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Brandon chose him, and I’d get to fuck him. All I could think about while driving home was my impending tryst with Kyle. 

Kyle worked at the same company as my husband, but he was assigned to the floor below him. He was six-foot-five and burly. He laughed loudly but had the kindest smile. I’d met him at a party, and my attraction had been completely evident. At least, it was to Brandon.

Recently, my husband had come up to me, handed me a cup of tea and said, “I’ve arranged for you to fuck Kyle Friday night.”

We’d long had an open marriage, at least where I was concerned. Brandon loved when I fucked other men and told him all about it later on. However, I was shocked by his news about Kyle. Normally, Brandon gives me a little more warning. But I was so attracted to his coworker that I didn’t mind him springing that news on me.

From that moment onward, it was hard for me to focus on anything but my daydreams: Kyle eating my pussy. Pushing his fingers into my cunt and making me come. Looking down at me as he fucked me. Or me surrendering as he took me from behind.

You name it, I’d fantasized about it.

And as I drove home to change for my upcoming date, my pussy thrummed in time with my heartbeat.

“Calm down, woman. You need to chill,” I said out loud to myself as I piloted my car into the driveway.

The front door opened. Brandon must’ve heard me pull up. He stood in the living room with a smirk on his face and two drinks in his hands, so we could share a toast before he sent me off for the evening to get fucked by another man.

While we sat and sipped cocktails, my husband ran his fingers over my clavicle and down the bodice of my dress. He traced each nipple until it stood up beneath the fabric. When that task was complete, he slid his fingers down my belly to my lap. My legs were parted, and his fingers zeroed in on my pussy, his pinky brushing my clit. I let out a cry and sat up a little straighter.

“Are you trying to torture me?” I asked him teasingly.

“Yes. I want you to think of me, while your date is fucking you.”

“I will. I always do,” I confessed.

“I’ll be waiting here.”

“And I’ll be back very soon,” I promised.

I got dressed for my date, putting on a short swishy skirt, barely there panties and a loose tank that didn’t hug my body but clung to my braless breasts.

As I touched up my makeup, Brandon kissed the back of my neck. The smooch sent a brisk shiver through my body.

At the door, he kissed me goodbye and told me to have fun.

I always did.

I headed to Kyle’s place, and once there, we sat on the couch and shared a bottle of wine. And when he reached over to stroke my leg, fireworks exploded beneath my skin. My pussy flexed, and I felt it growing wet. It happened that fast—with a single, simple touch.

Next, Kyle squeezed my leg, and I let out a long, slow breath that was saturated with arousal.

He flashed me a sexy smile. His dark beard made his white teeth seem even whiter. I found myself wondering what that beard would feel like against my inner thighs or when his lips trailed over my breasts.

His hand moved higher, and the very tips of his fingers brushed the elastic at the leg of my panties.

I sighed softly, and he stood, holding out his hand to me. I was nearly giddy as I put my hand in his and rose from my seat. The wine forgotten, we hurried down the hallway toward his bedroom.

I dropped onto Kyle’s blue comforter, feeling the mattress bounce beneath me. It was not too hard, not too soft. Just right.

Kyle undressed with economical motion. Down went the jeans, off went the boxers. A whisk of his tee over his head mussed his dark hair. He was already barefoot.

In seconds, he was naked and watching me watch him.

I knew what he wanted. I stood and whipped my tank off over my head and shimmied out of my skirt. I also made quick work of my panties. And then there we were, standing naked and touching.

Kyle’s fingertips stroked my nipples, and then that hand journeyed lower to cup my mound. His fingers pressed along the seam of my pussy and touched my clit. He kissed me, grabbing a handful of my hair with his free hand and making a shiver run through me.

