. All I could do was moan out my delight.

With his two pre-cum coated fingers, Wesley held me open and proceeded to run his oh so talented tongue along the folds of my pussy's lips. Hungrily, he pressed his mouth tight against me and began to tongue-fuck my defenseless little pussy. His tongue was like a piston, moving in and out. Purposely, he avoided my hard little clit. It was agony! Instinctively, I took things in my own hand and began to frantically stroke my clit. Playfully, Wesley nipped at my fingers, until I reluctantly pulled them away.

"Oh God Wes! Make me cum please!" I pleaded

Wesley began to lick hard, pressing up against my clit. My legs began to shudder. He took my clit into his mouth and started to suck. This motherfucker was incredible! The harder he sucked, the more my legs shook. I was lost in orgasmic bliss. My head was spinning. All I could hear was the echo of these primal sounds filling the air. I remember wondering: Where are they coming from? Then I remember realizing: They're cumming from me!

I heard myself cry out.

"Yes! Yes! OH GOOD GOD YES!"

For what seemed like an hour, I kept cumming, as Wesley kept sucking. Finally, my orgasm began to subside. As it did, Wesley crawled up along side of me and pressed his lips to mine. I welcomed his kiss and as soon as I did I could taste my own juices on his tongue. Delectable.

"Ready for more?" Wesley asked.

"Always."

"Then get those legs up!"

Obediently, I spread my legs wide and raised them over my head. Wesley knelt before me and took hold of my ankles, spreading me even wider as he raised my ass off the bed. In one quick thrust he entered my tight wet pussy. With wild abandon, he began to fuck me...fuck me hard. There was no question, we were both like animals in heat. All that mattered was getting off.

He took me hard and fast. His hips and balls slammed against my ass. With each thrust, the slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the air.

Each thrust brought another cry of pleasure from my lips.

"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh!"

In one quick motion Wesley brought my legs together and hugged them tightly to his chest. My pussy squeezed tightly around his dick. It was fabulous! Slowly, my baby began fucking me, this time with a rhythm designed to make us both last forever. It was incredible! With each thrust, Wesley nudged the head of his dick deeper into my pussy. I kept drawing my legs (and him) closer to my chest.

This new position was truly a test of Wesley's flexibility. Bent forward at the waist, his weight still resting on his knees, mine against his thighs, Wesley's ability to deliver his thrusts with any degree of force or speed was unquestionably limited.

"What's the matter lover?" I teased, "In too deep?"

"You tell me."

"Not deep enough."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely! That beautiful big dick of yours has a long way to go before it hits bottom."

"We can't have that, now can we?"

"Not if you want to make me cum all over that dick..."

"Then get on your knees. I know the perfect way to fill up that sweet little pussy of yours."

Since I knew exactly what Wesley had in mind, it didn't take me very long to free myself from my lover's hold and get into position for the deep-fuck I so desperately needed.

"Okay, babe." Wesley said, "Put your weight on your forearms."

I gave my ass a little wiggle and dropped down so that my right cheek was resting against the mattress. Wesley moved in behind and slipped his thick dick into hungry pussy. He then placed his hands on my shoulder blades and pressed down.

"Let me know if I go too deep."

"Don't worry. I will."

Wesley drew all but the head of his dick from my pussy, then slowly pushed in until his pelvis was pressed firmly against my phat ass.

"Yessssssss!" I hissed.

That was all Wesley needed to hear. Like a man possessed, he began fucking me for all he was worth. Each thrust was quick and deep. His thick, glorious dick stretched me to the limits and pushed me closer and closer to the edge with each deliciously smooth stroke.

His heavy balls swayed side to side and front to back, dancing off my thighs and the mound of my pussy. It was absolutely incredible! There I was: soaked in sweat; my supersensitive nipples rubbing the soft cotton of the bedsheet with every bump and grind of my lover's hips.

Wesley kept up his pace.

Harder.

Deeper.

After what seemed a near eternity, he let out a low grunt and buried himself deep in my pussy.

That was all I needed. As soon as his white-hot cum hit the back of my pussy, I began to cum...and cum...and cum!

The next morning I awoke to the most gentle spoon-fuck imaginable. Though I'm not sure how, Wesley had managed to roll me on my left side, push my right leg tight to my chest and slip his most wonderful dick inside me from behind.

"Good morning my dear." he said without missing a beat, "Hope I didn't wake you."

"Baby," I said, "you can wake me like this anytime you like!"