He pushed me back onto the bed, then tugged me forward so my ass rested at the edge of the mattress. Pushing my legs wide, he got down on his knees and blew across my pussy. He rubbed his face along my inner thigh, and his beard was softer than I’d expected. He placed a nearly chaste kiss on my cunt, then his face was brushing the other thigh. He was clearly teasing me, and I groaned. He alternated strokes of his beard against my legs with kisses on my pussy. I grabbed a handful of his dark hair and forced his face against my mound. He released a muffled laugh, then his tongue was lapping at my pussy.

My cunt grew wetter, giving up a rush of fluid as I raised my hips and unapologetically ground myself against his face. He kissed, licked and sucked. At one point, he delivered so much suction to my clit that I saw stars. When he pushed a few fingers inside me and began to thrust them in and out, I lost it. I tossed my head, bucking my hips and urging him to delve deeper.

In answer to my pleas, he increased his pace, licking and thrusting. In seconds, pleasure overtook me, and I came, trembling with the impact of my orgasm.

As I caught my breath, he climbed on the bed with one big hand stroking his cock. I moaned, wanting that monster inside me.

I expected him to stick his dick in my mouth first, but he was too eager to get to the fucking. He rolled me onto my side, facing away from him. His warm chest pressed against my back, his cock against my rear. Reaching around, his hand stroked my nipple until it was a tight pebble of flesh. His lips were warm on the back of my neck as he kissed a trail down to my shoulder. There he bit me lightly, and then he nipped me a bit harder. I rocked back against him.

Kyle lifted my top leg, parting my thighs enough for his cock to enter my cunt from behind. He slid into me slowly, so slowly I nearly barked at him to pick up the pace. But I managed to keep myself under control, just barely.

He began fucking me, and every thrust was so intense it moved me across the mattress. My pussy was hot, wet and plump from climaxing, and I knew I’d come again. I wanted that so badly.

I reached behind and grabbed his ass, keeping a firm grip on his cheek as he fucked me. Every time he drove into me, the muscles in his butt flexed wonderfully. He was fit and intense—and everything I needed.

Kyle’s teeth found the back of my neck, and he bit me there. Both of my nipples grew hard from the sensation. I moaned, clenching my internal muscles around his driving cock.

Reaching down, I stroked my clit, dragging my fingertip over the knot of flesh in tight circles. He pushed my upper body forward just a bit as he plunged back into me.

The wet sound of our fucking rang in my ears, and the smell of sex filled the room. I shut my eyes and kept stroking my clit. My cunt felt ripe and full with the need for release, but I couldn’t quite get there,

Kyle pulled out of me, rolled me onto my belly and hiked me up on all fours. I slid my hand back below my body as he ran the tip of his cock along my pussy. He teased me mercilessly. Finally, I lunged back and demanded, “Fuck me.”

Even he couldn’t resist that.

Kyle plunged back inside me, stretching my wet walls with his big dick. His hands played over my ass cheeks; his thumb trailed over my butt hole. He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of his hands skating over my flesh. But soon, the velvety embrace of my pussy became too much, and he started fucking me in earnest.

Meanwhile, I kept fingering my clit, and every tender stroke brought me closer to release. I felt my cunt drawing tighter and tighter around his cock as he plunged deep. It was as if I was giving him signals, clueing him in to my impending ecstasy.

He picked up his pace, and I drove myself back to meet his motions. We were literally smacking our bodies together as we screwed.

Finally, I stopped teasing my clit and just accepted him, absorbing every driving motion of his body as he pounded me. But after a few beats of feeling my clit ache with need, I went back to it. The break had done the trick. The first stroke was exquisite, and the next even more delicious. I came with a shudder, shouting out my pleasure.

Once he’d realized I’d reached my peak, his hands tightly gripped my hips and his cock pummeled me fiercely. He was rapidly approaching the point of no return and announced his orgasm with a series of grunts and growls. He shot his load into me, and we parted.

The wet stickiness of his cream trickled down my thigh, and I felt truly used and satisfied. And I couldn’t wait to tell Brandon all about it.

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The Fixer

Brandon chose him, and I’d get to fuck him. All I could think about while driving home was my impending tryst with Kyle. 

Kyle worked at the same company as my husband, but he was assigned to the floor below him. He was six-foot-five and burly. He laughed loudly but had the kindest smile. I’d met him at a party, and my attraction had been completely evident. At least, it was to Brandon.

Recently, my husband had come up to me, handed me a cup of tea and said, “I’ve arranged for you to fuck Kyle Friday night.”

We’d long had an open marriage, at least where I was concerned. Brandon loved when I fucked other men and told him all about it later on. However, I was shocked by his news about Kyle. Normally, Brandon gives me a little more warning. But I was so attracted to his coworker that I didn’t mind him springing that news on me.

From that moment onward, it was hard for me to focus on anything but my daydreams: Kyle eating my pussy. Pushing his fingers into my cunt and making me come. Looking down at me as he fucked me. Or me surrendering as he took me from behind.

You name it, I’d fantasized about it.

And as I drove home to change for my upcoming date, my pussy thrummed in time with my heartbeat.

“Calm down, woman. You need to chill,” I said out loud to myself as I piloted my car into the driveway.

The front door opened. Brandon must’ve heard me pull up. He stood in the living room with a smirk on his face and two drinks in his hands, so we could share a toast before he sent me off for the evening to get fucked by another man.

While we sat and sipped cocktails, my husband ran his fingers over my clavicle and down the bodice of my dress. He traced each nipple until it stood up beneath the fabric. When that task was complete, he slid his fingers down my belly to my lap. My legs were parted, and his fingers zeroed in on my pussy, his pinky brushing my clit. I let out a cry and sat up a little straighter.

“Are you trying to torture me?” I asked him teasingly.

“Yes. I want you to think of me, while your date is fucking you.”

“I will. I always do,” I confessed.

“I’ll be waiting here.”

“And I’ll be back very soon,” I promised.

I got dressed for my date, putting on a short swishy skirt, barely there panties and a loose tank that didn’t hug my body but clung to my braless breasts.

As I touched up my makeup, Brandon kissed the back of my neck. The smooch sent a brisk shiver through my body.

At the door, he kissed me goodbye and told me to have fun.

I always did.

I headed to Kyle’s place, and once there, we sat on the couch and shared a bottle of wine. And when he reached over to stroke my leg, fireworks exploded beneath my skin. My pussy flexed, and I felt it growing wet. It happened that fast—with a single, simple touch.

Next, Kyle squeezed my leg, and I let out a long, slow breath that was saturated with arousal.

He flashed me a sexy smile. His dark beard made his white teeth seem even whiter. I found myself wondering what that beard would feel like against my inner thighs or when his lips trailed over my breasts.

His hand moved higher, and the very tips of his fingers brushed the elastic at the leg of my panties.

I sighed softly, and he stood, holding out his hand to me. I was nearly giddy as I put my hand in his and rose from my seat. The wine forgotten, we hurried down the hallway toward his bedroom.

I dropped onto Kyle’s blue comforter, feeling the mattress bounce beneath me. It was not too hard, not too soft. Just right.

Kyle undressed with economical motion. Down went the jeans, off went the boxers. A whisk of his tee over his head mussed his dark hair. He was already barefoot.

In seconds, he was naked and watching me watch him.

I knew what he wanted. I stood and whipped my tank off over my head and shimmied out of my skirt. I also made quick work of my panties. And then there we were, standing naked and touching.

Kyle’s fingertips stroked my nipples, and then that hand journeyed lower to cup my mound. His fingers pressed along the seam of my pussy and touched my clit. He kissed me, grabbing a handful of my hair with his free hand and making a shiver run through me.