Three months later we were married. And since that day, I've lost count of how many times I've started my day with that fabulous fuck of a wake-up call! Hmph!

Nikki's Surprise - An Erotic Tale...

 Nikki's Surprise - An Erotic Tale...

Of the select group of men I have invited to my bed, Wesley is by far the most attentive. His willingness to put my pleasure ahead of his own is quite refreshing; and his ability to read (and fulfill) my desires is miraculous. And his body is RIDICULOUS! HOT chocolate complexion, muscular chest, strong arms, flat abs, BIG DICK and a fantastic ass! But most importantly, his willingness to play in (and out of) the bedroom, makes him a prize like no other.

I'll tell you about one of our most recent escapades...

Picture it. It's late August, on a warm, but comfortable Saturday afternoon. Wesley and I had been invited to a party at the rather lavish home of this senior exec of a prestigious CPA firm that was trying to convince Wesley to come join their staff. The only upside to the offer, was the significant increase in pay: a credit, that was more than offset by the miserable two hour commute (each way) that would cut deeply into our playtime. So why did Wesley even consider the job? I never said he did. But the party, well, that was just too good for either of us to pass up.

The invitation said casual dress. For Wesley, that meant navy Levis Dockers, a bright-white pocketed tee, and his favorite suede dress shoes. For me, it meant a red mini-dress, white stockings, and four-inch-high cherry red pumps.

The ride to Mr. Price's house was long and boring, so to break the monotony, I decided to play a little game that always drove my Dad crazy on those insufferable trips to Aunt Pauline's house.

"Are we there yet?" I teased. "Almost." Wesley replied. "How much longer?" "Not much."

I let a moment or two pass, then asked again: "Are we there yet?" "Almost."

Another moment or two went by and again (in my best whiny voice) "Are we there yet?" "Do you want me to stop the car, pull down your panties and give you a good spanking?" "You can't...I'm not wearing any. I'm not wearing a bra, either."

Wesley shot me this shocked look. "WHAAAAAAT?!" "You heard me. No panties...no bra." I opened the top three buttons of my mini-dress and flashed Wesley a quick peek. "See?" I slowly covered-up, and fastened the third button, leaving the top two open. My lover smiled, and shook his head. "I thought you caved-in a little too easy. So...what sexy surprises do you have in store for tonight?" "You'll have to wait and see..."

We arrived at Price's shortly after one. The party was already in full swing. If you can call it that. Our host immediately gave us the grand tour, introducing us to everyone, always referring to Wesley as: "our soon-to-be corporate tax manager."

Finally, we were left on our own. "Can we go now?" I whined. "Nikki, we ain't even ate yet. And besides, I thought you had a surprise or two planned." I reached down and opened the bottom four buttons of my dress, stopping one button short of unveiling my newly-shaved pussy. "I'm glad you reminded me," I said with a wink. "Now, to find a good place to sit down." "How about one of the directors chairs on the deck?" Wesley suggested. "Excellent! But which one? Who should I give a cheap thrill to?" Wesley looked around for a second, then pointed. "Him. The young kid with the glasses sitting by himself." "Perfect!" I gave Wesley a quick kiss, then strutted my stuff over to the unsuspecting young man.

"Hi." I said. "Hello." Carefully, I slid back into the tall director's chair and slowly crossed my legs. My dress fell open. I could feel the cool air brush against my pussy. "Lovely party, isn't it?" I said. "Yes it...it...it is." "Is something wrong?" I asked. "Nnnno. Everything's fine." I almost laughed in his face! The poor guy was trying desperately to keep from staring at my delicious looking pussy, but every time he tried to make eye contact, he couldn't get past my near-naked breasts. I leaned forward to give him a better view. "How long have you been with Price and Associates?" I asked. "What? Oh. Ummm. Only about a month." "Do you like working there?" "Uh...Oh. Yes. I mean, its okay."

"My name's Nikki, what's yours?" "My name? My name...uh, Ray." I glanced down at Ray's crotch and began to stare at his growing bulge. He caught me, and suddenly turned five shades of red. "Excuse me." he said. "I, I, better go. I haven't thanked Mr. Price for inviting me to see your, I mean inviting me to the party." "What you better do," I said, soft enough for only Ray to hear, "is find a place to jerk off."

As Ray stumbled away, Wesley came over and sat down next to me. "You're terrible!" he said, "That poor guy is never going to be the same." "We can only hope." I said. "And now that I'm all warmed up, I think it's time we go try out the Master's Suite." "Are you serious? You want to fuck in Price's bed?" I reached down and rubbed the growing bulge in his dockers, "Yeah...I wanna have a private party of our own. You UP...for it?" I asked. "With a little help from your sexy ass, I'm sure I can rise to the occasion!"