He pushed me back onto the bed, then tugged me forward so my ass rested at the edge of the mattress. Pushing my legs wide, he got down on his knees and blew across my pussy. He rubbed his face along my inner thigh, and his beard was softer than I’d expected. He placed a nearly chaste kiss on my cunt, then his face was brushing the other thigh. He was clearly teasing me, and I groaned. He alternated strokes of his beard against my legs with kisses on my pussy. I grabbed a handful of his dark hair and forced his face against my mound. He released a muffled laugh, then his tongue was lapping at my pussy.

My cunt grew wetter, giving up a rush of fluid as I raised my hips and unapologetically ground myself against his face. He kissed, licked and sucked. At one point, he delivered so much suction to my clit that I saw stars. When he pushed a few fingers inside me and began to thrust them in and out, I lost it. I tossed my head, bucking my hips and urging him to delve deeper.

In answer to my pleas, he increased his pace, licking and thrusting. In seconds, pleasure overtook me, and I came, trembling with the impact of my orgasm.

As I caught my breath, he climbed on the bed with one big hand stroking his cock. I moaned, wanting that monster inside me.

I expected him to stick his dick in my mouth first, but he was too eager to get to the fucking. He rolled me onto my side, facing away from him. His warm chest pressed against my back, his cock against my rear. Reaching around, his hand stroked my nipple until it was a tight pebble of flesh. His lips were warm on the back of my neck as he kissed a trail down to my shoulder. There he bit me lightly, and then he nipped me a bit harder. I rocked back against him.

Kyle lifted my top leg, parting my thighs enough for his cock to enter my cunt from behind. He slid into me slowly, so slowly I nearly barked at him to pick up the pace. But I managed to keep myself under control, just barely.

He began fucking me, and every thrust was so intense it moved me across the mattress. My pussy was hot, wet and plump from climaxing, and I knew I’d come again. I wanted that so badly.

I reached behind and grabbed his ass, keeping a firm grip on his cheek as he fucked me. Every time he drove into me, the muscles in his butt flexed wonderfully. He was fit and intense—and everything I needed.

Kyle’s teeth found the back of my neck, and he bit me there. Both of my nipples grew hard from the sensation. I moaned, clenching my internal muscles around his driving cock.

Reaching down, I stroked my clit, dragging my fingertip over the knot of flesh in tight circles. He pushed my upper body forward just a bit as he plunged back into me.

The wet sound of our fucking rang in my ears, and the smell of sex filled the room. I shut my eyes and kept stroking my clit. My cunt felt ripe and full with the need for release, but I couldn’t quite get there,

Kyle pulled out of me, rolled me onto my belly and hiked me up on all fours. I slid my hand back below my body as he ran the tip of his cock along my pussy. He teased me mercilessly. Finally, I lunged back and demanded, “Fuck me.”

Even he couldn’t resist that.

Kyle plunged back inside me, stretching my wet walls with his big dick. His hands played over my ass cheeks; his thumb trailed over my butt hole. He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of his hands skating over my flesh. But soon, the velvety embrace of my pussy became too much, and he started fucking me in earnest.

Meanwhile, I kept fingering my clit, and every tender stroke brought me closer to release. I felt my cunt drawing tighter and tighter around his cock as he plunged deep. It was as if I was giving him signals, clueing him in to my impending ecstasy.

He picked up his pace, and I drove myself back to meet his motions. We were literally smacking our bodies together as we screwed.

Finally, I stopped teasing my clit and just accepted him, absorbing every driving motion of his body as he pounded me. But after a few beats of feeling my clit ache with need, I went back to it. The break had done the trick. The first stroke was exquisite, and the next even more delicious. I came with a shudder, shouting out my pleasure.

Once he’d realized I’d reached my peak, his hands tightly gripped my hips and his cock pummeled me fiercely. He was rapidly approaching the point of no return and announced his orgasm with a series of grunts and growls. He shot his load into me, and we parted.

The wet stickiness of his cream trickled down my thigh, and I felt truly used and satisfied. And I couldn’t wait to tell Brandon all about it.

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