I took Wesley's hand and lead him into the house and up the back stairs. The second floor was deserted. Like a couple of sex-starved teenagers we hurried down the hall, into the master bedroom and quickly locked the door. I grabbed Wesley and started kissing him passionately. His tongue pressed past mine and explored the far reaches of my mouth. My head began to spin. I felt cool air caress my bare ass. His talented fingers slipped inside me. An eternity seemed to pass as he fingered my pussy. Our lips finally parted. "Lay down baby. I wanna eat your pussy." Just the words I wanted to hear!

"Should I get naked first?" I asked. Wesley pushed me back on the bed, then dragged my ass to the edge. A quick toss sent the hem of my dress up around my waist. "No time for that. I want your pussy now!"

This man squatted at the foot of the bed and took hold of my ankles. In one swift motion, he spread my legs wide apart and hooked the heels of my pumps over the footboard of the bed. Then, without warning, he speared me with his tongue. The feeling was electrifying! He withdrew and began tracing the folds of my outer lips with the tip of his tongue. I was fucking delirious. His technique was pure insanity! I was at the edge.

My fingers dug into the down comforter that graced our most genial host & hostess's four poster bed. Wesley flattened his tongue and pressed up hard against my clit. Instinctively, I began riding his tongue. I couldn't hold back any longer. I started to cum. Hard. Somehow, this man kept his mouth glued to my pussy! Kept up the pressure. A loud moan escaped my lips. Suddenly, I remembered where I was and fell silent. I strained my ears listening for the footsteps I was sure would come to investigate my carnal cry of pleasure. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart.

"Get on your knees. I wanna fuck." Slowly, my head began to clear. Even more slowly I unhooked my heels, got on my hands and knees and crawled to the center of the bed. My legs got weak just THINKING about all that dick Wesley was about to give me. The inner walls of my pussy still quivered from my last orgasm. Wesley gathered my dress so that it lay in a crumpled heap in the small of my back. I looked back in anticipation. Slowly. Deliberately. My baby moved into position behind me. He smiled a most devious smile, loosened his belt, opened his dockers and let them slide down. His beautiful dick was already hard. Roughly, he took hold of my hips and entered me in one smooth motion. The feeling was glorious!

Slowly...ever so slowly, he withdrew from my pussy, then thrust back in hard...and fast. A mini-orgasm made my pussy grip his big dick even tighter. Again he withdrew, only this time, a bit faster. Again, he thrust inside hard and fast. His pace began to build. Harder. Faster. HARDER. FASTER. I couldn't believe how totally turned on I was! It was incredible! With each stroke, I could feel the head of his dick gently teasing my sensitive clit. I wondered how much more I could take.

His pace quickened. His grip tightened around my waist. My breasts were swaying wildly inside my dress. My nipples grew painfully hard. The friction created as they rubbed the soft cotton was unbearable. I needed to cum. I needed to cum now. I needed HIM TO MAKE ME CUM! Desperately! I felt his balls brushing my inner thighs. Chills raced through me. Suddenly, he pulled me back hard and he slammed his dick into me as far as it could go. "OH FUCK! NIK, YOU SO FUCKIN' WET GIRL! I'M BOUT TO...MMMM...I'M CUMMIN'! FUUUUUUCK!" His dick began to fill every square inch my pussy with hot cum. I couldn't hold back any longer. My pussy began to milk his dick as my body rocked and spasmed in orgasm.
Our bodies still joined, Wesley slipped his arms around me just below my breasts and hugged me tight. I reached down and eased his softening dick from my pussy. He cupped my left breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. "We better get the fuck out of here," he whispered.

As quickly as we could, Wesley and I tugged and fussed our clothes back into place and made our exit: leaving behind a slightly rumpled bed (wet spot and all!) to show our hospitable hosts we appreciated and enjoyed the party.

"Now that I've had my desert," I said once we reached the safety of the back deck, "let's check out the buffet. I'm starving!"

After two trips through the serving line, Wesley and I said our goodbyes, thanked Mr. Price for the wonderful time, and promised to let him know whether or not Wesley would accept the position the following Monday. The formalities done, we got in the car and beat a hasty retreat...to this little motel we'd passed on our way in, to pick-up exactly where we'd left off. Maybe I'll tell you about that too...some other time.